Lesbian Romance: Collection: Her Obsession (LGBT Multicultural Romance) (Paranormal Historical Short Story Collection)

by Lovy Books

Ava grinned at her image as she gave herself one final look, knowing that she was flouting the boundaries of good taste. She liked pushing the edge though, and hoped that tonight she would finally get something more from Della than a polite handshake. Maybe her outfit would finally make that control snap, Ava thought, and she’d get more than she bargained for.

  As Ava waited for the taxi to pick her up, she thought about the word vampire again. Over the weeks spent in Della’s house, she’d noticed a lack of anything resembling food or drink, other than what Della provided for Ava, and the only room with a mirror in it was the guest bathroom. Ava never saw Della eat or drink anything, either. Thinking of the other signs of a vampire, Ava dismissed them because Della was an atheist, crosses and holy water might not work on those that didn’t believe. She never saw a hint of fangs, although there did appear to be two slight bumps on Della’s gums, just above her canine teeth. Ava just wasn’t sure about that part but she knew that she’d grown to care about the woman, even though their relationship was meant to only be business.

  Ava felt the same attraction to Della as Della felt for her. She dreamed about the woman, day and night, longed to touch her skin and soothe the worry that sometimes knitted her brow. She wanted to get to know her better and spend even more time with her. She found herself often focusing on Della’s beautiful red lips, decorated only with a shimmery gloss. Or the ice-blue eyes that seemed to hide so much but promised depths Ava couldn’t even imagine. And Della’s skin tempted Ava often. Everything about the woman was a temptation, even if it was still a mystery why she hid behind the artifice of being older than she was. Obviously Della wasn’t a teenager, but she wasn’t 40 years old either. She couldn’t be, not with skin that smooth. Which brought Ava back to that word, again.

  Dismissing her thoughts finally, knowing she was going to be late if the taxi didn’t soon show, she began to pace in front of her building. Finally, the car showed up and she gave the address where the event was being held. Much like the first time she met Della, Ava walked through the crowd and greeted the smiles with one of her own, took the slaps on the back, and walked up to the table filled with her friends and Della. This time, however, she was greeted with a wide smile from Della, not the coldness and refusal to acknowledge that she even existed unless prompted to. Ava slid down in the empty chair to Della’s right, and looked out at the happy people mixing around her.

  Della leaned over to whisper in Ava’s ear. “It looks like more success for you, which means success for us! I can’t thank you enough, Ava!”

  Ava sat back with a grin, brushing Della’s praise aside, and said, “Oh, this is a lot of your hard work too. Don’t give me all the credit here, you worked hard to make this happen!”

  “Perhaps, but I’d never have been able to do it without you. Thank you, so much!”

  “Not a problem, sweets, it was my pleasure. Although being able to sleep again will be nice, I must say.” Ava gave a tired grin, then caught a waiter as he passed by to snag a drink.

  Several hours later Ava was tipsy, singing a song she’d heard that evening as she helped the staff clean up, again. Della came up to her and asked how she was getting home.

  “Oh, I’ll call a taxi Della, never fear. I’m not walking home this late at night.” Ava said with a slight drawl that wasn’t normally there.

  “Oh, I don’t think a taxi will satisfy me, Ava, I need to know you’re home and in your bed safe and sound. Come with me, I’ll drive you home.” Della said, brushing a curl behind Ava’s ear and out of her eye where it kept brushing her eyelid, making Ava blink madly.

  “Really? Cool, yeah, that’d be great.” Ava said with a sloppy smile. The little bit of alcohol she’d drunk tonight had gone straight to her head for some reason. Maybe it was lack of sleep, she wondered as she walked out of the place with Della. She got into Della’s car and sat back, letting the luxurious seats and power of the car’s engine soothe her on the drive to her side of town. She didn’t even notice the flickering of the street lights as Della drove her home, not saying a word because she was snoozing.

  Della pulled up to Ava’s apartment building and turned the car off, watching Ava as she slept lightly in the seat beside her. She was beautiful and Della wanted nothing more than to brush her lips against Ava’s. She had allowed herself to build a friendship with the woman but she was still too afraid to allow any more than that. She’d built a life for herself, a life she was going to have to leave soon or people would start to ask questions, between her past heartache and not being able to stay put for too long she couldn’t afford a relationship.

  Della had already set up the charity to operate after she was gone, but she couldn’t leave someone like Ava behind. The woman had wormed her way into Della’s heart though, despite Della’s walls, and it was going to be hard enough to leave her without taking the relationship further. Sitting back in her seat she spoke Ava’s name, hoping to awaken her without touching her. Ava’s only response was a gentle snore.

  Sighing loudly, Della reached over and shook Ava gently, “Come on sweetheart, rise and shine. Time to head home.”

  Ava’s reaction was sudden and unexpected. Instead of jumping or crying out she grabbed Della’s hand and pulled her close, claiming Della’s mouth before she could form a protest. Ava’s kiss was slow, sensual, and perfect. She cupped Della’s face, one hand gripping Della’s chin to nudge her mouth open. Della tried to move away at the first brush of Ava’s tongue against her lips but her body refused to move. She needed to know Ava’s taste just once, that’s all, just this once. Then she’d walk away from her; she’d leave tonight if she had to, just to run from the inevitable pain that would come if she let this go any further.

  Ava lost herself in the feel of Della’s mouth on her own. Her tongue rasping against Della’s teeth was one of the most erotic sensations she’d ever felt, and the hum of pleasure that Della released as Ava’s arms moved her face around was more intoxicating than any alcohol she’d ever drunk. The intensity of the moment grew and Ava tried to hold on to Della, tried to keep her face close so that she could continue the absolute rapture she was feeling. She didn’t want to let go of the other woman. She wanted to hold her there forever kissing her way into oblivion.

  Ava moved, however, wanting to pull Della into the seat with her, her need to feel the woman’s body against her own so great. For Della it was a moment of sensibility, when reality intruded and she fought her way back out of the depths of passion Ava’s scotch flavoured kiss had plunged her into. She couldn’t allow this to go further. She simply couldn’t. Gathering up all of her will and using her strength, she broke away from Ava, breathing heavily but thinking a little more clearly.

  “Come on, Ava, let’s get you to bed. You’re drunk.” Della breathed, her voice shaking.

  “I’m not drunk. I fall down when I’m drunk and I haven’t fallen down yet.” Ava smirked up to Della.

  “Well, we still need to get you inside, come on, let’s get out of this car.” Della opened the door and walked around to Ava’s door. Opening the door for Ava she helped the other woman get out of the low-slung car and walked up the stairs until they were at Ava’s door.

  “Now go inside and get to bed. We have to do this all over again tomorrow.” Della nudged Ava in through the door and watched as the woman fell down on a couch from her perch by the door. She couldn’t come in unless Ava asked her too, after all.

  “Well, aren’t you going to come in and put me to bed? I think we can find something to keep us occupied until tomorrow evening, you know?” Ava asked with a sexy grin spread all over her face.

  “Thank you but no. I should get to bed.” Della rebuffed Ava’s invitation.

  “Oh, come off it, you won’t go to sleep until the sun comes up! I’ve looked at the time stamps on your emails. You don’t sleep until the sun comes up!”

  Della’s breath caught as Ava spoke, wondering if she’d been found out. Ava soon distracted her from that thought when she stood bac
k up and stalked over to Della, pulling her vest off and unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Della looked around the hallway, hoping to protect Ava from being observed if anyone else was out there. When she looked back Ava was naked, every stitch of her clothing gone and she was much too close for comfort.

  Della let her gaze travel down Ava’s slim frame, from her small gorgeous breasts to her narrow hips, and down the muscular, but still feminine legs. Ava may not have been one of the slim supermodels walking down a runway in their underwear, but she could still stop traffic. She’d certainly stopped Della in her tracks.

  “Look Della, I’m not asking for much. Okay, maybe I am a bit drunk, but we’ve been bouncing away from this for weeks now. I want you. I need you. I have to know how you feel, what sounds you make when you’re most aroused, how you smell, and most of all what you taste like. I go to sleep each night and dream of having my head buried between your legs and making you climb the walls. I dream of my fingers inside you, wringing out orgasm after orgasm. I just can’t stand it anymore; I need to touch you, to know you or I’m going to spontaneously combust!”

  Della listened to Ava, she couldn’t close her ears against the other woman’s words, and her own passion grew as Ava’s words created visualizations that made her knees go weak. Walking into the apartment she shut the door, hoping she could make it to the couch before her knees gave out.

  “Ava, you can have anyone around you. Why do you want me?” Della asked quietly as she positioned herself on the couch, Ava joining her on the other end.

  “Because underneath those clothes and that makeup you wear is a beautiful woman that thrills me. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re wonderful, but most of all you’re you. You’re Della with all of your foibles, your worries, and your aloofness. You’re this mysterious woman that makes me wonder, that makes me think, that makes me want to be something I’ve never been.”

  “What’s that?” Della broke in, curiosity getting the better of her.

  “Someone’s partner. I’ve had lovers. I’ve had some really great fun, but I’ve never really had anyone to share my life with. The last few weeks, knowing I was getting off of work and going to you have been so eye opening for me. And before you say it, no, not just anyone would do. It was going to you that thrilled me, that finally made me want to leave my office each night. It was you, Della. Not anybody else. Only you.” Ava ended her words by closing the final distance between her and Della, taking Della’s hand.

  Just once, Della said to herself. Maybe once would satisfy them both. It had been over 70 years since she’d had sex. Maybe she’d be horrible at it and Ava wouldn’t want her anymore, alleviating the burden of Della having to leave her behind? Maybe once would be enough to satisfy the hunger in Della’s own soul for Ava? Her will to resist in tatters, Della tilted her face, letting her lips fall onto Ava’s in sweet surrender.

  Della expected overwhelming passion, a quick, deranged session ruled by lust. Ava’s response was anything but. It was sweet, gentle, imploring. Della was the one that lost herself and her control as she pushed Ava back on the couch. Her hands, so long chained to her sides with mental cuffs, went straight for Ava’s breasts, her mouth quickly following. Her sucking lips teased Ava’s nipples to tight buds that Della then flicked with her tongue.

  Ava’s response was a cry of pleasure and an involuntary thrust from her hips. Della wanted to go slow, to spend the entire night exploring this beautiful woman, but her cravings would not let her go. She hadn’t voiced her own dreams but she’d had the same dreams as Ava, only it was her mouth tasting Ava, her fingers in Ava’s body driving Ava over the edge. Della quickly moved, repressing an urge to bare her fangs as she moved between Ava’s legs. Her vampire-self wanted to taste Ava as well, but she had to control that part of her. Things would go horribly wrong if she revealed her true nature to Ava.

  Instead of using her fangs, she used her tongue, sliding her tongue between Ava’s bare folds and up to her lover’s clit. Della closed her eyes, savouring the taste of Ava on her tongue at last. She rolled her tongue around Ava’s clit, wanting to gather more of her taste, to fill her nose with Ava’s smell. Both were strongest here, a perfume vastly more intoxicating than any known flower on earth, and Della filled her every sense with it. Della’s tongue never stopped moving, and Ava’s response was enthralling to watch but Della was lost in how incredibly fulfilling it was to finally taste Ava. The hunger had almost driven her mad and now that she knew Ava’s taste, she knew once was never going to be enough. Not nearly enough.

  Ava was keening, her body demanding more of her lover, and she finally came up for enough air to demand Della give her more.

  “Now, Della, I need more, give me more darling please!”

  Della responded by running a finger down from Ava’s clit, between her swollen folds, and into the creamy wet depths of Ava’s body. Ava felt the fingers sliding into her and rode them. She could feel her body clenching around Della’s fingers and knew her release was close. She’d waited for Della for so long, even her own fingers not enough to satisfy her but now the slightest of Della’s touches made her burn and soon, with the driving force of Della’s fingers plunging into her, Ava went over the edge and came with grasping spasms around Della’s fingers.

  Della watched with joy as Ava’s back arched and her thighs clasped around Della’s head. The movement blocked the sound of Ava’s cries of fulfilment but Della knew by Ava’s movements that she was cumming, and cumming hard. Della smiled as she let Ava’s clit go, her circling, sucking tongue giving one last soothing lap as she moved to lay her head on Ava’s stomach, her ass in the air on the couch.

  Ava finally relaxed back against the couch, her breath coming in quick gasps.

  “Fuck me, Della! I don’t think anyone’s ever stolen my breath before!” Ava finally gasped out. She moved finally, looking up at Della kneeling over her, ass in the air.

  “Mm, that’s tempting it is. Stay just like that please.” Ava asked.

  She moved out from under Della and quickly moved up behind her. Ava ran a finger down Della’s back and smiled as Della released a shiver. She let the finger drift down until she found Della’s own hot wet folds and slid a finger inside the hot depths. Della’s pussy grasped Ava’s finger, pulling it further in, refusing to let it go and Della’s breath hitched.

  Ava knelt on the floor and pulled Della’s ass back to her. Della had a beautiful body and full breasts that were far heavier than Ava’s. Her hips were wide but her waist slim. The kind of beauty that would be found walking down a runway in her underwear with the height to match. Ava was glad Della wasn’t short because she liked having more to hold. Ava moved her mouth to Della’s twisting body, letting her tongue slowly explore Della’s heat. She found the woman’s clit and sucked on it, pulling it gently between her teeth.

  Della twisted again, dislodging Ava’s mouth as she moved and Ava placed a light slap on Della’s ass to tell her to be still. The blow wasn’t violent or performed with malice, just enough to make Della still her movements some and to make the skin sting in a pleasant burning way. Della gasped, her pleasure at the slap surprising her. Ava gave a dirty laugh, a low pleasing sound, and continued to move her fingers in Della’s body.

  “You liked that, did you? We’ll have to talk about that more, later. For now, I want you in my bed. Come on, follow me. Let’s destroy my bed.” Ava was completely sober now, but her tiredness melted with the urge to have Della writhing beneath her mouth.

  Della followed Ava into the room and settled on the red silk covered bed. She spread her legs wide, giving Ava an inviting smile as she settled into the pillows behind her. Ava, unable to resist Della’s allure, quickly followed, tasting Della’s nipples first, driving the woman to a frenzy of need.

  “Stop, Ava, stop, make me cum darling, I can’t take it anymore, make me cum!”

  Ava gave in to Della’s commands, sliding two fingers into the woman’s damp heat, fucking her with her hand. She kept her mouth o
n Della’s nipples, having discovered already that this was something Della needed. Ava soon felt the clenching, grasping of muscles that signalled an orgasm and smiled against Della’s breast, her own satisfaction with making Della cum being vocalized as a satisfied laugh.

  “That’s it my darling, let go, let it all go. Cum for me baby, keep going, don’t stop.” Ava encouraged her lover, hoping the words would spur Della on. Della thrashed back against the bed, her shout of joy surprising but satisfying for Ava. Ava watched, fascinated by the look of utter bliss on Della’s face, at how her body moved as she lost all control. Della’s movements soon began to slow and Ava moved to spread out beside her, happy and content with her satisfied lover. Her mind was quiet for the first time in a long time, and she pulled Della close to her, the woman’s slight snores making her smile. She must not have been sleeping well either, Ava thought, as she let a dreamless sleep claim her.

  “You alright, Ava?” Della asked as she drove them back to her house. They’d spent the night making love in Ava’s tiny little apartment. Della wanted Ava in her own bed tonight. The fundraising event had gone well and both ladies were pleased with the turnout. Ava smiled back at Della and took her hand, kissing Della’s palm.

  “I’m absolutely magical, Della. Golden in…” Ava’s words were cut off as a large sport-utility vehicle ploughed into her side of the car, not even attempting to stop at the stop sign on his side, braking only at the last moment, as the force spun Della’s car against a lamp post, pinning the driver’s door closed. His vehicle followed Della’s but its driving force was slowed and further damage was miraculously prevented.

  Della didn’t lose consciousness and maintained awareness throughout the whole ordeal, her only thoughts for Ava as everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Ava never saw a thing and lost consciousness on impact as metal and glass flew into the right side of her body. Della’s first thought when the car finally stopped was to check on Ava. She looked over at the woman she adored and saw her dark hair wet with blood that poured down her face, a piece of metal sticking out of her side, and her right arm was entirely shattered.