Part 16 (2/2)
Felicia resumed eating her salad as if she hadn't just knocked the breath out of Evie. The other couple left and Evie hardly noticed. She managed to swallow more of her lunch and they resumed their conversation about music. She had just begun to feel more normal again, and had decided her mind had just been playing tricks, when Felicia asked casually, ”What's your safe word?”
Evie choked on a mouthful of citrus rice. When she was able, she said, ”I don't have one.”
”We'll have to see about that.”
She said it, just like that, as if planning some kind of power s.e.x date was something one did over blue cheese and water crackers.
The server cleared their plates and offered dessert wine from the bar, but they both demurred.
”Zi is doing rehearsals for the talent show at the end of the week.” Felicia paused in the broad hallway that led to the shops. ”Our cabin is empty all afternoon. And we have a signal worked out.”
”I don't know what to say.” It was the literal truth. Evie wasn't indifferent to some casual s.e.x, but there was nothing casual about how she felt.
”Say 'Yes, Felicia.'” She moved closer and Evie realized her neck and shoulders were mottled red and her mouth looked swollen, as if it ached to be kissed. ”Say 'Yes, Felicia, take me back to your cabin and do anything you want to me.'”
Yes was trembling on the tip of Evie's tongue. She could taste it, all the slick, sweet, salt of that yes, the heaviness and ecstasy of that yes. It seemed stupid to think at that moment about what Hana would say if she knew her best buddy wanted in the worst way to get topped by an anything-but-forgettable femme, but she worried about it as she always had, and it was the one thing that had never let her get this close to yes before.
Felicia moved close enough that a deep breath would have brushed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against Evie's bare arm. ”I would really like to explore you, explore us. Besides, what happens on the high seas, stays on the high seas.”
It was the little joke, the sudden humor in Felicia's eyes that decided Evie. She didn't want a cold, detached experience with a woman intent on servicing or breaking her. Humor was warm, and making a joke, even a light one, was a gesture of vulnerability.
”Yes, Felicia,” Evie said, her tone thankfully even.
Felicia slipped an arm around her waist. The rest of the world became a blur of gold and beige. Into Evie's ear she whispered, ”Say the rest of it.”
Evie's tone was no longer steady as she added, ”Take me back to your cabin and do anything you want to me.” Her body flushed cold.
Felicia exhaled noisily and let go, but not before Evie felt her s.h.i.+ver. This wasn't one-sided, she realized, and that, too, was important.
Felicia's cabin was on the deck above the one she shared with Hana, but still an exact replica except for the small porthole between the two narrow beds. It let in filtered light that s.h.i.+fted as the s.h.i.+p rolled over the waves. Felicia closed the door then turned Evie to face her.
”I really think we should have a safe word.”
Felicia's hands were hot on Evie's cold shoulders. She was scared but she didn't want to stop. All her fantasies had been nothing like this. ”I don't have one. Really. I've never done this ...”
”I promise we're not going to do anything you don't want to. If things go well we can play harder or differently another day. But today...” She brushed her lips against Evie's. ”Today I'm going to enjoy your body. But there must be a safe word.”
”Honest,” Evie said. ”It's not that I want you to hurt me or anything. If I say ouch or wait or stop I mean it. I don't want to play like I'm not liking what you're doing.”
Felicia nodded, and if anything, she seemed relieved. She ran her hands over Evie's arms as if to warm them. ”Then for right now, I think those are excellent safe words. I will listen. If you say don't or not that or stop or anything like that I will hear you. I will stop. We might not be able to start again. And you must understand that if you don't say any of those things, I will a.s.sume you like what I'm doing. And I won't stop.”
Her heart pounding and her hands feeling like ice, Evie said, ”I understand.”
Felicia's hands moved quickly to her shoulders and she pushed Evie downward. For just a moment Evie resisted, not understanding.
”Get on your knees.” Felicia's voice had gone throaty and deep.
She decides. Evie sank quickly down. She didn't antic.i.p.ate Felicia's next move, but she was deeply pleased when Felicia pulled her face into the crotch of her shorts, the seam rubbing against her lips. Felicia smelled hot and wet, and the cold flush turned to molten desire as Evie imagined the shorts out of the way and Felicia rubbing her c.u.n.t all over Evie's face.
”Oh, I like your greedy mouth already.” Felicia worked her fingers into Evie's short hair and pulled her head back. She looked down into Evie's eyes and said softly, ”Are you okay with this?”
”Yes,” Evie gasped. ”I've always wanted this. Like this.”
”Pull down my shorts and panties.”
She found a side zipper and eagerly slipped her hands in to bare the lush, powerful hips. Felicia stepped out of the clothes, and Evie appreciated for the first time how lovely Felicia's legs were in sandals, especially naked. Curved lines of muscle swept up her calves to the firm fullness of parted thighs. Felicia lowered herself to the edge of the cabin's only chair and spread her legs wider. Evie had a scant moment to take in the beauty of Felicia's s.e.x before the hand in her hair tightened and she found her mouth full of wet, luscious c.u.n.t.
”Lick me,” Felicia ordered.
She didn't need to say it, Evie realized, but being told added to her soaring pulse. She pushed her tongue in, parted the ripples of skin, and sought out the delicious, slippery wetness inside. Felicia tasted wonderful, and she was very obviously aroused. At the first touch of Evie's tongue to her c.l.i.t, Felicia's legs jerked, but the hand in Evie's hair was unrelenting.
Felicia rubbed her c.u.n.t over Evie's face, and Evie again realized that this moment was nothing like her fantasy. Felicia was in control, which Evie realized meant she, Evie, had permission not to be. Permission to like whatever Felicia would do. Permission to enjoy s.e.x this way. All the other labels of who she was became irrelevant while Felicia controlled the moment.
To move lower and stay with the grinding rise and fall of Felicia's hips, Evie had to spread her knees apart and that, too, excited her. If not for her own shorts she thought she might have dripped on the floor. Sucking and licking, wors.h.i.+pping Felicia's c.u.n.t was the s.e.xiest, most erotic thing she'd ever done. Her whole life until now seemed like foreplay. This was what she wanted to do and how she wanted to do it. If her knees ached, she didn't feel it. When Felicia began to hump and moan, jerking upward toward Evie's mouth, Evie wanted to push fingers inside her, but she didn't have permission. She would have to earn that permission, and that idea turned her on further. Her tongue circled and circled Felicia's c.l.i.t, and swirled lower and harder when Felicia arched.
”That's right, make me come with your tongue. Don't you dare stop until I come on your face.”
Evie hadn't foreseen that while submission had her heart pounding and c.l.i.t throbbing, it was also strangely quiet. There was no other noise in her mind but that of her mouth making contact with Felicia's c.u.n.t, and the crooning lilt of Felicia's voice. There was no moment in time before this one and she could not antic.i.p.ate a future. Now was what mattered, and for the first time in her life the word ecstasy made sense. She felt it, deep and quiet, powerfully contained in a place she had always controlled. She wanted to teach Felicia-or someone like her-the secret pathway into that part of her.
Felicia came against her mouth with an earthy cry of delight.
There was luscious dripping wet on her chin and chest as she panted against Felicia's thigh. She'd gone down on women before and not felt like this. Her head spun as if she were high and the disbelieving thought persisted: You are this turned on, this hot, and all she did was order you onto your knees.
The grip on her hair had eased slightly, but was still strong enough to turn her face into Felicia's thigh. Evie laughed as she realized Felicia was wiping her chin for her. She couldn't remember which comic had pointed out how good the thigh was as a napkin.
Felicia laughed too, rich and easy. ”For a first timer, you have the hang of this.”
”I'm trying,” Evie said quietly.
Felicia met her gaze and the world narrowed again. ”G.o.ddess help me, Evie. You give me such ideas when you look like that.”
”Like what?”
”Like you'll let me do anything.”
Evie nodded. Her head was clearer so she said, wanting to be certain of it, and honest, ”Well, not everything. Whips scare me-not in a good way.”
”I don't own any,” Felicia said. ”Not my thing. I'm quite comfortable with ouch as your safe word.”
Evie laughed a little and finally felt her knees protesting the position. She said nothing, but it might have shown in her face because Felicia ran a hand down her T-s.h.i.+rt to cup one breast.
”Stand up.”
Trying not to move stiffly, Evie still appreciated Felicia's helping hand.
”I'm sorry,” Felicia said abruptly. ”I should have thought of a pillow for you.”
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