6. Jen

Chapter 6

Jen

R eaching to her back, I unclasp Tara's bra, then untie her hair. It splays on the bed in soft waves, and she's more beautiful than any photograph or painting could capture. Her hands tangle in my hair as I pepper kisses from her stomach to her taut, pink nipples, sucking each once before moving up to her neck.

That soulmate shit from earlier is getting to my head. Kissing her feels like… home. She feels like home.

"You may have thought about kissing me when we first met, but my thoughts were a little less innocent."

"You didn't even notice me," she deadpans.

"Oh, I noticed you the second I stepped into the bar. This is a small town with mostly tourists during the holidays. Ninety-nine percent of them are married couples with children." I nip at her earlobe, making her laugh. "Can't exactly tell someone I want them to sit on my face when we first meet. "

In a swift motion, I roll onto my back bringing her with me. "And that's exactly what you're going to do."

Stripping off her panties, she wastes no time climbing up the bed, and the good fucking girl that she is, she doesn't hover—she sits on her throne, like she was made for it. And just like that, I'm wet again. Her confidence spurs me on as I lick up her wet cunt and tease her clit with light flicks of my tongue.

Tara holds onto the headboard, but it lifts her off my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I bring her sweet pussy right back to me, grazing my teeth against her clit. She grinds against my mouth, needing the extra pressure.

I pull away long enough to ask her to pull out my vibrator from the bedside table. She holds both of them up and I snatch the one with entirely too many settings from her. I don't have to bother with lube, easing it inside her, inch by inch. I turn on the vibe, looking for the setting that always does me in. When I find it, she screams out and I press a finger in her tight ass, unsure of if she'll be into it. Tara reaches behind, grips my wrist and slowly sits an inch further onto my finger.

"Fuck, right there, I'm close."

I increase the intensity of the vibrator, and I'm surprised when she squirts all over my mouth and down my chin. I didn't take her for a squirter, but it's a welcome development. I help her slide down my body until our lips are a breath apart. She's glowing, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

"Not going to lie, I'm going to need a nap after that. Hope you're not opposed to a sleepover. "

Rolling her onto her side, I get up to clean my vibrator with a wipe and wash my hands. When I slide back onto bed, our legs instinctively entwine. Wrapped in each other's arms, I don't know what to say or if I should even reply to her comment.

Tara is only here for the night. She lives in Calgary, which isn't geographically too far, but the reality is that long distance is hard. I don't know how I'm going to say goodbye to her in the morning. Who would want something casual with her? Right now, I sure as hell don't.

I wake up to soft kisses on my neck, and a finger in my pussy… or is it two? "Hey, you," I whisper sleepily.

"I would have slipped out into the night, but the door is still locked. I figured this would be more fun, anyway. I still think you can take five."

"I still think you're delusional."

"You owe me one more, Jen." She presses a third finger inside me. "I'd say ‘you can take it' but we both know you can."

"Fucking hell, that feels good," I whimper breathlessly.

Tara spreads my legs wider, teasing my clit with her thumb and massaging inside my pussy. I bring her lips to mine, missing the feel of her sweet kisses. I'm so close, but like earlier, she won't let me come. It's the best kind of torture.

"Relax for me," she whispers into my mouth. Her pinky joins the party in my cunt as I take four. The stretch feels amazing but I'm tense from the anticipation. When I do as she asked, she slips her thumb lower for just a moment, pressing it into my pussy. She drags it out slowly and continues circling my clit. "I knew you could take it, even if only for a second."

I grind against her hand, chasing my orgasm, kissing her harder. It's all too much, and my orgasm hits me hard and fast, my vision blurring as I come down from the high. Tara carefully pulls her fingers from me, thankfully not requiring another from me.

The room is still cast in shadows and the eerie voice from before laughs, " My work is done, find me in the book. Better get dressed, darlings, Anna and James will be here soon. "

"What the fuck?" Tara screeches.

"I suppose it could be worse," I laugh. "At least whoever was watching has a sense of humour."