Her face melts into a smile. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes for a long time, and then I yawn. And she yawns.
“What time do you fly out tomorrow?” Cassie asks.
“Late. It’s an overnight flight.”
“Okay, well, I have rehearsal in the afternoon, but will you stay? Here? With me? Until then?”
I should take my time to reply. I should weigh up the many ways this will fuck me up more than a badly-dressed white girl with a terrible perm pushing me down the stairs. But I don’t.
I answer immediately. “Yes, I’ll stay. Here. With you. Until you have to go.”
CHAPTER 20
CASSIE
Iwake with a hand between my legs. Except it’s not my hand. It’s Pia’s. She’s stroking my pussy so lazily and so sweetly, I think I’m still dreaming, but then I feel her teeth graze my shoulder as she presses the front of her body against the back of mine, and I’m wide awake. And this is better than any dream.
“Good morning,” I sigh, as Pia kisses her way up my neck. She smells like herself again – nutmeg and cloves and clean skin. “Did you shower?”
“Yes, I was fed up with how badly I smelt.”
I start to laugh but then she starts to circle my clit with the tip of her finger, and it melts into a sigh.
“Oh, God,” I groan.
“Fan, I love it when you say that. It’s like the biggest fuck you to that religious shit that hurt you.”
“How did you know, about that?” I ask, breathless. “I never talk about it interviews”
“It doesn’t take a genius to guess that a priest’s daughter is going to have religious shit to get over.”
“He’s a vicar, but, yeah, I guess. It’s not their fault, my parents. They…” I don’t finish that sentence because Pia’s fingers are too good and I’m melting into her touch so quickly it’s alarming.
“They didn’t know any better?” Pia offers and I hum both agreement and pleasure. “Well, it’s my experience that there’s a very fine line between not knowing better and refusing to know better.”
I’m momentarily bowled over by the significance of what Pia’s saying, but then she goes a little bit faster, and I swear every thought leaves my mind. I am nothing but my clit and the desire I have for Pia.
“What time is it?” I manage to ask before I lose myself completely. I have rehearsal at 2:00 pm. I can’t miss it.
“Around 10:30,” Pia says, and then slides her fingers lower, pushing the tips of two of them inside me. “But you’re not going anywhere until you’ve come for me. At least three times. I’ve unplugged your phone. Do Not Disturb is on the door. It’s just you and me.”
You and me. How I wish it was that simple.
A wave of sadness threatens to crush my building pleasure, but I refuse to let it. I roll over in Pia’s arms, dislodging her hand, and I climb on top of her. She has no bra on, but I’m surprised to see black cotton knickers on her bottoms.
She notices my questioning look.
“I’m on my fucking period, aren’t I?”
“So you wear underwear when you’re menstruating? Interesting.”
“Even I’m not going to make a bloody mess of your hotel bed,” she says with a scowl that I have come to find so very sexy.
“Can I still…” I don’t finish that sentence.
“Fuck me?” Pia offers. “Hell yes. I wear tampons and just put a fresh one in because your hotel is that fancy, they provide them–so fucking ride me.”