Cadence of My Heart (12 page)

Isla snickers at her sister’s panicked expression. “I know what you look like when you’re in love, Marl. You can’t hide anything in those eyes of yours.”

“I know it’s wrong.” Marlee breaks her gaze away from Cadence. “I’ve tried not to feel this way, but she makes me so happy.”

“Are you sleeping with her?”

Horrified, her eyes wide, Marlee glares at her sister. “No! Absolutely not!”

“All right, all right.” Isla holds up a pacifying hand. “I was only asking. No need to bite my sodding head off.”

“Well, shit, Isla. What a question!”

“Touchy subject obviously.” Isla takes a sip of her lemonade, remarkably unfazed by the fact that her older sister is in love with a sixteen-year-old. “Do you
want
to shag her?”

“Isla!” Marlee’s cheeks flare red. “It’s against the law! I’m her nanny!”

Still calm, Isla shrugs. “Well, the law don’t take into account the fact that her lot marry so bloody young. If you dither about too much, you’ll lose her to somebody else, won’t you?”

Marlee sighs, wishing it were as straightforward as Isla’s making it out to be. Even if Cadence’s age wasn’t an issue, she’d still have Mister and Missus Ashlock to contend with. They want their daughter to marry someone wealthy, and without the wage she earns working for them, she doesn’t have two pennies to rub together. No-one in the Ashlocks’ social circle marries for love. Ever. Besides which, the point is moot: Cadence isn’t even ready to be deflorated. She wants to be, but she’s not, so this little discussion changes nothing.

“I’ll lose her anyway.” Marlee sips from her glass. “But she gave a relatively poor performance at her first debutante party. I highly doubt her behavior will have attracted any interest, so that might buy us some more time.”

“And is that all you want?” Isla sets her drink aside. “More time?”

Marlee fails to answer, suddenly realizing that forever wouldn’t even be long enough.

It’s a soul destroying thought.

She finishes her lemonade in silence and balances her glass on her knee, massaging her brow. “What can I do, Isla?”

“I can’t answer that for you, darl’, but I reckon you should stop punishing yourself for the way you feel at any rate. Can’t nobody help that.” Isla takes Marlee’s empty lemonade glass and gets up, beckoning Eddie over. “Come on, you little scruff bag. Let’s get lunch on.”

While Eddie follows Isla indoors, Cadence drops down on the swing seat beside Marlee. She barely has a chance to take a breath before Marlee pounces on her, pressing a deep, needy kiss on her dehydrated lips, invading her mouth with unrestrained passion.

In desperate need of oxygen, Cadence peels herself away. “Whoa, Marlee!” She smiles nervously, looking around, wondering what could’ve gotten Marlee so hungry for a kiss that she’s willing to risk getting caught. “Aren’t you worried someone will see?”

The swing seat canopy has them fairly well concealed, but Marlee’s too emotional to care anyway. She rests her forehead on Cadence’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Cadence never gets to ask what that means. Eddie returns and summons them to the kitchen, whereupon Cadence is taught how to pod peas while Marlee laughs, teases, and flirts lightly. Lunch is consumed, and an invitation to dinner is accepted, promptly followed by an invitation to spend the night. Of course, that means sharing a bed.

Marlee’s old room is now Eddie’s, so Isla offers up her bedroom to them for the night, happy to bundle with her son, even though he seems somewhat put out at the prospect of having to share a bed with his mother.

Concerned that Cadence, unaccustomed as she is to the concept of bundling, and needing to have the term explained to her, might be uncomfortable with such an arrangement, Marlee’s father asks if they mind sleeping together.

To that, Isla laughs knowingly. “I’m sure they’ll cope just fine.”

And they do.

Wearing skimpy cotton nightdresses borrowed from Isla, Marlee and Cadence clamber into bed, Cadence pausing on the way to admire herself in a mirror, declaring excitedly that she’d very much like to start wearing lingerie like this to bed every night.

The declaration receives no complaints from Marlee, who’s been poring keenly over Cadence’s sleek, cotton-clad form since she first put it on, admiring the way it clings to her hips and shows off that astoundingly curvaceous posterior. Though she’d never have considered spanking Cadence as a punishment, she’s damn well thinking about doing it now. Just a gentle slap against a bare buttock, leaving a pink handprint behind.

Would Cadence like that? Would it turn her on? Should she ask? No, not yet, she tells herself, pushing the thought to the very back of her mind. It’s too soon. Anyway, despite Isla’s encouragement, she wants to keep her promise to Cadence. She said she’d wait, and she will. She’ll kiss and caress, rubbing and thrusting against her for their mutual pleasure, but she’ll wait patiently for more, buying herself time to think of a solution to their predicament.

The latter thought must be showing in her expression, she realizes, as Cadence shuffles across the bed, her brow slightly creased.

“Are you happy?” she asks, edging closer.

Marlee forces the encroaching look of worry from her face. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier.” She reaches forward and sweeps Cadence’s bangs out of her eyes. “You have no idea what this visit means to me. Thank you so much.”

She holds her arms open, inviting Cadence against her for kisses, and once the mutually hungered for lip-locks begin, they don’t stop for several minutes. Marlee slips her hand under Cadence’s nightdress, seeking out her bum, thinking nothing of navigating inside her knickers to touch bare skin. Once her hand’s inside, she squeezes and kneads, digging her nails into Cadence’s flesh, and it’s not long before she starts to get a little carried away.

As the kissing intensifies, her hand wanders to Cadence’s hip, clutching at a delightfully prominent hip bone, sliding from hip to thigh and back again. The up and down movement tugs Cadence’s knickers lower, the fabric stretched to accommodate her hand inside.

“Marlee …” Cadence whispers against her lips.

Thinking she’s overstepped—her hand just inches away from Cadence’s most precious area—Marlee retreats to the safe zone: buttocks. But that’s not the reason Cadence whispered her name.

“My body tingles when I’m close to you like this,” she says softly, her own adventurous hand exploring the gloriously sensual, womanly shape of Marlee’s waist and hip. “It tingles and aches in different places.”

Marlee can figure out well enough where it tingles—her body’s reacting just the same—but she has to ask, “Where do you ache, darling?”

Cadence sits up, reaching for the hem of her borrowed nightdress. “Can I show you?”

Marlee nods, at a loss for words. Is this really happening? Is Cadence really going to undress in front of her? This time yesterday, she was wearing guinea pig pajamas and pretending to be asleep. Now, she’s stripping practically naked!

Marlee’s never seen Cadence’s naked body before. Sure, there have been a few close calls, but she’s never stolen even so much as a fleeting glance. Once or twice, she’s almost walked in on her getting out of the shower, or changing outfits, but she’s always been very careful to give the girl her privacy, and to show respect for her increasing maturity. Having been a teen girl herself not so far in the distant past, she knows how important personal space becomes when you’re full of hormones and racing at full tilt toward adulthood.

But those boundaries are gone.

With a swoosh of fabric, Cadence pulls the nightdress off over her head, displaying two round, smooth breasts, her nipples small, pink, and delicate.

Marlee’s gawping and she knows it. On the few occasions she’s had the very great pleasure of fondling Cadence over her clothing, she’s spent a good deal of time imagining—hoping—what her breasts might look like, worried that she might somehow look her age.

She doesn’t.

She looks beautiful, both mounds jiggling as she lies back down.

“Go on,” the ebullient teen urges a rather dumbstruck Marlee. “Touch them.” She sways her chest from side to side, making them jiggle more.

Transfixed, Marlee cups one of Cadence’s bouncing, naked breasts for the first time, finally letting out the breath she’s been holding in her lungs as she rubs her thumb over the nipple, feeling it stiffen in response.

“Mmm.” Cadence closes her eyes. “That feels good.”

“Does it take away the ache?” Marlee engulfs the entire breast beneath her palm.

“Yessssssss.”

Alternating between one breast then the other, Marlee fondles them gently, thrilled by the reaction of her nipples, both becoming so firm.

“Do you like my boobs?” Cadence looks down at herself. “I wish they weren’t so small.”

“They’re wonderful, darling,” Marlee reassures her, pinching a delightful nipple between her fingers, desperately aware that she’s salivating. “May I kiss them?”

“Uh-huh.” Cadence nods, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “I want you to kiss me everywhere.”

Fighting the urge to tear off Cadence’s knickers and press her lips elsewhere, Marlee brings her mouth to one of Cadence’s breasts, still fondling the other. She bumps her bottom lip against the nipple, letting her warm breath tease it before sucking it into her mouth.

The stiff bud is so dainty, swelling as she closes her lips around the whole areola, and Cadence whimpers as she nips it with her teeth, pulling on it ever so gently, dragging her teeth along it. She could spend the whole night like this, just kissing, licking, sucking, pinching, biting, pulling—so much kissing.

But Cadence wants more.

“Can I see yours?” She tries to sneak a peek down Marlee’s nightdress. “Can I touch them?”

Marlee’s nipples become rigid at the mere suggestion of Cadence’s touch, and she sits up, pulling her nightdress off over her head. Even the simple act of exposing herself feels deeply erotic, knowing that this is the first time Cadence has ever seen another woman’s naked breasts. Porn doesn’t count; this is the real thing. It’s Cadence’s first look, first touch, and first lick, and it’s happening with her! How divine!

Ample breasts revealed, Marlee lies on her back, honey blonde hair flowing over her chest and the pillow. Rolling over for a closer look, Cadence moves locks of hair aside, clearing the view, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Jeepers, Marlee.” She scoops one D-cup boob into her hand. “They’re so big.”

Her touch is exquisite. She’s slow, gentle, and exploratory, taking her time to learn the intricacies of Marlee’s body, absorbing every detail. She swirls her finger around the areola, making it puff up, then she brushes her palm against the nipple, feeling its erectness. Finally, she bends forward and runs her tongue over it, licking it before drawing it into her hot mouth.

Much to Marlee’s surprise, she feels an orgasm building.

“Oh, shit.” She fists Cadence’s hair the same way she would if she were receiving oral sex. “That feels incredible.”

She places Cadence’s hand on her other breast, encouraging her to knead it, pressing firmly. Both breasts are tingling, her cunt throbbing, weeping, and pulsing, erotic sensations coursing through her body.

Cadence is sucking and licking on one swollen nipple, massaging it with her tongue, using her mouth as if she’s performing cunnilingus. Is she practicing? Is this a test run? Her face is pressed against Marlee’s chest, her tongue and lips working her bedmate to climax.

Marlee’s imagination starts to run rampant. What would this feel like between her legs?

That thought sends her over the edge.

“Christ, Cady.” Shivers erupt in her body.

When she’s still again, Cadence lifts up her head. “Did you just come?”

Marlee nods. “You get me so worked up.”

“Do you always come like that?”

“Never before.” Marlee closes her eyes, relishing the echoes of her peak.

Unwilling to let her get too relaxed in case she prematurely nods off, Cadence bumps noses with her. “Marlee?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m … I need …” She doesn’t know how to ask for it. “I can feel my heartbeat in my … umm … my down there place.”

“Your cunt?” Marlee peers at her though half-closed eyes. “Go on,” she urges, smirking. “I want to hear you say it.”

A blush of shyness blooms on Cadence’s cheeks. “I can’t.”

“Why not? If you’re going to do adult things, you should use adult words.”

“Don’t make fun of me, Marlee.” Cadence pulls Marlee onto her side, their breasts pressing together. “I think I’m really wet, and I need you to touch me.”

Marlee loses the smirk. Did Cadence really just say that? Did she just ask for sex? Holy fuck. All other thoughts evaporate, and suddenly, Marlee’s entire being is consumed with the thought of making love to her paramour.

Without waiting for her to make a move, Cadence takes Marlee’s hand and pulls it down under the duvet. “Make me come, Marlee.”

She parts her legs, forcing Marlee’s hand inside her knickers.

“Cady,” Marlee whispers, her fingertips edging into a thick mound of wiry pubic hair, hesitating to go further. “Honey, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I want you to touch me the way you touched yourself last night.”

Marlee has no idea whether or not she should stop this from happening, but she puts the concern out of her mind. She
wants
to give Cadence pleasure. Working her fingers down through the full bloom of untamed curls, she finds the nub of Cadence’s clit and the top of her cleft.

“Oh, my god.” Her insides spasm as she touches her young lover for the first time.

Cadence is so wet, her skin slick and hot. Losing herself in this perfect moment, Marlee rolls Cadence onto her back, cradling her neck, kissing her as she tickles her clit. Needing more, she runs her middle finger down between Cadence’s labia, using her fore and ring fingers to add extra sensation.

When Cadence instinctively spreads her legs wider, Marlee can’t resist pushing one fingertip deeper, probing her tight opening, teasing her with the offer of penetration.

“Do you like that, darling?”

“Mm-hmm.” Cadence nods, wiggling her hips up, encouraging Marlee inside. “Feels really good.”

Spurred on by her receptiveness, Marlee pushes in all the way, moving her finger in fast circles, feeling how wonderfully tight she is.

Both of them moan. Cadence moans because she’s overcome with sensation, and Marlee moans because she’s inside Cadence. Inside hot, wet, unbelievably tight Cadence.