Page 33 of October (New Orleans #10)

W hat had happened? They had been talking outside the bar about sex, and Molly had been mid-confession about why she thought they should wait just a little bit longer because she had some insecurities in this department.

They had gone inside the bar, chatted with friends, and it really had felt like a nice double date where they would hang out for a couple of hours and then Finley would take her home.

Molly had even planned on asking her to come inside and help her unpack all the dog supplies they’d bought, and after that, she would’ve asked her to stay the night because she was at least ready for that.

Ava had been there, too, and Molly had needed to talk to her.

That had been especially true because Finley had been staring daggers at the woman from across the bar, which had gotten Molly turned on immediately.

She had spoken to Ava, and it had been a surprisingly good conversation, with Ava forgiving her after Molly had told her about Finley and how she’d always liked her and never thought it would happen.

Ava had been more than understanding, and Molly had invited her to their booth because Ava had had yet another disappointing first date and seemed to need some cheering up.

When Molly had returned to the table, though, jealous Finley had been amped all the way up, and Molly had gotten even more turned on.

She knew she shouldn’t be. She knew she should have calmed her body down by going to the bathroom and splashing freezing cold water on her face.

She should have returned to the table and kissed Finley on the lips, giving her a quick, reassuring smile, and that would have been enough to make Finley realize that Molly was happy to be there with her and didn’t want to be there with Ava.

In fact, she and Ava had talked about that at the bar, and Molly should’ve told Finley that before Ava had joined them, but she hadn’t.

Instead, she had let Finley boil a little because…

well, it was hot. It was also something she’d never thought she would have: Finley Storm jealous because Molly had gone out once with another woman before they’d even started this thing between them.

Molly hadn’t done any of the things she was supposed to, and as a result, they were now inside Molly’s apartment, and Finley’s lips were on her neck.

Molly was pressed against the back of the front door, and she could only brace herself for Finley’s touch.

She knew that she wanted this. Her body was tense and ready for release.

She was wet and swollen and needed to be touched, but her heart was also ready for this.

Even if Juliet thought she wasn’t in love with Finley all this time because she hadn’t known her well, Molly had felt it.

She had felt an intense pull toward someone who had someone else, and she always had.

Her heart was ready to be touched and to touch this woman.

It was her brain that kept arguing with her.

As Finley moved her lips back to Molly’s, Molly’s brain kept inserting thoughts that she tried to push back out.

“You’re not good at this,” it said. “You know you won’t be able to make her come how India did.

That woman probably knows all the moves Finley likes.

She probably knows all the positions in the Kama Sutra.

Hell, she probably invented some of them.

You don’t know any of them. You’ve never even read that book. ”

Then, her brain played devil’s advocate with itself.

“Finley doesn’t need special moves. She wants this, too. She’s the one kissing you right now, and her thigh just went between your legs. You should’ve worn a dress tonight. You’d already be getting off and on your way to touching her.”

“Hey,” Finley said, and it was only then Molly realized that she was no longer being kissed. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah. I’m good. Sorry.”

Her arms moved around Finley’s neck, and she smiled. It was a real smile, too, despite the thoughts bouncing around her head because she was here with Finley, and Finley was smiling back at her.

“Bedroom, maybe?” she suggested.

“Are you sure?” Finley asked.

“I’m sure,” she said.

And she was. She was sure that she wanted this woman.

She just wasn’t certain that she was ready for being a disappointment, but she wasn’t sure that feeling would ever go away, no matter how long they waited.

So, as Finley pulled her toward her own bedroom, Molly decided that she would do the best she could tonight.

She wouldn’t think about India. She wouldn’t compare herself to any of Finley’s other lovers, whom she knew nothing about.

“Molls?”

“Yeah?”

“Babe, are you here right now?”

Molly looked around and found herself lying in bed.

She had no idea how she’d gotten there, but Finley was on top of her.

They were mostly still clothed, but Finley was in a sports bra.

She’d missed Finley taking off her damn shirt.

How had she missed that? Molly’s hands went to Finley’s back, and she rubbed up and down.

“I’m here,” she said with a smile. “I’m here.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t–”

“No, I want to,” she said, meaning it. Then, she moved to sit up a bit, lifted her arms, and added, “I want this, Fin.”

Finley reached for her shirt and pulled it off, revealing Molly’s basic white bra, and Molly’s brain had some thoughts even on that.

She had bought this thing at Target for twenty bucks, when India probably had two-hundred-and-twenty-dollar bras and one for every day of the year.

Maybe they were even more expensive than that.

Molly didn’t know because she’d only ever bought one bra at Victoria’s Secret for eighty dollars, and that had been way too much for her to spend on something to hold her boobs up.

Finley looked down and smiled as if she didn’t mind at all that Molly’s bra had a small tear in one of the straps that was probably about to rip one day, leaving Molly with her breast hanging out, and it would probably happen while at work in an important meeting and likely, when Molly would be wearing a white blouse and doing a presentation.

Then, Finley reached behind Molly and unclasped the bra, which was a relief.

Her breasts felt heavy and begged to be let out.

When the bra was removed, though, Molly covered them because she hadn’t thought that far ahead.

They were going to have sex. She’d be naked in front of Finley for the first time if they did that.

“You’re beautiful,” Finley said and placed her hand on Molly’s arm, lowering it slowly. “Molls, you’re so beautiful, and you have no idea, which makes you even more beautiful to me.”

When Finley managed to get her arms to lower, Molly moved to lie back again and let Finley kiss her slowly as she ran her hands over her back.

Finley’s bra was still in the way, though, and Finley must have realized that Molly needed it gone because she sat up and yanked it over her head, revealing her small, perfect breasts.

Finley Storm was exactly her type. This woman was sexy and nerdy at the same time.

She was androgenous in some ways, but was still all woman, and Molly wanted to touch her everywhere, but those thoughts that she’d promised herself she would push away were re-entering her mind and causing her to tense up and not move her hands to the breasts she’d dreamed of touching for years.

Finley’s lips moved to Molly’s breasts, though, and she kissed around them before she sucked on one nipple and then the other.

Molly’s hips lifted on her own, and Finley’s hand undid her button and zipper.

Molly thought she would slip inside her jeans right after, but Finley continued to lavish her swollen breasts with attention.

She wasn’t sure how long Finley had stayed there, sucking and nibbling, making her nipples hard and softening them with strokes of her tongue before she would suck them into hard points again, but then, finally, Finley’s hands moved to Molly’s jeans, and she pulled them down to Molly’s thighs before her hands stopped moving.

“Oh, shit. You still have your–” Finley laughed. “Your shoes on.”

“Oh,” Molly said.

Finley stood up and pulled off her shoes and socks for her, leaving her in only jeans that were at her knees now and her white bikinis that likely showed Finley just how turned on she was for her.

Molly wasn’t sure what expression showed on her face, but Finley nodded and lowered her own jeans and her boy shorts until she stood there, in front of Molly’s bed, naked.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and Molly wasn’t worthy.

Slowly, Finley helped her with her bikinis and climbed back on top of her, settling between Molly’s spread thighs.

She moaned when she kissed Molly then, and Molly ran her hands over Finley’s back again, needing that kind of touch to ground her in this moment because Finley was rocking into her, and it was happening.

They were doing this. After all this time, Molly was pressed against the woman she had always wanted, and they fit together perfectly.

When Finley started breathing harder, and Molly could feel Finley’s wetness against her own, she realized that Finley might want them to come this way first. There would be no hands, no mouths, just the two of them rocking against one another.

Molly was wetter than she’d ever been, and her clit was hard and so ready that it hurt, but as Finley continued to move against her, Molly just couldn’t seem to get her mind to focus on how good this all felt.

Finley’s hand did move between them then, but instead of stroking Molly, she merely opened her, and when Molly felt Finley’s hand move again, elsewhere, she realized it was because Finley had opened her own lower lips and now, their clits were pressed together, which Molly had never done with another woman.

“God, Molls… You feel so good,” Finley said as she rocked, grunting and moaning into her mouth.

“You too.”

That was all Molly could manage. She pressed her hands to Finley’s ass and pushed it down, giving Finley more pressure to work with.

“So good,” Finley told her, rocking harder and faster. “You’re so sexy, baby.”

Molly wondered if she really was all that sexy.

She certainly didn’t see it. She also couldn’t feel it, the it she thought for certain she’d feel the first time they’d do this after all her years of wanting.

No orgasm was building within her. There was no tingling in her toes and fingertips.

Her body wasn’t on fire how it had always been in her fantasies. She wasn’t going to come from this.

“That’s okay,” her brain said. “She can come. You can come next time. You can show her how to touch you. This is for her.” Then, it added, “But why can’t you come like this?

The sexiest woman in the world is sliding against you, and your clit is in pain, it’s so ready to come.

Just come already. Make sure she knows you want this and that she’s good at it because she’ll feel bad if you don’t. ”

“Molls, I’m–”

Molly decided that this was for Finley. She would just come later, and it would be fine.

Finley was rocking erratically above her now, and their bodies were still connected, but their clits were no longer seemingly locked in an embrace.

“Babe, I’m–” Finley started and stopped again.

Molly figured it out then that Finley was waiting for her to say something, maybe even do something.

“Yes, me too,” she lied.

She lifted her hips and lowered them over and over again, letting out a few moans, hoping they were convincing.

Finley’s face got scrunched up a bit. Her eyes were closed.

Her mouth was open. Molly watched her and thought that she was so beautiful when she came; she forgot that she was supposed to be coming , too.

She let out one more soft moan before dropping her hips to the bed for the final time, and Finley collapsed on top of her.

Molly held her tightly to her body, never wanting to let her go.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Finley said.

“ You can’t believe it?”

Finley chuckled against Molly’s neck and said, “I want you again.”

“Already?” Molly asked.

“Yes. Now,” Finley replied.

Her hand slipped between them, and she lifted herself.

She found Molly’s clit with her fingers and began to stroke.

Her lips met Molly’s, and Molly tried to focus on how good it felt to have Finley touch her, but she couldn’t.

Her clit was too sore now. It ached to come but also screamed that this was too much, making Molly think that sometimes, she hated the female body.

She wanted to come ten times tonight. She wanted Finley to touch her over and over again, but because the one part of her body that existed solely for pleasure was too hard and swollen from wanting that pleasure, she knew she wouldn’t come; at least, not right now.

She didn’t know what to do because Finley was amazing.

Finley was kissing her neck again and whispering how beautiful Molly was into her ear.

This was everything she had always fantasized about.

Why couldn’t she just come like a normal person?

Why did she have to ruin their first time with her stupid brain?

“Babe?”

Molly opened her eyes to see Finley staring down at her in concern.

“Is it not–” She looked down between them. “Do you want something else?”

“What? No. This is perfect,” she said, wishing that to be the truth. “Don’t stop.”

“Okay,” Finley said, but seemed to be in doubt.

Her strokes slowed before she built them back up to the pace she had had for the past several minutes, but Molly had worried so much about being able to take care of Finley that she hadn’t thought about the fact that she’d be too in her own head to come herself.

After another few minutes of stroking, Molly opened her mouth and let out a small moan, lifting her hips a bit and letting them fall back to the bed.

Finley slowed her strokes again and moved to lie next to her.

“Just give me a minute, and I’ll–” Molly began.

“It’s okay,” Finley interjected. “I’m okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m okay,” Finley repeated and looked utterly disappointed. “I’m actually a little tired.”

“You’re tired?” Molly asked, rolling onto her side now to face her. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“You already made me come once,” Finley said with a forced smile. “I’m okay for now. Maybe I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be ready again.”

“Oh, okay,” she replied. “Um… Yeah. I’ll just… clean up a little and come back to bed. Then, you can have the bathroom if you want.”

“Okay,” Finley said. “Sounds good.”

Molly slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where she turned on the faucet and tried to hold back her tears.