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Author’s Note
Pepper’s Penance is a slow burning romance that unfolds over the course of twenty-three chapters. This is not a wham-bam story. But, if you’re into that sort of thing, I think you’ll like this one.
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Chapter 18: After the L Drop
“My words get me in trouble sometimes,” Pepper said. “Actually, a lot. I shouldn’t have–“
“No. I reacted… My fault… It was just unexpected, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry, can we just pretend–“
“No. No, you don’t… You can’t take it back, Pepper.”
“Well, you’re all freaked out. I feel like it’s my fault.”
I lifted my head and began straightening myself out to lie beside her. “You can’t take it back,” I said. “Because, I love you. I’m just too chickenshit to say it first.”
I felt a tear leaking from my eye and dropped my on Pepper’s shoulder before she could see it. She reached out and wiped it away anyway.
“It’s fine,” I said.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m just a little verklempt.”
“Ver– what?”
“Overwhelmed. You’ve never?”
Pepper shook her head.
“Hmm.”
“You gonna be okay, Ash?” Pepper touched her fingertip to my cheek. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. It’s just that… well…”
“Pepper.” I sniffled. “I love you, too. It’s okay. I’m just… I wasn’t sure you felt the same way. I mean, you made me dinner. I kind of figured, but…”
“I’m not the most open person.”
“No shit.”
“Ash.”
“I know, baby.” I sniffled again. “I’m just happy. Surprised, but happy.”
“So you’re crying? You’re so weird.”
“Pepper. Remember what you said about you and words?”
“Yeah?”
“You should probably shut up now.”
Pepper scrunched up her face for a second and then leaned down to lay a peck on my lips.
“You taste like pussy,” she said.
“You said my name. Remember that? When you were speaking in tongues, you said my name.”
“I love you, Ashley.”
“I love you, Pepper.”
We made goo-goo eyes at each other for something like five minutes–Pepper lying in a sweaty heap and me resting my head on her shoulder–neither of us feeling the need to speak.
I lifted my head. “You wanna–“
“Fuck?”
“I was going to say, touch up your henna, but–“
“You don’t want to go at it again?”
“Yeah, but… just enjoy your glow for a while. We don’t have to cram it all in at once.”
Pepper raised an eyebrow.
“Besides,” I said, “I hatay escort was hoping you might spend the night.”
“And what, call around for U-Haul rentals in the morning? Are you trying to domesticate me, Ash? Already?”
“I was hoping… oh, forget it.” I dropped my head back on Pepper’s shoulder.
“Morning sex is the best, isn’t it?” she whispered.
“I love you.”
We picked up the goo-goo eyes where we left off. I must have lasted ten minutes this time. It ended with Pepper asking me for a wash cloth.
“You gonna get your glue bottle?” Pepper smirked and flopped down onto her stomach. She tucked her hands up under her chin and sighed. “I was thinking something across my shoulders would be nice.”
I touched the tip of my finger to the bare skin of her left shoulder blade and dragged it slowly to the right, while Pepper shivered enough to shake the bed. “Any particular design?” I said.
“I leave myself in your capable hands.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I pinched her butt and got up to find my henna paste.
“I trust you,” she hollered after me.
I turned to Trixie, who had sprawled out on the area rug by the couch. “She trusts me.”
Trixie opened one eye, sighed, and closed it again. She either didn’t care or wasn’t surprised. I was kind of leaning toward ‘wasn’t surprised’ myself. Not that Trixie and I were super tight, but she was probably Pepper’s best friend, so her opinion carried some weight.
“She trusts me,” I mumbled to myself.
I found the bottle and shook it to make sure it hadn’t dried up. Pepper was still relaxing, with her post orgasmic glow giving some extra color to her cheeks. I paused for a moment to remind myself I was the one who put it there.
“I’m thinking flowers,” I said, resting one knee on the side of the bed and hoisting myself up. “I think you look good in flowers.”
“I think I look good in your bed.” Pepper let out a contented sigh.
I grinned and shook up the henna bottle one more time, causing the bed to shimmy.
“Lie still,” I said, climbing up to straddle her waist.
“Ash. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” I touched my finger to the back of her neck and dragged a line toward me, almost down to the small of her back. Pepper shivered.
I started the center of a flower right about the same place I had my finger start its journey. Pepper’s shivering had stopped, replaced by a low moan.
“Feels nice,” she said. “A ığdır escort little chilly, but nice.”
I added a single, looping petal. It was a big one. In mind, I pictured a large flower in the center, with vines trailing out to each shoulder, and smaller flowers popping out along the way. I laid a row of dots around the outside of my first petal and started in on a second.
Pepper shivered again.
“Do you want a blanket?”
“I want you.”
“If I stop now, you’re going to look pretty silly in the morning, with only a two petal flower sticking up on the back of your neck.” I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Um…”
“That was a rhetorical question.” I sat up, reached around and slapped her on the ass. “Lie still. Stop talking.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Stop talking.”
Pepper chuckled, but otherwise remained silent.
I managed to get a third and a fourth petal drawn without much fuss. Halfway around the flower Pepper started to shimmy a little, but managed to keep herself in check. In the end, her buttocks clenched with every decorative dot I laid.
“I’ll let you recuperate a little, huh?”
“If you say so.”
I leaned forward again. “Stop talking,” I said, and nipped her on the shoulder.
“Mmm,” was her only response.
“I’m thinking a flower here.” I lowered my mouth and swirled my tongue.
Pepper quivered.
“And another one here.” I kissed my way toward her neck before drawing it with the tip of my tongue.
She clenched.
“And a vine in between.” I laid a wet trail between the two.
She moaned.
“But it’s really not that late, so we’ve got time if you need to rest.”
Pepper didn’t answer, unless moaning counts. I really didn’t give her much of a chance anyway, as I continued planting kisses and describing where I thought the flowers should go.
I slid back, so that I was straddling her thighs, and with my hands trailing over her sides, I continued down her back, leaving kisses in my wake.
As I moved downward, I felt the little patch of moisture I had left where I was sitting before. I straddled her thigh, leaving more of a trail as I worked my way down.
Pepper’s moaning had changed pitch. It was deeper, throatier. Just listening to her–knowing it was me causing it–gave me a little twinge down below and I rubbed harder against the back of her thigh.
I moved some more, spurred on by the musky smell in the air ısparta escort that wasn’t just coming from me. I could almost taste her on my tongue from our previous passion. I pressed harder against her thigh.
There was no way I was flexible enough to get my mouth where I wanted it to be and still maintain contact. The idea of getting another taste of her won out. I flopped over, landing between her legs and slid my fingers down to provide the friction I needed.
I tried to coax her hips up with my remaining hand. Pepper started to roll onto one side. “Let me help,” she said, and started turning a slow circle on the mattress.
“Your henna,” I blurted. “It’s–“
“Ash. Stop talking.”
Before I could protest, Pepper spun herself around and had me on my back underneath her. I was staring up at her glistening folds and reaching for her hips.
“It won’t smear if I’m on top,” she said.
I latched on and pulled Pepper to my mouth. I felt her tongue touch me at the same time. We both moaned in unison. Across the room, Trixie let out a long sigh, as if to say, “There they go again.”
And we did. Again. And again.
As Pepper worked her magic, I was reminded of our first time in her bedroom–Natalie’s bedroom–and the presence of her that was so heavy in that room. But tonight… tonight was different. Tonight was free and unfettered by the past. Tonight was a glorious union of the flesh and more.
I pressed my tongue deep between Pepper’s moist folds, savoring every taste, not purely for mutual pleasure, but because of love. Tonight I was overflowing with love for her and I wanted her to feel every bit of it. Selfishly, I wanted her to feel the same about me.
If the way my eyelids were starting to flutter was any indication, I would have to say that Pepper was pretty determined to fill me with love. If not love, then enthusiasm. She was very enthusiastic about it.
That’s the word I kept coming back to as my thighs started shaking–enthusiasm. And love.
I sucked a breath as a shiver ran the length of me.
I tried my best to keep up my end of the bargain, licking and slurping my love for Pepper.
The crudeness of that thought hit me just as Pepper was driving me onward to release. I think I snorted a laugh at the idea of licking my love for her. Though I wasn’t quite sure because of my current state, and if I did, it was brief, with time coming to a stop shortly after.
I felt my muscles tense. My back arched involuntarily, driving the back of my head into the pillow. I let out a deep groan as pin pricks of stars exploded behind my eyelids. Pepper cooed something as she pushed me over. If I’m not mistaken, in all my moaning and carrying on, I think she was telling me how much I needed this.
