One Weekend in Aspen

by Jaime Clevenger

  “I don’t know if it matters, but the cock I used with Madison wasn’t mine. I borrowed the harness and everything from Katherine’s supply. She’s meticulous about sanitizing and it’s easier that way. Anyway. Now you know.” Alex rolled onto her back. “I feel like I’m all dressed up and the party’s over.” She thrust her hips and the dildo boinked in the air. “Pretty ridiculous, right?”

  “Actually, it’s a good look on you.” Emily reached over Alex’s hip and circled the tip of the cock. “And who said the party’s over?” She trailed her fingertip down the shaft, imagining again how it would feel to open up and take Alex in. Desire surged. “I like that you picked your favorite. For me.”

  Alex responded only by closing her eyes. Without thinking about it, Emily started stroking. It was obvious when Alex pushed her hips rhythmically that she liked it, but it also gave Emily space to process her thoughts. Alex had already helped her get over the first hurdle—she’d officially gotten back on the proverbial horse where sex was concerned—and now all she had to do was enjoy what Alex wanted next.

  “If you’re gonna give me a hand job, can I get some lube for you? It feels even better with lube.”

  Emily stopped stroking. She hadn’t been thinking of getting Alex off. In fact, she didn’t realize she could doing only that. “Would you like that? Or would you rather be inside me?”

  “That’s not a fair question.”

  Emily kissed Alex’s cheek. “Then I’ll decide for you. I want you inside me.”

  “You sure?”

  She reached for Alex and a rush of nervous excitement raced through her. It felt good to go for what she wanted. Tomorrow she could process what the tangle of feelings in her chest all meant. Tonight, she only wanted one thing.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Alex told herself Emily could handle what came next. It wasn’t like she was in any position to give advice on the emotions that came with sex anyway. And she was ready to stop thinking.

  She spread her weight, shifting so she didn’t jab Emily with the dildo, and reached for the lube on the nightstand. Knowing that this was Emily’s first time, she wanted her to enjoy every minute.

  “Is there anything you don’t like?” Emily asked, watching Alex lube her cock. “Anything that bugs you? I’m sure you’ve tried everything once, and had women do all sorts of things to you.”

  “I haven’t tried quite everything.” Alex could tell by the quiver in Emily when she brushed against her that she wasn’t relaxed. “For the record, anything more than a finger up my butt is too much.”

  “I’ll try to remember that.” Emily trailed her fingers up Alex’s forearm. “I don’t know why I’m nervous again.”

  “Would you let me try something?” Alex waited for her nod. “Close your eyes.”

  When Emily did, Alex kissed her. “Promise to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them?”

  “No matter what? I like this game so far.”

  “Good.”

  Alex clasped first one and then the other of Emily’s wrists above her head on the pillow. “And these stay here until I tell you that you can move them.”

  Emily made a low purring sound that sent heat through Alex’s body. She could pin Emily no problem with one hand, but she wanted both hands to pleasure her and she knew now that Emily wanted to follow her orders.

  When Alex let go of Emily’s wrists, she leaned down and caught a nipple between her teeth. Emily gasped at the sudden bite, clutched the pillow with both hands, and then laughed.

  “Damn. I wasn’t expecting that.” She kept her eyes closed even as she smiled. “More?”

  “If you’re good.”

  Alex circled the same nipple she bit, soothing it with her tongue and then sucking. She let it slip out of her lips. “You have nice breasts.”

  “Thanks. I’ve gotten compliments before.”

  “They deserve appreciation.” Alex bent her head and took the other nipple into her lips. As she massaged both breasts with her hands, she pried and stroked until the nipple in her mouth was engorged and Emily was writhing under her.

  When Emily’s moaning gained volume, Alex broke away to bruise her lips with a hard kiss. As soon as Emily parted for her, Alex deepened the kiss. She forgot about everything else then, giving in to the kissing.

  Minutes passed and Emily’s lips still captivated hers. She strained her memory for the last time she’d spent so much time simply kissing. With Emily, she knew she could break a record. Then she felt Emily stroke her cock, and her body immediately decided that kissing wasn’t enough.

  “You moved your hand.” She caught Emily’s wrist and placed her hand back on the pillow. “Distracted me with kissing and I almost didn’t notice. That’s very sneaky.”

  “Gonna punish me?”

  “No. I’m going to convince you how much you want to behave.”

  Emily groaned. “I’m so wet. I want you inside.”

  “So wet, huh?”

  “You should check.”

  As much as Alex wanted to dip her fingers inside, the slow torture of foreplay felt too good. Emily’s eyes were still closed and her hands were once again clasped above her head. Every breath she took made her full breasts rise and fall, the perked nipples begging for Alex to be rough.

  Emily moaned when Alex slid her hand over her chest, grazing her nipples. She shifted down to Emily’s center, desire rumbling through her. Had she ever been more ready to give a woman pleasure?

  Alex didn’t part Emily’s legs or even rub down her thighs. She stopped at the triangle of neatly trimmed hair and simply rested her hand. Emily trembled with need, but Alex still didn’t give in to the temptation. Her body felt as taut as a bowstring, and it took all of her control to hold back.

  Emily pushed her hips up, pressing her center into Alex’s hand. “Please…”

  With the contact, Alex couldn’t resist anymore. She dipped into Emily’s wetness and was instantly rewarded with a sharp gasp. Emily bucked and slick warmth enveloped her. She pushed deeper and Emily spread her knees apart, opening for Alex.

  First, she could only take two fingers, but then Alex eased in another with a gentle thrust. Emily arched her back, moaning as Alex turned her wrist. She pulled out, stroking Emily’s folds, savoring the warm wetness, then pushed in again, deeper this time. Alex shifted up to kiss her lips, not pulling her hand out.

  “You want this bad.”

  Emily nodded. Her eyes were squeezed closed but her lips parted as if hoping for a kiss. She clutched the pillow as she pumped against Alex again.

  “You’d do anything I ask right now, wouldn’t you?” Arousal made her feel reckless. But Emily wasn’t Madison, wasn’t Katherine, or any of the other women she’d been with. She couldn’t push too far.

  “Anything.”

  Emily moaned as Alex slid her fingers deeper inside. When she was easily pumping three fingers in and out, the craving between her legs got insistent. “You okay if I try something else?”

  Emily licked her lips. “I want it…but part of me doesn’t want you to stop with your hand. You feel so good.”

  “What if I promise to make it feel as good with my cock?”

  Emily nodded, pushing her center toward Alex’s fingers. As tempting as it was to give Emily an orgasm with her fingers, Alex only briefly stroked her clit before pulling her hand away. She shifted position, then kissed Emily again. Her hips hovered over Emily’s, the tip of the cock nudging her slit. She waited, knowing Emily would open for her when she was ready.

  As soon as Emily pumped up her hips, Alex thrust. Emily gasped, then parted her legs to take Alex all the way. She arched off the mattress and raked her nails down Alex’s back. Alex waited for her to relax before pushing deeper.

  When their hips pressed together, the feel of smooth skin and mingled wetness all threatened to push Alex over the edge. She clenched her jaw, enjoying the tremors of pleasure that raced through her, then shifted side to side, bringing more gasps to E
mily’s lips.

  “Fuck,” Emily whispered.

  “Too much?”

  “No.” Emily’s tongue slid across her upper lip. “Not too much.” She shifted her grip to Alex’s arms. “I like it. I thought I would.”

  Alex kissed her lightly. “Want me to make it feel even better?”

  When Emily nodded, she got to work. The sound of Emily’s need pushed Alex to give her everything. They quickly fell into a rhythm, Emily pushing up to meet her each time she thrust and moaning for more again and again. Alex forgot about being gentle, forgot about watching every cue. Sweaty skin and the smell of their sex intoxicated her, and muscle memory took over. Suddenly she couldn’t stall what was coming.

  As her orgasm built, she reached down to find Emily’s clit, thumbing awkwardly. Her thoughts blurred as her climax took over. She kept pumping her hips but she’d lost her careful control. Her body was leading now. Right as she thought to worry about Emily, she heard her scream pierce the air and felt her thighs clench.

  It was all Alex could do to keep her thumb in place as Emily tensed, shivered, and then tensed again. Knowing she’d satisfied Emily too, she breathed out and rode the waves coursing through her body, entirely sated.

  Minutes passed before Emily’s hold loosened. Her thighs went slack first and then her arms. Finally, she collapsed back on the pillow with a soft sigh. “Damn.”

  Alex eased her weight onto Emily. The aftermath of her climax left her spent, and she couldn’t manage to ask if Emily needed her to pull out. She didn’t want to ask anyway. All she wanted was to stop time for a moment to memorize everything. The feeling of connection. Their skin slick with sweat. The soft swell of Emily’s breasts. The way their panting slowed to even, measured breaths, perfectly timed.

  “Don’t pull out yet,” Emily murmured.

  Alex kissed Emily’s chin and then her lips. Did Emily feel their connection too? Feel how amazing they were together? Or was she only thinking that she’d broken a long dry spell?

  Finally, Emily placed her hands on Alex’s hips and gave her a push. “You want me to come out?”

  A drowsy nod. Alex eased out and then got out of bed. She went to the bathroom and cleaned the dildo. By the time she got back to bed, Emily was softly snoring. She slipped under the covers, hoping not to disturb Emily, but the bounce of the mattress roused her. She reached for Alex and then curled against her.

  The feeling of Emily close, along with her warm breath against Alex’s neck, stirred up desires for things that made her chest ache. She could wait as long as Emily needed. She could be patient. But she couldn’t imagine walking away now.

  “I think I may have drifted off,” Emily said. “Are you not sleepy?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m thinking,” Alex admitted.

  “Hmm. Thinking’s good. But so is sleeping. Especially when you have someone nice to sleep with.”

  Alex chuckled softly. “I think that’s part of the problem.”

  “Am I keeping you from sleep? Oh, are you not a cuddler? I didn’t even think to ask.” Emily’s hold on Alex loosened. “My ex wasn’t a cuddler either, but you and she are so different.”

  “I like cuddling.”

  Emily wrapped her arms tighter around Alex. “Good. Because you feel really good. Perfect, actually.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Alex said, knowing the risk she was taking with the words. Emily’s tone was light. Would she realize that Alex was completely serious? Would that freak her out?

  “I like that toy of yours. That double dildo. It’s very effective.”

  It had been a risk suggesting it, but it had paid off well. “I’m happy you liked it. I like it too.”

  “But there’s one thing I can’t decide.”

  “Uh-oh.”

  “Relax, you.” Emily kissed Alex’s cheek. “I can’t decide which part was my favorite—you coming inside me or me going down on you.”

  “We can try everything all over again to help you make up your mind.”

  “You’re so helpful.” Even in the dark, Alex could feel Emily’s smile. She continued. “As much as I’d love to say yes, I’m not sure how many more orgasms I can handle. It’s been a big night for me.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you sleep.”

  “I don’t actually want to sleep.” Emily ran her hand down Alex’s chest. “I feel like a kid at the candy store.” She sighed. “What if one night isn’t enough?”

  “Maybe we shouldn’t go to sleep.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  The double dildo was the second thing Emily noticed when she opened her eyes. Alex had left it on the nightstand along with her cell phone. A lamp and a little carved bear holding a crescent moon also claimed space on the nightstand. Emily guessed the bear was something from Alex’s childhood. It didn’t seem likely she’d buy it as an adult, and Emily wondered what story came with the little bear.

  But the bear wasn’t the first thing she’d noticed. That was Alex’s arm—wrapped tight around her chest. Blankets were tangled about their legs and bunched at their waists, but Emily didn’t reach for one. Instead, she snuggled closer to Alex.

  When she shifted, she realized she was wet. Still wet, or wet all over again? How many times had Alex made her orgasm last night? She’d lost track. And she hadn’t tried stretching yet, but she had a feeling she’d discover new muscles she hadn’t known existed, all of which would be sore later. She wanted to tell Alex that it was all her fault, but probably everyone who slept with her bathed her in compliments. And how many women would that be?

  Alex’s promiscuity had seemed intimidating at first. But it was Alex’s experience that had finally convinced her to open up. She thought of what she’d admitted—the hang-ups Cass had left her with and desires that had always been too much. None of it had surprised Alex. She hadn’t challenged Emily on why she’d stayed with Cass, hadn’t made her feel insecure about how long it had been, and she definitely hadn’t made her feel bad for what she wanted.

  Emily’s gaze wandered back to Alex’s forearm. Nothing could feel as good as what Alex had done to her last night, but being held in her strong grip was a contender for second best.

  Cass didn’t like cuddling even at the beginning of their relationship, and Emily had gotten used to sleeping in their king-size bed with a foot of empty space between them. She’d gotten used to it, yes, but she hadn’t liked it. Now, all the mornings of waking up and feeling the cold sheets between her and Cass, knowing on some level that she was in the wrong bed, stacked themselves one on top of the other.

  For the first time, instead of wondering if she could have done something to fix her marriage, she wondered why she’d stayed so long. She’d convinced herself that no relationship was perfect. They might not have had sex, but they’d had good moments. At least a few. And yet those moments weren’t enough. This moment, with Alex holding her, was only added proof that what she needed wasn’t too much to ask for. It simply wasn’t what Cass wanted to give.

  If only someone like Alex could drop into her real life. After this weekend, she’d only have morning cuddles and mind-blowing sex in her fantasies. She’d be back to sleeping on Gianna’s couch while Alex would be traveling the world working her fancy job. She realized that she didn’t actually know what Alex did, but if she could afford a cabin in Aspen and was planning to retire in her forties, it had to be fancy. Or at least she made more money than a chef. Not that a difference in income mattered so much, but it was one more way that Alex would never be in her reality and she’d never be in hers. Unless, Emily thought with a sigh, Alex ended up at some event that she was catering.

  At the thought of food, her reliable stomach rumbled to life. Suddenly, she wanted to surprise Alex with breakfast in bed. That was a problem for more than one reason. First, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted to surprise anyone with a meal. Second, breakfast the morning after definitely wasn’t part of the origina
l bargain. Breakfast together meant she wanted more than sex.

  Maybe it didn’t matter. Breakfast with Alex could be a warm-up to a real-life date—exactly like everything they’d done last night had been a reentry into the sex world. It could be, she thought, or that could be the excuse she told herself when the truth was that she simply wanted any reason to spend as much time alone with Alex as possible.

  If only Alex was someone she could actually date… She blew out a breath. Once the if only train had left the station there was no calling it back.

  What she needed to do was slip out of bed before Alex woke, get dressed, go back to Katherine’s, and start thinking about the next person she’d have sex with. But she couldn’t leave without at least saying thanks. Thanks for sleeping with me?

  Alex shifted and pulled Emily closer against her. “You awake?”

  Emily nodded. She felt a warmth spread through her when Alex kissed the nape of her neck. So much for slipping out. She didn’t want to think about anyone other than Alex anyway. Her light kiss was a reminder of everything those lips could do. One night and her body was sold.

  “How long you been awake?”

  “Not long. I’m feeling lazy and don’t want to move.”

  “Good.” Alex’s kisses trailed from her neck to her shoulder blade. “I’d like to keep you here for the rest of the day.”

  “I’d like that, but I’d also like to make you breakfast.”

  “You’ll stay for breakfast?” Alex gave her a squeeze. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

  Emily loved the sound of Alex’s sleepy voice almost as much as her declaration. “Best thing all day, huh? You’ve been awake for all of two minutes.”

  “At this rate, I’m thinking today’s gonna be a damn good day. What are we making?”