by E. J. Noyes
I couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. “Give me a minute to go get rid of ink that’s in places ink should not be. Or…you could help me.”
Her answer was to pull me to my feet. We kissed our way down the hallway, pausing to press each other against the walls and my bathroom doorway. I pushed her against the sink and slid my hands underneath her tee, noticing the slight tremble in my fingers as I stroked her skin.
When I swiped my tongue along her lower lip, she groaned and turned her head to the side. “Okay, stop, time out. I’m going to get rid of this ink, because if I don’t do it now, I’m not going to.” Her breath sounded shaky as she grabbed the washcloth. “Turn around.”
I turned side on, hands braced against the sink as she lathered soap and began to scrub at a spot under my ear. Her thumb brushed against my neck, a soft counterpoint to the rough washcloth raising gooseflesh. She ran cool water to wash the soap away, succeeding in spreading the gooseflesh. I gripped the sink hard, tried to focus on staying upright while I imagined the sensations she might evoke if she were actually trying, instead of just cleaning ink off me.
“All done.” Brooke set the cloth down, grasped my hips and spun me to face her. Her smile was knowing, and instead of words, she simply pulled me close, both arms wrapped around my waist. A few long moments passed before she asked, “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’m very okay with it. Okay, but still nervous.”
“What are you nervous about, exactly?”
I blew out a breath, trying not to sound as hyperactive as I felt. “Messing up, not knowing what to do or how to please you.”
Brooke grinned. “Well I thought we’d start with me pleasuring you and take it from there. Jana, if you’re not ready, or you’re not comfortable then we don’t have to do anything. But, honey, if you are then I want to help you to enjoy yourself. I want to enjoy myself with you…”
Instead of something sexy or clever, all I managed was a breathless, “Me too.” The fluttering in my stomach was spreading through my limbs and low down in my core, excitement beginning to smother the nervousness.
Her kiss was light. “You can say no to anything at any time and there’ll be no bad feelings or annoyance.”
“Mhmm. And you too, obviously, I mean if you’re not enjoying yourself or you don’t like whatever I’m trying to do, or…you know.”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’m not going to want to stop but thank you for clarifying. Communication is sexy.”
“Great, and yes it is. So um, I feel so clinical all of a sudden, like I don’t know if we’re supposed to talk about if we undress each other, or just get ourselves naked or what to do.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked, voice low and encouraging.
My words came out a rush. “I think I’d like to undress you.”
“I think I’d like that very much.”
“Good, that’s great.” Yep, acting so suave and sexy and sensual right now. My tentative hands went first to her tee, then the waistband of her cargos and then back to her tee. Right. Though I wanted to tear the fabric from her, expose everything I’d been thinking about for weeks, I forced myself to slowly pull it upward and off, laughing when she raised her arms to help and instead became tangled.
It only took a moment to free her, and I tossed the tee onto my clothes hamper. Undressing. I could do this. I unhooked her bra, letting the cups fall away. Before I moved on, I indulged myself, lightly brushing thumbs over the silky undersurface of her breasts. Her skin was soft and smooth, and when I made another sweep up and over her nipples, she drew in a quick breath.
My hands paused. “Too much?”
“Not at all.” She bent her head, watching my hands. “It feels good, that’s all.”
Her quiet assurance gave me the confidence to continue. Brooke helped where needed, stepping out of her shorts and underwear but mostly she stood still, letting me choose what to remove and how quickly or slowly to do it. Then she was naked, her posture relaxed and confident, almost arrogantly so and she had every reason to be. “You’re frowning,” she teased.
“No, this is my concentration face.” I looked up to find her gaze fixated on me, making my stomach do a slow roll. Even though I was fully clothed and she was naked, she looked at me like I was something to be devoured.
I tried to take in the whole of her, but the whole was so incredible and overwhelming that I gave up to focus on the singular. The lift of her breasts and her small dark nipples. The long curve of her thighs leading up to the swell of hip. Tan lines. That bellybutton piercing catching the light of my bathroom. The patch of dark hair at the junction of her legs.
My pulse quickened. “Brooke…you’re amazing. I’m just, like I…just don’t know where to look, what to touch first.”
“Then take your time, sweetheart. We’re not on a schedule here.”
“Right.” I let out a breath, trying to ease some of my nervous excitement. I drew my fingers up her arms, pausing at her elbows before slowly tracing upward and over the minefield of her scars. She didn’t move, just kept her head bent, watching as I took my time feeling the raised edges. I didn’t know what to say, or if I should even say anything. In the end, it felt too uncomfortable not to acknowledge something that’d shaped her, something that’d brought her to this point where she stood naked and trusting in front of me. “I’m so sorry you went through this.”
“Thank you,” Brooke whispered, reaching for me and settling her hands on my waist. “I think you’re the first person who hasn’t tried to pretend they’re not there.” She kissed me, her hands slipping under my shirt, raising it ever so slightly. She paused and drew back, keeping eye contact with me until I nodded my assent. She lifted the tank, fingertips brushing the skin along my ribs and I raised my arms so she could pull it off. Instead of tossing the clothing to the floor like most of my previous lovers, Brooke carefully folded the garment and draped it over one of the towel racks. I stared. Her mouth quirked as she followed my gaze. “What?”
“Just the…folding. I’ve never had anyone do that before.” The seemingly small gesture added another level to my already spiraling emotion and I knew right then that it was going to be very hard to stop myself from falling for her.
“Oh. Well, unless we’re doing the frantic to get naked thing, it only takes a moment. I’ve always liked to take my time unwrapping my gifts.” She grinned. “The first time that is.” Brooke’s hands gently stroked my breasts before her fingers brushed over the front clasp of my bra. “May I?”
“Please,” I whispered.
She removed the material slowly, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. My bra joined my tank on the towel rack, and then her focus was back on me. Standing topless in front of her, I was hit with a sudden and unexpected wave of shyness. But she made it easy to be brave, to feel wanted with her undisguised desire and the way she softly drew her fingertips up my ribs before cupping my breasts. Her thumbs played over my nipples, the touch featherlight.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds and when she opened them again their raw need had all my blood pooling south. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She smiled, slow and seductive. “Come to bed with me.”
Laughing, I reminded her, “It’s my bed…”
The low huskiness of her response stole my laughter and turned it to a whirr of excitement. “Then ask me to your bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Brooke paused beside my bed. “Oh, I forgot about that,” she said quietly.
“Forgot about what?”
“That very big mirror…” She turned to me, grinning devilishly. Then she pulled me to the corner of the bed facing the mirror and pressed herself to my back, her hands moving to the front of my shorts to pull the drawstring. Brooke hooked her thumbs in the waistband, her eyes finding mine in the mirror and after a silent questioning look, which I answered with a nod, she divested me of my last pieces of clothing.
Brooke knelt and
helped me step out of my shorts and underwear. Then with hands and lips, she marked a path up the back of my thighs, over my ass and up my spine, seeming to delight in my shuddery, incoherent response. She took her time until she’d made her way back up to stand behind me. Her nipples were hard points on my back, her hips pushed against my ass.
I watched us in the mirror as her hands stroked my belly, up my ribs, lightly palmed my breasts. The whole time, she had her lips on me—my neck, my shoulders, sucking and licking and biting softly. I tilted my head for her, letting her take what she wanted.
My breasts felt tight and heavy with desire and I reached up to cup them, running my thumbs over erect nipples. Brooke’s exhalation was audible and careful hands slipped under mine, deft fingers taking over the teasing motion. “Look at you. So fucking sexy,” she murmured, kissing the back of my shoulder. Her fingers teased my nipples. “God, these are lovely.”
“Really?”
She spun me around. “Mhmm. I mean, I know admiring physical attributes is kind of shallow, but…yum.” She bent her head, slowly ran her tongue around a nipple, before gently biting.
The pressure of her teeth sent a spark through my belly and my hands came instinctively to the back of her head, holding her against my breast. “Not too small?” I asked softly, the echo of that exact sentiment from past, and very short-lived, lovers echoing in my head. Aside from the occasional body-confidence issues, I’d always been fairly comfortable with my appearance. Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks, right? But now, I had a sudden desire to be what she wanted physically as well as all the other stuff.
Brooke shifted to peer up at me. “Are you kidding? They’re perfect.” She moved back, lips brushing over the other nipple.
Very slowly, I leaned down to suck her neck then held my hands under her jaw to raise her head so I could kiss her again. Her arms came around my waist. I was acutely aware of how her hands stayed above my waistline, and her sweet thoughtfulness at once pleased and frustrated me. I reached around and pulled her hands down until they were on my ass.
Brooke let out a little surprised squeak around our kiss. “I didn’t want to presume.”
“We’re naked in my bedroom. Your hands and mouth have already been on my breasts. Presume you may put your hands and mouth anywhere you please.”
She slapped my ass lightly then pulled me forward in what seemed an almost unconscious movement. “Are you sure?”
I took her hand and drew it between my thighs. She moaned when her fingers made contact with my wetness, her thumb straying dangerously close to my clit. We both said an almost simultaneous, “Oh, fuck.”
I bit her earlobe lightly. “Feel that? That’s what I want. That’s what I feel. I’m sure.”
When I rocked my hips forward into her hand, she groaned again and I smothered the sound with a deep kiss. Our tongues played lazily against each other, her fingers stroking languorously through my heat yet studiously staying away from where I most wanted her touch.
Brooke backed me toward my bed, lay me down and slid next to me. Legs intertwined, hands and lips on skin. We started slowly with whispered instructions and careful touches. Sweet kisses and words, until my stomach was tight with need.
“Do you have toys?” she murmured against my neck.
“I do.” The statement registered and I frowned. “Was I supposed to display them so you can see and compare to yours or something? Shit, is that part of it that I didn’t read about?”
Brooke’s head fell back onto the bed, laughter shaking her whole body. Once she’d regained control, she shook her head. “No, of course not. I just thought it might make you feel more comfortable with the whole thing. More familiar?”
“Ohhh, oh, right.” Leaning down I traced the smooth surface of her lower lip with my tongue before kissing her again. I wanted to kiss her forever, but there were other more pressing issues at hand. “No, I don’t need that. Maybe some other time if you’re into it but right now, I want to learn the unfamiliar, and something tells me you’re an excellent instructor.”
“That I am, and a good instructor teaches by example…” She rolled us over until she was on top, settling her hips between my thighs.
“I’m paying very close attention.” Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her ass, tilting my hips, trying to make contact with as much of her as possible.
Brooke groaned into the skin of my neck. “God that’s so sexy.” She rocked against me, a steady rhythm that was too slow to make me come, but so sensuous that I couldn’t help but tighten my legs around her as my arousal began a steady climb.
Her hips thrust in an almost casual motion, matching her long, deep kisses, which reminded me of a lazy morning in bed. She kissed my lips, my chin, my jaw before making her way to my neck. I kept my fingers tangled in her hair, still rocking my clit against her skin until she moved back slightly, dragging a disappointed groan from my throat.
Brooke reassured me with a husky, “I’m not done with you yet.” Pressing open-mouthed kisses to my skin, the silken softness of her hair gliding over my belly, she made her way down until she was nestled between my spread thighs. Nose brushing along the inside of my legs, her kisses grew light and sweet, almost ticklish. “Jana…” Her fingers swept over my stomach.
I raised my head to look down at her, blinking to clear the haziness of my vision. “Mmm?”
“I hate to be a temporary buzzkill, but is there anything I should, um, worry about? I’m clean and healthy, just so you know.”
It took me a moment to connect the dots. “Oh!” I shook my head emphatically and answered truthfully, “No, nothing. But I think I have dams in that drawer if you want?” Despite the fact I always practiced safe sex, I still had regular sexual health testing. Having an overprotective older sister who was also a doctor guaranteed that from my first foray into the world of sex, safety in that regard had been practically beaten into me.
Brooke exhaled, warm breath caressing my thighs. “Oh no, I do not want. I’m absolutely dying to taste you.”
I swallowed hard at the sensuous tone of her words, the thrill in my belly replaced by a sudden sensation that felt a lot like panic. “Yep, I even have an email confirming it’s all good under the hood. And I take birth control, so you know…not that there’s any chance, we um, never mind.” The moment I’d finished my blurting, I bit my lip. “Shit, sorry. That was such a stupid thing to say. Maybe I’m still nervous? I’ll stop blathering. Uh, go nuts down there.”
Brooke’s laughter was low and amused. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” She gently kissed my thigh. “I adore your blathering. And we can stop at any time. Even now. Nothing you don’t want, remember?” More soft kisses mapped the inside of my thighs, teasingly close to my wetness. “But if we keep going, I don’t want you to be shy about telling me exactly what you want, exactly what you need.”
I could barely think to answer her and had to force my brain to focus on something other than how desperately I wanted her to touch me again. “I will… And I don’t want to stop.”
From between my legs, Brooke raised her eyes to mine and at my slightly desperate nod, she finally took me in her mouth. When I felt the wet warmth of her tongue, I couldn’t help myself, grasping a gentle handful of her thick hair as that tongue made slow, steady laps around my clit and slipped through my folds. I’ve always enjoyed receiving oral sex—even the mediocre has moments where it feels nice—but from the moment her tongue made contact, I knew this was going to be something different. Something incredible.
Used to having to give guidance from the get-go, I was surprised when all that came out of my mouth were soft moans and whimpers, and variations of, “Oh that’s so good.” She took her time exploring, tasting every part of me, adjusting to every sound and movement I made until it felt like every muscle in my body was quivering. Rather than just foreplay as necessity, or a fine-let’s-get-it-out-of-the-way orgasm, Brooke’s slow and patient worship promised to be unlike any I’d had before.
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Worship was exactly right. I felt worshipped and desired but not in a seedy or objectified way. My orgasm was the star attraction, my pleasure her sole purpose, and she made sure I knew it. Her hands roamed my body as her mouth sent me higher and higher. There came a light touch at my entrance, a teasing swirl of pressure before a murmur of, “Oh, sweetheart, you are so, so wet and you taste so fucking good.” That touch again, a promise of something more. Her voice was husky, hot breath against my even hotter flesh. “I want to be inside you, please. Can I?”
There were few things I would say no to, certainly not that, and certainly not to this woman who clearly knew what she was doing. “Yes, please. Anything, I trust you, please just fuck me until I come.”
When she groaned, the vibration against my clit made my legs twitch. Her tongue didn’t let up its knowing strokes, and I felt her then, deep inside pressing against the spot that makes my body tingle. I couldn’t help but push against the pressure, frantic with the overwhelming sensations. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”
“What I said I would. I’m enjoying you.” There was a hint of amusement under the lustful tone. “Very, very much.”
I pushed her hair from her forehead so I could watch her expression as she licked me. “Please keep enjoying me. That feels so fucking good. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop…that’s incredible…I’m close.”
“I won’t stop, sweetheart. Not until you’ve come for me,” she whispered before the heat of her tongue moved slowly through my wetness again.
I’d caught glimpses of this side of her before, simmering below her flirtation, but I had no clue just how sexual she was. Carnal. With every passing moment it became clearer how much she’d hidden it.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and I fucking loved it. I’d had men between my thighs. On top of me. Underneath. Behind. But nothing had ever come close to the raw sensuality of Brooke between my legs, murmuring how good I tasted, how sexy I was, how hot my pussy was and how much she wanted me to come in her mouth.