r.e.m

the take.

Date: December 29th
Time: 2:45 PM
Location: Blaze's Apartment

"I'm gonna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes, you get it, babe
You got a lot on your mind, and I wanna ease it up and lick it and slip it in."

The apartment was finally quiet. Kaylee and Zyra had passed out on the couch in a tangle of oversized hoodies and fuzzy blankets, worn out from hours of movie marathons and snack overload. Gage tagged along with them. Their soft breathing filled the background like white noise, warm and familiar. Peaceful.

Blaze had stepped out earlier with Rabbit. He kissed me more times than I could count. Slow, soft presses of his mouth to mine, one after another. The last kiss landed on my cheek, warm and lingering, his thumb brushing my jaw like he didn't really want to go. He said he had a few things to handle. I didn't press. I just nodded, told him to be safe, and let the door close behind him.

Truth was, I needed the space too.

Now, with the house still and the sky outside bleeding into golden hour, I finally had the moment I'd been waiting for. It was just me, the silence, and the unopened box from Samiyah.

When I opened it, she had included a little note that read: "Do not open until you feel like a bad bitch again." I hadn't felt ready, not entirely but enough that I knew she was behind the curtains peeking through.

I removed the rose from its packaging, fingertips gliding over the smooth silicone as something warm sparked low in my belly, warm and immediate. I set it down beside me and exhaled, peeling off my clothes slowly, letting each layer fall to the floor like I was shedding more than fabric. I stood in front of the mirror, fully bare, chest rising and falling as heat rushed beneath my skin, my nipples already tight, breath catching as the steam rolled in like fog. My curls clung to my shoulders, damp and heavy, sticking to my flushed skin as I stared at my reflection

When I stepped into the shower, the hot water kissed my back like it had been waiting on me all day. I let it wash over me, soaking into my skin, relaxing every tense inch of my body. I placed the rose on the ledge, closed my eyes, and leaned into the spray, letting the warmth pull a sigh from my lips. My fingers drifted across my stomach, slow and teasing, dipping lower until my thighs parted instinctively.

I couldn't help who my mind drifted to. It was always him. The one man who could turn me inside out with nothing but a look. The one who didn't even need his hands to undo me. His mouth alone could ruin me and rebuild me in the same breath. That tongue was pure magic.

He used to bite my inner thighs then lick slow, premeditated circles around my clit until I was shaking, then suck until I begged him to stop even though I didn't want him to. He'd hold me down when I started running, force me to feel every inch of him.

Even now, just thinking about him had me pulsing. My body leaned into the fantasy before the toy ever touched me. The memory alone had me moaning, breathy and soft. My hand already drifting lower. My knees bent slightly, my free hand bracing against the tile as I let my hips roll into the rhythm of memory. My clit throbbed with every thought of him.