Chapter 27: Cora: Confession❤❤
Cora:
My toes were still slick, she'd accepted me, finally. Sel's chest pushed into mine and she kissed me. I let my mouth open and rocked into her leg. I didn't care that I was wet, I just wanted to feel her there. I wanted her to adore me like I adore her. Her tongue slid into my mouth and mine slid along it, desperate. I wanted to be as deep as possible, as close as possible.
One hand was in my hair, crackling against the back of my neck, and the other slid down my belly.
Please. Feel it, use it.
"Mmmhhh," I moaned into her mouth. She tasted so raw, my feet were filthy after a long day and she'd just worshiped them. My chest burned thinking about it. Her tongue retreated and she claimed my bottom lip between her teeth, gave it a tug. It made my eyes flutter, "You... you can touch me there," I told her, rocking toward her hand, "I want you to..."
She could do more than touch. I still missed Serica, wanted to be filled like that again. A niggling worry worked its way into my stomach.
What if she's not enough, after that...
What if she can tell...
I shrunk into her as her fingertips pried into my panties. Her touch was soft and hesitant. She ran her fingers through that hair, pressed at my hood. It was a small lightning, static.
Take it.
I tried to reposition myself, to place her at my need, but her fingers moved with my hips. She traced my outer folds and nibbled at my earlobe.
Nnnn- Please...
I couldn't take any more. I slid my hand down behind hers, laced our fingers, and delved into myself, "Hahaa-"
She wasn't taking part, her digits were a cage I had to reach through, to tease myself between the bars. I was soaking, offering.
Why isn't she?
Did I go too fast?
Did she change her mind?
"Sel..." the fire within me sputtered in a downpour of shame. I withdrew my fingers, felt gross at the trail I left between hers.
She didn't respond. I looked to her eyes and they were shut tight.
"Sel," she started to rub at me again, but I just felt like a burden, my body was shutting down. She brushed my clit and I twitched, it was reaction without sensation. Then she repeated it.
Come on, enjoy this...
I couldn't. I grabbed her wrist and she shuddered, pulled away from me, "Sel what's wrong?"
She rolled over in bed, faced the other way, and held her arms to her chest. My palms went to her shoulders, "I'm not upset..."
"I-" she said, huddling into herself, "I started thinking about Serica, and you..."
I didn't want that to touch this. Serica was teaching me, she gave me something I'd been desperate for, but Sel was my soul.
"I didn't mean to make you jealous," I leaned my head into her back, missed her already.
"I'm not," she said, "I'm just not going to be that good. What she did in the bath-house, I can't do any of that," her knees pulled to her chest, "I don't want you to hate it."
I shuffled closer and wrapped her in my arms, "I don't care if I like it. I just want you."
"I care." her shoulders pulled into my arms. I held her tight.
"I know. I love you Sel..." I spoke into the back of her neck. She stiffened tighter against me, her breath sped, "Is that what we are?"
"I love you." I didn't know how else to say it. As a woman? As a partner? A lover? My soul-mate? We used those three words every once in a while, but never like this, "I love you," I said them faster, harder, hoping that would give her what I felt. "I love you."
It didn't hurt that she didn't return them. I already knew. She'd finally shown me.
"Your Dad's gonna have a fit," she said, and buried her face in her hands.
"I love you," so slow this time.
"Heh- My sisters want to be aunts," I felt her storm breaking.
"I love you," with a lilt.
"Serica's not going to care... she'll keep fucking you... maybe me too..." her hand clasped mine.
"I love you." Just her. What happened in class didn't matter. I'd take what Serica gave me and bring it back to her. I didn't care if our Mentor touched us, either of us, it would only make this stronger.
"If I can't-" she fell back into the trap. That was okay, I couldn't fill her like Serica could. I'd have to look down this same cliff eventually.
"You can," I turned her arm, and clasped her hand, straightened her fingers and brought them together to a point, "It's about this thick..."
"You're so far gone." She laughed.
"I like your boobs more," I rubbed my nose at the base of her neck.
"Hers are bigger," she said, and nudged an elbow into my side.
"Hers are too much, and you're prettier, and you dress better," I kissed the place where hair met flesh.
"I don't have her cock," Sel rolled in my arms, looked me in the eye.
"No, you've got your kitty," I said, using our childhood nickname for unmentionables, "It's the only kitty I ever want to love."
"You know you have me purring," her eyes went up and left.
"Does... kitty, want a tongue bath?" I dared the words out.
"Holy- you did not!" she pushed a palm against my chest.
I broke into giggles, she pushed again, "I just lay my heart out for you, and you-"
"You didn't say it back," I bit my lip, I'd been holding that back, that need.
"You know I love you too." I did, but it felt so good to hear it.