Page 38 of It’s Me, but Different
I tangle my fingers in her hair while she alternates from one nipple to the other, biting them gently, licking them, making circles around the areola, driving me crazy with desire.
She smiles, continuing her journey downward, covering my belly with kisses, the curve of my hips, my pubis… until she settles between my thighs, inhaling deeply.
She separates my folds with her fingers and stays still for a brief moment, as if admiring the wetness already accumulating in that area before kissing my sex.
“Get to work, because you can't imagine how aroused I am,” I order smiling, leaning on my elbows, and looking down.
“You've become bossy,” she sighs, sliding her tongue from bottom to top with a slowness that makes me tremble.
“Stop talking,” I beg between moans, letting myself fall on the pillow.
I gasp, tangling my fingers in her hair while she licks me slowly, as if eating the most delicious ice cream in the world.
“Sloane,” I sigh, feeling her mouth on my clit.
She places her hands on my hips, holding me tight while making circles with her tongue or sucking it between her lips. She stops briefly each time she notices I'm about to have an orgasm, to continue again until she makes me explode with pleasure.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I hiss, pulling her to position herself over me.
“Good?”
I can only nod weakly while catching my breath.
“Incredible.”
Sloane smiles, gently stroking my hair.
“I'm so glad to hear that,” she murmurs before kissing my lips.
We lie there for several minutes, simply giving and receiving caresses and affection. Filling ourselves with small kisses.
“Now it's your turn,” I remind her. “Well, only if you want, maybe you prefer to continue alone without me,” I joke.
“You've become an idiot, you know that?” she mutters, giving me an affectionate slap on the ass before opening my legs and sliding her sex over mine, covering it with her wetness.
I push upward, and we both find a rhythm that makes us scream with pleasure. Sloane moves harder and faster, and my clit is so sensitive right now that any minimal touch makes me tremble.
I feel tension growing again inside me, I dig my nails into her hips, closing my eyes and losing myself in a symphony of sensations and moans until I can't take anymore. I scream her name while having a wonderful orgasm that seems endless, because Sloane clings to my body, rubbing against my sex until she also reaches climax, letting herself fall on me, covered in sweat.
“That was unbelievable,” she confesses, brushing away a strand of hair stuck to my forehead.
“Better than unbelievable,” I nod, leaning into her palm.
“It drives me crazy how sensitive you are down there,” she admits, biting her lower lip.
“Don't sell yourself short, that's because you know what I need,” I assure her, sitting up slightly to kiss her forehead.
She snuggles next to me, placing her head in the hollow of my neck, and for a very long time, we simply enjoy the silence.
“I've missed you so much,” she admits, while I slide my nails down her back.
“Me too. Although you hurt me terribly eleven years ago. Literally, you broke my heart. You're aware of that, right?”
“Too aware,” she assures with a sigh.
“Do you think it could work?” I ask, leaning on my forearm to look into her eyes. “Because last time you destroyed me, and now it's not just me. It's also Ana Sofia and Theo. If this doesn't work… If this doesn't work, I don't want them to suffer.”
“It will work. This time it will, Esme. I'm still me, but different. And if you give me a second chance, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”