Delayed Gratification: The Honeymoon Page 6

  Willa exhaled in relief, wiping the moisture from her eyes. “You’re right.” She broke into a genuine grin. “It does.”

  Chapter Six

  Later that evening, Rae lay flat on her back in the center of the bed, arms and legs flung out, and watched Willa chat on the phone with a customer-service rep from their travel-insurance agency. Unlike last night, she spoke in a honey-sweet tone, cool and collected. No longer filled with frustration and alarm, Willa had undergone a truly stunning turnaround in the hours following their disastrous late awakening. Their argument that morning, followed by Willa’s talk with Lynn, had apparently dispelled her single-minded focus on the honeymoon they were supposed to be having. After seven sex-filled hours in their romantic suite, Willa had ably demonstrated that her new concern was Rae’s pleasure, lack of itinerary be damned. If Rae hadn’t begged for this break, reminding her suddenly wolfish bride that they really should check in with the insurance company, she doubted Willa would have paused to consider the future of their trip at all.

  Not until she’d left Rae pleading for mercy.

  Rae managed a weak chuckle at the thought, which drew a saucy wink from her still-naked wife. Over the course of the afternoon, Willa had attained a newfound confidence that made it incredibly difficult for Rae to actually request an end to the nonstop sexual servicing. The more they fucked, the more energetic Willa seemed to become. And voracious. Dear Lord, the woman was insatiable. Rae suspected that Willa might have actually hit her sexual peak right here in Paul and Lynn’s frozen-paradise inn, at precisely the right moment in time, and she further suspected that she was definitely going to have trouble walking tomorrow. The idea made her grin, then drop her hand between her thighs to brush against her highly sensitized labia. She was still wet from the last orgasm Willa had coaxed from her body, induced while Rae had lain prone beneath her, nose buried in the pillow her cheek rested upon now.

  Rae’s eyes drifted closed and then open again, lazily, and she grinned at the hooded gaze Willa directed her way. She bent her leg at the knee, tilting to the side so Willa had a better view of her gentle self-exploration. She was dimly aware that Willa was discussing reimbursement but didn’t home in on the details, reaching down instead to soothe her tender opening with her fingertips before penetrating herself, using the very tip of just one. She grimaced with pleasure, basking in the throbbing ache, the exquisite echo of Willa’s diligent fingers and tongue. As good as it still felt to touch herself, a different craving had long since taken over—the need to drive Willa delirious with pleasure, as Willa had done repeatedly for her.

  Since allowing Rae to go down on her after they first got into bed, Willa had spent the rest of the afternoon doggedly focused on her satisfaction. Frankly, Rae was a little stunned to still be tolerating any type of tactile stimulation at all, even the ghosting touch of her own hand, considering the number of orgasms Willa had pulled out of her over the course of the day. They’d taken only two rests, once to visit the bathroom and clean up, then again to enjoy the sandwiches, fresh fruit, and salad Paul had left outside their door around one in the afternoon. If not for those brief periods of reprieve, Rae probably couldn’t have withstood Willa’s relentlessly worshipful attentions for so long. Now she was sated—albeit apparently capable of more—and her only remaining need was to make Willa feel every bit as special as she had since the apology in the shower.

  On cue, as though privy to Rae’s silent musing, Willa ended her call and reconnected the phone to the charger. “Since we made a serious effort to get on a plane, but were unable to do so, and every conceivable flight for the next eighteen hours is cancelled or booked solid, we’re being reimbursed, and…” She crawled up from the foot of the bed to fit her shoulders between Rae’s parted thighs. Willa pushed Rae’s knees down onto the mattress and angled to kiss sodden flesh that Rae hastily covered with her hand. Looking up, Willa murmured, “It doesn’t matter right now. We aren’t getting on a plane anywhere tonight, or even tomorrow morning, so I’d rather just…” She bent to kiss the backs of Rae’s protective fingers, licking around her knuckles. “Please, sweetheart? May I?”

  “Don’t make me say his name,” Rae warned her, then giggled at the predictable disgust that instantly crinkled Willa’s nose.

  “You don’t have to. The mental imagery is firmly in place.” She moved up to lie beside Rae, tugging her into a loose embrace. “Thanks for that.”

  Rae licked the tip of Willa’s nose and trailed her fingers down to cup her breast, then stroked the hard point with her thumb. “Now that I’ve set the mood…”

  Willa giggled and arched into Rae’s hand. “Woman, you’re lucky you’re so hot.”

  “Still?” Rae asked the question playfully, but her query turned Willa’s expression serious.

  “Always.” Willa initiated a lazy, loving kiss, inviting their lips and tongues to fall into the impeccably synchronized dance they’d perfected through years of practice. Pulling away after some time, Willa whispered, “In the future, I don’t plan to let us go for so long without doing this. I love it.”

  “Me, too.” Rae rolled Willa onto her back and settled on top of her warm curves. “My turn now.” She wedged her knee between Willa’s, bringing her leg up until she could feel fiery wetness smear across her bare thigh. “I hope you conserved some energy, sweetheart, because by my count, I owe you at least seven orgasms.”

  Willa laughed, then moaned when Rae dragged her thigh back and forth over her soaked clit. “I can’t promise I’m—” She gasped, hands flying to grip Rae’s biceps. “Up for seven.”

  “Remember how merciless you were with me?” Rae moved off Willa and knelt beside her. Dirty, red-hot lust surged through her veins, providing a much-needed second wind that she immediately used to maneuver Willa into a seated position. “I do.”

  Willa’s eyes flashed. “Me, too.”

  Rae urged Willa to move aside so she could rearrange the pillows, then resumed her position lying flat on her back in the center of the bed, now with her head elevated slightly. She waved Willa forward. “Time to test your limits. Come on, li’l cowgirl, and ride my tongue. Let’s see how many times you can get yourself off for me.”

  Willa bit her lower lip, seemingly tickled—likely about both the lewd invitation and the Oklahoma-inspired nickname. “Yeah?”

  “Hell, yeah.” Rae grinned as Willa clambered up to kneel over her face. “I admit, this request is a little selfish.” She held Willa’s hips and helped lower her into place. Rae turned and kissed a soft inner thigh, then licked a trail up to her goal. “It’s been way, way too long since you sat on my face.”

  “Agreed.” Willa sank onto Rae’s waiting mouth, silencing any possible reply. “Now shut up and eat me.”

  Rae laughed and moaned at the same time, sucking delicately on the swollen tissue now pressed against her tongue. The scent and taste of Willa’s pussy filled her senses, wonderfully familiar yet always terribly exciting nonetheless. She slid her hands from Willa’s hips down to her butt and squeezed firmly, then spread the cheeks apart. Willa moaned, hastening her movements, while Rae used her tight handhold to aid the sensuous roll of Willa’s hips against her searching tongue.

  “Yes,” Willa hissed. She grabbed the headboard for leverage, which allowed her to grind even more insistently into Rae’s mouth. “This…might not…take long.”

  At that, Rae slowed her tongue, cut off all suction, and simply allowed Willa to gyrate atop her as she continued to chase her release. She collected some of the abundant wetness that poured from Willa’s vagina on her fingers, then lightly traced her anus in a calculated effort to tease. True to form, Willa let out an excited whimper, coating Rae’s cheeks and chin with fresh arousal.

  “Harder,” Willa begged in a whisper.

  Rae increased the pressure of her fingertip against Willa’s anus, threatening to penetrate.

  “No,” Willa half-groaned, squirming, clearly frustrated. “Lick me harder.” She raised up, off R
ae’s nose and mouth, to allow her the opportunity to gulp in a few desperate breaths. “Use your tongue. Let me feel it.”

  Rae grinned smugly as she yanked Willa back down. “You’re dirty.”

  “You love it.” Willa leaned back slightly, reaching between her legs to spread her pussy open with both hands. Straining, Rae watched Willa watch her lick the swollen clit hovering mere inches above her mouth, a deliberate, showy performance that left them both whimpering. Willa reclined farther, craning for a better view as she dragged her clit up to Rae’s nose, then back down across her chin. She bounced a few times, effectively fucking Rae’s mouth. “You love eating my pussy, don’t you?”

  Thrilled by Willa’s resurgent sexual intensity, Rae nodded, mumbled an affirmation, and swirled her tongue around Willa’s fat clit as fast as she could. She continued to play with Willa’s ass, loving the way every pass of her finger across the puckered opening caused the gluteal muscles beneath Rae’s other hand to subtly tense and contract. After some time, Willa straightened, then pitched forward to grab onto the headboard again. “Okay, darling, time to finish this.”

  Rae chuckled at the desperation in her wife’s voice, then squealed when Willa balanced herself on one hand so she could reach back and tweak Rae’s nipple with the other. Hard. Rae’s hips bucked, shooting off the bed in a search for friction she couldn’t fathom still wanting.

  Willa giggled before cutting off with another moan. Her fingers stayed locked on Rae’s nipple, twisting, pulling. “You know what to do,” she murmured, headily. “Don’t you?”

  Rae nodded and sucked Willa’s clit into the tight circle of her lips. Then she lapped hard at the pulsing flesh, as hard as she dared, achingly acquainted with Willa’s desire for rough stimulation to send her flying. Willa reacted accordingly, jerking against her mouth, speeding the pace of her hips. She plucked at Rae’s sensitive nipple with her fingers almost absentmindedly, driving Rae on while simultaneously rocketing her reinvigorated libido to unprecedented heights. Turning her wrist, Rae slipped her thumb into Willa’s snug vagina and repositioned so the length of her index finger pressed between Willa’s buttocks, the tip still caressing the tight entrance. She brought her thumb and index finger slightly closer together, capturing Willa in the most intimate of holds.

  Breathing hard, Willa wriggled in an increasingly erratic rhythm. Now unashamedly humping Rae’s face, she finally released the nipple she’d been torturing, clearly approaching the edge. “Yes…yes…yes!” she cried out, before shushing herself in the next breath. “Quiet,” she whispered, apparently for her own benefit. Then, louder, she keened, “Like that! Don’t stop, don’t stop—”

  Rae murmured contentedly, aware that she was sending the strong vibration straight into Willa’s clit and that the inevitable explosion was mere seconds away. She used her hands, including the one lodged firmly between Willa’s butt cheeks and embedded in her pussy, to guide her wife up and down over her tongue, then trapped her clit between tightly held lips and furiously laved its turgid head. When Willa’s thighs began to quake, she lifted the hand that wasn’t inside her to deliver a sharp slap on her ass. As expected, that elicited a throaty whimper, then the quickening of Willa’s hips.

  “So good,” Willa moaned, and then she stiffened, and her anus contracted, nearly drawing Rae’s finger inside. “I’m coming!” she announced, urgently, only seconds before filling Rae’s mouth with proof of that claim.

  Rae kept licking, waiting for the command to stop. Her heart thudded at the sheer carnality of their lovemaking, the raw, animal energy they’d somehow sustained all day long. She hoped they would carry some of this magic home with them, or to Europe, or wherever they went after leaving this inn. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this connected with Willa or quite so sexually satisfied. This really was her dream honeymoon.

  Willa twined her fingers in Rae’s hair, gasping, “Enough.”

  Rae briefly considered forcing Willa to use their safe word but decided that her amusement wasn’t worth the potential hit to their blissful afterglow. She gave Willa’s pussy one final kiss, then carefully withdrew her thumb from inside so Willa could ease off her face. But when Willa started to collapse at her side, Rae caught her by the wrist and shook her head. “Where are you going?”

  Willa poked out her lower lip in a mock pout. “You’re not really expecting six more orgasms, are you?”

  Rae laughed. She didn’t, actually, but hoped Willa wasn’t ready to stop yet. “How about one more? Maybe two?”

  Willa huffed an impish, long-suffering sigh. “Oh, all right.”

  Rae sat up and tickled Willa’s side, zeroing in on a particularly vulnerable spot she’d discovered early in their relationship. “Poor baby.”

  “Yeah!” Willa quivered with laughter, and twisted away. “Yeah, poor me.”

  “You just hate it when I touch your pussy,” Rae murmured, bringing her mouth to Willa’s ear and her hand back between her legs. She cradled Willa’s mound with her palm and squeezed. Kissing Willa’s jaw, she rubbed broad circles over the soaked curls but made no attempt to venture deeper inside. “Don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Willa whispered, halfheartedly this time. She opened her legs, perhaps unconsciously, and lifted her hips. “Stop it.”

  Rae snorted, amused by the lack of conviction in Willa’s performance. With an air of mischief, she pulled her hand away. “All right. If that’s what you want.”

  Willa’s eyebrows knitted together, betraying her disappointment at the sudden turn of events. She licked her lips, clearly working through how to incorporate Rae’s gambit into their light role-play, then darted her gaze to the locked door. “It’s just…aren’t you afraid your folks will hear us?”

  Rae smiled broadly. So Willa wanted to pretend that they really were kids again. Game for anything, she replied, “Nah, they’re cool.”

  Willa shot her a skeptical frown, covering her naked breasts with her arm and bare pussy with her hand bashfully, as though Rae hadn’t long since memorized every square inch of her body. “That cool? I mean, I know we’re in college and everything, but…” She dropped her gaze to the sheets, lashes fluttering, still hiding her nudity. “Have you brought lots of girls home? Is that how you know they’re cool?”

  Easily inhabiting the character Willa had sketched out, Rae said, “Actually, I’ve never had a girl in my bedroom before. You’re the first.”

  Willa lifted her eyes, still wearing an expression of mild disbelief. “But you have fucked a girl, right?” Her lips quirked into a tentative smile. “You told me…” She paused, then swallowed, every inch the actress. “You said you’d teach me, remember?”

  “I want to,” Rae said, which was the absolute truth. Willa’s faux innocence was an incredible turn-on, helping her dive eagerly into the developing scene. “Honestly, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience, either, but I have watched some movies and read a ton of dirty stories. I can show you how. That’s what I was trying to do, actually, when you asked me to stop.”

  Willa bit her lip, a perfect facsimile of young, virginal uncertainty. “I know. I think I just…got nervous.”

  “Listen, don’t worry. We won’t get busted.” Rae scooted closer, but Willa continued to shield her nudity with her hands. “Is something else the matter?”

  Nodding, Willa made momentary eye contact, breaking character to flash a deeply familiar smile. Falling immediately back into her role, she lifted one shoulder, as though uncertain about her uncertainty. “No.”

  “Did it feel good when I touched your pussy?”

  Willa nodded, smiling at the sheets.

  “But no one has ever done that before?”

  Willa shrugged and nodded at the same time. “But now that I’m turning twenty-one in a few days…”

  Rae smiled internally at that detail. Willa had lost her virginity a few days shy of her twenty-first birthday in a casual romp with a girl she barely knew, who’d never spoken to her again. When she met Rae one ye
ar and one brief relationship later, she’d confessed that she’d done it that way both to reach what she’d felt, at the time, was an important milestone before she hit drinking age, but more importantly, to confirm the lesbianism she suspected but needed verification to mentally accept. Although Willa insisted that she didn’t exactly regret her initial foray into partnered sex, Rae knew she sometimes wished she’d had a more meaningful first time. With that in mind, Rae stared deeply into Willa’s wide eyes. “You know I really like you, right?”

  Willa managed to blush, either because she was thoroughly in character or else because she realized that Rae had picked up on her reason for choosing this particular fantasy. “I hope so.”

  Their own first time together had been beautiful, though not nearly as satisfying as the sex they’d honed in the years since. Neither of them had been virgins during their initial encounter, so it excited Rae to imagine what it might have been like to be each other’s introduction to sexual intimacy. Drawing from her own cheeky, adolescent forays into her father’s hidden porn stash and the lesbian erotica she’d discovered on the Internet during college, she cast herself in the role of a horny coed with boundless sexual knowledge but little practical experience. “I do, Willa. Like you, like you…so much. If you don’t want to do this yet, we can wait. I can wait.”

  Willa frowned, then eased into a hesitant smile. “I’m not sure I want to wait…”

  “Well…” Rae gestured at her own naked body, then at Willa’s half-obscured form. “Why don’t you start by letting me look at you?”

  Tipping her head, Willa slowly lowered the arm that covered her breasts. Then she removed the hand from in front of her pussy, never taking her eyes off the sheets. “All right.”

  Rae studied Willa’s nudity as though she’d never before had the privilege. She stared at the heavy, large-nippled breasts, wondering how it would feel to be the first person to ever suck one. She pondered how another woman might taste, how Willa’s pussy would look up close, and whether she’d allow Rae to work a finger or two inside, like she’d seen in those porn films. Above all, she prayed she would be able to make Willa come, because she really did like this girl, and she didn’t want this to be their last time as well as their first. Sliding her reverent gaze up the length of Willa’s curves to meet the limpid eyes that looked back, Rae murmured, “You’re perfect.”