Page 46 of October (New Orleans #10)

Molly lowered her mouth to Finley’s sex and began sucking, not wanting to waste any time.

“Oh, fuck,” Finley said and moved her hands behind Molly’s head.

Molly had learned now how to touch her, how to suck on her and lick her, flick her, and move inside her to make her come.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken her all that long.

Finley usually came very fast and was ready for a second one not long after that.

Molly wasn’t sure if it was because she was that good or because Finley’s body just worked that way.

She chose to believe it was because Finley’s body responded to her, and Molly was made to make love to this woman.

“Fifteen seconds, and it’s third down on the three-yard line.”

“Oh, it’s more than third down here,” Finley said. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop.”

Molly tugged on Finley’s clit, gripping Finley’s ass in her hands and pushing Finley into her mouth more. She moaned when Finley’s hips started to rock against her face because she knew what would happen next.

“Touchdown, Saints!”

“Yes! Yes!”

Finley came hard and continued rocking as Molly continued to suck before slowing and then stopping altogether. Molly licked her lips and looked up at Finley, who looked thoroughly satisfied.

“Go, put it on,” she said.

“Okay. Yeah. Sure,” Finley replied and walked toward the bedroom, looking a little wobbly on her feet.

Molly smirked and stood up. She pulled off her shirt and bra, removed her jeans and panties, and turned toward the TV just in time to see the kicker tie up the game, which would now be headed to overtime.

Normally, Molly would be glued to her seat, waiting for the extra period, but she walked into the bedroom instead to see Finley strapped on and ready for her in bed.

They’d tried this twice before, and Molly hadn’t come inside yet.

She knew it didn’t matter, though, because Finley loved sharing this with her, and Molly loved watching Finley in her element.

As Finley ran her hand up and down the blue dildo, adding lube to it in preparation for her, Molly felt that little bit of anxiety because she really did want to come like this.

She’d always wanted to come like this. It was why she’d bought so many toys.

It wasn’t a question of Finley’s fingers not being enough.

Her fingers had made Molly come every single time now, a modern miracle in Molly’s opinion.

Molly had always wanted a woman like Finley – a butch, for lack of another word that she could think of right now – to strap on and make her come, so she climbed onto the bed and moved until her sex was over Finley’s stomach as she straddled her.

“It’s okay if it doesn’t happen this time, too,” Finley told her.

“I know,” she replied, massaging Finley’s breasts. “I get it now.”

“Get what?”

Molly lifted herself and moved over the dildo, letting it slip inside just a little.

“Making love.”

She lowered herself a bit more, and Finley gasped.

“It’s about you and me right now.”

“Yes,” Finley said, watching Molly slip down over the dildo.

“And you only want me to feel good.”

“Yes,” Finley repeated.

“You want me to come because it makes me feel good, not because it’s about you.”

“Yes, baby,” Finley said as Molly lifted up on the toy.

“I get it now.”

“I’m glad,” Finley replied, watching the toy disappear inside Molly again.

“Me too,” she said.

Molly hadn’t found out if the Saints had won the game for another three hours.

She had had her first orgasm inside with a dildo, quickly followed by her second as Finley had climbed on top and moved inside her.

She had made Finley come with her fingers and her mouth, and Finley had pushed two fingers inside Molly after that, bringing her to another orgasm that had been even better than the first two.

“Molls?” Finley asked as they lay in bed, with Echo at their feet and Wells in her bed by the window.

“Hmm?” she asked back, already half-asleep.

“Is it too soon to say it?”

Molly’s eyes shot open, her heart raced against Finley’s naked chest, and she felt her cheeks flush.

But there was something that didn’t happen in that moment.

Her thoughts were settled. She wasn’t worried.

She wasn’t scared. She smiled because she knew that this was right.

She was exactly where she belonged and with the woman she’d always belonged with.

“Say what?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“That the Saints are going to win the Super Bowl this year,” Finley replied.

Molly shook her head against Finley’s chest because that was not what Molly thought Finley was going to say.

“What?” Finley asked her, laughing. “I’m superstitious. I don’t want to jinx it.”

“I love you, too,” Molly said and kissed Finley’s breast.

Finley stopped laughing, but Molly didn’t worry. When Finley kissed the top of her head and started playing with her hair, Molly knew it was okay.

“Good,” Finley said after another minute. “That’s… really good.” Her arm wrapped Molly up more tightly. “I mean, that’s not–” Finley sighed. “I should’ve said–” She kissed Molly’s forehead. “I love you, too.”