"That's different. Your father and I already discussed that with you," Tara said, taking a seat on the stool beside us as Zoie finished fussing. "Invite her to dinner tomorrow night."
"Really?" Sonora perked. "She lives in Salem though and doesn't have a car yet."
"We'll figure it out." Tara ruffled Sonora's hair and smiled. "I'm glad it's not purple anymore."
"Cool. Thanks, Mom." Sonora swatted at her. "Quit it."
I chuckled softly at them, though I had to admit the conflict in my heart. Sonora's sexuality wasn't a secret and Tara seemed more than accepting. Had she spoken to my mother about any of this? Part of me longed for the kind of acceptance Tara offered her kid. I took comfort in knowing she and Jax wouldn't have to face the same difficulties.
"How should we do your hair, El?" Zoie moved behind me and ran her fingers through my hair. "How about one of those messy inside out braids?"
"You're the bride." I laughed a bit. "Maybe a bit of purple highlight." Sonora and Tara both cracked up at my suggestion.
"I'll sic Jed on you. Don't tempt me." She gave my hair a light tug before releasing me. "I can't believe it's only a week and a half away."
"You'll make a beautiful bride," I told her. "My brother is lucky to have you."
"Trust me, Ella, I'm the lucky one." Her smile, as goofy and endless as it was, told me everything I needed to know. Jedidiah deserved someone as kind and loving as Zoie. The two of them made a perfect pair.
***
Mae waited for me in my apartment. I found her sprawled on the sofa with Monkey asleep on her head when I opened the front door.
"You took forever," her playful whine made me grin. "Pizza's on its way."
"Sorry, Maeby," I said as I crouched in front of her. "I tried to hurry. But I didn't want to crash my car and die."
"Ella!" She shoved me and I nearly lost my balance. "Terrible joke," she said but laughed anyway.
"Sonora's going to ask Jax to dinner at her parents' house tomorrow. Aren't they cute?" I grinned and pet Monkey on her way past.
"Very. But not as cute as you." She grabbed me by the sweater and forced me into a heated kiss. My body burst into flames from the inside out and I gripped her abdomen. The doorbell interrupted us, ending our kiss when Mae held up a twenty-dollar bill. "For your services," she said.
"Mae!" I snatched the money from her and scowled on my way to the door.
"I love when you shout my name," she called after me.
A few slices and a shower later, I returned to the living room where Mae sprawled on the floor, teasing Monkey with a feathered cat toy. The impending wedding remained ever-present on my mind as I dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged beside them.
"Has she scratched you good yet?" I asked.
"Nope."
"She likes you better than me." I grinned when Monkey took a bite of Mae's knuckle instead of the toy.
"Only because I annoy the shit out of her. She feels obligated to annoy me back." She rested her head on her arm when Monkey pranced off with the toy. "Are you wearing pants? I thought I told you the rule about pants."
"Hush up—" I squealed when she grabbed my arm and dragged me into a hug. I laughed while embracing her. "Are you staying tonight?"
"Yep. Jax is fine alone for the night. She'll get her date night tomorrow since we get ours every night." Mae kissed my neck as we shifted our position. She leaned on her elbow, gazing down at me while I lay on my back. Her fingertips stroked my arm until she let her hand fall to rest between my breasts. "What's bothering you?"
"Nothing's bothering me."
"Something's on your mind. You're letting me move you around like a ragdoll without an ounce of resistance." She tapped my chin with her finger. "Tell me."
"I thought you were going to tie me up," I said, nudging up her shirt to caress her side. She melted under my touch and the distraction I tossed out on purpose.
"That's my long term plan, kitten." She nipped my bottom lip and tugged the string on my pants. Her hand slid down, brushing against the top of my mound. "No panties?"
"I got that memo," I said, tucking myself closer to her. Mae accepted the affection and toyed with my hair while holding me.
"Tell me," she implored, only half giving in to my desire for distraction.
"I'm really glad Sonora's family supports her and that my brother is marrying into an open-minded family. And I'm glad I have you, Mae."
"I'm glad I have you too, kitten." She kissed me, a delicate, warm kiss that sent soothing ripples of comfort through my veins. I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her in it. She brushed her fingers across my lower stomach only to break our kiss a moment after. Her soft grays searched my expression as I brushed my thumb over her lips. Emotions raced through me, foreign and strong. "Someone has melted the ice queen," Mae whispered and I laughed softly.
"You did," I admitted.
"If I melted you, what did you do to me?" Mae tilted her head while nudging my pants down my hips. I kicked them off and she rested her hand on my thigh.
"Made you stay."
"I've always stayed." She tilted her head.
"Physically, yeah, but emotionally, you wandered like your hippie parents." I poked her lip and after a moment's pause, she smiled.
"So together, we're standing in a puddle?"
"Yeah. But a really warm puddle like after a sudden rainstorm when the sun returns." I nodded, caressing her cheek with my knuckle.
"You know what else happens then?"
"What?"
"Rainbows," she said, followed by a grin. I laughed and shook my head at her.
"Very hippie, very lesbian rainbows," I said.
"The best kind." With that, she closed the distance between us and captured me in another kiss, this one fierier than the last.
Shudders racked my core when she shifted her weight and moved over me. Her knee knocked mine apart and her skirt-covered middle pressed against mine. She gripped my wrists, forcing them above my head. My gasp broke our connection and she licked her lips.
"You really do like that, don't you?" Her fingers dug into my skin when she squeezed. I nodded my answer to her question. "Take off your shirt," she said, leaning off me for a moment. I gripped the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. Before I could settle, she grabbed my arms again, returning them to their original position. My body ached for her, even a few days in between was too much to handle. Mae used her legs to nudge mine into the position she wanted with my knees bent and exposing all of me to her. "I barely touch you and yet, you shimmer for me like glistening morning dew." Her cheesy grin made me chuckle and I nudged her with my foot.
"Get undressed," I told her, biting my lip when she thrust her hips at me. I sucked in my breath when she made contact and released my arms at the same time, jolting me away upward.
"Turn over," she instructed and I obliged, scooting out from beneath her until I was on my stomach. The heat of her lifted from me and soft fabric tickled my back and rear. Again, the cloth fluttered over my flesh, this time down my legs. Shudders ran up my body when her green skirt landed beside my shoulder. The scent of patchouli filled my nostrils as yellow fabric covered my eyes. Mae secured her shirt around my head like a blindfold and caressed my sides when she released the knot. Mae's thighs slid over my hips like a finely sculpted puzzle piece. "Relax, kitten. You're tense." Firm hands gripped my shoulders as she massaged me. I buried my face in my arms, remembering her reaction when I gave her a back massage.
"Has anyone ever tied you up, Mae?" I asked, soft moans escaped me when she moved down my body.
"I like doing the tying better," she said, kissing down my spine following the circular trail of her thumbs. She paused at the small of my back, scooted down my body and massaged my rear. I bit down on my hand every time her thumbs grazed my folds. "On your knees, kitten." A breeze swept my skin when she moved away from me. I crawled to all fours, hanging my head between my arms as my breathing picked up. I had never let anyone pu
sh me to such vulnerable places before. I would let Mae do anything to me, anything she wanted if it made her happy. Because she made me so happy.
"Tell me how you feel when you do this to me," my words tangled with heavy breaths.
"Like I could do this forever. Watch you, touch you," she said, she gripped my rear as if threatening to tear away a piece of me. "Taste you." She brought her hand down in a heavy slap on my ass. I squeaked at the unexpected sensation and sound that accompanied it. Mae paused as if waiting for my reaction or safe word. When I didn't give it, she repeated the gesture once more. My core ached, throbbed for her touch, for the sweet release she offered me every day. As if she knew my deepest desires, her palm pressed against my slit and she rubbed in slow circles. I pressed myself to her, panting heavily as my arms trembled.
"Ever been spanked before, kitten?" her voice sounded different and something jingled like the buckle of a belt. I tensed, expecting a harsher blow, and shrunk downward some.
"N...no," I stammered.
"Haven't been naughty enough?" Mae rubbed my back in a soothing gesture that told me she did not intend to repeat the blows that had scarred me in the past. I relaxed some, though my arms remained wobbly.
"Have you?" I panted while gripping the carpet.
"A few times." Mae shifted and I felt her kneel between my legs. Her thumbs pressed into my saturated core when she massaged my rear again. "But not nearly as much as I deserved." She gripped my hips as something poked my center. Firmer than her fingertips and cooler than her tongue. "Do you deserve it, kitten?"
"Yes," the answer left my lips in a gasp. Mae's fingers dug into my hips, pulling me toward her in a harsh snap. My body slammed into her at the same time she penetrated me, the full length of it breached my deepest long-unexplored depths. The burn of mild pain mixed with pleasure hit me hard. I gasped and reached back, gripping her hand as brief panic raced through me. She caught my searching fingers with hers.
"Easy. It's a strap-on, baby. Feel." She brought my hand to her hip where I could feel the leather bands of a harness. I recognized it from the bag of toys I found in her apartment. Worry left me and I returned to my original position. Mae didn't skip a beat. She glided in and out of me, slow at first in my tightness. I sucked in my breath when her movements grew smoother, slipping inside me like I was the perfect fit. Her hips rammed mine when she thrust against me, jerking me forward again and again.
I waited for that blissful moment when all thoughts ceased and my mind and body filled only with Mae, but it didn't happen. Her movements slowed some as if she sensed my disconnection. I pulled the blindfold off and reached for her again. She stopped and withdrew from me. The overwhelming desire to see her, feel her, consumed me like wildfire. I turned around to face her, catching her in a kiss and knocking her backward. She fell on to her rear and caught me around the middle when I positioned myself in her lap. I gripped the strap-on and pressed it against me, slowly lowering myself down. Mae's hands slid up my back and gripped my hair when I rocked my hips against her. This is better, this is what I want. We devoured each other in a hungry kiss. Mae cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers when I grinded against her. She moaned into my mouth then broke the kiss to gaze at our connected parts. Her hips rolled with mine though faintly in comparison to my demanding bucks. She released one of my breasts to toy with my clit then reclaimed my lips with hers.
I rode her hard and fast, taking control of the situation in a way I hadn't prior. The flicking and attention on my clit brought me quickly toward climax. My gasp parted our lips when I slammed into the brink of pleasure as it coursed through me. Mae forced my mouth back to hers, shoving her tongue between my lips as I came for her. She gripped my rear, holding me to her and prolonging my orgasm. Moans overtook my breathing and I dropped my head back. Mae licked and kissed my neck until my bucking slowed to a gentle grind. By the time she pulled me into an embrace, I could hardly catch my breath.
I shifted my legs to wrap them around her while she held me close, pressing her lips against my shoulder as small puffs of breath escaped her.
"Ella," she said my name after a long quiet. She caressed the full length of my back, over my rear then back up again. This position was new to us and so was this kind of embrace. She remained buried inside me and I feared moving would break the two of us. I kissed her neck, nipping along her clavicle while we held each other.
"Lie down," I told her, releasing her from my grip. She heeded me and we moved so that I straddled her hips. Her hands fell to my thighs as she watched me, eyes wandering over my body as if taking in every inch. Mae knew what to do when she was in control, when she wasn't, a whole new dynamic filtered in. Part of her ached for control. Her fingers searched for places to grab or touch and she morphed into a quiet, breathy heap. I rolled my hips against her a few times and her eyelashes fluttered though she tried to fight it. I slid from her and, slowly, torturously, she exited me again. I gripped the leather straps at her hips and gave a harsh yank. She gasped and lifted her hips some. I unfastened the buckles and slid it down her hips.
"What are you doing?" she asked when I stood up.
"You surprised me. So it's my turn." I stepped into the harness without a damn clue about what I was doing. Mae leaned up on her elbows as if my words alone shocked her. The strap-on pressed against my clit when I positioned it and tightened it in place. Mae tried to move from under me but I knocked her back down as I crawled over her. "Going somewhere?"
"No," she said, her eyes wide and dark.
"Good." I nudged her legs apart the way she does to me and positioned myself between them. She didn't stop me but I could tell she wasn't exactly at ease. I hesitated a bit, unsure if she would truly use our safe word if she were uncomfortable. Her tense shoulders and clenched thighs told me she was just that. I leaned over her, pressing my lips to hers once before whispering, "Pineapple?"
"Don't stop," her faint words barely audible beneath her breathing but it was all the encouragement I needed. Like the clumsy sex toy virgin that I was, I gripped the shaft of the strap-on and brushed the tip of it against her. Mae bit her lip and her arms tensed against my chest. When I managed to find her slippery opening, I positioned myself and slowly, with as much care as I could muster, I pressed myself into her. Mae arched against me, her mouth falling open as a mix of pleasure and discomfort furrowed her brow. Her hands trembled when she gripped my sides and I wondered if it was me or the fake appendage that caused her reaction. When I couldn't move forward anymore, I pulled back. Holding myself above her was the hardest task. She shuddered when I withdrew and tensed when I pressed into her again. If I could feel her around me, I might say she seemed to grip me tighter than I expected. After a few slow strokes, her body began to relax and she kissed me. A tentative kiss that had me wondering where her confident fire went. Like she'd done to me, I reached between us and stroked her clit in slow circles. As soon as my flesh met hers, her body unlocked and movement grew easier.
She rocked with me as beads of perspiration dampened her brow. We kissed the entire time until her nails dug into my back, scratching me as she lifted her pelvis from the floor. A soft gasp against my mouth told me she finally lost herself, though not as intensely as usual. Shaky hands gripped my hair when I kissed each of her nipples at the same time that I withdrew from her. With one hand, I unfastened the strap-on and let it fall away before moving back up her body. She finally relaxed beneath me, when my breasts lay against hers, and she wrapped her legs around my middle. Mae watched me, her eyes glassy as she gave my hair a tug. A smile pushed through as I bit my bottom lip.
A moment later, she released me and pulled me into a hug.
We remained on the floor, tangled with each other until both of us calmed and our breathing returned to normal. Mae kissed my forehead and I peeked up at her. She went to say something, hesitated, then tried again.
"Usually I wear it," she said, as if I followed whatever train of thought she was on.
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sp; "Hmm?"
"Usually only I wear the strap-on." She gnawed her lip when I leaned up to look at her.
"What do you mean?"
"I've never let anyone do that to me." Her admission explained everything. The tension, the expression she wore.
"Really? Shit, Mae. I didn't know. Did I hurt you?" Concern flooded me, washing away any remaining afterglow.
"No, no I'm fine. I've used toys before just never let anyone use a strap-on with me." She settled some of my worry but not much.
"I guess we both got surprises tonight," I said, caressing her cheeks as she squeezed me with her legs.
"You always surprise me, Ella." Finally, her smile returned and quelled the rest of my worry.
"I think it's safe to say that you've surprised me the most," I said which made her chuckle.
"Fair enough." She leaned up and kissed me quickly. "But you know, that was very naughty. Taking off the blindfold without permission." Her lips curled into a grin. "Very naughty."
"What are you going to do about it?" I lifted a brow at her.
"I think you already know the answer to that…"
***
Consciousness grasped me in a wave of pleasure. A gasp escaped me as the bright light of morning pierced my vision. Then blankets moved above me while Mae's tongue lashed my folds. I'd never woken up this way before. I writhed beneath the blankets until a second, stronger orgasm raced through me. I held my breath, gripping the headboard as my body arched from the bed. Moans burst from my lips when Mae didn't let up. I couldn't see her hidden beneath the sheets as she had her way with me. My legs trembled and my grasp on the brass bed weakened. Mae's movements slowed to long laps followed by a circular trail around my clit. She kissed up my body and poked through the sheets, her hair a mess of auburn. The grin she wore was the most wicked, devious expression ever. I chuckled, the sound leaving me in gravelly morning tones.
"Morning, kitten." She licked her lips then lay on top of me, drawing circles around my nipples.
"That… was." Still breathless, I pushed her hair from her face.
"Hot? Amazing? Sexy? Just like you?" She wagged her brows, prolonging my laughter.
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