“Don’t stop,” came her pleading sigh, breathless with wanting.
Laurie had no intention of stopping, nor was there a reason to rush. She took her time on the first nipple, while one hand roamed southward, fingers hooking the elastic waistband of the panties and easing them down several inches. As her mouth wandered to the other nipple, she slipped the underwear o entirely and felt the woman’s legs give a series of small kicks to send them flying o somewhere. Laurie didn’t notice or care where they landed.
Laurie zeroed in on a shimmer on the woman’s thighs.
“My, aren’t you eager?”
The woman wriggled, moaning softly. As if to urge Laurie to get on with it, she spread her legs wide, with not a hint of self-consciousness or hesitation. Did anyone really appreciate what a gift that type of freedom was until after the first faint lines of age marred their perfection? Laurie could project confidence, for sure, but inside she knew the truth—her bravado acted as a fortress to protect her from harm and rejection.
“Ah, the impatience of youth.”
Despite the more obvious drawbacks, it was at this moment when age o ered key advantages, because Laurie knew no matter how tempting it was to rush headlong toward the goal, the more time she spent teasing, the better the final result. Besides, it wasn’t like she had the pleasure of
exploring a naked youthful woman’s body every day. Come to think of it, had she been with someone this young before at all? As a woman in her twenties, she’d always had a thing for older women, and for the past two decades, Laurie had been the young one in the relationship. Tonight would be a novelty, and one to be relished.
Grasping one smooth, dainty foot, Laurie ran her thumb across five toes which had been painted in an unbelievably garish shade of electric blue. Adorable. She made a tsking sound, feigning disapproval. “What kind of color is this?”
“It’s called Blue My Mind.”
“I see.” She traced her hand up and down a firm calf muscle, finding the expanse of skin silky smooth and enticing. “Well, I certainly intend to.”
“Likewise.”
Laurie’s tongue followed her fingers, making its way up the leg at a leisurely pace, pausing right before the money spot. She could smell the sensual scent of arousal, and she inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of the woman’s breathing and the crackling of the fire. This was what it felt like to live life to the fullest, every sense humming with alertness.
Moving to the other thigh, Laurie licked her way to the spot where the arched hips and soft moans beckoned.
With one finger, she separated the slick lips, which seemed to scream for Laurie to move past all the way inside.
The woman draped her legs over Laurie’s shoulders, sliding her heels along Laurie’s back and releasing a suggestive whimper that, instead of urging Laurie to speed things up, reminded her once more to take it slowly. Laurie pulled back and, keeping a single finger deep inside, aimed upward instead.
The woman’s feet rested on her shoulders as Laurie lunged toward her mouth, bending her supple body into a
pretzel-like shape that, even after years of yoga, Laurie was certain she could never approximate. “What are you, a contortionist?”
“Maybe.” The woman grinned wickedly and pulled Laurie’s head toward her, nipping Laurie’s lower lip between her teeth.
They continued kissing. Laurie’s finger was still deep inside, and she relished the way the woman’s muscles tightened around her, drawing her further in. She moved in and out, knowing her companion wanted more but holding back as long as she could, heightening the anticipation. After one final, deep kiss, Laurie trekked back down, briefly stopping at one nipple and then the other.
Down and down her mouth explored.
The woman had abandoned her yoga pose and lay, legs splayed, in wait for Laurie’s return. Laurie eased a second finger inside, and at the same time, she flicked the clit aggressively with her tongue. She was rewarded with the sensation of fingers grasping her hair in a tight fist, followed by a sharp but satisfying yank she could feel all the way to her roots. The hard work she’d put in that morning blow-drying and combing her coif to perfection was destroyed with a few enthusiastic tugs, and Laurie couldn’t have cared less.
Her fingers continued their in-and-out rhythm, slow and steady, her mouth taking its time as she focused on the bundle of nerves. She was rewarded with increasing wetness.
The woman’s hips gyrated with need, making it a challenge for Laurie to keep her mouth where it was so obviously, desperately needed.
Laurie’s body thrummed with pleasure at the way she made this beautiful creature writhe with delight and wanting. It increased Laurie’s thirst. Each moan amplified Laurie’s need to bring the greatest of releases.
The woman’s breathing quickened, which alerted Laurie that the end was near, sadly, but to stop right then and there would be cruel to both of them.
Laurie plunged in deep.
The woman’s body trembled, and Laurie pressed her tongue to the clit, while curling her fingers upward, finding the exact spot to set o the beginning wave of an orgasm.
There was a thrashing and clawing of Laurie’s scalp, a wild abandon that filled her with excitement and urged her on.Laurie moved in deeper, her tongue intent on extending the experience for as long as the two could ride out the wave.
Both of them panted, thrashing about on the carpet, making it di cult to know which body belonged to whom, the two of them melding together for the exhilarating experience that Laurie knew would eventually stop but wished could go on forever.
When the second bout stilled, they collapsed back onto the carpet, neither moving at first. The smell of sex hung in the air.
“That was amazing.” The woman’s eyes were glazed and seemed to be having trouble focusing.
Amazing? The word didn’t begin to do justice to the total wanton abandon to passion and animal instinct Laurie had experienced. No doubt later, when the thrill had subsided, Laurie would be filled with guilt and second guessing, but not now. A whole new world of sensation had been opened to her, something that, at the age of forty-nine, Laurie would have sworn was impossible. How wrong she’d been. What a shame it was over.
Extricating herself from the stranger’s limbs, Laurie sat up and reached for her discarded robe. Her companion rolled toward her, hair sticking out in every direction in that
quintessential I’ve been fucked sort of way, and frowned.
“Where are you going?”
“Bed.”
The woman smirked as she pulled herself into a sitting position. “I guess your mind must’ve been blown for you to abandon your bed-sharing restriction.”
Laurie rose to her feet, stifling a groan as every joint and muscle registered protest at the unexpected exertion she’d put them through. She swiped the bottle of gin, or what was left of it, planning to drink the rest in bed in hopes it would cure whatever ailed her. “Not at all. The bed is still strictly o -limits.”
“But what about me?” The woman trotted after her as Laurie headed toward the open bedroom door.
“Your accommodations are through there.” Laurie pointed toward the second closed door she’d indicated earlier.
“That’s not what I meant.” The woman placed a hand on one of her enticing hips.
She knew what her companion was really hinting at, but the truth was, tempting as it might be, there was a di erence between spending some time bringing another person pleasure and opening one’s own self up to the same. She’d enjoyed the first immensely, but allowing the same to be done to her in return by a total stranger was a level of vulnerability she simply couldn’t permit. That level of intimacy was reserved for a real relationship, something this was not and would never be. “It’s late.”
“But, it’s your turn.”
“Good night, Dingle.” With that, Laurie stepped into the bedroom and clicked the door shut, blocking out any further protest.
C H A P T
E R S I X
JACK STOOD NAKED IN THE HOTEL ROOM, STARING AT THE DOOR THAT
had been closed a few inches from her face. Her body thrummed from the recent activities by the fireplace, and she ached to continue, to take her own turn at mind blowing, so to speak. Was she really to be denied? By the look of things, the answer was a resounding, and somewhat shocking, yes.
“Who does she think she is, anyway?” Jack muttered, turning her back to the door. “Good night, just like that? And I’m supposed to slink away to my bedroom like a good girl and be grateful?”
She was still fuming when she reached the door to her bedroom, which she flung open and stormed through without so much as a forward glance. This proved a major mistake, as her face smacked almost instantly into an unseen barrier with all the force of a moving car hitting a brick wall. Jack stumbled backward, landing with a loud thwack on her bare ass. What the fuck had happened?
Her hand flew to her throbbing nose, the intensity of the pain making Jack’s eyes water. A quick check suggested it was neither broken nor bleeding. Thank goodness for that, anyway. With a shake of her head, Jack rose to her feet. She
had started to massage her bruised butt cheek when the door behind her opened and a woman’s voice rang out.
“What are you doing out here, fondling your own ass?”
“There’s something wrong with my room.” Jack answered, realizing exactly how lame it sounded.
“The pillows aren’t to your liking?”
“I can’t get into it. There’s like a force field or something.” Yeah, if she’d sounded stupid before, this really sealed the deal.
Blair padded toward her, robe hanging open in front to reveal at least as much as it hid. Jack’s eyes drifted to the patch of dark hair between her legs, feeling the denial of access she’d been given to that space almost as keenly as she’d felt the bump to her noggin. Was this all some sort of game designed to torture her?
“Let me see.” As Blair reached out her hand, Jack tried without success to block the memories of those fingers moving inside her. She was getting wet just standing there.
Truly unfair. There was a tapping noise as the woman’s hand struck the same barrier Jack’s face had encountered.
“There’s another door.”
“Like for an adjoining room?”
“Apparently. We’ll need to find the doorknob. Here it is.”
Though it was hard to see in the dim light, Jack heard the unmistakable rattle of a locked doorknob. “That’s strange.
Last time I stayed here, the door was open.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Do you want to spend the night in the snow? It can still be arranged.” She said it in the same acerbic tone she always used, but the way she hugged her robe to her body as she spoke tipped Jack o to what was really going on. Blair was sensitive about her age, and lashing out was a means of defense.
Jack immediately regretted her saucy tone. “I didn’t mean to imply—”
She straightened up, waving away the apology. “It appears Mr. Ahmed may have turned this into a one-room suite.”
Jack nodded, feeling glum. “I guess I’m out of luck, then.”
“It appears so,” the woman agreed.
“Maybe I—” Jack paused mid thought as her companion looked at her sharply, as if trying to anticipate what she was about to say, to see what proposition she would need to smack down next. But Jack had learned her lesson. She didn’t dare try again. “Could I borrow a pillow for the couch, please?”
For a moment, the woman’s eyes held fast and it seemed that she was trying to work out the answer to a puzzle that was beyond her grasp. Then she nodded. “Follow me.”
Jack did as she was told, reaching for the light switch as she entered the pitch-dark bedroom. Her hand was instantly swatted away.
“No.”
“But I can’t see.”
“There’s nothing in here you need to see.”
She doesn’t want me to see her in the bright light. Jack wasn’t sure how she knew that was the reason, but she knew she was correct. Her hand sought the woman’s arm, finding it and holding tight. “Can I say one thing?”
There was a sni in response, but the woman didn’t try to free herself, nor did she say no.
“You are the most alluring, beautiful, sexy woman I have ever met. And I… wanted you to know that.” Jack waited to be laughed at or dismissed. Instead, the woman shifted, leaning close to her ear.
“And?” A challenge.
Desire flooded Jack, clearing her mind of everything except one thought. “And, I want to fuck you.”
The woman freed her arm from Jack’s grasp and walked away without answering. A faint creak of springs revealed she’d sat on the bed. Deflated, Jack turned to leave.
Jack stopped in the doorway at the exaggerated sound of a throat clearing. Now what did the woman want, to torment her a little more? She turned and glared into the shadows.
“What?”
“I don’t have all night.” The woman’s voice was commanding, but Jack detected a ghost of a smile and something else. Excitement, perhaps? Now that she’d been given the chance, it gave Jack a thrill to try to crack the woman’s icy exterior.
As soon as she reached the bed, Jack felt herself being pulled atop the mattress, her body sinking deep into the cloud-like duvet as the woman climbed on top. That was not how the night was going to go, but Jack knew if she didn’t assert herself right then and there, she’d never get her way.
In one swift move, Jack rolled the woman onto her back.
Jack braced for the inevitable sharp command aimed at putting her in her place.
“Well, I never!” her companion hu ed, though considering their size di erence, her struggle to regain the top position was mostly for show.
“Never?” Jack teased. “That explains a lot.” It didn’t scare her. Instead, she was shocked to find it turned her on.
She’d never realized how sexy a power trip could be until tonight.
Further teasing was stopped as the woman’s mouth clamped down on Jack’s bottom lip, a not-so-subtle reminder that regardless of being on top at the moment, Jack remained the subordinate in the situation. It was maddening, but not because she lacked control. No, Jack
wanted this alluring stranger to call the shots, a desire she’d never experienced before. Had the blizzard shifted her into an alternate universe? If so, it was proving surprisingly full of delights.
When the vice-like grip that held her in place loosened, Jack’s mouth trekked down the woman’s chin to the hollow of her throat.
The woman’s cleavage hitched, beckoning her onward.
Licking and nipping her way toward one nipple, Jack asked, “Does this meet your standards?”
Her companion inhaled a sharp intake of breath, pressing her eyelids shut. “Harder,” she commanded.
Jack obeyed, her own clit throbbing with wanting.
“I feel I must inform you that this won’t end the way you think it will.”
Jack glanced up. Her eyes had adjusted enough in the dark that she could make out the woman’s penetrating gaze.
“Intriguing that you know what’s to come and I don’t have the faintest.”
“There’s something to be said about experience.”
Jack pinched the nipple that had until recently been in her mouth between two fingers. “An undervalued commodity.”
The woman propped herself up on bent elbows, a challenge in her tone. “Not by you.”
“I’m eager to please.”
The woman arched, raising her hip into Jack’s wetness.
“Eager for something, I see. My other nipple needs you.”
Jack teased it to life with a few carefully placed flicks of her tongue. “You’ve never told me how you think this is going to end.”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Well,” Jack said, tracing tight circles around the hardened nipple with the tip of her finge
r, “I’m not the type to shirk responsibility. Or neglect needs.”
“And you think you know what I need?”
Jack let out a low, throaty laugh. Of course, she knew. It was obvious, right?
“What do I need?” the woman urged.
“A release.”
Luckily, their needs at that moment aligned, as Jack’s need right then was to get this woman over the finish line.
Jack’s hip pressed into her partner’s pussy, rubbing it rhythmically. Or was she the one being ridden? It was impossible to determine, given the ferocity of the two of them, who exactly was in charge.
The pressure of a hand pushing her shoulder signaled to Jack it was time to move on from nipples and continue her downward journey. Jack’s fingers wended along the woman’s side, over her hip bone, down the outside of her thigh. She rounded the top of the knee and slid up the inner leg, eliciting a faint shudder from its owner.
In the dim light, the woman widened her eyes, then narrowed them into a practiced look of total domination.
Instead of being incensed by the unbridled bossiness, Jack felt a thrill, along with overwhelming jealousy toward any other person who had ever been on the receiving end of this particular expression. If anyone was going to be bossed around by this stunning force of a woman, Jack wanted it to be her and her alone.
Eager to please, Jack skimmed her fingertips along slick pussy lips and awaited a signal to continue, which came quickly in the form of a do it now nod. Jack split the lips, plunging one finger into her wetness and releasing a fuck me moan.
Her companion’s sex was swollen, demanding even more of Jack’s attention, but as she moved to take it into her mouth, she was stopped by a palm against her forehead.
“Circle my clit. Not too hard and not too slow.” There was a slight hitch in Blair’s breath as Jack implemented her directions. It gave Jack more pleasure than it should have to know she’d gotten it right.
“Go in deeper.”
As the woman’s pelvis tilted upward, Jack added another finger and pressed in slowly but with force.
The woman trembled, her insides constricting around Jack’s fingers like a python swallowing her prey.
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