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Chapter Five

CJ had never been as turned on in her life as she was with Kenna under her hands. Her sweet flesh in her mouth.

Fuck .

As a service Top, whether in kink or just having sex, she didn’t always allow her partners to touch her. But this was Kenna. She knew her. She trusted her. And she fucking needed her.

CJ’s nipples were rock-hard, and she was dripping wet, her juices running down her thighs as Kenna came into her mouth, all over her hand. It was the hottest experience of her life.

“Babygirl, do you need a drink of water or anything?” she asked, her need to take care of her overriding even the intense, buzzing desire running through her veins, making her blood burn hot.

“Mmm, not yet. I’m good. So good. But CJ…?”

“Yeah, kitten?”

“Can I… Do I get to touch you? Do I get to make you come?”

CJ groaned. “Fuck, babygirl. Yeah. I need you so badly I can hardly stand it.”

Kenna sighed, her hands going to CJ’s naked thighs. “I’m still a little shaky, but I want to. I want to give you the same pleasure you give to me.”

“You don’t need to stand. Come on, baby. Make Daddy feel good,” she said, raising one leg and placing her foot on the bench next to Kenna.

Kenna grabbed her ass, her fingers digging in as she pulled CJ’s hips closer. The moment Kenna breathed onto her flesh, her body went tight all over with need—a need so exquisite it was almost painful.

“Come lick me, Kenna girl. But no penetration.”

“Yes, CJ,” she said, submission in her tone even as she was about to service her. “God, your pussy is so beautiful.”

There was awe in her voice, and it hit CJ like another shock of desire, shivers running up her spine.

“Come on, babygirl,” she said, her hand slipping behind Kenna’s head to guide her, bringing her closer until her kitten’s sweet mouth was only inches from her pulsing clit.

But Kenna paused, taking in a deep breath, then blowing her warm breath over her mound, the heat of it a lovely and excruciating tease.

She found herself trembling, waiting for Kenna to put her mouth on her.

It was a build-up of anticipation that had lasted years, and her mind didn’t know how to process it.

She’d felt some edge of it when she was touching Kenna, but now it was like a tide threatening to take her under.

Let it happen .

That wasn’t how she usually operated. She always maintained control to one degree or another. But this was different. Everything was different. Because it was her .

Fuck. Can’t wait.

She pulled Kenna closer, and taking her cue, Kenna leaned in and brushed her lips over CJ’s folds, sending a shiver through her, pleasure coiling deep inside her body.

“Ah, yeah,” she murmured.

She dug her fingers into Kenna’s damp hair, pulling her closer still. And Kenna, good girl that she was, let her tongue dart out, touching it to the tip of CJ’s clit.

“Ah, fuck, yeah.”

She held her head there, and Kenna used her fingers to massage her sensitive folds, and fucking god, CJ wanted her fingers inside her, wanted her to bury them deep and fuck her. But she didn’t let anyone do that.

Did she? Could she?

Not now .

She’d think that over later. Right now Kenna was tasting her clit, one slow lick after another, good little kitten that she was, lapping at her like a bowl of milk.

And it was driving her crazy, desire lighting her up inside, a gleaming, flickering light that burned hotter and hotter the longer Kenna licked her.

“Suck me, babygirl,” CJ commanded.

Kenna wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked her flesh into her hot mouth, and CJ groaned, then started to pant as Kenna kept sucking, her tongue playing over the sensitized tip. Need rushed through her, made her dizzy, and she had to fight to hold her climax back.

“Yeah, that’s it, kitten. Ah, yeah… just like that.”

She held Kenna’s head, her fingers buried in her long brown hair, and Kenna kept sucking, licking.

It turned into some sort of deliciously torturous dance: Kenna working her clit, the need to come rising, so hard and hot and high, and she fought it back, riding the waves, making herself edge for as long as she could.

When Kenna’s fingers slipped over the outer edges of her hole, sliding in her wetness, then sucked hard on her clit, CJ exploded, fireworks going off behind her closed eyes as pleasure swarmed her, took her over.

“Ahhhh! Babygirl, fuck…. fuuuuuuuuck!”

And to her surprise, Kenna didn’t stop, commanding her body as she kept sucking, going a bit easier this time, as if she knew how sensitive CJ would be right after coming.

And her fingers kept sliding in her wetness, playing at the edges of her hole.

And although she couldn’t find it in her to give Kenna permission to fuck her, she could barely think of anything else.

Need built and spiraled, and in mere moments she was coming again, lights flashing in her head, her body shaking as she cried out.

“Fuck, Kenna! Baby, baby, baby…”

She nearly collapsed when it was over, sinking to her knees on the shower floor as the warm water washed over her. Her arms went around Kenna’s waist, and Kenna leaned her cheek on CJ’s head.

They stayed that way for a while, until CJ realized her knees were getting sore, and she stood up, pulling Kenna with her. She wrapped her into her arms, holding on tight, and they stayed that way until the water began to cool.

“Come on; let me get you out of here.”

Kenna tried to protest when CJ insisted on drying her off first, but she shut that down real quick with a raised eyebrow.

There was no way she could not take care of her.

Kenna got into a pair of warm pajamas, and CJ borrowed a pair of gray sweats and a Brandi Carlile t-shirt from her, then they ordered some Thai food and ate it in bed.

Everything was so easy between them. No post-sex tension or doubts, which were so common among queer women. Maybe because they understood each other already, that this was something real, that it was inevitably real because it was them .

They spent hours sitting in Kenna’s comfortable bed, and they talked about everything. Music, food, favorite vacation spots. It turned out they both preferred the mountains to the beach, that visiting Japan was on their bucket lists, that they loved going to museums and aquariums.

“We have to get down to the aquarium in Monterey Bay,” CJ told her.

“Oh my god. I haven’t been in ages. I love to watch the baby otters there. The last time I was there I got this little stuffed otter…” She trailed off, her cheeks going pink.

“Kenna? You don’t have to feel self-conscious about anything with me, and certainly not that you like stuffies. I think it’s fucking adorable. I’ll buy you all the stuffed otters. Tell me, do you ever like to watch cartoons?”

“Um, sometimes. But what I really like are animated movies.”

“Disney movies?”

“Yes. The Little Mermaid is my favorite, but I also love Moana and Bambi . But my favorite is My Neighbor Totoro .”

“Ah, I love Miyazaki films,” CJ told her.

“You do?”

“Yeah. Spirited Away is my favorite, but I’ll watch Totoro with you any time. And Moana , too.”

“You will?” Kenna practically squealed.

“Whatever makes my little kitten happy,” she said, meaning every word as she stroked her soft cheek.

“Is that…” Kenna stopped, her brows drawing together. “Is that a Daddy thing?”

“Yeah, it is. But it’s also just a me-and-you thing.”

It hit her then that they were going to have to figure out how to negotiate this dynamic in the real world—that it was her job to navigate this for them—and she had a rush of nerves because it was Kenna , and this was really happening.

This was real. But she pulled Kenna into her arms and cuddled her, her warm body pressed close, and it helped to calm her down.

“You have to work tomorrow, babygirl?”

“Yep. I’m Monday through Friday, unless we have an adoption event on the weekend; I always work those. Do you have to work?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty much Monday through Friday, too, unless we have a really big project, or we’ve promised a client a quick turn-around, then I sometimes have to work on a weekend or later at night.”

Kenna was quiet for a few long moments, then she asked, her voice soft and low, “So, when can we see each other again?”

CJ pulled back to look into her green eyes, and saw the doubt there.

“Kenna girl, I want to see you. You don’t ever have to feel unsure with me.

Hell, where we are right now? I’ve been dreaming about this for seventeen years.

It’s gonna be hard as hell to let you out of my arms. I know we both have busy schedules, but we’ll figure it out.

I want that. You don’t have to be shy about wanting to see me.

I’m sure as hell not going to be shy about wanting to see you.

In fact, I need you to agree right now to tell me if you ever feel like I’m smothering you, because as your Daddy, it’s kinda my job to do that.

But communication is everything, and how transparent we are with each other now will set a precedent. Let’s make it a good one, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kenna said, then rested her head on CJ’s shoulder.

Her words, the sweet trust she was obviously putting in her, made CJ’s heart surge.

This was real. Finally. She was never going to take it for granted.

It had been a busy month for them both, but they’d spent the weekends together, and several nights each week at Kenna’s house, since CJ was in the middle of having new counters and appliances installed in her kitchen—plus, she had a surprise planned for when Kenna finally got to see her place.

She treasured every moment they had together, and each day brought them closer, in and out of their dynamic.