STOLEN SMILE

CATERINA

"A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted."

-Billie Holiday

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SHE HELD MY HAND AS she shut the back door behind us.

My breaths turned shallow as she pulled me to the couch. She sat, and I stood between her legs, waiting to see what she wanted. I would do it all, anything she told me to. Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive.

Her palms skimmed my legs, pushing my dress up until she found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. Her hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn't know what I would do if I could never feel them again.

She tugged the backs of my knees, pulling me closer until I straddled her.

Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. My pink dress to her black dress shirt and tie. We were so different, I realized then. Big and small. Hard and soft. Demanding and docile.

We breathed each other's air for a moment before she leaned in and ran her lips down the length of my throat. "You smell so good," she rasped. Her scruff tickled my neck as she trailed downward past my collarbone and then pressed her face into my breasts. "And fuck, these tits."

I sighed, my hands running down her chest. "My nonna said you only want to marry me for my boobs."

"Not true." I felt her smile against my skin. "This too." I yelped at the sharp smack on my ass. She tugged my dress off my shoulders, baring my white strapless bra. My breasts tingled as she palmed and squeezed them through the fabric.

"My boobs and ass, then?" My words ended on a moan as she folded a cup down and ran her tongue across a nipple before sucking. My head lolled, a breathless haze overcoming me.

She cupped me between the legs. "This is also the nicest puss—"

"Jenn," I cut her off, every inch of my skin warming.

She chuckled.

I loved the sound of her laugh, the way the warm timbre ghosted down my spine.

I shivered.

She ran a thumb across the goose bumps on my arm. "Cold?"

I shook my head, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. "Nervous."

She unclipped the back of my bra, her eyes darkening as I straddled her topless with my dress around my waist. "Why?"

My hands slid downward, her abs tightening under my touch, to even lower. I traced her belt buckle with a finger. "I want to do something," I whispered. The insinuation that I wanted to please her, to taste her, was heavy and thick in the air.

Her gaze immediately flicked to my face. Nerves danced in my veins as I began to undo her belt. She tensed. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against her's and my lips to her neck. God, she smelled so good it made me dizzy. I nuzzled her, trying to soak it all up.

Her hand cupped the back of my head, sliding downward to my nape.

"Why would that make you nervous?"

I swallowed. "Because I haven't done it before."

I tried to slide backward to my knees in front of the couch, but she suddenly grabbed me by a fistful of hair. Her gaze swam with turmoil and disbelief.