Chapter 139

“Good morning,” I murmured as I woke up to the feeling of a woman stretching beside me in bed. It was a delicious feeling of soft curves and lithe muscles rubbing against me, while on the other side another woman was still curled up with her head on my chest and her body warmth mingling with mine.

I’d forgotten who was where in the bed, to be honest, and there wasn’t any light coming in from the little porthole window.

“Morning,” Wanda murmured back as she finished her stretch and curled up against me again, yanking the covers over us where they had slipped in an attempt to keep in the heat.

I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head, and she tilted up to meet my kiss with her lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed happily, lowering her head and kissing my shoulder as she snuggled in again. Then she snickered lightly, pressing her cheek against me as she shook her head. “My butt hurts.”

“Bad hurt?” I asked.

“Ish,” she whispered. “Probably shouldn’t have done anal without even a buttplug beforehand.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, squeezing her softly.

“I’m not,” she replied, softly beginning to trail kisses across her little section of my chest. “That was the wildest night of sex I’ve ever had. I think my pussy might still be tingling.”

“I really loved it,” I said. “I’m so glad we’ve met you.”

“I’m glad I’ve met you, too,” she whispered and got quiet for a bit as we just held each other and breathed.

“Can I ask you something?” she finally broke the silence. “Or, ask you for something?”

“Ask away,” I said.

“Today ... well, last night there was a lot of ‘you own me’ kind of kinky talk, but ... I want it? Like, I want to keep it going. I meant it. So today could you treat me like that?”

“How would you like me to do that?” I asked quietly.

“Just ... make me feel like I’m on your mind. And tease me. Touch me. God, I’m getting wet. Like, if we’re sitting somewhere, pull me into your lap and start playing with my tits, or pull my bikini bottoms aside and just touch me however you want. Not, like, in front of everyone, but I trust you to make the judgement on who you do it in front of or where.”

“You are amazing, did I mention that?” I asked, making her smile. I could feel her apple cheeks tighten against my chest as she did it. “Yes, Wanda. I will try my hardest to show you how much I appreciate you, and how much I care for you, by treating you like a little needy slut.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered.

“So do I,” Cassidy whispered. I wasn’t sure when she’d woken up.

“And I love both of you,” I said.

We just sat there, hugging each other under the covers, until the alarm on Cassidy’s phone went off. It was time to get up and get ready for the morning Golden Hour shoots. Cass slipped out of bed and went to flip on the light, which was when I saw that Wanda was silently crying as she lay against me.

“Whoa, hey,” I said.

“Just hold me,” she whispered.

I bundled her up, holding her tight, and she closed her eyes as tears dripped down her cheek. Cassidy, concern on her face, climbed back into bed and hugged her from behind.