“Wha—” But before I can say anything else, she’s sucking on my nipples, making shivers run down my spine. She leaves a trail of kisses from my chest to the folds between my legs.

I’m writhing now, breathless moans coming out of my mouth as her tongue swirls and licks at my clit.

“You always taste so good,” Celeste says as she readjusts her grip on my hips.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Celeste inserts a finger into me, then two, keeping pace with the flicks of her tongue. All the pleasure that’s built up inside me explodes into my release. When I catch my breath, an idea pops into my head. It’s not something I’m super confident about doing, but I want to try it, regardless.

My voice comes out in a whisper when I say, “Celeste, I want to taste you.”

29: Celeste

Celeste blinks up at Gemma, her thoughts whirring as she processes her words. “You do?”

“Yeah. I never got the chance before we…” Gemma trails off and bites her lip, and Celeste’s heart beats faster from how adorable she looks. “I’ve always wanted to, but back in college, I was too intimidated to try. And if I’m being honest, I’m still scared. Fingers, I could figure out. But my mouth? I don’t know.”

Celeste gently kisses Gemma on her forehead. “Why don’t you just try it, then? If you want me to, I can let you know how you’re doing and guide you through it.”

Gemma’s eyes widen, her breaths noticeably quickening.

“I don’t expect you to be amazing, Gem,” Celeste reassures her. “So don’t worry. And I really do want this. Just talking about it is making me wet again.”

A smile finally returns to Gemma’s lips. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

At first, she’s too eager, the movements of her tongue rough and hard.

“Easy,” Celeste hisses, gently running her fingers through Gemma’s long hair before gathering it up with her hands. “Try a bit less pressure. Also, next time, we should have a hair tie ready for you.”

Gemma nods before slowly resuming her licking, more gently this time as she starts flicking her tongue up and down from Celeste’s entrance to her clit.

Celeste gasps. Gemma is catching on. Slowly but surely.

It takes a few more experimental licks in various directions and instructions from Celeste, but all the waiting and guidance proves worth it when Gemma finally figures it out. Hot, delicious warmth builds up inside Celeste, and she can barely think straight when Gemma adds her fingers into the mix.

“Gem,” Celeste pants. “Gem, that’s it. Right there. I’m going to—”

She cries out, and Gemma eagerly laps at her wetness.

“You taste so good,” she says. “Holy shit. It’s better than I imagined it’d be.”