Page 42 of October (New Orleans #10)

“W hat about this one?” Finley asked her.

“Tried it once. No joy,” Molly replied as she ran a hand through Finley’s sex-mussed hair.

“It has ridges. Those are nice sometimes,” Finley said and dropped the toy back on the bed. “This one?”

“Fin, the answer to your questions will be that I tried it, and it didn’t do anything for me. You can go through each one and ask if you want, but that’s the truth.”

“I know. I’m just looking for the one that maybe got you the closest,” Finley replied and picked up a purple dildo that Molly had bought a few years ago.

Molly shook her head.

“This one?” Finley asked, lifting up a smaller blue one.

Molly laughed a little and replied, “That one was better than most, I think. But why are you so curious?”

“I thought we could try it with me holding it for you this time. Maybe that makes a difference.”

“Why wouldn’t you just wear it?”

“Because my harness is at home. Do you want to get dressed and go to my place?”

“We can go to your place. You’ve stayed at mine twice now. But I have a harness. It’s in there.”

“You have a–” Finley looked surprised and stood back up, rooting through the drawer filled with hundreds of dollars in sex toys. “Why do you have this if you–”

“It came with one of them .” Molly pointed at the ten or so toys now littering her bed. “I’ve never worn it or had anyone wear it for me.”

“Can I?” Finley asked, her eyes darker now.

“Now?”

Finley nodded and said, “We don’t have to. I can wait. I just… I didn’t know you had this, and now that I know you do, I want to use it.”

“We fell asleep last night without me getting to touch you,” Molly said.

“You touched me. I had two orgasms.”

“You know what I mean,” Molly said.

“Babe, we were exhausted. We didn’t get any sleep the night before and had a rough start to our Saturdays because of it. I needed to sleep. You made me come so hard; I could pass out.”

“I know.” Molly laughed. “I was there, watching your eyes close as you muttered something under your breath.”

“I think I said to give me five minutes, and I’d be ready for the next round.”

Molly smiled up at Finley, who was standing in her bedroom naked, holding a harness in her hands.

They’d passed out on each other because Molly hadn’t been awake for more than ten minutes after Finley had gone to sleep.

She had lain there and stared at the naked woman in her bed, thinking about how Finley was here, and she was hers now.

They were each other’s, and that was a miracle to Molly, who could still remember watching Finley and India walk down the office hallways, smiling and laughing at one another, when Molly never understood how they worked as a couple.

Molly had woken up first and had gone to the bathroom around six in the morning.

Finley had slept for another few hours, waking up only at nine when Molly had begun rubbing her back to see if she wanted breakfast. And she had wanted breakfast. It just hadn’t been food.

Finley had wanted Molly again. Molly had wanted to brush her teeth.

Somehow, they had ended up with her in the bathroom, doing just that, and with Finley pulling out various toys and putting them on the bed in an attempt to learn which one had gotten Molly the closest to an orgasm.

“I don’t know, Fin,” she replied. “I thought I would wake you up by going down on you, and now, you’re standing there with a harness in your hands.”

“You were going to wake me up like that? That was an option, and I ruined it?”

Molly laughed a little and said, “You didn’t ruin it. It’s still very much an option. I want to taste you, Finley. Now actually. I might not be–”

“Nope. Stop that,” Finley interrupted and dropped the harness on the bed before she climbed on top of Molly. “I’ll come, Molls. I woke up so horny and ready for you. I’ll come if you just touch me, I swear.” She hovered over Molly and leaned down to kiss her.

Molly tapped her on the ass as their kiss continued, and Finley broke it to roll onto her back.

Molly was nervous. She hadn’t done this in a while, and she wasn’t sure she had ever been particularly good at it, but she was tired of letting those thoughts get in the way of what she wanted.

What she really wanted right now was to make her girlfriend come with her mouth, so she kissed Finley’s neck before she moved down to the nipples that she still hadn’t tasted.

When she took one in her mouth, Finley gasped, and it was clear that they were incredibly sensitive.

Molly played with the other one as she continued to suck and lick, using her teeth a bit.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll come,” Finley told her.

“I want you to come,” she replied.

“But you said you wanted to go down on me.”

And the way Finley said it got Molly to smirk against her nipple. Finley wanted her. She wanted her mouth on her. Finley wanted Molly to make her come over and over again, and that was something she was finally ready to believe.

“Do you need that first, or can I maybe see if you can come like this?”

“Later. Nipples later. I need your mouth, baby,” Finley replied with that need in her tone as Molly lowered until she settled between Finley’s legs and breathed her in.

“You’re already wet,” she said when she spread Finley’s lower lips and stared at her sex.

“I told you, I woke up ready for you, Molls.”

Finley ran a hand through Molly’s hair, and when Molly ran her index finger over Finley’s clit, Finley shuddered.

“Fuck, babe.”

Finley’s hips jerked at the second stroke.

“You’re hard.”

“Yes,” Finley said on a gasp. “I’ll come fast.”

“You don’t have to. You can take your time. I plan to.”

“What? No, I’m ready now. You can–”

Finley looked to be close to begging, and Molly smiled up at her.

That was it. That was the thing she needed that told her that she could be good enough.

Finley Storm underneath her in her bed, practically begging Molly to make her come, was, for some reason, what Molly had needed to know that Finley would come for her.

She’d help Molly get her there by talking her through what she wanted if that was what it took, and Molly understood now that that was okay.

She lowered her mouth and took Finley, sucking hard on her clit.

And, as promised, it didn’t take long.

“God, yes,” Finley moaned, gripping the back of her head. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

It was too fast. It was seconds, really. Molly hadn’t had nearly enough time to enjoy tasting her. She wanted more, so as Finley’s hips jerked, she kept sucking.

“Babe, I came,” Finley added.

Molly sucked gently for another moment before she stopped and looked up at her.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” Finley asked as she tried to catch her breath.

“You came that fast because you woke up ready, but tell me what you really like so that I can do it again.”

“Oh,” Finley said, and her mouth stayed in the little O shape for a second before she licked her lips. “Pull on it with your lips.”

“Tug on it?”

Finley nodded and said, “I like that a lot.”

“What else?”

“Your tongue. Put it inside me.”

Molly knew her own eyes had to be darkening now because that might have been the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her. She lowered her mouth and pulled a little on Finley clit, testing how much she could take.

“Yes,” Finley said. “Just like that. Over and over.”

Molly did as requested and pulled on Finley’s clit with her lips, offering little flicks with her tongue until Finley gripped the back of her head again and pushed Molly down into her, telling her silently that she wanted more.

Molly tugged a little harder, earning a gasp.

Then, she lowered her mouth, gripped the outside of Finley’s thighs, and lifted her a bit.

She pushed her tongue inside and moved it in and out.

“Fuck, Molls,” Finley let out, and Molly hadn’t realized Finley used swear words so much.

Then again, it might only be in the bedroom that they came pouring out of her mouth.

“My clit, baby. My clit,” Finley said after Molly thrust inside with her tongue a few more times.

Molly moved back up and sucked hard until Finley was a mess of gasps and moans beneath her, with hips thrusting wildly into Molly’s face. When her quakes finally subsided, Molly slowed and then stopped.

“I think I…” Finley couldn’t finish her sentence, which was something Molly was more known for.

“You what?” she asked and kissed Finley’s clit.

“Molls, we need to change the sheets.”

Molly wasn’t sure what she meant until she pulled back a bit and looked down. There was a wet spot the size of her hand on her sheets.

“I think I… Well, I know I can feel it under my ass, so I assume you can… see it. Did I?”

“You came all over my sheets?” Molly asked, knowing the answer because she was staring at the evidence. “Jesus, that’s so hot,” she added before she climbed up Finley’s body and kissed her. “I made you do that?”

“Yes,” Finley replied with a smile. “It was so fucking good, Molly.”

“God, I want–” she stopped and sat up to straddle Finley’s hips. “I want everything with you.”

Finley smiled up at her and asked, “Really? Everything?”

Molly nodded.

“Will you let me get ready for you, then?”

“Get ready? What–” Molly realized what Finley meant mid-sentence. “Yes.”

Finley smirked, and it was so hot, Molly almost rubbed against her stomach, thinking that might make her come.

Instead, she moved off Finley and watched her as Finley stood and quickly slipped the unused harness over her hips, tightening it because she was smaller in that department, and Molly loved that about her.

When Finley stared down at the bed and the assortment of dildos she had left out, Molly grabbed the blue one and handed it to her.

Finley smiled and inserted it into the harness.

“Lube?”

“You won’t need it,” Molly replied.

“It’s better with it,” Finley suggested.

“Okay. Well, I have some. These little packets of it. It was free with purchase.”