June Prompt: 45 (Patreon)

June Prompt: 45

Notes: Since y'all can't seem to get enough CDAD smut, here it is! :P The first time Echo uses her mouth on Gen. This actually takes place the same day as Respite, which is the morning after Gen/Echo reunite and get back to base. Enjoy!

Gen and I had woken up, talked, made love, slept, talked some more, and then went back to sleep again. Well, she’d gone back to sleep. I’d tried but ended up lying awake just to enjoy holding her. Just to keep rubbing my hand up and down her naked back because it’s what had lulled her to sleep in the first place. It had to have been over an hour and there was no sign of nightmares yet, which was just as much of a comfort to me as the fact that she hadn’t questioned her existential status during our second conversation. She was recovering from her eight-month solitude faster than I’d hoped, and, knowing her, I gave it until tomorrow that she was ready to get out and find something to do. Till then, I was perfectly happy to spend the day in bed with her.

Even though I didn’t necessarily want to wake her, I couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her forehead. And between her eyebrows. To the bridge of her nose, then the tip of it. And then I made the rounds again. The smile that graced her lips let me know I’d woken her up anyway, and when I kissed them, she kissed me back.

“Sorry,” I said quietly. “I know you’re trying to catch up on sleep.”

She tucked her head under my chin and scooted deeper into me. “I shouldn’t sleep the day away anyway,” she said, “it’s just so easy here.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

I felt her nod as she said, “Out there it was cold, and lonely, and that hunter was stalking me for weeks.” She kissed my collarbone. “But you’re so warm. I haven’t felt this safe in such a long time.”

There weren’t any words powerful enough to tell her how relieved and happy I was that we’d found her, so I hugged her to me instead. I squeezed her tight for a long minute while she returned it. Then her stomach growled.

“I was wondering when you’d be hungry,” I said amusedly.

“I’ve been hungry since this morning,” she said, finally pulling back to look at me.

I glanced back over my shoulder to check my clock. “Gen… it’s almost six pm…”

“It’s easy to ignore when you’re used to not eating,” she shrugged. “And what about you? You haven’t said anything about food either.”

“I’m starving,” I admitted. “I’ve just been enjoying this too much to say anything.”

“Maybe we should eat,” she said through a gritted, apologetic smile.

“Maybe,” I laughed. “I can go get us something.”

“NO.” Her arms tightened around me. “I’m not ready to be away from you yet.”

“So needy,” I teased.

She pinched my back and narrowed her eyes, but then a smile betrayed her as she kissed me. “Before all this, I might’ve been offended. But I won’t pretend I’m scared of needing you.” She met my gaze. “Not today.”

I cupped her face and kissed her again, and then asked, “Do you want to come with me?” But she gave a sheepish shake of her head. “Okay…” I chuckled. “Let me grab my radio, maybe Blake will bring us something.”

She let go of me reluctantly so I could climb out of bed for my walkie-talkie, but her eyes were on me the whole way. I took my radio out of my backpack and turned it on, holding down the button while I said, “Blake, come in. Do you copy?”

It took a few seconds, but then he said, “I read you.”

“Go to two,” I told him.

I changed radio channels as I turned around to face Genevieve, only to find she was still watching me. Her eyes did a sweep over my naked body, and I couldn’t help grinning at her as I was tempted to just drop the radio and jump back into bed.

“Echo?” Blake’s voice asked.

“I’m here.”

“Glad you’re alive,” he said. “I was about to send in a search party.”

“We’re alive,” I laughed. “But starving. Would you bring us something? Pretty please?”

He huffed a laugh into his radio. “Yeah, but I’m with Hayden and she just fell asleep. Can you give me forty-five minutes?”

I looked at Gen, and she nodded. “Sure,” I told Blake. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I left my radio on but dropped it back on top of my bag, passing another smile at Genevieve. “You know, we’re never going to eat if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked, but her lidded eyes made another lap over my body.

I jumped back onto the bed and crawled on top of her. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

She hummed as her arms curled around my neck. “The question is: what are you going to do about it?”

I kissed her through a grin, and then moved a series of pecks down her jawline. “I’m not going to waste a single one of these forty-five minutes.”

I pressed another soft, open kiss to her neck, paying close attention to the way her fingers threaded into my hair because they would tell me what she wanted. If she wanted me to be gentle like I had this morning. Or if she felt alive enough then that she wanted something heartier. But they didn’t grip or press my mouth harder onto her neck. She didn’t try to pull me back up to her lips so she could kiss me. She gave no indication that she was in a rush for me to do anything but cherish every moment.

So I did. I kissed every inch of skin I could get to. Marking paths across her collarbones. Landing occasional pecks on her cheeks or forehead. Teasing around the sweet spot beneath her ear before working my lips directly on it. And that altered her desire, even if just a little. As I pressed hot, wet kisses beneath her ear, her fingers began to clutch. Her hips began to press into mine and her breathing hastened. But she let me explore without trying to push things further, which left no doubt that she still wanted soft, and warm, even if the insistence of her hips hinted for passion. Hinted that she wanted something both exhilarating and deeply intimate, and as I teased the tip of my tongue against her sweet spot, I knew exactly what to give her.

My lips left that spot to kiss down her neck, and they kept going. I lavished her chest with the heat of my mouth, nuzzled the tender skin on her ribs, teased her breasts with more open kisses while I purposefully avoided using my tongue again. Because I wanted her to want it as much as I did. Wanted her to realize exactly what I was working toward, and to need it as much as she needed me.

It didn’t take long until it was clear she understood – as soon as I lowered myself enough for my mouth to reach the sensitive flesh below her naval, she knew. Her fingers combed through my hair while her eyes gained a distinct look of plea. Her hips twitched with every lingering peck I gave, and her knees parted wide as if to let me know she was ready.

I was ready, too. If we’d had more than forty-five minutes, then I might’ve kept exploring. I might’ve indulged my desire to learn every inch of her with my lips as well as I knew her with my eyes, and my hands. But there would be time for that later. Any day from here on out. Every day from here on out, because we had the rest of forever to explore each other any way we wanted.

So I lowered myself the rest of the way between her legs, but as I pressed one readying kiss to the inside of her thigh, she said, “Echo?” I hummed, setting my chin on her leg to look up at her. “It’s, um… it’s my first time.”

My eyebrows furrowed with confusion for a moment before shooting up as I asked, “You mean no one’s ever…?” I’d known she’d never given it before the first time she did it for me, but she’d had enough partners before me that I’d expected her to have at least received at some point. Only, she gave a timid smile and shook her head. “Are you not ready? I don’t have to-”

“No, no,” she said quickly, “I want you to.” She shrugged. “I just wanted you to know you’re the first.”

She wanted me to know it was special, and I smiled at her and reached for her hand, pulling it down to me to press an affectionate kiss to her knuckles. “Lay back,” I said, caressing her hip as she nodded and set her head down on her pillow.

Even though I hadn’t wanted to spend precious minutes doing anything other than pleasuring her, I had to then. Because I couldn’t just rush into it her first time. I had to give her the experience of knowing what my mouth felt like when it teased a little. Had to let her know what it felt like to finally have my tongue between her legs after making her need it.

And I took as much time as I dared. I pressed such a slow kiss to the inside of her thigh that it took several seconds for my lips to lift again. I dragged them in a line down to her knee and then pressed another kiss there. My hand stroked up the inside of her other leg, trailing to the apex of her thigh before inching back down.

My mouth made a similar journey, working its way back up from her knee and giving one kiss for every inch it traveled. The last one landed at the highest point of her thigh, and I parted my lips to leave a path of open pecks along the dividing line between her thigh and her hips.

While my mouth worked, my hand teased even more. I dragged my middle finger down the outside of her core, delicate enough that she could barely feel it, but enough that it made her shift with growing need. It was doing everything I wanted it to. Her hands were fisted in the sheets, her chest was pulsing with shallow breaths, and her lips were parted in anticipation. While my mouth followed that line back down, my middle finger slid into her just enough to indulge in her building moisture. It made her legs separate even more, opening her up to me in a way that was so tempting I was ready to give in as much as she was.

I shifted both hands to spread her and expose her completely, pressed one more kiss just beside her core to let her know it was coming, and then I dragged my tongue directly over her clit. She inhaled the sharpest, deepest breath I’d ever heard, letting it out in quick bursts as I made several gentler strokes. And when the last of that breath was let out, she smiled and threw a hand over her eyes.

“Different than you expected,” I guessed, pressing a soft kiss where my tongue had just been.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good or bad?”

“Good,” she said, letting out a huff of laughter and looking down at me. “Your tongue is hot. Like, warmer than your fingers.” I made another stroke with my tongue in response, and her hand shot down as if she was aiming for my head, but it landed on her thigh instead. “Fuck.”

“You can grab my head,” I told her.

She nodded, dropping her head back again while her fingers ran through my hair, and I didn’t wait any longer. My tongue set to work against her, and even though my hands were already familiar with how she liked to be touched, it took me several moments to learn her this way. To figure out how the tempo of my tongue should differ from when I used my fingers. To find out how much pressure she needed, and where, and in what pattern. All it took was trying different things for a few seconds at a time, until I found the combination that made her clutch harder at my head, and her back arch away from the mattress.

I focused on that spot, keeping my tongue there no matter how much her hips jolted. Following whenever the arching of her back pulled her away. And I kept my eyes up, letting her face and the hand on my head guide me. Watching to try and learn in her body language the things she never said with her words – when to slow down, when to stop, when to ease up just a little. But I don’t think there could’ve been too much if I even tried.

There was nothing I needed to do but enjoy this, and I did. I enjoyed the way she tasted, and how the hand on my head gripped just enough to encourage me. I enjoyed the way she was giving herself to me, passive and gentle and vulnerable, just like that morning. And, more than anything, I enjoyed the way her left leg began to tremble.

While we hadn’t experienced enough intimacy together for me to know all the ways she’d tell me I was doing good without saying it, I knew that this was special. Knew that the tremor in her leg would be a positive tell specific to my tongue. Specific to the way I’d opened her up to me, to the way I’d exposed the delicate nerves at her core so I could hit any and every one. Specific to the hot, wet tempo I kept pace with until she was so sensitive that her body could do nothing but shake.

The more she trembled, the harder her hand clutched at my head in desperation, until I could tell exactly how close she was to the edge. She let me know anyway. Her other hand joined the one in my hair as she breathed ‘I’m close,’ and I hummed my approval without stopping. I kept the same pace and pressure even when all at once her leg stopped shaking and her entire body stilled. And seconds later she was falling over into her silent peak.

Her mouth fell open as her back arched higher than it had. I felt her nails on my scalp as her hips throbbed into the continued stroke of my tongue, and it took several long seconds before she finally started breathing again. She panted hard and deep in time with my rhythm as I watched waves of pleasure roll through her, and she gave me every pulse she could before she collapsed back onto the mattress and let out a final sigh.

As I removed my tongue, she blew another hard breath through her lips and whispered to the ceiling, “Oh. My god.”

I pressed a gentle kiss to her core, pulling a last tremble from her abs that made her laugh breathily. Then I wiped my mouth on my forearm and lifted just enough to set my chin on her belly and stare at up her, waiting until she recovered enough to look down at me.

“There’s a joke here somewhere,” I said, “about me telling you I was good at this.”

And after eight months, I was glad she didn’t miss a beat when she said, “Well, I knew that smart mouth had to be good for something.”

I guffawed in mock offense and retaliated by blowing a raspberry on her stomach. She snorted with laughter, grabbing my head and pulling me up her body to find my lips with hers, and she kissed me through the lasting smile on her face. When she stopped, I set my forehead against hers, and we stayed like that for a long minute. Both of our eyes closed, her arms around my neck, the heat of her bare body under mine. I wasn’t sure how long it would take until just being with her wasn’t enough to make me forget everything else, but I never wanted it to end.

I would’ve stayed like that forever, but soon she kissed me again and asked, “Your turn?”

I glanced over at the clock. “I don’t know if we have time…”

And almost on cue, Blake’s voice sounded over my radio. “Echo, do you copy?” I pursed my lips and buoyed my eyebrows at Gen. “Hayden woke up a little early, so we’re on our way with food.” There was a pause, and then he added, “You better be dressed when we get there.”

“How does he always know?” I protested through a laugh.

“We’ve been cooped up in this room all day,” Gen said. “Of course he knows.”

“Good point.” I pecked her on the lips and hopped up. “You can stay in bed if you want, I’ll get the food.”

She shook her head, following me out of bed only to wrap her arms around my waist when we were both standing. “I wouldn’t mind if they stayed for a bit. I want to see the baby.”

“Okay.” I leaned back just enough to cup her face and give her a tender kiss. “I know I’ve said this about a million times today, but you know I love you more than anything in the world, right?”

She smiled, tightening her arms around my waist and pushing her face past my hands to bury it against my neck. “I know,” she said, in a soft but confident way that told me she really did. “And I love you more.”

We kissed one more time, but even as we separated to start searching for our clothes, that warmth lingered. It tethered us in a way that I felt even when I wasn’t looking at her. In a way that brought on a sense of peace like I’d never felt, even before the outbreak. And when I glanced up from pulling on my pants at the same time as her head poked through her sweater, and her eyes instantly found mine, she smiled, and I knew she felt it too.