June Prompt (2020): Opening Night (Patreon)

Notes: Here you go! Not much to say, I hope you enjoy :). I plan on posting the next prompt in April! This is Audrey and Morgan christening the new studio.

I glanced up from rinsing a paint palette in the sink and leaned around the back wall of the studio to watch Morgan at the front end. She was at the front door talking to a few customers who’d just taken part in the opening event – a free, all-ages paint night where people came in to paint their choice of a small ceramic sculpture that Morgan had premade. Everyone had seemed to really enjoy the atmosphere and the activity, and the group of three friends that Morgan was talking to were telling her just that, if the smile on her face was any indicator.

It had been all hands on deck for opening night, and everyone who’d been able to help did. There was me, ZuZu, Daisy, and Pip, as well as the two full-time staff that Morgan had hired to work at the studio starting today. We’d needed them all, too, because the studio had been packed with people coming in to paint free ceramics. While Zulema was at my side helping me wash palettes and brushes, Daisy, Pip, Paula, and Mike were out on the floor collecting people’s work for the kilns, replacing the sheets of paper that covered the tables, and all the other general clean-up.

Morgan talked to the group of friends for a couple more minutes before they all said goodnight, and then she waved at them from the door and locked up behind them. It was only a moment after the lock clicked that she swooped in behind me and wrapped me in a hug, and she must have sprinted to the back of the shop in her excitement.

“They loved it!” she exclaimed, holding me from behind as she pulled me away from the sink and picked me up to twirl me in a circle. “They said they’d love to come back if I ever did this kind of event again.”

As she set me down, ZuZu said, “There were so many people tonight.”

“I know,” Morgan said, grinning ear to ear. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can,” I told her. “You worked hard for this, and you made it something people wanted to experience.”

“And me and Rodney are definitely coming for the date night events you’re going to have,” ZuZu said. “Wine and charcuterie? You know I’m there.”

Morgan beamed at her. “I was thinking of doing a beer and pizza night too. And I want to do a parent and kid day, since, you know, wanting to share my passion was the whole point of this to begin with.”

“I think that’s an amazing idea,” I told her happily.

“Hell yeah,” ZuZu agreed. “As if it could get better than snacks and wine.”

“Did you get a lot of sign-ups for classes?” I asked.

Somehow, her smile widened even more as she said, “Three pages full.”

“Dude!” ZuZu exclaimed.

“That’s amazing!” I told her.

She hugged me again and pressed a kiss to my cheek, then told both of us, “Thanks again for helping me out.” The other four wandered back then too, and Morgan grinned around at her mom and aunt and her two staff. “Seriously, thank you all,” she said to everyone. “I couldn’t have asked for a better opening night, and I definitely couldn’t have done it without you.”

Once she finished, Pip cleared her throat and reached under the back sink for the backpack she’d put there earlier. She unzipped it and reached in, pulling out a bottle of champagne and several plastic champagne flutes.

“You didn’t,” Morgan laughed.

“Of course I did,” Pip said with a grin. “You deserve it.”

Pip passed out a plastic cup to each of us, and while Daisy filled hers with water, Pip popped the cork on the champagne. We all clapped and cheered when it popped, and then talked and laughed for another half an hour while we drank our champagne and celebrated the successful night. It was a blast, but eventually everyone’s energy faded, and Morgan and I thanked them again for the help and said goodbye. ZuZu was the last to leave, and she offered to stay and help finish washing the palettes and brushes, but we assured her we could finish and locked up behind her.

Then Morgan and I turned away from the front door and windows and just stood there. For almost a minute we stared quietly at the empty studio, silently processing how perfectly the night had been. Then Morgan let out an excited squeal and reached over to grab me. She lifted me off my feet and spun me around again, and then set me down and skipped across the studio toward the back.

“Can you believe it?” she asked, with her arms held out to gesture at it all.

I laughed and followed her back to the sinks. “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you,” I told her.

“And I,” she emphasized, “can’t tell you how much I love and appreciate you.” I grinned at her in response, and she sighed and fell back to lean against the edge of the sink. “How is it possible to be so happy and so exhausted at the same time?”

I leaned forward against her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Because you’ve been working nonstop for over a week to get all this ready, and it paid off.”

Her arms circled my shoulders, and she pressed a kiss to my forehead as she sighed, “Yeah.”

“You ready to go home?” I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her.

She hummed uncertainly and then pecked me on the lips. “As tired as I am, I’m kind of not ready for the night to be over. Unless you really want to go home?”

“We can stay,” I told her. “There are some brushes left to wash.”

“Eh,” she said, squeezing me to her a little tighter. “They’re soaking. They can wait till tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I said, and I rested my chin on her shoulder and we stood there for a few more quiet moments to bask in the success. Before long, though, I recognized the way her fingers began to idly caress between my shoulder blades, and I leaned away again to take in the glint in her eyes, and even though I already knew, I asked, “Did you have something in mind?”

“Well…” she drawled, sliding her hands down my back as her eyes canted toward the door to the back room of the studio, “I’ve got a perfectly sturdy table back there.”

“You haven’t had enough of ceramics tonight, huh?” I teased.

She mock glared at me as she moved her arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet, using one of her hands to guide my legs around her hips. “Now you know damn well,” she said, carrying me through the door, “that that’s not what I meant.”

She kicked the door closed behind us so we were completely hidden from the windows at the front of the studio, and brought me over to sit me on the edge of her personal sculpting table. The moment she set me down and her hands were free, they immediately went for the button of my jean shorts.

“Wasting no time, I see,” I laughed.

She paused to look up at me with a mischievous, if not slightly embarrassed, smile. “We’ve been so focused on getting the studio ready this week that we haven’t…” She slid her hands down my thighs, and then back up and around my hips as she whined, “I need you.”

“Well,” I murmured, cupping her face and leaning down to find her lips with my own. “If you need me.”

She only let me kiss her tenderly once before pulling me closer and deepening it, and if the amount of time it’d been since we were last intimate wasn’t enough to already get me going, then her hunger was. Because she meant it when she said she needed me, and she wasn’t holding back one bit. Her kiss was instantly open and searching and desperate, and her hands were already grasping at any part of me they could. My hips. My thighs. They worked under my shirt to clutch at the small of my back and then slid around the front to shift upwards to my chest, and she only massaged that spot for a moment before dropping back down to find the button of my shorts.

She wasn’t wasting any time. While her fingers worked on the button and zipper, her mouth left mine to kiss along my jaw. Her open lips met the tender spot beneath my ear and then trailed down my neck, pausing for a moment to latch onto the muscle beside my pulse. My head lolled sideways as the heat of her mouth pressed into that spot, but it only lasted as long as it took her to finish with my shorts, and she moved on.

She wasn’t wasting any time. She set her hand on my shoulder to guide me backward, until I was lying flat on the table with my legs still hanging over the edge. I let my eyes drift shut, focusing on every delicate feeling as her mouth wandered down to my collarbone and then ventured as far as the low neckline of my shirt would let her. And when it finally cut her off, her grazing hand slid up my stomach, bringing my shirt with it to present a new patch of skin to her mouth. Her tongue landed first against the tender flesh below my ribs, and then her teeth followed in such a delightfully shocking way that I whimpered from the jolts it sent through me.

She wasn’t wasting any time, and she didn’t linger at that spot. She kissed her way to the center of my belly and then downward, leaving a trail of wet, open pecks as her fingers hooked over the hemline of my shorts and underwear. She shimmied both of them down at the same time, her mouth instantly finding newly exposed skin between my hips as she continued to slide my garments past my knees and to my ankles, where she blindly tugged off my shoes so she could push my clothing to the floor.

Then her hands skimmed back up my calves and thighs, and she only paused the kisses she was planting for a moment when they reached my hips so she could grasp and pull me nearer the edge of the table. And while her mouth picked up the open pecks between my hips, she hooked one of her arms under my thigh to bring my leg up over her shoulder, and then used her other hand to push the opposite knee onto the table and outward. It exposed all of me to her, and she wasn’t wasting any time.

Her mouth followed the curve of my hip downward to the bend at the apex of my thigh, and then it skipped inward, straight to my core. Her tongue pressed into the delicate flesh there, and I let out a gasp as she found my clit, my hands shooting down so my fingers could find purchase in her hair. She picked up a motion that she knew from experience I loved, but in her desperation, it was harder. Firmer. More. So much more than I was expecting, and my fingers tangled deeper into her hair at the sheer intensity of it, and maybe I needed this just as bad as she did, because she’d only made a few strokes with her tongue and I could already feel the tension building.

I couldn’t help letting out a moan as I tried to open my knees even further, wanting to give her everything I could. And she seemed to know that, because the hand that wasn’t holding my knee on the table joined her mouth, pushing the hood of my clit back to expose even more of me to her tongue, and the bolt of sensitive pleasure shot straight to my lungs.

I gasped, already in so much euphoria that I could barely get air as I breathed, “I’m not going to last.”

Morgan didn’t even stop what she was doing to answer with words, she just hummed her permission, and it was a gratified kind of sound that vibrated through me and made every muscle from my thighs to my abs tense with the thrill. I was panting for air, struggling to breathe as the feeling of climax coiled more and more tightly around every nerve ending in my body, until I was only a few strokes away from not being able to hold it back. And her tongue didn’t stop. It circled once, twice, and on the third pass, I was gone.

My back arched away from the table as my fingers clutched tightly at her hair, and I let out a loud moan to the ceiling as those coils snapped. Wave after wave of uncontainable bliss rolled through me, swelling to a new peak with each continuing stroke of her tongue. It kept me going, surging to every point of my body until there wasn’t a single muscle with any tension left. Then the waves slowed and weakened until she couldn’t draw another pulse out of me, and I collapsed back onto the table with a deep, heavy sigh.

I released her head from my grasp to throw a hand to my own forehead and say, “It’s definitely been too long.”

She chuckled against my skin as she lifted her lips to my hip, planting a final kiss there before gently removing my leg from her shoulder and straightening up to look at me. She watched me recover for a minute and then bent over to gift more kisses where she could, to the still exposed spots on my stomach and chest. She gave several soft, affectionate pecks before straightening up again and asking, “You need another minute?”

I glanced down at her to see that she was giving me a toothy grin to mask her impatience, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed myself upright. “No, I’m good.”

“Yeah?” she asked.

I grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her forward to plant a kiss on her lips. “More than good,” I told her with a satisfied smile, and then she kissed me quickly again before backing up so I could slide off the table.

Once I was on my feet, I didn’t bother with my clothing. I grabbed Morgan’s hips and spun us around, pushing her back against the edge of the table while my lips found hers and my hands found the button of her jeans. “You want something specific?” I asked against her mouth.

She cupped my face, kissing me deeply for a couple of seconds before pulling away to answer, “Same thing?”

I finished with her button and zipper, and then lowered myself down her body as I pushed her pants and underwear down to her ankles. She let out a breathy sigh as I planted an open peck to her inner thigh, and I let my mouth tease the sensitive skin there and up her the side of her hip while I undid the zippers on her boots. When those zippers were undone, I gave one last kiss as close to her core as I could and then stood and patted the table behind her. She hopped up, watching with anticipation while I removed her boots and then slid her clothing the rest of the way past her ankles and feet.

As her garments were discarded to the floor, I kissed her again and gently raked my nails up her thighs, and she hummed into my mouth as it sent a shiver through her. “Actually,” she whispered, “I want your fingers too.”

“Okay,” I said, and took her bottom lip briefly between my teeth before I let her go and said, “Lie down.”

She did so eagerly, dropping back so readily that her shoulders thudded against the thick wood, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I grabbed each of her legs. I guided her into the same position she had me, with one of her legs over my shoulder while my hand kept her other out of the way on the table. And because I knew she was even more desperate for this than I’d been, I didn’t make her wait. I lowered my mouth straight to her core, planting one soft, delicate kiss against her before parting my lips to meet her with my tongue.

She let out a long, relieved groan as one of her hands shot to her own head and the other reached for the edge of the table. “Yeah,” she breathed, already panting as I picked up a steady rhythm against her, “I’m not going to last either.”

I hummed knowingly and brought my free hand between us, finding her entrance with my middle finger and slipping it slowly inside her as she drew in a hard, deep breath at the feeling. And I couldn’t blame her. The amount of moisture between her legs left no mystery to just how badly she needed this, and so it came as no surprise as I withdrew my hand to make another thrust that she murmured, “Two.”

I added my ring finger as I pushed into her again, and she let out a sighing moan as she vigorously nodded her approval. And though I couldn’t help smiling at her eager endorsement, I didn’t let it distract me from what I was doing. I doubled down instead. I hooked my fingers upward with my next push to find that sensitive spot inside her, and focused the tip of my tongue on the place I knew she liked best. The reward was immediate. Her nails scrabbled at the edge of the table as the slight arc in her back increased. Her breathing picked up even more, so that she was releasing the softest whimper with every other exhale, and it made me want to do my absolute best.

So I concentrated on every little detail that I could. I stroked the side of her thigh with the hand that was holding her leg over my shoulder, so she’d be even more stimulated by the extra touch. I timed each thrust of my hand with the rhythm of my tongue to make every few strokes even more acute. And I let her get a fresh breath after every moan before driving my fingers as deep as I could to make her moan all over again.

I could tell by the jaggedness of her breathing when she was getting closer to the edge, and the closer she got, the more I increased my pace and intensity. My tongue lapped harder at the place that made her legs tremble. My fingers pressed deeper into her G-spot every time I withdrew to thrust into her again. And before I knew it, her breathing seemed to stop completely.

She took in one long, deep breath and held it until my next push inside her, and then she tightened around my fingers as the rest of her fell apart. Her breathing turned shallow and rapid, and she moaned with each new exhale as her hips rolled against my hand and mouth. The table wouldn’t give under her grasp and so she dug her fingers into my shoulder instead, so that I could feel the pulse of each pleasured wave come through her grip, and the leg over my shoulder shuddered with each continued stroke of my tongue until she had nothing left to give.

She collapsed back onto the table, curling into herself from the sensitivity with the last few gentle strokes I gave before pulling away. I set my cheek against her thigh to watch her face, to see her smile and hum with her eyes shut as I slowly withdrew my fingers to stop touching her completely. She lay like that for half a minute without opening her eyes, quietly regaining her breath with that soft smile still on her face.

It was without opening her eyes that she held out her hands and flexed her fingers to indicate that she wanted me, and I laughed and moved to stand more closely between her hips, so I could rest my upper body onto hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I tucked mine under the sides of her shoulder blades, and we lay like that for another minute in satisfied silence.

“Now I’m ready for bed,” she finally said.

I huffed a laugh, lifting myself up enough to plant a kiss on the side of her chin. “I’ll drive us home.”

But when I tried to straighten up completely, her arms tightened around my neck. “One more minute, Caplan.”

“Okay,” I laughed, dropping myself back onto her.

And I wasn’t going to rush her, no matter how tired and eager we were to be home. I was intent on staying like that with her for as long as she wanted, because I knew that this was just the first of many memories to come in her new studio, and I was going to cherish every moment.