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Once in the house with the door closed, I turned to face her, and she took my head in both hands, my gaze raised a bit to meet hers. “I could use a shower.”

That sounded like a great venue to me, too. And it guaranteed a lack of clothes, though I doubted they’d stay on much longer either way. She grabbed a bag that I didn’t know she’d brought in and followed me down the hall.

I started the shower while she added her toiletries to mine, which excited me more than even her presence. It was a not-so-subtle reminder that she was here to stay. Somehow she knew that I liked it and she didn’t need to ask permission – I still didn’t know how she could possibly read me so well if she wasn’t a Sensitive.

“Sensitive.” I hadn’t had much time to think about the term, but I decided I liked it. Always reluctant to be grouped with psychics, I turned the new word over in my mind. It was descriptive, even if it was incomplete. Certainly sensitive to those around me, I nevertheless could do so much more. But I’d admitted to very little of that fact, and I was determined to keep it that way. Besides, it’s not like I was using the rest of my abilities.

What I’d said about the waitress, that I wished I could see more, was true. Even though I could have found out more about her situation, I couldn’t let myself actually do it. I’d learned my lesson on that one, and I didn’t dare cross that line again. It was one of those situations when “couldn’t” and “wouldn’t” were the same thing.

Feeling her lips on my neck again, I decided I liked her at my back. Undressing me gently, all the way down to my boots, I could feel my body respond, ready and eager.

I wanted to touch her, but she wanted me where I was, and I let her call the shots, even without saying the words. Especially without the words. “You have a mole on your shoulder.” She kissed it and ran her tongue over it.

“I have several.”

“I know. I think I’ve found them all now.” Her arms reached around and her hands caressed my belly. Tilting my head back onto her shoulder, I allowed her to just touch me with nothing in return. Yet. “How much hot water do you have?”

“Not enough.”

Stripping out of her clothes in an instant, we stepped into the aging tub. Still she wanted my back, and her thoughts told me why. She wanted to explore my body without being consumed by my eyes. And explore she did, with the water falling over both of us, and the soap lathered in her hands and over my skin. My hands pressed against the shower walls, I closed my eyes at her ministrations. Working her way down, she caressed and cleansed. Other than her hands, she barely touched me, her breasts grazing my skin occasionally and her breath more than her lips raising the hairs on my arms.

God, what she could make me feel with even the slightest touch. She brought me instantly to arousal as soon as we wanted it. Foreplay was only part of it – what we felt together was everything. It wasn’t just her body and her loving – her mind pushed me towards an unbelievable passion. The whole package was intoxicating, and sometimes during sex I couldn’t tell her thoughts from mine.

“Sadie, turn around.” I obeyed without hesitation, and she began on my front, starting at my feet and making her way up. Seeing her kneeling at my feet, I felt incredibly vulnerable. She paused at my sex, gently teasing while she cleaned, lingering in the folds she found. Her mouth pressed against it, and it almost ended there – or began there, however you want to think about it.

Yet she managed to finish the job, provoking the nerves in my nipples on the way. Finally face to face, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer, and neither could I. Touching her for the first time since entering the bathroom, I felt her body respond before I even touched it. She pressed against me while leaving the upper body free for physical endearments.

Reaching for her lips with my own, I slid my tongue inside, losing myself in her taste. As she responded, I reached around with one hand – the other still fondling a breast – and found her ass as firm and perfect as I remembered. As I grabbed it, pulling her into me, I could feel the muscles flexing beneath.

I didn’t know how much more I could take before I would explode, and I wanted her to writhe beneath my hands before that happened.

Inserting my other hand between us, I found what I was looking for and gently massaged her labia. Her folds were warm and moist, and her breath quickened when I entered the tip of a finger, all that I could manage in the position we were in.

“Sadie. More. Please.” She begged. Leaving her lips reluctantly, I lowered myself until I found her breasts. Her mind told me what she wanted, and I eagerly obliged: a tongue across a nipple followed by a gentle nip. As my teeth grazed her tits, her fingers touched my own, and I might have climaxed right there had I wanted to.

I wanted more of her than I had, so I knelt in front of her, my eyes level with her red curls. Gripping my wet hair between her fists, she longed to touch me, but the moment was mine.

Entering her with a single finger from behind at the same time as from the front with my tongue, she gasped, her body tensing in the sudden ecstasy. It urged me further, tasting her, feeling her, wanting her. Gentle motions in and out while my tongue flicked her clit repeatedly, she panted at my efforts. Easing a second finger in only increased the effect, my spare hand holding her against me.

Her body began to shake as I increased the rhythm of the thrusts. Without warning, I inserted a third finger and increased the intensity of the thrusts at the same time. Her hips tilted towards me in invitation, and I knew she was nearly there. Nothing held her back except her will to make this the best orgasm of her life, and for that I needed one more thing.

As I grazed her clit with my teeth, I simultaneously felt a contraction beneath my mouth and hand and her orgasm in her mind, intense and euphoric all at once. Intensifying the thrusts as well as the oral torture, she came with me in her, then melted around me.

Withdrawing, I could feel her ecstasy and hear her breathing begin to slow. “Sadie. Sadie.” She couldn’t seem to say anything else, and that was fine with me. I loved the satisfied way she said my name.

Standing, I brushed my lips against hers and felt the water begin to cool on my back. “Perfect timing.” She said.

“For me, but not for you.”

“Another time. Come on, you’re getting cold.”

Despite my urging and my departure, she remained to finish her shower, saying the cold didn’t bother her. While she remained in the shower, I grabbed a second pillow from my closet and tidied up my bedroom.

I felt her presence in the doorway before I realized the shower had turned off. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe, gloriously naked, watching me.

“What’s your favorite part of the body?” I searched hers, but that wasn’t what she meant. “I offered you penance earlier, so what do you want me to do?” Her offer was genuine and playfully sexual, not raised by some imagined guilt, so I felt myself rise to the challenge.

“How are you at foot massages?”

“I can manage.” Her delight told me she could more than manage. Without a word she retreated to the bathroom and returned with a bottle. “Lie down.”

Stretching out on my queen sized bed, propped up a bit by the pillows, she sat at my feet. Cross-legged again – God she knew how to tease me. I had a perfect view of her breasts, and they glowed under her tanned skin. The bottle contained vanilla oil – I could smell it soon after she opened the bottle. Then she took my left foot into her hands.

I’ve always loved a good foot massage, on the rare occasion when I could get one, but this one was the best. First I had quite a view with her naked body at my feet and my foot in her lap. My feet genuinely hurt after our hike. Under her touch the muscles eased and my whole body began to relax.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” I wondered as she worked each toe individually.

“I can’t sew. Never learned, and never wanted to. I can’t draw or paint or sculpt. I can do a few things with a screwdriver, but don’t ask me to work on your car.”

“You’re enjoying this, too.”

“It’s the first intimate thing I’ve done for you – intimate, not sexual or romantic. I’m loving it. I usually like to do things the other way around: romance before intimacy, intimacy before sex. It’s usually more fun to discover the person before you discover their body. But you turned my world upside down the moment I saw you, and it all happened backwards.”

“Our libidos did sort of take control.” I admitted, though with no regrets.

“I like the way we started. I wanted you the moment I met you, and at the same time I saw someone I wanted to know and discover. I’ve never felt the two together so strongly before. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was leave you at your front door last night. But it was worth it, waiting until we found the clearing and finding each other under the trees. I can’t imagine a more perfect beginning to our relationship.” She switched feet.

I was getting sleepy, but she had one more question. “Do you need to get up in the morning?” She would be there in the morning, I thought, smiling.

“No. I don’t work until Monday.”

“Any other plans?” She wanted to know if she could stay all day.

“My boyfriend’s supposed to come over at one. I guess that means you’ll have to go by lunch.” I teased her, and her laugh was music.

Her gentle pressures on my right foot relaxed me until I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep.
Good night.
That was all the encouragement I needed.

 

Chapter 3

I woke to the gentle brush of her mind. Awake and stroking my shoulder with her hands, I could feel her presence in front of me.

“Good morning.”

I opened my eyes. “Much better than an alarm clock. What time is it?”

“A quarter after eight. You’re so sweet when you sleep.”

She’d been watching me, and the thought brought a smile to my lips. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.” She was exactly where she wanted to be, as was I. The covers had fallen to the floor, and I suspected that was Billie’s doing. The chilliness of the morning raised goose bumps on my arms and perked both our nipples into firmness. I liked this view better, too.

Touching her face, I absorbed the image of her mussed hair and sleep-flushed skin. “You could have woken me up.”

“You needed your sleep. I wore you out yesterday.”

Brushing my lips against hers, I felt the warmth of the moment glide through her mind. “Promise to do it again?”

“That’s an easy promise.” Her eyebrows twitched amusingly.

“How about now?” Caressing her inner thigh a little above the knee, her sensitivity heightened, as did her arousal. “That’s your favorite spot, isn’t it?”

“One of them. I’m still trying to figure out yours. You seem to enjoy so many places.” Her lips traveled to my ear where she nibbled briefly, then to the hollow of my breasts. My breath hitched at the sensations.

“You’re off to a good start.” She explored a little more. “I don’t think I want to tell you my favorite places. I like it just fine, you trying to figure them out.”

“So do I.” Memorizing every curve as I touched it, I found her body to be as perfect as it was the first time I laid hands on it. At my request, she reluctantly turned on her stomach. I straddled her legs and worked her skin beneath my fingers, planting a kiss in a particularly luscious location here and there. Her auburn hair flowed half way down her back, and I swept it aside, taking in the area beneath.

Only one scar marred her entire body, and it lay beneath her hair where I hadn’t seen it yet. At the base of her neck, a mark long healed ruined the perfection exquisitely – her scar felt very real on a body that seemed so impossibly perfect. I traced its outline with one finger. “Dog bite?”

She didn’t answer my question. To my surprise her mind hardened at the memory, though the stiffness didn’t enter her body. Her control was amazing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drudge up anything.” It amazed me how quickly our mental rapport had become natural.

“It’s fine. The bite comes from a time in my life that was very difficult. I rarely talk about it even among the family.” She wanted to change the subject, but I wanted to make a point.

“If you ever want to talk about it, you can.” She nodded, though she had no intention of doing so. It took a full minute to loosen her up again, and I wondered at some of the shadows in her life.

“You are such a mystery. There’s so much I don’t know about you, and so much I want to ask.”

“Ask me anything, Sadie. If I can’t tell you, I’ll tell you so. If I don’t want to talk about it, I’ll tell you that too. Otherwise, I’ll tell you anything.”

I started with a safe one. “Where do you live?”

Relaxing a little more, she turned her head. “A few miles northwest of here. I have a house on a few acres with a beautiful view out the back.”

“No dogs to run home and feed?”

I could feel her grin, even though I couldn’t see it well. “I’m not great with dogs. I have a couple of cats, but if I think I might be away for a day or two, I just leave them with food and water. ”

“What are they like?”

“Neurotic and arrogant, like most cats. Very loveable. Sophie bosses Nial around all the time, and it makes Nial crazy. They’re always getting into fights, even though they adore each other the rest of the time. They’re still pretty young, so they cause mischief and tear things apart from time to time, but they’re good pets. Good companions.”

“I miss having pets.” I could hear the longing in my own voice and knew Billie could sense it too.

“Why don’t you?”

“It’s the pet deposit. Having my own home in the North End is important to me, but it isn’t cheap. I don’t have the money for the deposit and extra rent. When I was a kid I had a whole series of pets: cats, rabbits, gerbils. My parents didn’t like dogs, so they drew the line there. And the scorpion was a no as well.”

“You wanted a scorpion?” Her incredulous tone made me smile.

“Actually, I wanted a tarantula, but I knew that wouldn’t fly. I thought I was compromising with a scorpion. My parents didn’t see it that way.”

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