Chapter 8

Iwake up Tuesday in Dahlia's bed aching yet feeling so fucking good. I can't remember the last time I felt like that. I have to head out of the city to Grandmama's to pick up my clothes—not that I need them as I am taking some time off work.

I should be worrying about training. About the race coming up. About keeping my head straight, but I can't do it. I'm floating. High. High on laughter and sex and I don't want to face reality.

I stand slowly and shake out my hair and seek out a mirror. My lips are still swollen, my eyes are hazy—I look like I have just been thoroughly fucked. And I have. I take the champagne from the table with a smirk as I meander through to the bathroom and run the bathwater. I don"t look back. But she knows the invitation is open.

She sits just out of sight on the edge of the bed, dialing the front desk. She glances over and just barely sees me in the mirror as my toes enter the warm water. With a quick, inaudible order I see her drop the receiver, grab a glass and head towards the bathroom as well.

I let my body sink into the hot bubbles. My body aches, but it's a good ache. The kind where you"ve been touched ...tasted ...enjoyed. The stream rises from my limbs as I take my legs out of the water. I reach for the soap, it is the expensive kind, my hands trail up and down my legs, knees bending so I can wash from my ankle straight to the tops of my thighs. My palms knead supple flesh with a slow, sensual rhythm.

She watches it all while leaning against the doorway. Standing stark naked, proud and confident in her physique, her beautiful red hair in long wild curls, skimming her nipples. She sips the golden bubbly and sees the soothe in my face as I feel the effects of the hot water against my sore muscles. Taking another swig, she smirks at me and swallows, slowly making her way to the side of the tub.

I drape my legs over either side. The cool porcelain feels nice against my hot skin. Most of my body hides under the water, obscured by iridescent bubbles. My breasts break the surface, my nipples are soft, the pink is rosy and light against my paleness. My hair is wet around my shoulders. I glance up at her. I watch her make her way over, her confidence, her sexiness... fuck, it captures me. And I murmur softly, "I think you should share the champagne."

She sits on the edge of the tub, her torso twisting around towards me, holding her glass out casually. "Mind topping me up?" she says, a delightfully mischievous grin stretched out on her mouth. Her other hand dips into the water and two fingertips brush against my leg, high up my thigh where my leg meets my hip.

She can see the bottle at the side of the tub where I placed it when I came in. We're playing a game. I keep my breath even as her fingers trace up my thigh. I lean forwards, my breasts rising out of the water, but I keep my legs still hooked and open wide. I reach down for the bottle, bringing it with me as I rest back in the tub. I keep my eyes on her as I lean back, my head resting on the lip of the bath edge, and I thrust my hips upwards, the water runs off my body. And then I pour champagne all over my stomach, my breasts, my pussy, until the bottle is drained.

"Take a taste."

Her whole body is given pause, and she stares. I don't think she realizes she is staring. It is so irregular for her to lose her cool, get flustered, but I can see it on her face; I"ve done it. She watches as the champagne flows off my body, but particularly the way it bubbles and gleams as it slides down between the folds of my pussy.

Then her head turns to look at my face, the cheeky expression I'm wearing, and the pure, dumbfounded shock on her face is replaced with a devilish smile of her own. Suddenly, she dips down, her hands moving to both sides of the tub edge, and the flat of her tongue runs down my belly, over my navel, and straight between my legs—tasting first the champagne and then my taste she finds on the tip of her tongue. Her tongue feels familiar to me now and I relax into the long slow hungry strokes of it.

I watch as she explores my body, I see the swirl of her tongue, the graze of teeth, and the press of her lips. The tip of her tongue dances along my folds. I wonder how I taste to her. I relax a little into the position, my shoulders sliding down the bath, my breasts half in, half out. Hardening nipples peeking through the bubbles. My vulva remains offered to her.

It starts with very soft kisses and she is sucking my delicate folds into her mouth. I can feel my wetness at the touch of her warm tongue. She knows I am deeply aroused. An attentive lover, she notices my legs may begin to tire, so with her left hand she curls her forearm between my legs and underneath me, her palm against the small of my back, my pussy just an inch away from her bicep—holding me up from between my legs—but she lifts higher and helps herself to more of what I have to offer. She too begins to feel the flush of arousal. I can see it in her eyes and in her body as she now leans along the side of the tub.

My hands grip the side of the tub. The soft kisses, watching her make out with my needy pussy… fuck, she is delicious. Her tongue laps at me …and I can see my wetness on the tip of it. I let out a moan that is softer and more feminine than I imagined, light and breathless. I can"t tell you how good it feels. How much I love it. "Don"t stop. My clit... Yes... Lower... There... Yes ..."

I"m not shy in what I want from her and she obeys immediately. Her every desire is to please me.

I can tell she loves to hear me ask for what I want. Sometimes she obliges, sometimes she teases, but no matter what, my need is closely attended with affection and care. Her tongue exploring every crevice, every delicate sliver of skin, every sensitive spot.

She reaches her hand between my legs, dipping her fingers inside me, coating them in wetness, then bringing them up to my mouth.

She offers them to me.

"Taste for yourself," she whispers delicately.

I moan loudly at the decadence of this moment. I"m writhing, water splashing as I can barely contain myself. Sweat shines on my skin. My dark devoted eyes meet hers as I grip the tub tight and lean forwards. My suck is explicit, deep, my head bobbing and my lips smacking to make that loud sucking noise.

She can feel the masterwork of my tongue, specifically as it glides in circles around her finger mimicking the way I hungrily taste and tease her pussy. I can see she wants more, and she lays parallel with the tub, dining on me and relishing in all of the sweet reaction, she slides her thigh up onto the side of the tub, stretching her body out, and letting her pussy rest, a beckoning call, as she goes back to eating me, licking me, adoring me.

"Do you want me to taste you whilst you lick me?" I ask breathlessly.

"Last time was rushed… now you could spend a bit of time … if you like," she says as every third or fourth word is interrupted by a kiss.

I unhook my legs and let go of the tub. My body falls with a soft splash, pulled from her tongue"s reach. Hot water caresses my sex, runs through my hair, over my face. I close my eyes and feel my pulse in my head. Racing. Wanting. And then I rise out of the tub. I don"t pause or hesitate. My hands are on her shoulders pushing her back onto the tiled floor. My legs straddle at her shoulders as my wet body soaks her too. My clit is throbbing with need and I don"t pause, my hips drop and I slide myself down onto her face as my wet hands reach between her legs.

I"ve taken her by surprise again. She's surprised but enthusiastic as her mouth goes to work on me. I feel her tongue push inside of me and I grind down and moan.

My fingers begin to stroke lightly back and forth through her folds enjoying her wetness. I wonder for a moment if she is always this wet. Her moaning increases against my clit with a deep vibration.

Her knees are raised and my left hand reaches around to grab her ass firmly while my right hand continues to tease her with pleasure. Meanwhile, I'm bouncing, rocking and riding her tongue.

My wet fingers slide effortlessly, giving her lots of pressure, playing up and down against her clit, matching the pace of my hips as they fuck her face.

She doesn't resist—the opposite, in fact. The harder I grind against her face, the more she pushes her face into my dripping sex. Her tongue fucks me with abandon as I press down against her face and I sit up in enjoyment. She delivers a long, thick swipe up between my labia, then she keeps going, and her tongue laps against my anus. Her tongue teases for a second and circles before pressing hard and pushing inside my ass.

I feel every nerve ending come alive.

My right hand suddenly stops working. "I"m sorry but I need..." I moan as I rise upwards. My thighs tighten around her head, my hips dipping and rising as I use her lips, chin, tongue, nose, mouth, all of her to please me. Faster, harder. "Don't you dare stop!" I cry as my body is totally lost.

She gasps as her arms loop up and curl backward over my thighs. Her hands stretch out and grab my ass. She spreads my cheeks out before delivering two slaps. First, the right cheek, then the left. Almost before I can register the sharp pain, she spreads me nice and wide and licks me, her tongue flicks against me before turning her head to bite my ass cheek hard enough to leave teeth marks.

She then drops her head and assists in my needy grind, firming up her tongue and letting me make sure to feel everything as my pussy slides up and down her face. Sometimes she traps my clit between her lips and lets me feel the pressure.

"Yes … yes …. fuck yes. I"m there. I"m so there." But her pussy. I need her. I want her. My hands stretch forwards, nails scraping up her thigh as my mouth hunts for her sweetness, my tongue slipping between her lips so she can feel my moans and screams. God, it"s so good. "Baby, you make me so wet. So needy. I can"t stop," I moan out against her.

I can"t move much, I"m too far gone, but I breathe against her pussy, letting her feel my moans, pants, and gasps as I lose control and submit to her expert tongue. My knees slide wide. My pussy pressed against her face. The pressure on my clit is the most delicious sensation, and as I feel her finger push deep inside my anus, my orgasm floods through me like a tsunami taking everything in its path.

Her feet come together, her legs forming a diamond for leverage, and she thrust upwards, giving me all her pussy as I come.

The second I start to gain control, I remember I am lying on top of her and raise myself a little so she can catch her breath. But she holds my ass tightly to her and her finger is still deep inside me. She spreads my pussy with her mouth and her tongue keeps lapping gently at me.

It's her turn. I start to lick her, properly, hungrily, giving her the attention she deserves.

I am pushing through, my clit is so sensitive, it"s become so hard. But I channel it. I use it to lick her harder. She pushed me to my limits, claiming all of me. Making me hers as I make her mine.

My fingers join the efforts of my tongue and tease both her vagina and her anus. I continue to lick and suck her clitoris as my 0wn finger pushes carefully inside her tight asshole. I her her call out and feel her pull me in tighter, and it turns me on more and more as we purr and rock against and inside each other.

I push deeper inside her as she relaxes into it and I feel her deep inside my own ass.

We climax in near synchrony. There is no end and no beginning to us. Just a circle of never-ending pleasure.

The second attempt I make that day to get ready, I do so with no champagne, less flirting, and much more alone. I see my crumpled clothes scattered around the penthouse, and it's not like I could wear last night"s outfit anyway to see my Grandmama so I have to go begging.

"Erm, Dahlia, do you think I could borrow something of yours to wear?" I ask nervously, feeling like I am being cheeky.

She is laid across the couch idly thumbing through a magazine. She is dressed in cute pants and a fitted tee. It is effortless the way she looks so good in absolutely anything.

"No, because my clothes won't fit you or suit you, but if you check the wardrobe, you will find some things your size and style. Also underwear, socks, shoes etc. They are yours, I had them picked up for you, so take whatever you want. We can order more if you need them, anything you want or need- it is just the basics to make things a little easier," she says everything so casually, but for me, it is a big deal. Like shopping but without leaving the house.

I dash back through in my towel to the bedroom and pull open the huge fitted wardrobe. It is obvious that the right side is for Dahlia. It is overspilling with outfits of all colors, shapes, and sizes, but then on the left is a tidy little section just for me.

It is all branded, expensive sportswear, and whoever ordered it knew perfectly my size, shape, and style. I pull out the drawers and find perfectly pressed panties, matched and folded socks, sports bras and crop tops. The next draw holds a little more …well. Lingerie is the polite word for them, but as I pull a pair of black lace panties out, I can see the crotchless center that runs straight through the middle.

"I can get us anything like that, that you want. Outfits, toys, games. It isn't an issue. Just write a list and it will be in the wardrobe before you get back. If you want?"

I jump a little; I hadn't heard her behind me. But then I relax and place the panties back in the drawer.

"Why don't you write one, whilst I am gone. Think of the things you like, you want. what you have tried, haven't tried and then we can…" I pause as I think of the word and I feel my aching sex pulse at the thought. "Experiment," I finish.

"I can do that," Dahlia says in a light, breathless whisper.

"Good girl."