Mistakes Were Made(79)

“God, Erin, I missed you.”

Erin laughed, kissed her thigh. “Me?” she asked. “Or this?” She licked straight up Cassie’s center.

“Both,” Cassie gasped.

Erin must’ve had a great memory. She did all the things that make Cassie the most crazy. She swirled her tongue around Cassie’s clit, dropped it down to slide up into her. She never let Cassie get too close, always stopped and changed whatever she was doing when Cassie’s legs started to shake.

“Look at me,” Erin demanded, and Cassie didn’t hesitate.

The sight of Erin looking up at her as she licked her clit made Cassie want to groan and slam her eyes shut again, but she held eye contact. The look in Erin’s eyes was pleased. She would be smiling if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“Erin,” Cassie panted, and now she swore she could actually feel Erin’s grin pressing between her legs. “Erin, please.”

Erin nodded, and Cassie kept her eyes open when she came.

Cassie shook and shook and Erin kept going. Erin’s breath was hot and wet when she pulled back, and then when she bit at Cassie’s clit again, Cassie’s eyes slammed shut as she came a second time, right away.

“Fucking Christ, Erin,” she groaned, because Erin was being gentle, but her mouth was still on Cassie. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m not done yet,” Erin said.

Cassie’s body gave another shudder.

“You gotta give me a break.”

“This is your break,” Erin said. She was still tonguing at Cassie, but she avoided her clit.

“Erin,” Cassie dragged out her name.

Erin sucked a mark onto her inner thigh. “It’s been two months,” she said. “Just come for me one more time.”

Cassie came three more times before Erin stopped. She pulled her shirt and bra off between orgasms three and four to play with her tits. By the end, she’d said Erin’s name so many times it had lost all meaning. After, Erin climbed out of bed, padded to the sink—still fully clothed—and returned with a glass of water, and Cassie still didn’t have her breath back.

“Take your time,” Erin said, smirk evident in her voice.

Cassie would’ve liked to wipe it right off her face, but she couldn’t even move enough to take the glass of water.

“I think I’m dead,” she said.

Erin laughed at her.

“I really think you killed me.”

“I did not,” Erin giggled. “Sit up so you can drink.”

Cassie managed to sort of shuffle her way to half sitting, still breathing hard. She gulped at the water.

When she set it down on the bedside table, she asked, “Is it finally my turn?”

Erin grinned. “I don’t know. Have you recovered enough?”

“Shut up,” Cassie laughed, and tugged Erin into bed with her.

Only after Cassie had licked all traces of her own taste out of Erin’s mouth did she start undressing her. Erin’s blouse was clingy and her hair got caught it in as Cassie pulled it over her head. Cassie tugged harder instead of being careful, but it did the trick, and she got her hands on Erin’s bare skin.

Erin was squirming on top of her, obviously desperate for some kind of friction. Cassie considered making her wait, with how long Erin had made her wait to touch her, but before she made up her mind, Erin was shuddering, eyes closed and mouth slack, and Cassie just watched.

Eventually Erin blinked her eyes open. Cassie still stared.

“Was that—did you just—”

Erin ducked her head like she was embarrassed. “It’s been a while, okay?”

“Holy shit, babe,” Cassie said, surging forward to kiss Erin and roll her onto her back. “That was hot as fuck.”

Erin grinned and Cassie set about making her do that again.

Erin came twice more, and made Cassie come a seventh time before they were done. She lay on top of Cassie afterward, head pillowed on her chest and Cassie’s arms wrapped around her.

“This is the best spring break ever,” Cassie said.

Erin lifted her head to look up at her. “Yeah?”

“I got a great job, I came seven times—”

“So far,” Erin interrupted.

“Oh my God, Erin, let me rest,” Cassie huffed and Erin laughed.

“I thought college students were supposed to want to have sex all the time,” she teased.

“Sure, but two months without it and then seven orgasms in a row takes a lot out of a girl.”

Erin’s smile went wide and Cassie realized she’d tipped her hand a bit. She should never be allowed to talk after one orgasm, much less seven. Anyway—Erin had said it’d been a while for her, too, so maybe neither of them had slept with anyone since winter break. Cassie swallowed the sudden flutter in her throat and tightened her arms around Erin. The other woman murmured and lay her head down, her ear pressing into Cassie’s sternum so she could probably hear every rapid beat of Cassie’s heart.





Twenty





ERIN


Erin woke up before seven. Cassie was sleeping like the dead, as if Erin had worn her out. She might have, given that Cassie admitted to not sleeping with anyone else since winter break. Erin hadn’t either, but she didn’t feel worn out. Instead, there was a pleasant ache between her thighs as she practically skipped to the nearest Starbucks. It was an unseasonably warm day, even this early.