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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

VICTORIA

I listen to the soft hum of the city outside the windows as I pet Elena’s hair. We’re lying naked on the couch—my head leaning against the armrest and hers on my upper thigh. She shifts slightly, lifting her head when I brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

We’ve spent the day reconnecting—physically and emotionally. Both of us are exhausted, but when her eyes meet mine, I can’t deny my desire to have her fingers lingering on my skin again. I’ve missed her— this— more than I realized.

Lifting her up my body, her nipples teasingly dust over my skin. “I fucking love you,” I mutter and press my lips to hers. It’s slow and gentle, quickly deepening like it always does—our love and unbridled need for each other pouring into this simple act.

I slide my hand up her my back, and my fingers thread into her hair as I pull her closer. She responds, pulling at my waist to eliminate any distance between us. Maybe I just never noticed it before… I might be her Domme, but my sweet girl has been in control of me this whole time. I live to give her what she needs.

When we break our embrace, we’re both breathless and panting. Tightening my hold in her hair, I hoarsely whisper, “I need you.”

Yes, again.

“Yes, Madame.” Her voice is steady, but her eyes match my urgency.

“I liked you on your knees earlier, sweet girl.” I brush my lips over hers and loosen my grip of her black locks. “Kneel for me.” Without hesitation, Elena pushes herself from my body and climbs from the couch. She drops to her knees, her soft stomach resting lightly on her upper thighs and her ample tits pressed between her arms. Fuck…

Sitting up, I turn on the couch to face her. I lift my right leg while staring into her gorgeous dark eyes, and slowly, I drag my foot over her thigh and plant my toes beside her knee. I repeat the motion with my other leg, leaving me spread wide and on display for her as I watch her eyes grow ravenous.

“I want your face buried in my cunt.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her to look at me while pulling her onto her knees and between my thighs. “Your tongue licking over my clit until I’m coming all over your face. And you’re going to do it staring into my eyes so I can see how much you love having my cum on your tongue.”

She eagerly nods, barely mustering a response. “Yes, Madame. Please.”

Her tongue darts out, and she flicks the firm tip over my clit. She licks through my pussy at a slow torturous pace. Her gaze not breaking from mine, she does it again and again—dragging the warm, wet flat of her tongue through me. She licks through me again and places a soft wet kiss around my clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” I pant as her hands slide up my body. Cupping both my breasts, she kneads at them as she continues to delicately lick and suck at my pussy. Every swipe of her tongue works to pull my release from me.

I feel the rapid pounding of my heart as I squeeze my hand over hers. Using her whole body for momentum, she fucks me with her face. “Mmmmm,” she groans into me as her tongue swirls over my soft skin, and the vibrations nearly do me in.

Making an O with her mouth, she encircles my clit and sucks ever so lightly. The subtle pressure has me on edge. An edge I barely cling to when she flicks her tongue over my clit between the soft bouts of suction.

My hips lift from the couch, needing to meet her tender touch. But she holds fast and maintains her gentle pressure and slow pace. My sweet girl is teasing me. “Be a good girl and make me come,” I instruct, lacing my fingers through her hair and pushing her round face firmly into me.

She gives me exactly what I’m asking for, licking at sucking with firm precision. Holding her against me, I grind against her face until my thighs begin to quiver. Elena sucks my clit into her mouth and massages the tight swollen bundle of nerves with her tongue, and it’s my undoing. I fist the couch behind my head, pulling at it as I dig my toes into the hardwood floor when the release building in my core fires through me. I come so hard that my whole body lifts from the couch, but she doesn’t stop. She continues to drag her tongue up the length of my pussy—every swipe trembling through my body like an aftershock.

I pull her onto the couch with me, until she’s straddling my splayed legs. “Hands on the couch, sweet girl,” I pant, licking between the swell of her heaving tits dangling in my face. Dragging my tongue over her breasts and around her tight pink nipples, I press my hand beneath her thighs and run my fingers through her pussy. “You’re soaked.”

She’s fucking dripping with need. Coating my fingers in her arousal, I rub them over and around her clit. She grinds over them, riding my hand as I suck and tease her breasts. Her hips work hard and fast, demanding that I make her come. A demand she might regret when I refuse to stop.

“You can do it,” I urge. “Come all over my hand like the needy girl you are.”

Her grip tightens on the back of the couch, burying me in her heaving bosom as she cries out from the pleasure of her first orgasm.