Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

Clarissa

Clarissa's bed creaked as she sank down on it with Dee hovering above her. She still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, that she had the Dee Lewis in her bedroom, kissing her greedily like she would die if their lips were apart for too long.

Her teenage self would've been over the moon. Her current self was pleased with the development too, although there was a small worry about what the morning would bring. But with every kiss, Clarissa's ability to care melted away and she sank more and more into the mattress.

She reached up to finally free herself from her shirt, pleased when it stopped the other woman in her tracks.

"You have a nipple ring," Dee rumbled, her voice low and husky.

Clarissa bit her lip, nodding. "I do."

"That's unexpected. Did it hurt?"

"Not much, just a sharp sting." She held back a moan when Dee brushed her fingers over the metal hoop and the hardening nipple underneath.

"Does it hurt now?" Dee whispered, looking absolutely mesmerised. She was still drawing little circles, clearly enjoying the piercing.

Clarissa sighed, shivering from the attention. "No, it feels nice when you touch me."

"Can I kiss it?"

"Please." Clarissa didn't know when she'd started to sound so desperate but she could hear it in her tone of voice. She hadn't expected for it to feel so good so soon but her whole body was on fire, begging to be touched.

Dee placed her mouth over her nipple, sucking gently. Her tongue played with the ring, creating sparks of desire in Clarissa's lower belly. She gasped when she felt Dee's hand brush over her right hip where her shifter mark sat. It was sensitive to the touch, which was slightly unexpected, but Clarissa didn't have time to question it because Dee moved her leg.

It pressed between her legs, causing her to moan. She always liked looking at legs but feeling them against her was even better. Soft, smooth, warm, toned, pressing against just the right places.

She pulled Dee back in for hard breathless kisses, thoroughly enjoying the building friction and heat between her legs. The way Dee moved felt really good and with every stroke of her body, Clarissa felt herself get more desperate.

"Touch me properly," she said between muffled moans.

Dee kissed her ear and briefly lifted her body so she could slip her arm between them. "I should've known you were the demanding type."

"I'm not," Clarissa groaned, gasping when she felt Dee's fingers spreading her open. The first touch made her arch and a throaty moan slipped past her lips. She always knew it would be good with Dee but it was more than good. Dee rubbed her in just the right places, featherlight at times, insistent and demanding at others. The changing teasing pressure was driving Clarissa crazy and she rocked her hips to meet Dee's fingers, the pleasure building inside growing hotter with every touch.

A thud came from the other side of the door but Clarissa no longer cared. She wasn't able to think about anything else but the heat between her legs, the feel of Dee's touch, the hot lips branding her neck. It was an all-consuming feeling, an insatiable heat that wasn't going to go away until it was fully satiated.

Dee's mouth enclosed around her nipple, her teeth grazing against the metal ring. A jolt of pleasure shot through Clarissa's body and she bucked, pushing herself onto Dee's fingers even more. It was quickly becoming all too much and she grasped at the woman on top of her, digging her nails into Dee's shoulder.

"I'm close," Clarissa hissed out through clenched teeth, her body growing more and more sensitive with every stroke and flick.

"I know, it's okay," Dee encouraged, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to come."

That was all Clarissa needed. Her body tensed as pleasure ripped through her body much faster than she expected. She tightened around Dee's fingers as she rode out her release. It felt indescribably good and made her whole body warm and tingly.

A light tug on her nipple ring made her giggle and she pushed Dee's hand away. "Too sensitive for that."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Dee said. She rolled on her side and smelled her fingers, a smug grin tugging her lips up.

Heat rushed up to Clarissa's cheeks. "Really?"

"You smell nice."

The comment made Clarissa twitch. "Fuck."

"That is what we're doing, yes. You should lay back and let me taste you."

"Lay back? I'm not that kind of girl. I want to touch you now."

"It's not a competition," Dee rumbled, her eyes shimmering with amusement.

"It's not, I'm just reciprocating."

"I really want to taste you though," Dee said, sounding painfully genuine and a little desperate.

Clarissa swallowed hard, her mind waging a war with her body. She wanted lots more but it also mattered that things were fair, that the other person was enjoying themself too. Then again, it did sound like this would make Dee very happy. And even if it wasn't a competition, she was never the type to just let things happen to her.

"One kiss," Clarissa said, grinning proudly at her solution. She let her knees fall apart, pleased when the expression on Dee's face darkened even more. She was speechless and didn't argue for once, which was quite a feat.

Dee kissed her way up Clarissa's inner thigh and with every little peck, the anticipation and heat built. Finally, her lips reached the apex but she held back, the restraint unexpected but admirable.

"Just one kiss?" Dee asked, her gaze flitting up.

Clarissa felt herself pulse from the sight of having Dee between her legs like that. She was surprised she was still capable of coherent conversation. "One."

With a grin, Dee lowered her head. Her breath was teasingly light and searingly hot at the same time. It took everything in Clarissa not to reach down and press Dee's mouth where she so desperately wanted it.

She twitched from the anticipation, gasping when she finally felt Dee's lips on her. The kiss was light and tender and only made Clarissa burn more. All her good intentions fell away and she bit her lip, her body humming with desire.

"Maybe two kisses," Clarissa murmured, trying to sound stern and in control and failing miserably.

Dee's triumphant grin suited her. She was gracious enough not to say anything and instead, complied. She kissed and licked and moved her tongue in just the right way that it was driving Clarissa crazy. The heat in her lower belly spread throughout her whole body and her orgasm built quicker than she expected.

When she came, she could feel Dee's smile against her and she saw stars behind her eyelids. Her mind blanked, entirely consumed with the pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel it in the tips of her fingers and deep within her core, an all encompassing sensation that left her gasping and panting for breath.

"That was..." Clarissa struggled to find the right words. Or to breathe. "One hell of a kiss."

Dee chuckled, looking absolutely smug and it was well-deserved. "I told you I was going to make your heart race."

"That you did."

Once Clarissa had gathered her breath and her thoughts, she pulled Dee back to her for a kiss. This time, she was set on making sure she could reciprocate. She rolled Dee on her back and straddled her instead, enjoying the sight of having the beautiful woman underneath her for once.

Dee looked pretty happy on her back. She let her hands wander up, her touch light and teasing. "God, you're gorgeous."

"A nice face for painting, right?" Clarissa teased.

"A face nice for kissing," Dee murmured intimately.

Pleased, Clarissa shifted her weight so she could urge Dee's knees apart. It was an easy task because Dee spread her legs without an ounce of resistance. She was wet, evidence that she'd definitely enjoyed herself so far, but Clarissa was determined to make her feel even better.

"What do you like?" she asked, drawing circles over Dee's skin to build the anticipation. Now that she was in control and no longer in the immediate grip of lust, she could take her time.

Dee bit her lip, her eyes a dark shade of navy blue. "Fingers. And tongues."

"At the same time?" Clarissa asked, her question causing the woman underneath her to twitch. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

She kissed a trail down Dee's body, enjoying the slow exploration because she could feel Dee grow more and more frustrated and desperate. Since Clarissa didn't know whether this would be more than a one-night thing, she was going to make every second count.

As she slid down the bed, Dee's legs fell even more apart. Clarissa kissed the inside of her thighs where the skin was incredibly soft and smooth. She could feel Dee starting to squirm and it made her glow that she could get such a reaction from the otherwise very composed and controlled woman.

She pressed her lips on Dee at the same time as she slid one finger inside. A guttural moan filled the quiet room and it was Clarissa's turn to feel smug. She swirled her tongue, matching the rhythm with her hand. Dee's body was incredibly reactive, responding to every little lick and kiss and stroke of her finger. And she was louder than expected, even having to bite down on her own hand to muffle herself.

Clarissa sincerely hoped this wasn't a one-time thing because now she wanted nothing more than to go somewhere isolated so she could hear those moans in full.

She kept kissing and added another finger, enjoying the way Dee was pulsing around her. There was no warning but Clarissa didn't need it. She felt Dee tighten around her fingers, her whole body spasming as she lost control.

Clarissa kept her fingers exactly where they were, only giving gentle kisses until Dee pushed her head away.

"Stop, please. Too. Sensitive."

There was one more little twitch when Clarissa pulled her fingers back and she almost smelled them, just for payback. Instead, she moved back up the bed so she could kiss Dee. The immediate urgency was gone making the kiss lovely and languid and tender.

A scratch came from the other side of the door and both of them burst into giggles. Neither got up to deal with the dogs though and instead, Clarissa snuggled into Dee's arms. As she fell asleep, she was vaguely aware of her bear mark burning hot, but she was too tired to register it properly.

Her last thought was that she really hoped it wasn't a one time thing.