Cadence of My Heart (13 page)

“You feel amazing,” Marlee whispers, close to reaching another orgasm of her own.

She keeps probing and stroking, her palm rubbing against Cadence’s clit. In just a few short minutes, she has Cadence clutching at the bed sheets.

“Oh, Marlee …” She’s trying to be quiet, fully conscious of the fact that this house is small, and the walls are paper thin.

“I love hearing you say my name when you’re about to come,” Marlee eggs her on.

Done deal.

Cadence lets herself go. “I’m coming, Marlee!”

The next day passes like a whirlwind: much too fast. Marlee and Cadence stay at Milford-on-Sea for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but decline the offer to spend another night. While they cite reasons such as a change of clothes and a very early start in the morning, the truth is, this’ll be their last night away from Neverleigh, and they want to spend it alone.

Giddy with excitement, they tumble into their bedroom in the bed and breakfast, kissing and groping with a fervor that began in the taxi on their way here. They’d kissed and cuddled far too much, Marlee relying on the hope that the driver wouldn’t think anything of the obvious age difference, and Cadence too horny to care what he thought anyway.

As soon as they’re safely confined to their room, Cadence instructs Marlee to sit on the bed while she lets down her hair and strips, her lacy knickers being the last thing to hit the floor.

“Goddamn, Cady.” Marlee stares at her. “How did I get this lucky?”

Cadence had been practically naked last night, but Marlee didn’t get to see inside her knickers—more’s the pity. Now, in the lamplight, she gets to ogle that triangular patch of dark hair between her thighs in all its glory.

She’s such a woman! Marlee wonders how she ever could’ve doubted the perfection of Cadence’s naked body. Watching her approach the bed, she begins to salivate again. Will Cadence want oral sex? Should she offer? Maybe she doesn’t need to. Maybe Cadence will ask her for it. Demand it even.

Cadence steps close and pulls Marlee’s face against her crotch. “Do you still like the way I smell?”

Bloody hell! Where did all this sexual confidence come from? Marlee nestles her face into Cadence’s mons, kissing her and smelling her.

“I love the way you smell.” She grabs Cadence by the waist and pulls her onto the bed. “I can’t wait to find out how you taste.”

Cadence giggles, accepting a multitude of kisses on her lips, neck, stomach, and then … Marlee stops, leaning over her, a serious question gnawing on her conscience.

“Can I ask you something, sweetheart?” Rhetorical. “What made you change your mind? The first night we spent together here, you said you weren’t ready. What’s different now?”

“
You
said I wasn’t ready,” Cadence corrects her, wrapping two limber legs around her. “
I
said I had butterflies.”

“Isn’t that the same thing, darling?” Marlee allows a seed of concern to take root, needing to hear that Cadence won’t regret this when it’s all said and done. “You were scared.”

“Yeah, of being rubbish in bed.” Cadence drops eye contact, admitting that as though she’s ashamed to have let such a ridiculous fear get the better of her. “I was afraid I’d be awful, and then you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“But, sweetheart, I—”

Cadence stifles her with a kiss, demonstrating that she’s well over that brief bout of low self-esteem. “Last night, I made you come by sucking on your boob.” She bursts into a grin.

“Oh, so now you think you’re a stud. Is that it?” Marlee smiles down at her.

Cadence giggles again. “Hurry up and kiss me already, Marlee. I’m all tingles.”

Her heart thumping, Marlee leans forward for another lip-lock. Even still, the thrill of Cadence’s tongue invading her mouth an indescribable pleasure, but Cadence stops her before they make contact.

“No, not there, silly.” She pushes Marlee’s head south. “On my pussy.” She makes herself blush just saying the word.

Dirty talk doesn’t suit her. Not yet.

Smiling appreciatively—careful not to let the smile turn into a smirk—Marlee moves Cadence’s legs apart and studies her young flesh. So often in the last few days, she’s thought about this moment. What would Cadence look like? Would her hymen be broken already? How would she taste? Using her thumbs to open up the slippery folds of Cadence’s skin, she gets the answer to her first two questions.

Cadence looks divine, her hymen perfectly intact and glistening with her arousal.

“Oh, darling. You’re so beautiful.”

Until this very instant, Marlee wasn’t sure if the discovery of an intact hymen would be a delight or a fright. On one hand, it’s a reminder of her youth and innocence—the latter of which Marlee is about to take from her, and the former she’d rather forget. On the other hand, it’s symbolic of the fact that she’s chosen to give herself to Marlee, and only to Marlee, which is both romantic and exciting.

So damn exciting.

Marlee runs her tongue along the length of Cadence’s slit, making her twitch and buck.

Mmm, she tastes so good—so sweet.

“It tickles!” Cadence writhes.

Before laughter can take hold and potentially ruin the eroticism of the moment, Marlee holds her still, gripping her thighs firmly, and dives into her.

Immediately, Cadence’s legs tense. She grunts and arches her back, her toes curling as Marlee probes and sucks her sensitive pink sex. Louder than last night, her vocalizations are throaty and deep, and it’s not long before she’s gyrating her hips, pushing herself into Marlee’s mouth.

While thrusting upward, she brings her hand to the back of Marlee’s head, demanding more pressure, and Marlee obliges as best she can. It’s difficult to breathe, her face held so forcefully to the mark, but Cadence wants to be devoured, and she doesn’t want to stop. She wants to make Cadence come in her mouth. She wants to feel Cadence clenching and releasing, convulsing with spasm after spasm, and it’s not long before she’s able to bring that sweet climax upon her with volcanic intensity.

Her orgasm is exquisite.

She shivers from head to toe, virtually screaming Marlee’s name as Marlee laps her up.

“You taste delicious,” Marlee whispers, kissing her inner thigh as the tremors subside.

“That was epic.” Cadence sits up, leaning on her elbows to look down at Marlee between her legs. “When can I touch you? I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”

Marlee floods. Cadence wants to touch her!

Sliding off the bed, she strips—just as Cadence had done for her—baring every inch of herself. Of course, Cadence’s eyes fixate on her mons, fascinated by how different it looks from her own, the light-colored hair waxed into a thin strip.

“Do you want mine to look like this?” she asks, playing with Marlee’s landscaped pubic hair as they lie next to each other. “Is this better?”

“It’s up to you how you want to look, darling.” Marlee parts her legs. “Anything but bald. I don’t want to feel as though I’m in bed with … well, you know.”

Navigating away from that awkwardness, Cadence trails her fingers down toward Marlee’s cleft, slipping and sliding all over her labia.

“Wow.” She grins. “You’re so wet again!” She explores deeper. “And so hot!”

Marlee whines. Cadence’s small hand feels so good between her legs, three slender fingers groping everything from perineum to clit. Reminding herself not to be too aggressive, she withholds from issuing demands and waits for Cadence to ask:

“Can I feel inside?”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes!” Marlee whines again, her body vibrating with anticipation.

Much slower than she would like, Cadence fumbles a finger all the way in, pushing and groping without any particular aim.

Just one finger. One slender finger.

It’s not enough.

“More, darling.” Marlee humps Cadence’s hand. “I need you to give me more.”

Cadence pushes in another keen digit. “Is this better?”

Marlee signals her approval with an affirmative growl and a thrust of her hips.

“How do I make you come?” Cadence asks then, realizing she has no real idea what to do now that they’re in this position.

“Let me show you.”

Marlee slips her hand over Cadence’s. First, she pushes Cadence deeper, making sure she’s in all the way. Then, she inserts her middle finger as well, stretching herself open wide, her palm cupping the back of Cadence’s hand.

They both gasp.

“Here.” She guides Cadence’s fingers upward, curled to the anterior wall. “You need to find … oh!” She jolts as Cadence’s index finger touches her hidden erogenous zone.

Marlee presses Cadence’s finger against the little button again. “Do you feel that, darling?”

“This?” Cadence tests by tapping it.

Marlee’s pelvis jerks. “Yes!”

“What is it?” Cadence is shocked by her response to such a small gesture.

“The most sensitive part of a woman,” Marlee explains, finding it difficult to concentrate on teaching instead of coming. “Keep tapping it, stroking it, and rubbing it.” She pulls out to demonstrate, making a ‘come hither’ motion with her index and middle fingers. “See?”

“Like this?” Cadence copies her.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Marlee closes her eyes. “Just like that.”

With enthusiasm and concentration, the tip of her tongue pinched between her teeth, Cadence does exactly as Marlee coaches, soon causing her experienced lover to shake uncontrollably.

“Don’t stop,” Marlee instructs. “Keep going.” Her body starts trembling. “Yes, yes, yes! That’s it!” She shudders from head to toe. “Oh, honey!”

Her last cry is quickly followed by a gush of fluid over Cadence’s hand.

Neither of them expected that.

When Cadence feels the shivers subsiding, the gushing petering out, and Marlee’s muscles relaxing, she extricates herself, staring down at the damp bed sheets.

“That was so strong.” She examines her saturated hand. “It felt different from last time.”

“It was a different kind of orgasm.”

“There’s more than one?”

“I thought you’d watched porn?” Marlee teases.

“It doesn’t compare.” Cadence licks her fingers, tasting Marlee tentatively. “I think I’d like to go down on you now,” she declares, then dives south.

“Oh, damn.” Marlee groans, hardly able to believe her luck as Cadence’s hot mouth touches her opening for the first time.

After just a few minutes, she’s close to peaking again, Cadence building her pleasure slowly but surely. Writhing on the bed, the pressure in her loins is almost too much to bear. She wills on another climax, but then the heat recedes and Cadence comes up for air.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Don’t stop,” Marlee pleads, coaxing her to return her lips to work. “You’re going to make me come again. I’m so close.”