Page 38 of Minha Dona

“I’m here,” Helena whispered, holding her. “I’m here, Gatinha.”

Caitlin buried her face in Helena’s neck and Helena felt her shudder, heard her gasp out loud again, and realised that this was an after effect of the climax she’d just had. That or relief, Helena thought, pure relief.

They lay like that for several minutes, Helena stroking Caitlin’s hair, Caitlin’s breathing gradually steadying. The hotel room was quiet, the city visible through the gap in the curtains, lights glittering against the dark ocean.

“That,” Caitlin said eventually, “was worth the months of waiting.”

Helena kissed her hair. “We’re just getting started.”

Caitlin lifted her head, and the look in her eyes, filled with desire but also something competitive, made Helena’s pulse race. “Then take off your clothes. I need to feel you.”

“Is that an order, Gatinha?” Helena teased.

“It’s a request. From your obedient, playful and very sated kitten who has dreamed every day for months about seeing her Dona naked.”

Helena stood and took off her clothes, fully aware of how Caitlin was watching her hungrily from the bed. She took her time, made Caitlin wait, first the dress ever so slowly, then the lingerie with her back turned, drawing it out. When she was naked, she stood at the edge of the bed and let Caitlin look.

“Come here,” Caitlin said, reaching for her.

“You don’t give the orders, Gatinha. But since you asked so nicely…”

Helena climbed onto the bed and Caitlin pulled her down on top of her, their naked bodies pressing together for the first time in months, and the sensation of skin against skin, the warmth, the soft and the hard, felt so, so good after so long apart. Helena kissed Caitlin and felt Caitlin’s hands roaming her body with a desperate aggression, pulling Helena against her, gripping her hips, her ass, her thighs.

“I want to taste you,” Caitlin whispered, breaking the kiss. “Please. Let me.”

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

“Helena…”

“Gatinha.” She said it gently but with just enough dominance in her tone to make Caitlin listen. “I said I’m not done with you. Roll over.”

Caitlin obeyed, rolling onto her front, and Helena straddled her thighs, looking down at the long line of her back, the curve of her waist, the swell of her ass. She leaned down and kissed the back of Caitlin’s neck, feeling the shiver that ran through her.

“I’m going to take my time,” Helena whispered against her skin. “I’m going to touch every part of you. I’m going to remind you what it feels like to be completely mine.”

And she did. She spent the next hour reclaiming Caitlin’s body with her hands, her mouth, her tongue… touching, tasting, exploring. She used the hotel’s thick bathrobes to improvise restraints, binding Caitlin’s wrists to the headboard with the belts. She touched her and teased her. She used an ice cube from the minibar, trailing it along Caitlin’s spine, driving her wild when she followed the cold with her warm lips.

She built Caitlin up and let her fall, built her up again, pushed her further each time. She used her fingers, her tongue, different angles, different combinations. She paid attention to everything, every gasp, every moan, every move of Caitlin’s hips, and adjusted, the way she always had, reading Caitlin the way that she was sure nobody else could.

Caitlin came three more times, each more intense than the last, each drawn out by Helena’s absolute refusal to rush. The last one left Caitlin shaking so hard that Helena untied her wrists and held her, skin to skin, kissing her and whispering reassurances in Portuguese and English.

“You’re safe… You’re mine. You’re perfect. Perfeita… My magnificent, tamed Gatinha… I have you and I’ll never let you go.”

When Caitlin had recovered enough to speak she said, with a definitiveness that took Helena by surprise, “I need to touch you. I need to give you what you just gave me.”

Helena smiled and nodded, and it was as if she’d uncaged a magnificent wild beast… Caitlin was on her in seconds, rolling Helena onto her back like the force of nature she was. Her mouth was on Helena’s neck, her hands were everywhere, and Helena felt herself letting Caitlin take the lead for a while, because that was part of what made them different from everything else, respecting her strength as much as she commanded her surrender.

Caitlin went down on Helena and she knew what she was doing now… God did she know what she was doing. Caitlin had certainly not wasted those months. Helena let herself go, let herself feel, let the sounds come without trying to hide them.

When she climaxed it was so very intense, months of want all pouring out of her at once, the release of tension she’d been carrying since the moment she saw Caitlin at the reception, the sheer overwhelming reality of having this woman back between her legs again. She gripped the sheets and let her body shake, let Caitlin take her somewhere beyond thought.

Afterwards Caitlin crawled up and lay next to her, and they looked at each other in the lamp light, both flushed, both breathless and dishevelled, and both grinning like idiots.

“Hey,” Caitlin said.

“Hey.”

“I don’t ever want to go nine months without that again.”