by Kris Bryant
“Shit.” I dropped my legs down on the bed. I felt Piper smile against my leg. “I’m sorry.” I was mortified. I covered my eyes with the crook of my arm in embarrassment.
“Are you kidding me? I feel like a goddess right now,” Piper said. She peppered tiny kisses back up my body until she was face-to-face with me. She tapped on my arm until I moved it away from my eyes. She had the cockiest smirk on her face. I groaned and tried to cover my face again, but she stopped me. “No. Let me see your face. You’re so beautiful, Shay.”
It was the first time she used my nickname. Even Marisa didn’t call me that. It was a name I used growing up, but once I hit college, I went by my full name. I wanted to be taken seriously in the real world. But hearing it now made me smile. It felt like a term of endearment, not just a nickname.
“Can we start over? Pretend that didn’t happen?” I asked.
She kissed me softly. I tasted myself on her mouth and ran my tongue over her lips to taste more. Our night was just beginning.
“You always want to start over. Conversations about us, and now sex.” She bit my bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. I moaned again and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs with mine, never breaking our rough and passionate kiss. I could kiss Piper all night, but I wanted more. I needed more. I sucked my way down her neck. Her body rose to meet my mouth. I kissed the tender spot above her collarbone, the softness of her breast, the curve of her hip. All sensitive areas that made her moan when my lips brushed by them. I kissed her through her lacy panties, anxious to taste her but dragging out the moment as long as I could before I crashed down on her. I all but ripped the lace down and her hips lifted. I tugged her panties past her knees and waited for her to kick them off before I continued. She was smooth everywhere. I smiled and ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She reached behind her and grabbed my slatted headboard. I slowed down so I could appreciate everything about her body. The chill bumps that were under my fingertips, the slight shiver when I caressed a soft spot, the sound of her hitched breathing when I got close to her slit.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I said softly.
She threaded her fingers in my hair. I smiled because I didn’t think she heard me. I said it more for myself because I couldn’t believe my dream was coming true. I felt a ping of guilt, because I wanted to start us off with nothing but honesty between us. The secret of Emma and Robin weighed heavily on my mind, but I mentally blocked it and focused all my attention on Piper. I ran my hand up and down her leg, moving closer to the inside of her thigh with each stroke.
“Shay, you’re driving me crazy.” Her voice was raspy and laced with a note of desperation.
I obliged her silent plea and softly licked her wet core. I spread her apart to slip a finger inside. She was so tight and warm. I moaned when her walls squeezed me. I moved slowly at first, watching her body rise with each gentle thrust. When I slipped another finger inside her, she moaned loudly. My heart surged and pumped even faster with every noise she made. I was determined to please her in every way she would let me. I captured her engorged clit in my mouth and gently rolled it around my tongue, sucking it, licking it, feeling it harden with every pull of my mouth. I held her hips down with my free hand for fear that she would buck up and hurt both of us.
“Right there, yes, right there,” she whispered. Based on the hitches in her voice and her small cries of pleasure, I knew I was doing everything right. When she finally came, I pumped my fingers in and out until she stopped me. Her legs jerked with each aftershock and her hips rocked from side to side. I pulled the covers up and gathered her in my arms. She was still stiff from her orgasm and I wanted her to relax into me. I held her until her breathing returned to normal and her body became pliant in my embrace.
“You okay?” I was worried that she wasn’t ready for me, for this intensity yet. First-time sex was hard because you were learning one another’s likes and dislikes. I stroked her back gently, lovingly, and waited for her to answer. She nodded against me. When I felt warm tears against my neck I held her even tighter. There were no words I could say to ease her mind or heart, so I did the best I could by holding her and waiting.
“Wow. That was harder than I thought,” she said.
What the hell did that mean? I tried not to take it wrong so I waited until she explained herself. It didn’t take long before she realized what she said wasn’t flattering. I felt her hand on my chest.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I wasn’t expecting to be this emotional about what just happened. I thought I was ready,” she said.
I tensed up. I didn’t mean to, but her explanation wasn’t any better. This was too soon. I frowned into her hair but told myself I wouldn’t cry.
“No, no. I’m doing a bad job explaining. This? Us? Was incredible. I’m surprised at how incredible it was, it is. I was thinking we’d laugh and have a good time. I wasn’t expecting my heart to be so involved.”
I relaxed and laid my head on my pillow. Piper leaned up on her elbow and looked at me. I wiped away a tear that rested in the corner of her eye. She touched my face and traced a path down to my neck where she felt my pulse.
“Pretty fast,” she said.
I slid my hand to her neck and felt hers. It hammered against my fingers. “Wow.”
She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. “That was really nice.”
“And we’re just getting started.” I kissed the top of her head and snuggled under the blanket with her.
“And we still have to eat dinner.”
“I think we deserve dinner in bed. I’ll go fix us two plates and head back.”
Piper pounced on me when I tried to slip out of bed. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere just yet.”
I lasted longer than a minute the second orgasm she gave me, and forgot about time after the third.
* * *
“So many wonderful tastes tonight.” I innocently pointed my fork at the plate of enchiladas on my lap. It took us two hours before we finally got around to eating. I had to microwave both plates, but the food was still delicious. Piper was wearing a T-shirt that said “I will not be afraid of women” and her little pink panties. I had no idea where her bra ended up. I refused to explain my faded favorite T-shirt but made her wear it anyway. She’d braided her hair back to keep it out of her food, but I planned on letting it down the second we were done.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“Thank you for cooking dinner tonight.” I ate the last bite and put my plate on the nightstand. “I can’t remember the last time somebody cooked for me.”
“How long has it been since you dated? I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” she said.
I didn’t know if I wanted to talk about past relationships since we just had mind-blowing sex and I wanted to bathe in the afterglow just a little bit longer, but I decided to play along. “If you don’t count Lani, my last date was about eight months ago.”
She stared at me.
“What?”
“How is that possible? You’re perfect.”
I blushed and waved her off. “Not even close to that, but thank you. I just never really thought about dating and relationships. I’m pretty busy with work.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but finding somebody who you clicked so well with wasn’t that easy. Most women my age were either already in relationships, or busy with their children and spouses, or just jerks. Colorado was a mecca of lesbians, but I had a hard time finding the right one, and I didn’t want to blow through all of them.
“Look at me,” she said. I took a deep breath and met her gaze. “You really are special. A lot has happened the last six months in both of our lives, but I’m happy you’re in mine. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but right here, right now, I’m in a good place.”
Truthfully, what she said didn’t give me butterflies. I didn’t expect her to profess her undying love for me after one night, but I w
as hoping for more of a commitment. I didn’t sleep around, or at least not in the last half a dozen years or so. Making money made me happy and I focused on that. With everything that happened to me this year, my priorities had shifted. I was ready for the happily ever after, but apparently Piper wasn’t. At least not with me.
“Are you done? I’ll take your plate.” I needed to get out of there for a quick breather. I took her plate, stacked it on mine, and scooted out of bed. “Do you need anything?”
“Maybe some ice water?”
I nodded and bolted out of the room. I didn’t know how to talk about the future with her. I put the plates in the sink after I rinsed them. At the sound of Piper’s voice, I turned in surprise.
“Is the hot tub in operation?” she asked.
She looked out the sliding glass door. My T-shirt was long enough to cover her hips but too short to cover up her sweet ass that peeked out from beneath her pink panties. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, but a few wisps framed her face. She was always beautiful. I sighed.
“It sure is. Want to sit in it for a bit?” Visions of sex with Piper in my hot tub motivated me to slip out and turn it on for us.
“I’d love to. Wait. Can anyone see us?” She looked around at the darkness.
“Only the stars can see my backyard.” I mentally thanked Marisa, who’d insisted I get a hot tub even though I fought it every step of the way. “Let’s give it some time to warm up and I’ll grab us a few robes.” It was already cold at night, so the hot tub would be perfect. “Oh, and you can’t wear any clothes.”
“You’re just saying that.” She nudged me with her elbow.
“No, seriously. The polyester fibers from bathing suits clog up the filter.”
“Then I’ll just wear this cotton T-shirt. That’s okay, right? Not polyester.”
I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m pretty sure the hot tub technician said no clothing of any kind allowed in the tub. I’m sorry. If you’re concerned about modesty, I guess I could wait until you were done and then go in by myself.” I sighed dramatically.
Piper stepped out of my embrace and pulled off the T-shirt. She looked at me with the naughtiest smile on her face.
“You’re going to have to drop the panties, too.”
She looked at them, hooked her thumbs in the top, pulled them down a fraction, then pulled them back up. “I think it’s okay to leave them on.”
It was so hard not to drop to my knees and taste her again. I reached for her and she came to me willingly. “It’s going to take time before it heats up. We have time to kill.”
She lifted her eyebrow at me as she pressed against my body. “I can think of a few things we can do.”
“Only a few? How disappointing. I was hoping for more than a few.”
Piper silenced me with a kiss. The kind of kiss that made me clutch her with weakness. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and ran her tongue over it, back and forth until I opened my mouth and we kissed as deeply as we could. I pulled her to the couch and nestled between her legs. This wasn’t going to be sweet sex like it was upstairs. This was going to be hard and fast. I pressed into her, hating that she was still wearing panties. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her hips against mine, both of us moaning and touching as much of one another as we could. I broke our embrace and sat up long enough to rip off her panties and pull her farther down on the couch. I hovered above her, running my fingers up and down her swollen, wet slit. When I entered her with two fingers, she cried out and raised her hips against my hand, wanting more. I drilled into her fast and deep and watched her body blush with passion. She reached for me, pulling me down closer to her.
“I need to touch you,” she whispered. Her voice was ragged and shaky and I knew she was ready for release.
My hand was drenched and cramped, but I wasn’t going to stop. I felt her fingernails press into my back as she clawed her way to greet her orgasm. Her body was rigid except for her hips, which rocked against my hand, greeting each thrust with a force of their own.
“More, Shay. I need more.”
I didn’t know if her body could accept more, but I slowed my hand and gently pushed a third finger in. She hissed. I moaned when I felt her adjust to me. I carefully moved in and out of her, building her up just like before, but not as hard. She was tight and I didn’t want to hurt her. She reached down and stopped my hand. I froze in confusion.
“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” I was mortified at the thought that I’d hurt her. I pulled out.
“I’m okay. Do it again,” she said.
I watched her eyes as I pressed all three fingers back inside her. Her chest rose and she held her breath.
“Again.”
I slipped all the way out and back in again. She swallowed and blinked slowly.
“Again.”
Christ. She was even wetter than before. I’d never been this turned on from simply watching another woman. I leaned down, my face inches from hers, and quickly kissed her.
“What do you want, Piper?”
I slipped all the way out and waited for her answer, my fingers barely touching her pussy.
“I want…” She paused and swallowed. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
An explosion went off inside my body. The thick drumming of my heart pulsated everywhere. I kissed her and gave her exactly what she wanted. She broke the kiss to cry out and sank her teeth into the taut muscle right below my neck. I hissed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn’t stop until she cried out and stilled her hips. I felt her arms wrap around me as I slipped out of her. Her ragged breathing had me somewhat concerned, but not enough to want to move. I was exhausted, but also exhilarated. I was spent, but full of energy. Feeling like I weighed too much for her, I shifted my body off hers and moved to the side. Her breasts and stomach glistened with sweat.
“You’re amazing,” she said.
I smiled at her and ran my fingers down her neck and over her nipples and rested them on her stomach. I’d never experienced trust this pure in my life. I knew without a doubt that I was falling for Piper. Even if we erased the last thirty minutes of our relationship, which thankfully we couldn’t, I would still be in awe of her. She was everything I expected and so much more.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how backward you have this. You’re the amazing one.” I sounded gushy and slightly emotional, but I was desperately trying to keep my shit together and not profess love for this woman. I didn’t look at her because I knew it would be written all over my face. Instead, I traced my fingertips over her curves and watched her body respond to my touch.
“I don’t think I can move.” She half laughed.
“I don’t expect you to. Just relax.”
She shivered, so I pulled the blanket from the back of couch down to cover us. We lay in companionable silence. Her hand was wrapped in my hair, stroking my scalp softly. I rested my palm on her stomach almost possessively.
“Do you think the hot tub is ready now?”
“I’ll go check. Wait here.” I knew full well she wasn’t going to move unless she had to. I unraveled myself from her embrace, kissed her swiftly, and slipped outside. I shivered in the cool air and checked the temperature. It was exactly what we wanted. I looked up at the night and smiled at all the stars. Tonight was perfect.
Chapter Twenty
“If we swing by the grocery store, we won’t have to leave my house at all.”
I was following Piper to her loft, amazed that we had the energy to get up and get dressed this morning. I’d lost count of how many times we made love since Friday. I counted the number of hours I’d slept all weekend and I was still in single digits, but I didn’t care. I would give up sleep for time with Piper without hesitation.
“I’ll beat you there,” I said. My phone beeped with another call. “Oh, Marisa is on the other line. I’ll see you inside.” I hung up with her
and switched the lines. “Hey, girl, hey.”
“You sound like you had a good date Friday night. Thanks for the call.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
“Hey, you can’t hate on me because I didn’t call you. I literally just left Piper’s side. I’m following her back to her place after we grab some groceries.”
“Oh. If you’re following her, that means you’re probably staying the night there so you can just get up and go tomorrow. I need more information. Start at the beginning,” she said.
“Always the detective. And how come you don’t sound happy for me? When you told me about Jason, I was all gaga about you both. Come on. I need support.” Even I heard the whine in my voice.
“I’m excited for you. I’m just a little more cautious. I’m sorry. Please, tell me about your date. I’m serious. I want to know,” she said.
“I’ll have to call you tomorrow. I’m pulling into a spot now. Everything is good, okay? Just know things are good.” I hung up with Marisa and smiled at Piper when she appeared in my window.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Everything is perfect,” I said. I refrained from kissing her since we were so new. I didn’t know how she wanted to handle us, especially in public.
She opened my door and reached for my hand. I grabbed my purse and followed her into the store. We had enough food for six meals even though I was only going to be there for two at most.
“I’ve always loved grocery shopping.” I added a bag of marshmallows to the cart.
“What’s happening with those?” Piper pointed to the bag.