Sing, Canary - Ashley Amy Page 0,30

you."

"You're doing it now," she whispered, stepping closer to me. Her eyes followed the length of my petite body. She swallowed as she drew nearer. "Would it be odd to ask you to help me feel better?"

"Intimacy is something everyone craves when they hurt, but I don't want to take advantage of you, Lyra." I tried extremely hard to keep my eyes on her face.

"I know that, Simone. I just remember the feeling you gave me in the cafeteria, and I've wanted it again."

"I don't want to be the reason your feathers turn dark," I whispered to the angel.

"My creator has already given me permission with you as long as you start it." I could see how this scared her. How much she wanted me as much I wanted her.

I came in here to see if I could seduce her, but now I was afraid. Though, I knew once again an angel couldn't lie.

Gently caressing her cheek, I let my hand follow the length of her jawline. Forcing her chin down, I craned up to kiss her.

It was soft but intimate. My calm seemed to soothe her aching soul. Knowing she responded to me in such a way, I deepened the kiss.

We shared a heated moment that built into our hands, running up and down each other. I moved us closer, breast to breast.

I showed Lyra the beautiful stimulation that came from her first female lover. Moving, I gyrated our diamond tips against each other. Soon, she began moving as well, matching my pace. This was a first experience for her, and I wanted to show her the bliss of it all.

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Lyra

Simone knew what she was doing. Her hands were so sure as they moved along my body. I let my back rest against the wall as she stood under the spray of the water.

Her short hair clung to her chin as her bangs fell over her pretty, slanted eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Lyra?”

“Y-yes,” I gasped at the simple sensation of her slim fingers skimming my breasts. “B-but there’s one t-thing y-you should know.”

“What would that be?” Her eyes glinted with the mischief I enjoyed about her. They showed she hadn’t lost all her luster to the pain Barcel put her through.

“You are not the only person-”

Simone placed a finger to my lips as hers quirked up. I loved feeling her smooth skin against the curve of my lips.

“Lyra, you are not a lesbian like me. I understand I will not be enough to satisfy you.” Her eyes moved down my body, burning even hotter, taking in more of my naked flesh. “You will be enough for me.”

Without another word, Simone kissed me heatedly. The water still fell over her delicate body as it bounced against her skin. The sound was soothing and exciting as it played the soundtrack to our intimacy.

“Simone, why would you want someone who loves another?” I asked her, parting our lips just enough for my breath to caress her open mouth.

“I rarely get aroused, Lyra. I don’t like company unless I’m pursuing it. I like you more than I should, and I feel the excitement you’re creating in me more than I have anyone else. I just know I won’t be enough for you because I like my space.”

“You miss your independence,” I concluded.

“I do, but I’ve always teetered on being asexual.”

I studied the woman who liked other females as she spoke seriously. Something within her worked differently than most, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

It made me more curious about her. This time, I stepped into her space, joining her under the falling water.

As it cascaded down our close bodies, my hand moved with a little more possessiveness. The tremble was gone as I stroked her beautiful face.

“And right now? Right now, you feel something?” I let my lips graze her ear as I softened my voice.

Angling my face, I positioned myself to see her expression better. Her teeth sank into the corner of her bottom lip as her eyes closed. She was captivatingly beautiful.

“Yes, Lyra. I always feel it when I’m around you.” She shivered, using a husky tone.

This time, I lowered my mouth to hers first. From our previous kisses, I knew what she liked. My teeth nipped the very spot hers were just at.

Sucking on her lip, I felt her gasp against my mouth. This only encouraged me to go farther.

Our bodies pressed against the other as we weaved our thighs. The water was cold, but our