by Fiona Riley
“You. Were. So. Cute.” Abby’s eyes shined.
“Correction. I am so cute. Just because I’m older doesn’t mean I’m any less cute.” Sasha pointed between her face and the little smiling face on the picture. She mimicked the smile as best she could. “See?”
Abby leaned back in mock examination. “Well, I’d argue that your teeth are significantly better now.”
“Now that I have teeth.”
“Yes. Teeth are nice. You have nice teeth,” Abby noted.
“You’re easy to please.” Sasha nudged her with her elbow.
“Are you calling me easy?” Abby scoffed.
“I wouldn’t dare. But you did sleep with me on our third date.” Sasha tickled Abby’s side again, leaning closer to her in the process.
“I don’t recall much sleeping.” Abby wiggled under Sasha’s touch, but she stayed close.
Sasha let her eyes drop to the pink gloss on Abby’s lips. She thought about that night, that date. She thought about the heat between them and the spark that ignited. She wanted to feel that again. “I feel comfortable saying that was the best date of my adult life. Hands down. No questions asked.”
“Your adult life, huh? Is this the time you tell me about the high school lesbianism you hinted at before?” Abby was making no attempt at eye contact. Her gaze seemed to trace the outline of Sasha’s hand, which had ceased tickling and instead rested on her thigh.
Sasha moved her hand up on Abby’s thigh and was rewarded when Abby stifled a moan. She leaned close to reply, “I dabbled a bit here and there. After school, at weekend parties, under the bleachers. But like I said, I never got any action in my childhood bedroom. If I’m being honest, I got most of my hands-on training in college.”
Abby licked her lips and looked up at Sasha, her pupils large and dark as she asked, “And were you a good student in college?”
“The best.” Sasha doubted they were talking about her academics.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Abby’s hands gripped at Sasha’s shirt, tugging her off the couch. “Why don’t you show me that bedroom you keep talking about? Maybe we can, oh, I don’t know, turn your luck around up there?”
Sasha didn’t have a chance to think, let alone agree, before Abby’s lips were on her own. Abby was pressed against her, pulling at her shirt, sucking on her lips. That passion from their date flared and Sasha had no desire to extinguish it.
They stumbled up the stairs, Sasha climbing up backward so as not to break away from Abby’s mouth. By the time they fell through the door into her room, Abby had Sasha’s shirt off, the fabric bunched in her fist while she palmed at Sasha’s breast with her other hand. Sasha’s arms were around Abby, holding her close when the backs of her knees hit the bed. They tumbled onto it and Abby was on her in a flash.
Sasha shifted up the bed, scooting toward the headboard, when she came in contact with something large and hard. She paused and Abby stopped kissing her.
“What? Everything okay?” Abby was adorably flustered, her lips kiss-bruised, and her hair coming loose from the delicate braid of earlier.
“Yeah. Yes.” Sasha looked at the offending object and laughed. “Hold on a second.”
It was a box with all of her athletic trophies from her high school days. Her mother had warned her that she was clearing out the sun porch to make room for her father’s growing medical equipment collection. Evidently her mother had been in here recently. When she unceremoniously shoved the box off the bed, the contents clanged and jingled as it hit the floor.
Sasha grabbed Abby by the collar of her shirt and pulled her back down to her lips.
“So I take it that whatever that is, it isn’t important.” Abby teased kisses around Sasha’s mouth, kissing her briefly before traveling to Sasha’s neck and sucking the skin there.
“Not even close to being as important as this.” Sasha’s hand was under Abby’s shirt, scratching at her abdomen. Abby’s stomach was firm but soft. Her abdomen flexed and lengthened as she climbed up Sasha’s body. Sasha reveled in the feel of Abby’s body under her hands.
Abby’s hands worked to undo Sasha’s belt while she continued to lavish attention on the soft, sensitive skin of Sasha’s neck. Sasha shuddered when Abby’s tongue hit a particularly erogenous spot. “I could suck on this skin all day. You’re delicious.”
Sasha was soaked. She couldn’t remember another time she had been so turned on so quickly. She pulled Abby’s shirt over her head and threw it off to the side. Abby was a vision in an off-white lace bra. Her breasts strained against the flimsy lace cups and Sasha’s mouth watered at the outline of perky nipples just inches from her lips. Sasha was panting now. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Abby released Sasha’s belt and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off Sasha before climbing back on top of her, straddling her as she claimed her mouth again. Abby’s hands cupped Sasha’s still-clothed breasts, tweaking her nipples in frustration. “Take this off, Sash.” She snapped Sasha’s bra strap and licked her lips.
She leaned forward and licked the swell of Abby’s left breast, while she unhooked her own bra, sliding it off her arms and dropping it off the bed. Once her breasts were free, Abby’s hands were on them, massaging and teasing the skin, making it almost impossible for Sasha to keep tending to the soft skin above Abby’s nipple. She tugged down on the offending cup and freed Abby’s left nipple, sucking it into her mouth hungrily. Abby moaned and her hand was in Sasha’s hair, holding her lips in place. Sasha maneuvered the rest of the bra out of the way and savored the weight of Abby’s other breast in her hand, her nipple in her mouth. Abby abandoned Sasha’s breasts in favor of massaging Sasha’s scalp, which would have disappointed Sasha had Abby not then begun to grind her hips down on Sasha’s abdomen.
“You are so fucking hot, baby.” Sasha worked her mouth across Abby’s chest to her other nipple as she dragged her fingers down Abby’s abdomen, punctuating her statement with a gentle scratch to the taut skin below her hand. Abby hissed and threw her head back as Sasha unbuttoned her pants and pulled at her panties. “I want to see you naked, Abs. Can you get naked for me?”
Abby moaned again as Sasha gripped her sides and pulled her down to her mouth. She worked her tongue against Abby’s, matching her grind roll for roll. She kissed her hard and fast until she couldn’t catch her breath, and then Abby was off her, slipping out of her pants and helping Sasha pull down the covers of her childhood bed.
“I’ve never been so happy to fuck in a twin bed.” Abby’s lips were on the skin under her ear, her body pressed flush against Sasha’s. The sensation of their naked flesh rubbing breast to breast, thigh to thigh, was making Sasha’s clit throb.
“Yeah? Why’s that, babe?” Sasha’s hand trailed down Abby’s naked back to her thong, toying with the waistband before grabbing the exposed flesh of her ass hard and pulling Abby’s core against hers in a practiced roll.
“Fuck,” Abby cried out before she sucked Sasha’s earlobe between her lips.
“You were saying?” Sasha could feel the heat of Abby’s center against her own. She wanted to feel how wet she was, too. She’d bet anything that Abby was dripping like she was. She released her ass and slid inward, the tips of her fingers brushing against the swollen lips of Abby’s sex from behind. The barely there material of Abby’s thong was long since soaked through and moved easily aside to grant Sasha the access she so desperately sought. Sasha vibrated with excitement at the thought of entering Abby. She wanted so badly to be inside her. “What was that about fucking in a twin?”
Abby groaned as Sasha swirled her fingers in her wetness. Abby bit down on Sasha’s earlobe when she entered her with two confident fingers and pumped her hips down in response, pulling Sasha in deeper. She panted in Sasha’s ear as they began to work on a rhythm, Sasha thrusting in with Abby pumping down and back against her open hand. “This bed. It’s the perfect size.” Abby’s breath was short and fast. “No matter where I am on it, I’m on you, too. Twin
for the win.”
Sasha connected their lips as she slipped a third finger in Abby on the next thrust. Abby moaned in pleasure and Sasha wondered if she could come from the sounds Abby was making alone. It seemed more than likely when Abby grabbed at her breasts to anchor herself. Her fingers tweaked and pulled at Sasha’s nipples in time with her thrusts, and Sasha felt herself start to shake and twitch, her body winding up as Abby started to reach her peak.
“Oh, fuck. Sasha, don’t stop,” Abby pleaded and Sasha kissed her harder, trying to show her that she had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Not when Abby was so wet in her hand she was practically slipping out of her. Not when Abby’s thighs gripped Sasha’s hips so tightly it almost hurt. No. She had no intention of stopping until Abby couldn’t come anymore.
“You are so tight, Abby.” Sasha strained to curl her fingers inside Abby to prolong the pleasure for them both. Abby’s muscles pulsed and pulled her in deeper yet again.
Abby pulled back from Sasha’s lips long enough to beg, her hands abandoning Sasha’s chest in favor of gripping at her shoulders. “Sasha. Baby, please. Please.”
Sasha nodded and leaned up again, curling her fingers and stroking backward as Abby rolled her hips against her hand. “Kiss me, Abby. Kiss me while you come.”
Abby kissed her with such passion that Sasha lost her breath. Abby followed suit as her hips bucked and her muscles clenched around Sasha’s fingers. Abby’s orgasm rolled through her so fiercely that Sasha’s clit twitched in response. They were so close, so tightly pressed together that every shudder Abby endured quaked back against Sasha, priming her for her own orgasm.
“Jesus. Fucking A, that was…unreal.” Abby gasped and crumpled against her, her head on Sasha’s chest as she caught her breath.
Sasha laughed, taking the opportunity to breathe in the smell of Abby’s perfume mixed with their combined sweat. It was intoxicating.
Abby shifted and when her thigh rubbed against Sasha’s swollen sex, she shuddered. Abby looked up at her and shifted again, smiling when Sasha’s reaction was the same, only amplified this time. Abby kept eye contact with Sasha as she lowered her lips to the skin between Sasha’s bare breasts. “Remember before when I told you I could suck on your skin all day? That I thought you were delicious?”
Abby moved lower and Sasha had a hard time forming words. “Yes.”
Abby hummed, her tongue dragging slow zigzags down Sasha’s abdomen, stopping to suck on one of the defined abs Sasha worked so hard to maintain. She had never been so glad she put in those extra hours at the gym between calls at the station as she was in this moment.
When Abby’s nose brushed against Sasha’s navel, she curled up reflexively. This was too much and not enough all at the same time. She clawed at her own thigh for something to do with her hands as Abby licked across the band of her panties, pulling them down with her mouth.
“I think the only way to really prove that statement is”—Abby kissed the inside of her thigh as her hands worked the soaked panties off her hips, exposing Sasha’s naked, quivering sex to the cold room air—“to taste you.”
Sasha couldn’t stop the whine that tumbled from her lips in response to Abby’s slow torture. She felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest when Abby’s mouth began to tease at her opening. Sasha nearly fainted when Abby sucked on her swollen lips, spreading them with her tongue to flick across her clit.
Sasha’s hips bucked up in response and Abby’s hand pressed her back to the bed, her lips and tongue everywhere at once. Sasha closed her eyes and let her head drop back as Abby’s mouth brought her to a new level of ecstasy she’d never experienced before. She gripped Abby’s hair, more to ground herself than for anything else, but when Abby’s fingers entered her, Sasha’s resolve faded. She cried out as she came hard and fast in Abby’s mouth, the climax coming on so quickly it surprised her.
Abby stayed between her legs, sucking and licking until it became too much for Sasha to bear. The intensity of the tremors felt like one long-drawn-out orgasm sending little shock waves while it ramped up and slowed down, only to repeat again.
“I think I’m dead.” Sasha spoke to test her theory that she had died and gone to heaven. This was heaven, right? An endless orgasm from an amazingly attractive woman who showed no signs of stopping. At all. Ever.
Abby sucked on her clit in response and Sasha was sure then that her life had ended. If this was the eternity she was destined for, then so be it.
“I sure hope not,” Abby purred against her and another wave shook through her. “I’m hoping to do that again, immediately.”
Sasha cursed. “Which part?”
Abby pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and Sasha felt her settle on her chest, her body spread over Sasha’s in a warm blanket of sex-sticky flesh. It was exquisite. “All the parts.”
Sasha opened her eyes and looked down. Abby was propped up on her elbows, her chin resting on Sasha’s sternum between her breasts. Abby dragged her thumb and forefinger under her lips, wiping her mouth, and Sasha had a revelation. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. And that’s saying something since I’m talking to you from the grave. Literal grave. Dead.”
Abby laughed and Sasha pulled her up to kiss her lips, savoring the warmth and taste of Abby’s mouth. She didn’t want this moment to end.
“You look so good for dead, though.” Abby slid to her side and Sasha turned to face her. “It’s kind of a sin how good you look.”
“Marry me.” Sasha was half kidding. Half.
Abby laughed and cuddled close to her, reaching for the blankets to cover them. “I don’t even know if you snore yet. How can you expect me to make that kind of commitment without important information like that?”
Sasha pulled Abby to her chest and wrapped her limbs around her as sleep threatened to interrupt their evening. Abby’s arms slid around her waist in response and she felt safe and warm and cared for in a way that she hadn’t in a very long time. From her vantage point, she could see the picture on the nightstand of her with her parents, and she was reminded of why Abby was here tonight to begin with. The euphoria of the evening started to fade. Sasha didn’t want to be alone. “Stay with me tonight.”
Abby looked up at her, her expression soft, the teasing from before gone now. “To see if you snore?”
“What better way to find out?” Sasha hoped the need in her voice was concealed.
Abby’s eyes traced her face before she replied. It felt like minutes had passed. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Sasha kissed her, long and slow, trying to relay how much that meant to her. She didn’t have the words for it yet, but something about tonight and Abby and everything that transpired felt very different from anything she had experienced before. As Abby’s breath skated across her collarbone and her eyes got heavy, she decided she’d worry about all of that later. Abby was naked in her arms and sleep was calling. Everything else could wait.
Chapter Nineteen
Abby stood by the coffee machine and made a mental note to upgrade it, immediately. She cocked her head to the side as the sludge parading around as coffee dripped from the opening into the cheap paper cup, and she was disgusted that this had somehow evaded the normally scrupulous standards of the customer service department of the hospital. Her family’s hospital.
She sighed.
“Yeah. If I were you, I’d take the five-minute walk to the café at the north end of the building. This stuff looks toxic.” Sasha leaned against the wall next to the antiquated machine.
“I wonder if it’s ever been cleaned. I’m not talking about in this century either—I mean just since its original manufacturing.” Abby dumped the brown tar into the small trash can nearby. “I’m offended that people actually drink it.”
“Luckily for you, I know my way around this place and can give you a few pointers about the best place to get a scone, a latte, or, on Thursdays, who to talk to about get
ting chicken fingers off the secret cafeteria menu.” Sasha’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. She looked tired. Abby should feel guilty about that fatigue, but she didn’t. She had thoroughly enjoyed herself with Sasha last night and she had a feeling if she inquired, Sasha would agree. Last night had been…memorable.
“You’re so useful. I’ll keep you.” Abby extended her hand in Sasha’s direction and Sasha took it. She had woken up blissfully in Sasha’s arms at Sasha’s parents’ house this morning but had to go to the office to finish some work she’d been putting off. Before she left, she promised to swing by the hospital later to check in. It had been a long day and she was in desperate need of caffeine. This coffee machine issue was a definite wrench in the plans.
“I can live with that.” Sasha kissed her on the cheek and yawned. “I have to make a quick phone call. The signal here sucks—I’m going to pop outside to call the station and check on the updated schedule. I’ll swing by the café on the way back. What can I get you?”
“A latte. Caramel, light foam.” Abby squeezed Sasha’s hand before letting go.
“If I get heavy foam, can I watch you lick it off?” Sasha’s smile was mischievous.
“Just watch?” Abby couldn’t help herself. Last night was fresh in her mind and her body. She was still a little sore from their second round of play in the early morning. It was a delightful reminder of what had transpired. She regretted nothing.
Sasha let out a low whistle. “You make a valid point. I’d much rather be involved in the process than just observe.”
There was that boldness that Abby adored. “You make sure there’s light foam on my latte and we can see what type of involvement we can work out for later.”
“Consider it done.” Sasha placed a lingering kiss on Abby’s lips before she left and Abby stood there for a moment, appreciating the tingling sensations that Sasha sent all throughout her body with something as simple as a kiss and a promise for more.