Chapter 16

Veronica

My mind kept repeating her name like a mantra, a dizzying chant, Kelcey, Kelcey Huntington, in total bliss—and more than a little confusion how this was happening —as she shifted closer to me, her front pressing up against mine, her lips moving with mine. Kissing me. I was kissing Kelcey. And… more.

I’d been blocking out so many thoughts about Kelcey that, with her opening the door to them, they came pouring through, splintering the walls around them. Vivid images of her on her back below me, the sounds she always made—

I slipped my hand up her back and gripped her by the shirt, holding her tighter into me as I kissed her like she was the only thing that existed, because—well, I was pretty sure she was. Kelcey Huntington, the most perfect person to ever live. The woman I loved more than anything.

She broke off from the kiss, and I instantly flared with worry wondering if I’d done something wrong and she’d come back to her senses and didn’t want me around her, but she brushed her thumbs over my cheeks, looking fondly at me. “What would you like, Veronica?” she said in that sweet, perfect little voice, and I arched against her, my body already aching.

“Oh, god—I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I… can…”

She smiled wider, resting her forehead against mine. “Just let me know what kinds of things you’ve thought about me.”

I flushed hot, scrunching up my face. “Uh—I, uh—”

“You can tell me.”

I flicked my gaze away. “I wouldn’t… let myself do that… I mean, I tried to stop it as much as possible. It felt disrespectful to you.”

She went wide-eyed, a smile dancing on her lips. “And… which of those repressed thoughts is coming to the surface now?” she said. “You can ask for whatever. If I’m not up to it, I want to figure out the closest thing that I am up for.”

I bit my lip, my heart pounding so hard I thought it’d explode. This was Kelcey Huntington, actually offering herself up to me. Where was I even supposed to start? I tugged on the lapel of her shirt. “Can I… take this off? You’re just so beautiful…”

“Of course, darling,” she said, moving to push her chest out towards me, arms at her sides, and I quivered looking at her—every line of her perfect figure, her perfect face—as I undid the shirt with shaking hands, one button at a time. I got down to the last button and looked to her for permission one more time, and when she nodded, I slipped it down her shoulders, pulling it open to where my heart caught at the sight of her body… at the soft, smooth skin there, the tapered lines of her waist, up to the swell of her breasts, perfectly round and full, the soft tan color of her firm nipples standing out against her pale, creamy skin. Wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, bare thighs pressing against my legs, and—just like she’d promised, the wet spot on her underwear. Down to the smallest things, like where the bit of her stomach stuck out over the band of her underwear, the two freckles on the swell of her one breast, the light fuzz of pale hairs on her upper thighs poking out from the edges of her underwear, just… flawless. Kelcey Huntington, in everything that she was.

“Wow,” I said softly, and she laughed.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, and I think it was a miracle I didn’t explode hearing that. I slipped my hands up reverently exploring her body, tracing up to cup over her breasts, gripping the full form of each—I guess I had a thing for big breasts. Well, probably not. If Kelcey’s were small, then I’d have a thing for small. I just—adored her. Every aspect of her.

She made a small, perfect noise in her throat when I flicked my fingers over her nipples, and it ignited something in me, moaning softly watching the flush creep deeper into her face, arching her back to push her breasts towards me. I kissed the dip of her collar, and before I could overthink it, I moved in and took one nipple in my mouth, tasting that slightly buttery, creamy way I remembered her as tasting, and she moaned my name as I felt her perfect fingers slip to my head, tangling in my hair.

I hadn’t attended to myself much lately. I couldn’t do it without thinking of Kelcey, and that felt inappropriate, which meant—all things considered—I felt like I’d explode the second she touched me. That was okay. I’d make love to her until sunrise without one second of her attention if it was what she wanted.

I moved to shed my own shirt, tossing it onto the floor, and Kelcey slipped back off of her position straddling my lap to sit red-faced on the bed breathing hard as I slipped my pants off, aware of Kelcey’s eyes keenly on my breasts. I’d barely finished dropping my pants off the bed before Kelcey came in and captured me in another kiss, her hand exploring across my body and teasing my nipple, and I moaned explosively against her, arching my back even at the slightest bit of her touch. I couldn’t control myself, arousal spiking up through me, and I kissed her deeply, touching my tongue to hers in a breathless dance of heat before I pushed her onto her back, breaking off the kiss to move down her body and hook my fingers under the band of her underwear, and I didn’t even get to ask before she rolled her head back against the mattress, gasping, “God, Veronica, please, yes,” and I couldn’t say no to the most attractive woman who’d ever lived begging me to strip her naked.

I tugged her underwear down, tossing them off the bed, and my very essence ached at the sight of her sprawled naked on my bed—a sight I’d seen so many times before but never really seen, propped up on her elbows like this looking at me with that wild, breathless look.

“Kelcey—”

“Don’t leave me alone here,” she said, tugging my underwear down too, and I broke off with a gasp, rising onto my knees to let her strip my underwear off me. She’d barely gotten them down to my knees and shimmied them off to throw them to the floor before she moved in seamlessly, one swift motion, and—she pressed her mouth up against me, sending heat and pleasure stabbing through me with an uncontrolled throbbing out to my fingertips, and I cried out, dropping onto my back.

“Oh my god, Kelcey—” My legs were shaking, suddenly spread without my control to either side of her perfect, pretty face, beautiful blue eyes looking up at me as her tongue swiped through every part of where I needed her right now, and I—god, I was going to last for two minutes tops if she did that. Kelcey Huntington sucking on my clit—

I couldn’t not , though, and I gasped things I didn’t even know what as I gripped her by the back of the head with one hand, clawing through the sheets with the other, and I pressed her into me because my body didn’t know how not to.

“Kelcey—Jesus Christ, Kelcey, I—oh my god, you’re—if you keep doing that, I can’t—”

She pulled up off of me for a second where nothing existed and I just needed her mouth again. “Go ahead and come,” she said sweetly, rubbing her fingers in tight circles on my clit while she spoke, driving me right back where I was. “You’ve been waiting so long for this. I know you well enough to know you won’t be done,” she said, and she moved her fingers to press her lips back up to me, and I gave in, clutching her by the hair and arching into her, screaming her name as she worked me relentlessly towards an orgasm.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes—the way I’d needed her for so fucking long, and how beautiful she was, so perfect, and that it was Kelcey Huntington and I loved her so much it felt like my heart could explode, and I got to do everything with her—there was so much built up in me that it was barely any time before I came explosively on her face, Kelcey’s tongue just like I remembered working me completely undone until I left this universe, everything fading out, my whole body softening like a ribbon pulled undone.

“Kelcey…” I breathed shakily as I looked down at her, coming up off of me with her face slick and the most perfect smile on her face. I blushed hot, just—seeing her like that—the woman I loved, covered with the traces of how much pleasured me. “Oh, god, Kelcey,” I whispered, and she moved up to kiss me quickly, beaming.

“I’d missed the way you taste,” she said, and I felt my face prickle.

“Spent a lot of time thinking about it?”

“ I masturbate too, you know.”

I laughed breathlessly, giving her a playful push. “Stop. If I picture you getting yourself off while thinking about licking me, then I’m going to come again.”

“What kind of a threat is that?” she laughed, kissing me again, and it slowly stirred me back to that heat coursing in my core, wanting her so badly she was the only thing I could think about. Once it had gotten to be too much for me to bear, I gripped her suddenly, firmly, and I flipped her onto her back, climbing on top of her.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, hovering just over her face, and she blushed hot enough I could feel it in my face, but she smiled brilliantly.

“Anything you like… something to mind, or should we just improvise and see where it gets us?”

I paused, and I decided—well, what the hell. She’d just grabbed me the moment I was naked and sucked my clit until I came in five seconds, so I could try being a little bold too. “I want to fuck you with the strap.”

She blinked fast before she smiled wildly. “You still have the, uh…”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m clean. I, uh, didn’t ever use it on anyone else.”

She laughed, giving me an impossibly fond look before she pulled me down into a kiss. “You’re so hot,” she said. “And so romantic, in like… the hottest way ever. Yes, please.”

I paused halfway through standing up. “Is getting strapped down the pinnacle of romance?”

She beamed. “In the way you’re planning on using it, yes.”

Ugh—read me for filth. Fine, then. So be it.

I took the parts from the cabinet where I kept everything, and I stopped to clean the dildo before I fitted the harness and slotted it in, and I squeezed lube onto it, settling into bed as I lathered the shaft, Kelcey watching the motion intently as she sank onto her back and spread her legs wide, but when I got onto the bed in front of her, she looked up and met my eyes with a shy smile, blushing hard.

“Wow,” she laughed breathlessly, and I settled in between her legs, laying the shaft down to press against her center instead of going straight in with it, and I laid myself down on top of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, and I kissed her—captured her lips in mine, savoring the way she met me deeply and totally, deepening the kiss as soon as I reached her, throwing her arms around me and wrapping her legs around my hips, and the way she ground her hips against my strap—she was so sexy and so pretty and perfect and just—my safe place and where I wanted to be forever, and—I loved her so much I didn’t even know what to—

She pulled away from the kiss, breathless and red. “Fuck me, please, Veronica,” she gasped, and I wasn’t about to disappoint, so I repositioned to guide the strap to her entrance, pushing slowly inside her, feeling the way she quivered, savoring every little gasp and noise she made as I pushed deep inside her. I stayed there pushed fully into her, just easing her in, and she was the one to take initiative—moving her hips to lift up and push back down on me, and watching that motion and the look of total bliss, all-consuming pleasure on her face, when she did—my hips moved by themselves, pulling back and thrusting to fuck her pretty, perfect body, and the way she cried out my name was the best thing I’d ever heard.

I fell into her, and I kissed her, moving passionately, my body deciding for me what I was doing as I moved my hips to sync to her rhythm, giving her everything she wanted. I gripped tight at her body and loved the way she wrapped her legs around me, holding me into her, and I fucked her until we were both dripping with sweat and gasping for breath trying to kiss each other in between the sounds we made, and I could tell she was getting there just from knowing the tells her body had, long before she arched her back into me and said, “Veronica—oh, Veronica—I’m going to come—please, make me come with you… inside me…”

I adjusted my rhythm to the smaller, faster strokes deep inside her that I knew she liked to come to as she worked her own clit with one hand, her other one gripping me into her, and she cried out my name as she hit her crescendo, and I could feel the way she clenched tight on the strap, and all I could think was that she was so beautiful like this… I wondered what a life would look like where I could be like this with Kelcey whenever we wanted.

“God, Veronica,” she groaned once she’d finished, fumbling her hands towards me trying to pull me towards her, and I sank onto her to kiss her deeply, tangling in a sweaty mess of limbs. “You’re perfect,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and rolling onto her side with me. “Just perfect. So… good…”

“You too,” I laughed, my voice about fit to burst with adoration. Didn’t even recognize it like that. I liked it. “That was the best in my life… probably the best in anyone’s life. You are so pretty.”

“Don’t say it in the past-tense like we’re done,” she laughed, a wild glint in her eyes. “I am going to need you to keep fucking me until tomorrow evening.”

“Oh. I mean, I’m not complaining.”

“God, I’ve missed this so much,” she groaned, slipping a hand down my body, and I twitched when she grabbed the strap, moving it in that way that rubbed the base against my clit. “I’ve missed seeing you feel so good… and how good you make me feel…”

I wanted to explode telling her I love you, I love you, I love you so much, but I didn’t want to mess with this delicate, fragile thing right now. “I’ve missed how beautiful you look like this…”

“Mm. You’re cute being sentimental while I’m playing with your clit.”

I laughed murkily, bucking my hips against her. “I still feel the same way about you whether we’re in polite company or whether you’re making me come a dozen times.”

“A dozen’s a lot even for us. But I’m gonna try. Let’s please do that thing again with a vibrator inside you while you go down on me.”

Thank god, I wasn’t the only one who’d kept thinking about that long after the fact. I gave her what she wanted—had my longer-wear vibrator inside me while I sprawled out and buried my face in her tasting how perfect she was, and I knew she loved the way I came while I was licking her—knew she liked it just because I knew her, but also based on how she came almost right after. Another round of the two of us resting, this one pausing for a snack, stark-naked in the kitchen together as we giggled and shared foraging scraps from the pantry and the fridge before I couldn’t help myself and I got the harness back on to fuck her over the table, which then turned halfway through to me sitting in the kitchen chair while she rode my strap, bouncing in my lap with her head thrown back crying my name over and over until she came, with a mess left in the chair from both of us running all down my thighs. Took her turn topping me too, pressing me up against the wall and fingering me until my knees buckled, and she pushed me into bed to shove me face-first into the mattress and fuck me from behind until I had a quivering orgasm that seemed to last hours on her hand, and we cuddled together in bed for the longest time after that, long enough I thought she was going to fall asleep and I’d have to wake her up to clean her face, but it changed in a blink and she had her face between my legs again, perfect in every aspect of her touch.

It was four in the morning by the time we finally went to bed proper, both of us laughing wildly with the giddy feeling like when we’d first started doing this—not that one-night-stand first encounter, but the first time we’d done it with the idea of hey, we can do this all we like, when everything felt fresh and exciting and full of possibilities.

Nothing could ever be this good. But maybe tomorrow would be this good.

“Better?” Kelcey said, her eyes glinting as she looked at me from where she lay on the bed next to me, holding my hand, both of us finally dressed back in our pajamas again, although she still went without the pants. I didn’t mind literally the smallest amount.

“Hm?”

“You hadn’t had sex in a minute. Hadn’t even masturbated in a minute. You must have been pent-up. So… better?”

I laughed. “You just wanted to pitch in and help out, huh? Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

She grinned. “Maybe not just that. But I want to know I do a good job.”

“I’ve never felt this satisfied in my life… I’ve never felt anything that good. You’re kind of… incredible.”

“Mm.” She nestled closer to me, planting a swift peck on my lips. “As are you, beautiful. And for the record… you have my full permission to masturbate thinking about me.”

“Ah… thank you. I plan on making very good use of that.”

“Although you can always ask me for help too.”

Did that mean this wasn’t just a tonight thing? This was… pillow-talk. Sex-drunk floating in bliss. Nothing here was indicative of reality. But maybe… maybe we could keep doing this.

Still, I laughed. “Just show up at your door like hey Kelce, could really do with licking pussy right now… ”

“Just pussy in general?”

“Ah, of course not. There’s no replacement for yours.”

She giggled. “I’m not saying I’d say no if you did show up like that. I mean, you do know you’re ridiculously hot, right?”

I closed my eyes, holding her closer into me. “If you think so, then I think I’m doing well.”

“You’re doing amazingly,” she whispered, and I guess I thought maybe… maybe I’d take her at her word for that. Just enjoy it. Just enjoy all of this.