“Mari,” Bisi said hoarsely, swallowing hard, as she reiterated, “Let me have you. I am begging.”

“Bisi,” Mari imitated gently, “Look at what I am wearing. Does it look like you need to beg?”

Bisi slowly shook her head, her eyes never leaving her mate. “I want to beg. I can’t help begging. Mari, you are so, so… Say that I can have you. Just say the words for me. I’ve known from almost the second we met that I would have to have you if I was ever going to be happy again.”

“I hope it’s not just the novelty,” said Mari, only half-kidding, “Because I am definitely letting you have me. Go ahead. Have me.”

Bisi growled, making Mari jump, and said warningly, “Don’t dare think I won’t want you tomorrow and the next day and every day after that. Don’t fool yourself—this is not just for tonight. I’m not letting you go. I almost got the impression a moment ago that you didn’t want to share me either.” She took a step forward even as some inner voice berated her for sounding and moving like a predator. She ignored it. The voice ignored her in return and said, more loudly, No. Convince. Don’t threaten. 

The voice was thirty-five years of experience and learning triumphing over raw, new instincts that Bisi wasn’t used to dealing with. She froze in place and reached out to take Mari’s forearm, and pull her closer. For a second Bisi just held her there, an inch away, savoring the plush feel of Mari’s skin against the palm of her hand, the closeness, the scent. She lowered her head, her mouth hovering above Mari’s full, crimson lips. Let me never forget this, she thought, invoking the aid of the universe. She kissed Mari’s top lip softly, lovingly, her lids sliding down to cover her glowing eyes. She did it again. Then again, not wanting to rush things. Not wanting to miss any steps. Her free hand slid around the back of Mari’s head, her fingers burying themselves in her thick hair, pulling Mari’s scent inside herself, shivering with the need it stirred in her. Bisi felt herself swelling more, growing rigid, her clit throbbing as it filled. She gasped slightly against Mari’s lips at one very strong twinge of pleasure, her fingers tightening to tug at the roots of Mari’s hair briefly. That time, Mari gasped. Her head tilted back automatically, seeking to reduce the tension. Instantly Bisi released her hair. “Sorry,” she mumbled penitently, surprised by herself again. “I…it felt too good. My hand…” Like most surgeons, Bisi, was not actually enthused by involuntary hand movements that caused pain. She was sorry.

“I’m not tender-headed. I liked it,” Mari assured her in return, huskily, like in an old movie. She lifted Bisi’s hand back to her head, and Bisi melted down inside, half-ready to cry over how much she wanted this woman. “Bisi—” said Marisol, her arms reaching up now, hands sliding over Bisi’s shoulders, caramel against the cream-colored cashmere of Bisi’s thin sweater. “Bisi,” she repeated, purring, as she pushed downwards firmly, “I’m losing it. We’ve waited long enough. Maybe too long. Kiss me here, Tesoro.”

Bisi’s eyes widened and her knees turned to water. She dropped to her knees in front of Mari, an arm shooting out to drag the heavy arm chair forward for her to lean against. Then, she hooked a thumb in the front of the red lace, pulling it aside, sliding her tongue straight over Mari’s clit and into the slick-filled cleft between her legs. Her nose was buried in dark curls that were drenched in Mari’s scent, her tongue filled with her taste. Bisi groaned, half-dead with the pleasure of it. She drew her tongue back, carrying as much slick with it as she could. She let it melt over her tongue as her now fully engorged clit punched against the front of her jeans. Oh, Mari was hers. Mari was just for her. Mine. Temi. Another involuntary growl tore from her throat and she flushed, mortified. My god, Bisi! What in the hell is wrong with you? Calm down! 

“Sorry!” Bisi muttered, but, above her, Mari cried out and pressed forward against her mouth. Bisi’s tongue slid out a second time, finding a fresh flow of slick waiting for her. Precum slid down over the head of Bisi’s clit as she tongued Mari’s, rubbing the flat of her tongue over it, forward and back, slowly, letting Mari’s slick gather on top of her tongue so she could favor pressure over friction. One hand wrapped around Mari’s perfectly rounded thigh, the other reached around and steadied her back, pushing her against Bisi’s mouth. She felt one of Mari’s hands close around her head, as she drew her tongue delicately along the ruffled edge of one of Mari’s inner labia, and then along the other before sucking their apex into her mouth and nursing the stiffened little bud in a pulsing rhythm. The edges of Mari’s pretty French-manicured nails with the fine sprinkling of red glitter over the tips dug into Bisi’s scalp and shoulder. It was the most erotic pain imaginable, and she Nnngh!-ed happily.

As Bisi suckled Mari’s clit and Mari writhed and grasped at her, the pulsing throb in her own clit, trapped behind her zipper, intensified in speed and amplitude. She could feel the roughness of the denim where the head of her clit had far surpassed the soft fabric of her underwear, could feel that the fabric was damp with her pre-cum already. Oh my g— I could come from this! The taste, the scent, the feel of Mari’s body, the feel of Mari’s hands on her, the sight of her…it was too much. She was going to— she caught the delicate shaft of Marisol’s clit very carefully between her teeth and applied pressure. Mari gave a sharp cry and on a series of small gasps, she came, her knees buckling and slick dripping down onto Bisi’s waiting tongue, her thighs squeezing Bisi’s shoulders. Bisi quickly reached up with her other hand to steady her, and Mari slid down until her arms were wrapped around Bisi’s head and shoulders, her cheek resting atop Bisi’s head, letting Bisi do most of the work of holding her up. For some reason, Mari’s slow motion collapse into her arms was what made Bisi come. Come so hard she could barely hold Mari up through the intense spasms that wracked her, but she did hold her up. She definitely did. 

When it was over, Bisi gently lowered Mari the rest of the way down until she was straddling Bisi’s lap and Mari softly flopped forward, her forehead on Bisi’s shoulder. Mari’s scent settled all over Bisi, until she felt infused with it, it was in her nose, in her mouth, on her skin. Still not enough. Lowering her head, she ran her tongue over Mari’s left cervical scent gland and Mari rolled her head to one side to allow it. Just turned her head and allowed it. 

I love you, Bisi thought, absurdly. I love you. She understood now. She understood Alex Anderson and Brent James. You couldn’t fight this. Mostly because you wouldn’t want to. Why would anyone not want to feel this? And yet it was so much. So soon. It couldn’t be real, but it was. It was like… she had the correct answer to life’s greatest problem, but she hadn’t shown her work, and couldn’t remember how she had come up with it. 

Bisi was still gently licking and suckling the delicious curve of her mate’s neck, thinking some very primal thoughts, when Mari startled in her arms. Bisi startled guiltily in return, as if Mari had been alarmed by the urges that Bisi could control… but couldn’t prevent. But no. That wasn’t it. “You… you didn’t come yet,” said Mari lifting her head, concern knitting her brows.

Bisi chuckled, shaking her head. “Temi, I came almost before you did. How am I supposed to withstand the taste of you?”

“Oh.” Mari lowered her head again, and made a contented little hmm. The sounds this woman makes. “Bisi…that was…I don’t usually come that fast. Or that hard. Did I hurt you with my nails? I was a little out of control. I kind of skipped a few steps, too, huh? Making you, well, asking you to… I don’t usually do that, either. The shoving you down part, I mean… Your scent makes me feel like I’m on fire.”

“That’s a pity. I want you to push me to my knees on a regular basis, if possible. Could you try to do it more often? For me? I will reward you generously for stepping outside of your comfort zone, I promise.”

“If you insist.”

“I insist.”

“Ok. Well, don’t tell me how I did yet. I don’t want my performance review to—”

“Mari, you’re being recommended for a promotion already, trust me,” said Bisi, running her tongue along the edge of Mari’s ear as she filled her hands with the curves of Mari’s ass and pulled her closer. “I couldn’t ask for anything more than to be allowed to taste you and hold you.” She pressed her fingers into her mate’s cushioned flesh, kneading it, her palms trying to convey to her brain how soft it was, how full they felt, and Bisi’s nerves scrambled to form adequate pathways to evaluate and store the entire experience. Transcendent was the word that came to mind. For the rest of her life, her hands were going to feel slightly empty whenever they weren’t clutching Mari’s ass. 

“Well, then I’ll just be mad at myself. I’ve been dying to get you naked since we met, and I just got my chance, and here you are, every single stitch of clothing still in place. And you’ve already come once and I missed it. Mari, darling, I’m a female. I can go again right now, I might not ejaculate the next time I come—usually takes about half an hour to build up again, but I can keep right on coming with or without semen. It might take a little longer for me to come this time, which could be good for both of us, I think.

Mari flushed and covered her face with her fingers. “You’re right. I forgot. So dumb. Sorry. First-timer.” She then took Bisi’s face in both of her hands, running a thumb over Bisi’s bottom lip and leaning in to kiss it. Then she shifted her weight again and looked searchingly at Bisi’s face. “Where’s a bed, Tesoro?”