“Did that just happen?” asked Reilly, feeling drunk. She kissed her way up the side of Drew’s neck. As exhausted as she was from the most shattering orgasm she’d ever had, she couldn’t hold still. She couldn’t stop her lips from claiming Drew’s skin, her hands from wanting to own her. She was consumed with want, overcome with the need to preserve the feelings that roiled within her.
“It did,” replied Drew, groaning as Reilly’s lips grazed over Drew’s jaw and found her mouth.
“Wow,” sighed Reilly as they parted to catch their breath, and Reilly reached up to push Drew’s hair behind her ears. The simple gesture tempered the almost blinding craze of desire that swirled within Reilly, and she relaxed in Drew’s embrace.
“Wow, indeed,” said Drew.
“You are so beautiful,” said Reilly lifting her head to capture Drew’s gaze. Her hands fluttered beside Drew’s face, pushing the damp hair back. Her voice trembled with emotion, but she didn’t care.
“I feel beautiful when you look at me like that,” replied Drew.
Reilly kissed her again and explored all of the skin within her reach. They were quiet as they absorbed what had just happened between them.
“What’s this?” asked Reilly, running her fingers over a flat scar on Drew’s hip.
“Oh… just a thing I got when I was a kid. It happened so long ago,” said Drew, shrugging.
“It might just be my favorite part on you,” said Reilly.
“Why is that?” asked Drew, a furrow forming in the middle of her normally smooth brow.
“Because it proves that you aren’t perfect. If you didn’t have that, I’d have to worry that you’re too good to be true,” teased Reilly, only half-kidding.
Drew smiled at Reilly’s remark and kissed her again. Reilly moaned and felt the tumult of craving surge inside of her again. She would never get enough of Drew’s warm lips.
“Reilly?” whispered Drew.
“Hmmm?” asked Reilly, tracing the edges of Drew’s lower lip with her tongue.
“I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to get up. My butt is asleep.”
Reilly laughed and, with great reluctance, left the warmth of Drew’s lap. Standing, she offered Drew her hand.
They both laughed as Drew rose with stiff legs, but the laughs died in their throats as Reilly caught Drew’s eyes roaming over her with a visible hunger. When Drew’s eyes met hers, Reilly saw the irises constrict into a thin ring around the unfathomable dark depths, and she wondered what Drew saw in her eyes.
“You are breathtaking, Reilly. Breathtaking,” whispered Drew. She stepped closer, taking Reilly’s arms and wrapping them around her waist.
“I never want to stop touching you,” said Reilly, and she threw her head back with a deep groan when Drew’s lips left hers to kiss a path down her neck.
“That would be paradise,” murmured Drew, moving back to Reilly’s mouth.
Several minutes later, when Reilly’s hand had made its way back to the moist apex between Drew’s legs and she was about to suggest they find a bed, a persistent bell broke through the fog of their desire.
Drew gave a frustrated moan and made to move away, but Reilly held her.
“I have to get that,” laughed Drew, even as she relaxed into Reilly’s arms.
“Get what?” asked Reilly, intent on continuing her exploration.
“The oven,” smiled Drew, kissing Reilly one more time, as she eased away.
“Oven?” asked Reilly. Intoxicated by the feel of Drew’s body, she didn’t understand. She felt their separation with acute awareness as Drew stepped out of reach. Reluctance to leave was written in Drew’s eyes even as she smiled and disappeared through a doorway behind her.
It was only when Drew’s naked body was no longer distracting her that Reilly finally comprehended why Drew was walking away. Dinner. She followed the delicious smells and the sound of the oven timer toward the door Drew had disappeared through and found herself in the kitchen. Drew was already turning off the timer and opening the oven door. Steam billowed out, and Reilly’s stomach growled at the promise of food while her heart clenched at the sight of the beautiful woman standing in her view.
Reilly stood near the doorway and watched as Drew donned oven mitts to take a shallow pan from the oven and place it on the counter. Her eyes traced the long lines that defined the toned curves of Drew’s naked form as she performed the task. The muscles in Drew’s arms flexed as she handled the pan while browned cheese bubbled at the edges, and the fragrance of simmering red sauce filled the room. Drew picked up another pan containing freshly risen dough that had been sitting on the counter, and slid it into the hot oven, and Reilly thought about skimming her fingers along the swaying roundness of Drew’s breasts. Drew caught Reilly staring as she closed the oven and gave Reilly a slow smile. She took off the mitts and reset the timer. With great appreciation, Reilly watched the smooth ease with which Drew accomplished each motion, seeing Drew’s grace from the yoga studio reflected in even this domestic demonstration. The fact that Drew was still nude, her body flushed with their recent activity, fanned Reilly’s desire.
“Lasagna’s ready and the bread will be done in a few minutes. I hope you’re hungry,” said Drew, setting the timer and placing it on the counter.
“I’m ravenous,” replied Reilly, moving closer to Drew, slipping her hand over her silky hip. “For more of you. I could use some food, too.”
“There’s enough of both, believe me,” said Drew. “But food first. You’ll need your energy.”
Drew covered the pan she had removed from the oven with loose foil and pushed it to the back of the counter, while Reilly snaked her arms around her from behind and kissed a line across her shoulders. Drew groaned and pressed back against her. Reilly’s core pulsed.
“Does that need to cool down? Can I help with anything?” asked Reilly, hopeful. When Drew nodded and turned her head, Reilly took an earlobe between her teeth, and she felt Drew shiver. She slid her hands up and down Drew, stopping to cup a breast in one palm as her other hand went south and grazed the soft hair between Drew’s thighs. Drew spread her stance just a little, to allow Reilly’s fingers access to stroke the swollen flesh. Drew groaned, but Reilly only made one pass through the silken folds before she traced a path down the front of Drew’s leg, and then drew her fingertips back up. Drew leaned forward against the counter and pressed her ass into Reilly as Reilly repeated the motions while returning Drew’s press from behind. When Reilly’s fingers lingered in the soft curls, and then moved more deeply into the depths between them, Drew gasped and grabbed Reilly’s wrist, stopping Reilly from continuing her exploration.
“I’m afraid that if we start again, we’ll never get around to dinner,” said Drew.
“Too late,” whispered Reilly, releasing Drew’s breast and dropping her own arm to wrap Drew more tightly against her. At the same time, her fingers slid deeply into Drew, her palm brushing against Drew’s swollen clit.
“Oh,” moaned Drew, her nails pressed into Reilly’s wrist. She lowered her head to the counter, and Reilly felt the slick folds of Drew’s center wrap tightly around her fingers, which moved so easily into the wet warmth. Drew swayed in front of her, and Reilly watched the muscles dance along Drew’s back. Reilly’s sex clutched and pulsed as she watched Drew move before her, and she wanted Drew inside of her again. Reilly’s fingers slid in and out of Drew as she leaned over and kissed the soft skin in the middle of Drew’s back.
“God, I want—“ Drew moaned, bucking under Reilly’s breasts, which were now pressed into Drew’s back. “I want—“
Reilly’s core pulsed at the sound of Drew’s voice straining, and Reilly thrust more deeply into her, taking her, filling her. Drew’s cries grew louder, and Reilly had to control herself so that, in her own excitement, she didn’t break the rhythm that Drew kept with her hips. Without warning, Drew spun to face Reilly, and Reilly’s hand was pulled from its tight sheath. But Drew held her gaze and pulled R
eilly’s hand to her again. Reilly was once again deep within Drew, who leaned back against the counter and spread her legs, pulling Reilly close to her, kissing her, devouring her. Reilly straddled Drew’s thigh and ground against it as her fingers slid in and out of Drew, faster and harder. Drew was so close. They both were. Reilly pressed down on Drew’s thigh and felt the fire start to spread in her belly, felt the first ripple of what she knew would soon become a brilliant rush of release. The muscles in her thighs tightened. She felt strong and powerful, and she wanted to fill Drew with that feeling.
“I want to see your eyes when I come,” panted Drew. She held onto the counter behind her and her eyes penetrated Reilly as her brows rose and her lips parted.
“Come for me now, Drew,” demanded Reilly, held by the power of Drew’s stare.
“Oh god. Soon.”
Drew’s hips moved frantically against Reilly, and Reilly pressed her aching clit against the firmness of Drew’s thigh. Drew’s breaths started to shake between her low groans. She felt the steady contractions of Drew’s depths pull at her fingers. Drew let go of the counter and wrapped her hands around Reilly’s waist, pressing Reilly down upon her thigh, never breaking the gaze that felt like a physical tether between them.
Reilly wanted to watch Drew come before she let herself fall over the edge, but the sounds that Drew made as she teetered on her own ledge kept driving the tension in the center of Reilly’s belly higher. She tried to hold back.
“You’re so close,” whispered Reilly, as she concentrated, projecting her own imminent release upon Drew, as her fingers moved in the rhythm that Drew had set.
“Yes,” moaned Drew. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
Reilly felt the contractions of Drew’s core grow stronger, saw the flame of passion burn in Drew’s eyes, and she wanted Drew to come. But the feel and look of Drew so close to release ripped open the gates of Reilly’s control, and Drew’s low-timbered question was the final thing that sent Reilly to the point of no return. She opened her mouth in a silent cry when she felt the first rush of bliss erupt inside of her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” chanted Drew, holding Reilly with her hands and her eyes. Reilly thought that she would explode with the sensations that rolled within her, radiating like electric waves to the edges of her skin. Reilly writhed against Drew, unable to determine where her body left off and Drew’s body began. Her breaths came out in hoarse shudders, and Reilly collapsed against Drew, though their eyes remained locked.
“That was beautiful,” said Drew, holding Reilly to her, pressing against her, rolling her hips in the rhythm that she had kept going, even as Reilly had lost control during her powerful orgasm. Reilly should have been spent, but the waves of heat that she felt rolling through Drew’s center and the intensity in Drew’s eyes kept her moving. “That was the most… the most…“
Drew’s mouth opened wide and Reilly moved in time to Drew’s motion. Reilly could see the erupting desire filling Drew’s eyes, the silver almost completely obscured by her dilated pupils. The cords of Drew’s neck stood out as every part of her grew taut. She started to shudder, and Reilly felt a flood of moisture fill her palm. The fingers grasping her waist clutched at her. Drew’s breathing grew jagged, and her hips began to pump again. Wave after wave of warm contractions swept across Reilly’s fingers, and Reilly felt herself swept away again, as the thigh between her legs pressed against her. Her orgasm, unexpected and sudden, was like a gunshot, and she cried out. She wanted to close her eyes and fall into Drew, but she held on and maintained the eye-lock that seemed to ratchet the intensity between them higher.
Reilly held onto Drew and their movements became less frantic. As Reilly caught her breath, she continued to stare into Drew’s eyes, which were now soft and unfocused. Carefully, she eased away from the thigh between her legs, knowing that she would come again if she stayed where she was. She didn’t move far though, and she leaned her forehead against Drew’s. Their breathing slowed to normal, but her fingers remained inside of Drew as Reilly enjoyed feeling Drew’s flutters of pleasure grow fainter. When Reilly began to slide out, Drew groaned and squeezed her thighs together. This renewed Reilly’s passion, and she pressed into Drew again, immediately ready to see Drew climb to even higher pleasure.
With a smile, Drew wrapped her hand around Reilly’s wrist, stopping Reilly’s motions. Slowly, she eased Reilly’s fingers out of her. “I might have a heart attack if you do that.”
“I think I already had one,” laughed Reilly, blowing out a breath and finally breaking their gaze to kiss Drew’s neck. Drew groaned and pulled Reilly against her. Reilly wrapped her arms around Drew and the feeling of their breasts pressed together sent Reilly’s pulse racing again.
“That was the most intense thing that I’ve ever experienced,” sighed Drew, next to Reilly’s ear. The vibration of Drew’s voice so near made her shiver. Every one of her senses was on high, and the sensation threatened to send her toward the precipice again. She wondered if she could come simply from hearing Drew speak.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever had so many orgasms so close together,” admitted Reilly.
“It wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge again, either,” said Drew. Hearing an invitation, Reilly slid her hand over Drew’s hip and grazed the damp heat between Drew’s legs. Drew laughed and guided Reilly’s hand back around her waist. “Oh, no you don’t. Heart attack, remember?”
“Then we better get some clothes on,” said Reilly leaning back, and moaning with a shudder as Drew’s nipples grazed hers again. “Otherwise, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“Good idea. I’ll meet you right back here,” said Drew, sliding from between Reilly and the counter with a lingering kiss. Reilly swiveled to watch, but didn’t move as Drew slowly walked backward through a doorway that led to the back of the house. She almost followed her, but part of her was in shock. Nothing had ever felt more right, and she took a minute to let it sink in. The euphoria that filled Reilly was better than any drug. She couldn’t control her smile as she finally went to get her clothes.
Reilly was just slipping a foot into one of her flip-flops when arms wrapped around her from behind.
“You make that pair of jeans look sinful.”
Warm lips kissed her neck and Reilly lost herself in the sensation.
When Drew’s lips moved away, Reilly turned in her arms.
“Hey, don’t stop.”
Drew wore a simple, flowing top and drawstring pants that went down to mid-calf. Dressed all in black, and with her black hair, Drew’s silver eyes stood out like beautiful stars in a velvet sky. Reilly wanted to kiss her again.
“I already warned you that you can’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” asked Reilly, unable to take her eyes from Drew’s mouth.
“Like that. Like you’re doing right now.”
Reilly smiled and kissed Drew slowly.
“I refuse to take all of the blame,” she said, when they finally parted. “You just make me feel so—” Reilly leaned back in for another kiss, but Drew captured her face in her hands before she could land it on her smiling mouth.
“No more kisses until after dinner, and then I promise there will be many, many more. Do you think you can manage?”
“I’ll try,” groaned Reilly, letting Drew step back from her embrace. Then she remembered the wine that she had brought. “Oh, I forgot—” she said as she opened the door and came back with the bottle she had left on the porch railing and the towel that had been completely forgotten. “I brought wine… and your towel.”
Drew took both from Reilly and thanked her with a lingering kiss.
“I thought you said—“
“That’s it. The last one until after dinner.”
Reilly laughed and let Drew pull her into the kitchen, where Drew immediately placed her on a barstool on the other side of the counter.
“You stay right there. I only have a couple of things I need
to finish up,” said Drew.
“Let me help.”
“The kind of help you provide is a little counterproductive, wouldn’t you say?”
“I can keep my hands to myself.”
“Yeah? But I’m not sure I can. That’s why I need you on that side of the counter.”
Reilly did as she was told, swinging a leg over a high stool that she pulled from beneath the counter. Her eyes were still glued on Drew as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the smooth granite countertops, but the smell of Drew on her fingers made her mouth water. Drew must have had the same reaction, because just as she was about to dump a bag of salad into a bowl, she looked at Reilly with a grin and then turned on the faucet to wash her hands. Reilly grinned back and slid from her seat to join her. Reilly couldn’t help herself and leaned over to kiss Drew as she was rinsing the suds from her hands. The timer for the bread was the only thing that brought them back to the task at hand. Drew pushed her away, and Reilly flicked water at Drew, but she dutifully went back to her seat to watch Drew make a salad and put the finishing touches on the bread in the oven. Drew took down dishes and wouldn’t let Reilly help set the table.
“At least let me open the wine,” said Reilly, when the enticement of kissing Drew’s neck became almost undeniable.
“That would be perfect,” said Drew reaching into a drawer to get the corkscrew. “You didn’t drink last night. I wondered if you had quit.”
“I don’t drink nearly as much as I used to, but I didn’t drink last night because I was afraid that I would say something stupid.”
“Ah,” said Drew, handing Reilly the corkscrew. When Drew didn’t press for more detail, Reilly realized that, for once, she wanted to share more about herself.
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