by Alexa Woods
looked funny in the mirror.
Even if it was all those things, she wanted June to have them. She wasn’t
embarrassed by the depth of her need. A little scared, maybe, but not
ashamed. There was no shame between them. She met June thrust for
thrust, her body and hips gyrating madly as she broke apart over and over.
She came in great, wrenching waves that left her spent and shaking
against the sink. Her arms were numb now too, not just her hands. Still,
June thrust inside her, using those aftershocks to take Arabella into a place
that was beyond pleasure, expanding what she thought she could take, how
much, how hard, until she wanted more and more, until she was greedy
with it and astounded all over again at the raw wildness of her own vitality.
June kissed her shoulder, laving the tender spot of her neck with her
tongue. “Beautiful. You have no idea how much pleasure it gave me
watching you come apart for me.”
Their eyes met in the mirror as Arabella’s flew open. Her pupils were
blown wide, her lips swollen a cherry red, her tongue poking through them
in concentration. Her cheeks were scarlet, her shoulders heaving so brutally
that her reflection bobbed and swayed in the glass.
“Do you think you can come for me like that in the shower?”
“I was thinking maybe you might want a turn.”
June’s lips arched into a catlike grin in the mirror and her eyes flashed
with humor, lust, and unbridled anticipation. “Maybe. Maybe I would.”
“Maybe?” Arabella found some strength in her watery legs. She turned
and draped her arms around June’s waist and steered her to the glass
shower. “Let’s turn that maybe into a hard yes.”
Chapter 17
June
June got the glass shower door open and cranked on the water. She tested
the spray with a few fingers to make sure it wasn’t scalding or freezing
before she tugged Arabella under.
The water hit June’s sensitive skin, feeling like knives. Arabella gasped
too. She twisted June until her back was pressed up against the glass and the
water beaded and flowed down her shoulders. Even as it hit them, she could
smell Arabella’s arousal, maybe her own too, that scent of them, mixed up,
joined, delicious, and erotic as hell.
Arabella’s hand flew between them, darting to June’s sex. She smoothed
her fingers over her, groaning when she felt how wet she was. June knew
she was almost obscenely wet. She was so turned on after just having
Arabella at the sink that she’d never known such pain in her life.
Her core hummed and pulsed and even the slight weight of Arabella’s
fingers made June throw back her head against the glass. All the air escaped
her lungs in a rush as Arabella slowly massaged her clit with her finger. She
vibrated at the strain of holding back, her thighs shaking around Arabella’s
arm. Her hips slammed against the glass once before bucking forward into
Arabella’s hand.
Arabella grinned wickedly at her and used the flat palm of her other hand
to press against June’s hip, holding her in place against the glass so that she
couldn’t move. She knew she wasn’t going to last. While Arabella teased
her ruthlessly, she bit down hard on her lip to try to distract herself from the
pleasure. She was so close, and she wanted to hold out a bit longer.
With a growl she finally had to concede defeat. She plunged her hands
into Arabella’s hair, dragging her face to hers and plundering her mouth.
She barely repressed a sob as pleasure rocked through her when Arabella
grasped her bottom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around her
waist while Arabella fitted her pelvis against hers, thrusting her knee in
place against the glass to keep June upright.
June was lost and she knew it. Lost to her lust and the desire that sucked
at her, ate away at her control. Lost to forces bigger than either of those
things. She ground against Arabella, and her hips thrust back eagerly. When
June couldn’t keep kissing Arabella because she needed air, she tore her
face away and tucked it at the juncture of Arabella’s porcelain neck and
shoulder.
She loved the curl of her muscle there, all that fine, flawlessly pale skin.
She had the urge to do something animal and gave in to the ruthless desire.
She sunk her teeth there, biting gently, then licked away the sting when
Arabella gasped. She’d always thought doing things like that, hickies and
love bites, was in pretty poor taste, and she couldn’t believe she’d actually
done it, but Arabella had enjoyed it. God, she’d enjoyed it. Arabella
strained against her and whimpered, her hips pumping frantically into her.
“June…” Arabella panted. She slipped her hand between them and
touched herself. When her fingers came away wet, she brought them to
June’s mouth. She opened immediately, licking and sucking Arabella’s
juices off of her digits. “This is what you do to me,” Arabella groaned.
“I want you inside me,” June whimpered. “I want to come on those
fingers.”
“Yes,” Arabella rasped.
She kept one hand at June’s hip to support her, her knee braced between
them, and she let June down just a little, so that she wasn’t pressed up so
tightly against her. When June’s toes hit the floor, she angled her body into
Arabella, her hips already hitching up, begging for her touch. She gave it,
filling June with two fingers until she was slamming against her, her skin
sucking and banging off the glass, arching into every single delicious move
Arabella made. Every touch.
She was so full, so close to climaxing. The way Arabella had her pinned,
the furious passion that bloomed between them, the way she felt there was
no coming back from it, the warm water of the shower sluicing over her
tender skin, hitting the tips of her breasts—it all drove her to the brink.
“Holy shit,” June gasped. “I need to come. I’m going to come.”
“That’s it,” Arabella urged. “Come for me. I want to watch you come
apart and know it was me who did that for you. I want to give you all that
pleasure.” Arabella actually growled the last words, and feeling that sexy
vibration on her lips when she kissed June finally made her unable to hold
back.
She buried her fingers in Arabella’s hair all over again, tangling the
strands so tight and pulling her up against her mouth so hard that their teeth
nearly crashed together as Arabella kissed her brutally.
June shattered, her head thrown back against the glass, Arabella’s lips on
hers, tasting her cries of pleasure like they were whisky, getting drunk on
them right along with June who was already lost. Stars burst everywhere.
There was a whole damn night sky in that shower with them, with black
holes and milky ways, shooting stars, everything. June went floating
through it, the sharp pains and pleasure of her climax making her nearly
delirious. She screamed, over and over, the sounds muted by the force of
Arabella’s lips against hers. She came until she was boneless and spent and
then she melted against the glass.
> Arabella held her up, and when June opened her eyes, she slid her fingers
away and brought them to her own mouth this time, letting June watch as
she licked them clean. It was so deliciously erotic, watching her taste her
pleasure, that the vibrations and aftershocks of her climax swept through
her all over again. June had to clutch at Arabella’s shoulders to keep herself
from toppling over.
She realized, quite after the fact, that the water temperature was
changing. It wasn’t cold yet, but it was well on its way there. Her hand
fumbled for the tap, and she cranked it. Luckily it was the cold she’d
cranked and the hot was on its last legs and they didn’t get scalded or frozen
out.
June hustled out of the shower, grabbing one of the two fluffy pink
towels off the rack. She’d bought them when she’d bought the house,
chosen just for the shade of pink they were, because it matched the sink and
the toilet so perfectly. They’d faded a little in the wash over time, but they
were still a close enough match. And they were still fluffy.
She passed one to Arabella, who stood just outside the shower, looking at
the fluffy pink bathmat that matched the towels. When she didn’t take it,
June wrapped it around her shoulders. She seemed to startle out of her
trance. She clasped the towel, winding it around her sensual curves, while
June wrapped one around herself.
“Was that too much? Was I too much?”
June couldn’t believe she’d possibly heard correctly. “What? What do
you mean, were you too much?”
“Was I too…I don’t know… Is this too much?”
June’s pulse skyrocketed. She wasn’t sure where Arabella was going with
that, and she didn’t like the sound of those doubts. Normal doubt was okay,
but the way Arabella was asking? The tone of her voice made June’s chest
hurt. She turned and grasped Arabella’s shoulders.
“What exactly are you asking me?”
Arabella blinked, but she made eye contact finally. It was impossible to
tell if the rosiness in her cheeks was from what they’d just done or if it was
something else. “It’s just that I thought I might be too…eager”
“Too eager?” June was amazed. “No! My God, I don’t think you can be
too eager. Not with me,” she said carefully. “Never with me. Is it something
I’m doing that you don’t like?”
“No!” Arabella shook her head quickly. “That’s not it at all. I love
everything you do. I just thought that I might be, I don’t know. Too wanton,
I guess.”
“Wanton?” June didn’t mean to laugh, but the sound came out anyway.
“No! I don’t think you can be too much of that either. I love the way your
body responds to mine. I love that you’re willing to try new things, but if
you’re shy, we can go more slowly. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you or
push you into doing anything-”
“It’s not that.” Arabella’s hand covered June’s on her shoulder. Her lips
arched into a warm, honest smile. “God, it’s definitely not that. I just
wanted to make sure.”
June kissed her hard. “I’m sure.” She couldn’t miss another flicker of
doubt in Arabella’s eyes as she pulled away. She left it for a moment, but
when she turned around, Arabella’s voice was soft and quiet again.
“I should…maybe should I go?”
June was near the bathroom door, but she whirled around, her mouth
dropping open. “Uh, no! Not unless you want to. Or you have to.”
Arabella twisted the end of the towel under her armpit again as it came
undone. She studied that terry cloth twist she’d made instead of looking at
June. “It’s just that we haven’t exactly decided on…well, it’s getting kind of
late, isn’t it?”
“Oh, so you’re asking how I feel about you staying the night? Or are you
asking if I’m ready for more? Because I already stayed at your place, so it
makes perfect sense that you’d stay here now, don’t you think? Unless
you’re not ready to…”
“I’m ready, June,” she said in a rush. “God, I’m so ready.”
June rushed forward and took Arabella’s hand. She smoothed her fingers
over Arabella’s palm before she twisted their fingers together. “I know this
is new and there are probably going to be so many awkward moments, but I
hope we can laugh about them and get through them and just talk about
them if we need to. I’d like you to stay the night. Very much. If you want to.
If you’re not ready, that’s okay. I can drive you back to your car.”
Arabella hesitated. “What if someone notices my car was parked there
overnight? I also don’t have a change of clothes.”
“You’re right. That makes sense. Not the car. No one is going to be the
car police, but the clothing thing. And it would be an early morning before
work. I didn’t plan this ahead of time. Sorry, I wasn’t trying to outrug you.”
“What’s outrugging?” Arabella asked, smiling now even if it was a little
reluctantly.
“Pulling the rug out from under you?”
“Oh, good. I thought it was going to be something far more terrifying.”
“Will you come to bed with me for an hour? We could dry off in there.
Maybe do some other things…”
“You’re insatiable.” It was absolutely a compliment. Arabella moved
with June, following her to her room.
When they got there, she laughed at the shag carpet that was like a sea of
red. It blanketed the floor of the entire room. June’s big queen bed and
matching black dressers and nightstands—purchased used like most of her
furniture because she really did believe in recycling and reducing—looked
a little bit lost in that hairy rug and she knew that.
She laughed too, then laughed all over again when she flung back the
blankets on her bed and her towel flung off with her movement. She left it
on the rug and crawled underneath the covers, delighted and wild with
excitement at the rush of having Arabella climb in on the other side.
They inched close to each other, until June put her hand on Arabella’s
arm and rolled close, nestling her head against the curve of her shoulder.
“You know, I was thinking,” she said as she stared up at the ceiling. “I was
thinking that if the world really is just a series of random events, then we
got pretty lucky, meeting each other again.”
“Lucky. I was so sure you wouldn’t say that.”
“I was so sure I wouldn’t either but look at us now. Maybe in life the
hard things all need to be surmounted and survived, or at least just muddled
through in order to get to the best parts. I think all that mud and muck of the
past makes the present so much more sensational.”
“Because it can be appreciated more?”
June turned her face into Arabella’s damp hair and nuzzled her ear again.
“I was going to say that, but now it sounds pretty corny.”
Arabella twisted, wrapping her leg around June’s, threading their arms
together, facing her. “It might be, but that’s okay. It’s okay to sound corny.
Sometimes corny is kind of nice.”
June stared past
Arabella to the nightstand beside the bed. It was fairly
close to a few windows. Plus, the nightstand had never had anything on it
except one lonely lamp. “Look!” June pointed past Arabella’s face, grazing
her nose with her index finger. Arabella jolted around.
“Oh, my God,” she huffed. “I thought there was going to be something
crazy standing over there.”
“No, nothing from a horror movie.”
“What am I looking at then?”
“The nightstand. I think it’s a perfect place for the plant.”
Arabella grasped June’s bottom, which made her squeal. “Oh good. I’m
glad that I could help you find a place after all,” she said dryly.
“You most certainly did,” June said every word between kisses planted
on Arabella’s nose, her chin, her cheeks. She saved Arabella’s sensual, kiss-
swollen mouth for last, but only because some clichés were awesome and
true and a person should always kiss the best spots last where they could be
enjoyed and fully savored.
Chapter 18
Arabella
“Two pairs. Strip.”
“Damn it!” Arabella threw down her cards in mock disgust. “You always
win. I think you might be cheating.”
June’s nose wrinkled up at that accusation. “It’s not my fault that I have
mad skills.”
“Mad skills, my bottom.”
“Yes, I’m going to be seeing that lovely bottom shortly.”
Arabella gave in, wriggling out of her jeans. She was down to her bra,
panties, and socks. June had only lost one item, a sock, so far. They’d
decided to play strip poker when they saw it on the cheesy rom com they’d
put on. The poker seemed vastly more fun than the movie, which wasn’t
very interesting.
Arabella gathered up the cards and shuffled. She began to deal a new
round when a soft knock at the front door interrupted her.
“Arabella? Arabella, honey, it’s mom. I was wondering if you had any
sugar.”
“Jesus!” Arabella threw down the cards and scrambled for her shirt. June
was watching her, vastly entertained as she picked up her pants and
basically leaped back into them. “I told you this would happen!” Arabella
hissed. “I knew she’d corner us one day.”
“If it would make anything easier, I could hide in the closet. Jump out the