While the climax still had its grip on her, she latched her lips onto Chloë’s clit and sucked the swollen nub.
“Morgan! Holy fuck!” Chloë called out just a moment before her pelvis started quaking. Morgan quickly placed her hand over the base of the dildo, preventing Chloë’s pussy from pushing it out with the strength of her orgasmic contractions. She wanted Chloë’s core to coat the dildo with the younger woman’s come, on top of hers. For it all to mix together inside Chloë.
The two women kept it up for another twenty minutes or so. Every time Morgan thought she couldn’t possibly have another orgasm, Chloë would manage to coax another one from her. And Morgan kept Chloë’s pussy filled with the dildo as she continued to eat her out, making Chloë come twice more, feeling herself grow delirious with how erotic the sight of that perfect pink pussy convulsing around the toy was each time Chloë came.
Finally, they were done, spent and exhausted. They fell asleep clinging to each other, neither of them remembering or even caring that they hadn’t even had dinner.
Chapter 31
“You are positively glowing!” Vanessa whispered to Chloë three days later on Monday.
Chloë blushed.
“Shut up,” she said shyly but with a secret smile that was hidden by her mask, continuing to prepare La Vida Mocha’s signature drink, the Triple Chocolate Caramel Frappe with Godiva chips, for a customer.
“I wonder if I glow that much when I think about Megan,” Vanessa added in a lilting tone.
Chloë giggled, placing the Godiva chocolate square atop the whipped cream, the finishing touch.
“Oh my god, don’t you have work to do?” she asked, stepping away in order to deliver the drink to the eager customer, in this case a mother with a toddler in a stroller.
“I do have work to do but it’s so hard to concentrate when I feel like I’m in a lesfic novel.”
Chloë lowered her face mask just briefly enough to stick her tongue out at Vanessa.
“I’m just glad she’s making you happy,” Vanessa added, laughing.
Under her mask, Chloë’s smile got wider.
“Dude, you have no idea,” she replied.
Chloë knew she had never been this happy with anyone else. Beth had been the closest, but she had gotten that job offer up in Oregon and of all the places on Earth that Chloë might leave California for, Oregon wasn’t one of them. She had been happy with Beth but she hadn’t been that happy with Beth.
And what would have happened had she moved to the Beaver state?
The answer to that was simple. There would have been no Morgan in her life right now.
The thought alone made Chloë shudder now. Beth was wonderful, she really was, and Chloë hoped that some Oregonian woman was making her happy as hell, but Beth was no Morgan.
“By the way,” she said to Vanessa, “I think we ought to make a white chocolate version of that.” She gestured toward the customer whom she had just handed the Triple Chocolate Caramel Frappe to. “The caramel would be amazing with it and I know of some really good white chocolate brands we can use.”
Vanessa smiled.
“Why don’t you spend some time designing it, then; let’s see how it turns out,” she said.
“Definitely,” Chloë said eagerly. She loved concocting new coffee drinks. Already, she was responsible for three of the specialty drinks on La Vida Mocha’s menu.
“So…what are you doing after work today?” Vanessa asked.
“Right after? Nothing. Going home, I guess.”
“Want to take a little trip with me to Encinitas?”
“Oh, is this about that Post-It note in the office?”
Vanessa laughed.
“You saw that?”