Lost for Words

by Andrea Bramhall

  “Please, Jac, let me touch you too.”

  “Soon,” she promised. “But if you touch me now, it’ll be over far too quickly.” Jac looked up at her, the truth of her words shining clearly for Sasha to see.

  Sasha growled but nodded her assent. “Next time, stud.” Even she could hear how gravelly her voice sounded, and she felt Jac tremble.

  “If you ever need a change of career, you could make a fortune as a phone-sex operator.” Jac’s lips covered her stomach and nibbled around her navel. Her hands slid around the back of Sasha’s raised thigh and under her buttock, her fingers dipping low enough to slide through the abundant wetness she’d provoked.

  “I’ll bear that in mind,” she said with a chuckle. Then closed her eyes at the first touch of Jac’s fingers brushing so lightly across her pubic mound that she almost thought she’d imagined it.

  “I have to taste you.” Her breath wafted across Sasha’s body, teasing the hair across her most sensitive folds. “May I?”

  “God, Jac, yes. Anything. Just touch me, please.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The first caress of Jac’s tongue was like liquid silk gliding over her, covering fractions of the skin she wanted covered, but still engulfing her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as Jac’s fingers parted her labia and blew cool air across the burning flesh.

  “Look at me, Sash. Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.”

  Sasha struggled to open her eyes and stare down her body. Jac was watching her, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, lips shiny with Sasha’s arousal.

  “Watch me while I lick you.” She dragged her tongue up the length of Sasha’s slit, her gaze never leaving Sasha’s. “Watch me while I make you come.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” Sasha replied honestly. The sight of Jac between her thighs, combined with the sensation, was the most erotic thing Sasha had ever experienced. “I’m so close, Jac.”

  Jac’s lips fastened around her clit and sucked. Sasha fought hard to keep her eyes open as the muscles in her belly and thighs contracted.

  “You can,” Jac whispered around the mouthful of Sasha’s flesh, then set to work with fervour.

  Jac’s lips, tongue, nose, cheeks, all worked to drive Sasha higher. Sasha’s thighs clenched around Jac’s head until Jac pried them open and held them wide with her elbows. With her hips bucking, reaching higher, Sasha searched for that tiny bit more friction that would let her come, that one extra ounce of pressure Jac held just out of reach. Jac pulled her clit between her lips, sucking hard as her fingers circled Sasha’s opening, dipping in just enough to draw out a little more of her arousal, paint it around her clit, then suck it clean again.

  Sasha clawed at the sheet beneath her hands, desperate for purchase as Jac entered her for the first time; one finger, then two, sliding in and out of her slick channel. She could feel herself trying to grip on to them, drag them in deeper, harder, longer. Needing Jac to fill her, expand her, to complete her.

  The spasms began in earnest when Jac added a third finger and sucked hard on her clit, and Sasha knew she had to give in.

  “Jac,” she cried, reaching for her. Wanting to feel her kiss, to look into her eyes, to see her when she came.

  Jac surged up her body, adding the weight of her thigh to each thrust of her hand, and their lips met. Sasha slid her hand down Jac’s belly and rubbed barely controlled circles over her clit as orgasm took control of Sasha’s body, stealing the fire from her touch, but it didn’t seem to matter. Jac trembled above her, and Sasha could feel the waves of orgasm that swept over them both, like lava melting and consuming everything in its path.

  Jac’s strength finally gave way. She collapsed on top of Sasha as they lay panting heavily, sweating. Sasha stroked the back of Jac’s head and pressed soft kisses against her forehead and cheek, loving the feel of her, the weight of her body on top of her.

  Minutes passed before Jac slipped off her and positioned herself at Sasha’s side, head propped up on one hand while she stroked Sasha’s body with the other, tracing circles around her belly button, the contours of her ribs, the curvature of her breast.

  “That was amazing.” Jac’s grin was infectious, and Sasha giggled at the incredibly mischievous look in her eyes.

  “Yes, it was. But why do you have that naughty look on your face?”

  “Naughty look? What naughty look?”

  Sasha wiggled a finger in front of Jac’s face. “That naughty look. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  Jac wrapped her arms around Sasha and rolled over until Sasha was on top of her. Sasha slid her knees to either side of Jac’s hips and braced herself on her hands.

  “I’m thinking,” she started and kissed Sasha’s shoulder, “that I’m naked”—she kissed the other shoulder—“in bed with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.” She kissed Sasha’s throat. “Who is also naked.” Her lips closed around Sasha’s nipple.

  “I’m sensing a pattern here.”

  Jac released her nipple. “You are?” She sucked on the other.

  “Yes,” she said, but it came out as more of a groan. “I definitely am.” Sasha focused all her willpower and sat back. Jac’s lips released her nipple with a loud pop, and Sasha’s still-throbbing centre pressed firmly against Jac’s belly again. Stifling her own groan, Sasha grasped Jac’s reaching hands and gazed down at her. “But it’s my turn now.”

  “I’m going to regret all that teasing now, aren’t I?” Jac licked her lips.

  Sasha grinned, knowing how wicked it looked when Jac swallowed hard. But she didn’t say anything; she simply scooted her lower body down the bed a little and sucked one of Jac’s nipples between her lips.

  “Just remember, I did it for a good cause.”

  “Oh, I remember.” Sasha bit gently on the pebbled flesh in her mouth and smirked at the longing groan she pulled from Jac’s lips. Jac closed her eyes and gave in to pleasure as her head fell back. “I plan to remember every second of this night.” She drew the other nipple between her lips, committing every detail to memory as she went. For the rest of my life.

  Chapter 21

  Jac wiggled her nose, trying to move whatever was tickling her without opening her eyes. It was still there. Damn it. Her body still craved sleep, and she was bound and determined to heed it. She swatted at the tickling thing with her hand, and jumped when it spoke.

  “Ow.”

  Jac’s eyes flew open and she started to sit up, only to find she was pinned to her bed.

  “You could’ve just asked me to move.” Sasha’s voice was deep and hoarse with sleep. She started to roll away from Jac, but Jac’s brain finally caught up with what was going on. She caught Sasha’s arm and held her in place; one arm across her stomach, one leg across her thigh.

  “I was asleep but your hair was tickling my nose.” She used her free hand to smooth down the offending strands, then tucked Sasha’s head back against her shoulder.

  “Sleep swatting? That’s your excuse?”

  Shrugging, Jac relaxed again. “Yeah.” She kissed the top of Sasha’s head. “I’m sorry. Took my brain a second there to figure it out.” Jac stroked her hand over Sasha’s head and down her back, luxuriating in the feel of soft skin beneath her fingertips. Sasha squirmed against her.

  “Don’t do that if you want to go back to sleep.” The kiss Sasha planted on Jac’s chest and the roll of her hips emphasised her meaning as Jac reached the small of her back.

  “Sensitive back?”

  “Very,” Sasha said, then pulled herself out of Jac’s arms and scooted out of bed.

  “Where’re you off to?” Jac gazed at Sasha’s naked body crossing the floor, hips swaying, her bare backside tantalising in the early morning light. The desire to run her tongue all over the exposed skin on display grew with every step Sasha took.

  Sasha glanced
over her shoulder, smiled at her, then exaggerated the sway of her hips. Yeah, Jac’s thoughts were written all over her face.

  “Come back here.”

  “In a minute.” Sasha steeped into the en suite and closed the door. That’s when Jac felt the heaviness in her own bladder and decided to take advantage of the guest bathroom. Breakfast in bed? Jac went through a quick mental inventory of what was in her kitchen and decided she’d have to take Sasha out for breakfast if she was hungry. She decided to wait for her in the bedroom.

  She was back in bed inside a minute when she heard the shower turn on…and noticed the door was open. Just a crack. But open.

  Oversight? Or invitation?

  Could go either way, she acknowledged. But she was pretty sure it had been fully closed when she’d left the room a few minutes ago.

  Jac threw the covers off again and decided that the worst that could happen was Sasha asking her to leave while she showered. She shrugged. No big deal. And if not… Jac licked her lips and pushed the door open further.

  The glass cubicle was covered in steam and water spray, and the outline of Sasha’s body was silhouetted by the overhead lights. She was smoothing her hands over her head, hair wet and slicked back; hands moving slowly, like a caress. Jac moaned and stepped further into the room as Sasha turned and swiped one hand across the glass, just enough for her to see out.

  Her gaze was sultry, hot, and unbelievably sexy as she curled a finger and beckoned Jac with a come-hither motion. Jac felt as if she were a puppet on a string, tugged towards Sasha and moving without conscious thought. Her feet simply had a mind of their own, and all of her wanted to be exactly where Sasha was.

  Sasha opened the cubicle door and tugged her inside by her arm, then turned them so Jac was directly under the spray. “Morning,” she said and placed soft kisses across Jac’s collarbones, from the point of one shoulder to the other.

  Jac slicked her hair back and tossed her head from side to side under the water until it was fully wet and plastered to her head. “Morning, beautiful.” She leant down and captured Sasha’s mouth in a slow kiss, reintroducing their mouths, lips, and tongues to each other while she curled her fingers around Sasha’s hips and pulled their bodies flush together. Sasha slung her arms over Jac’s shoulders and wrapped her arms about her head, pulling them closer, tighter together. Their lips parted slowly, but Jac’s continued tolet her hands roam Sasha’s body, and Jac’s need rose quickly.

  Her kisses became harder, needier, and more demanding. She sought all the places she’d learnt last night that drove Sasha crazy with desire, and the escalating hitch in her breathing told Jac she hadn’t been wrong. But she needed more.

  She pushed Sasha back against the tiled wall, warmed a little by the hot water but still cool enough to cause Sasha to gasp.

  “I need to be inside you,” Jac whispered in her ear and slid her hand between their bodies. “Open up for me, baby.”

  Moaning, Sasha spread her legs apart, giving Jac room to work and pulling Jac’s mouth back to hers. Jac let herself fall into the kiss, plunging her tongue into Sasha’s mouth at the same moment she entered her; first with one finger, then two. Sasha lifted one leg and wrapped it over Jac’s hip, creating a deeper angle as she worked her fingers in and out of Sasha.

  Sasha tore her mouth from Jac’s and leant back against the wall with a moan. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  “Hm,” Jac hummed against her neck as she continued to move inside Sasha. “Dirty mouth.”

  “You seem to bring out all kinds of dirty in me.”

  “Oh, I like that.”

  “I like that too,” Sasha murmured and gasped around a particularly deep thrust.

  Jac grinned and worked the long, deep thrusts that made Sasha’s whole body tremble against her. She kissed Sasha’s neck, nibbled her ear, and whispered against it, “Come for me, beautiful.” She licked the shell of her ear. “Come for me now so I can take you back to bed and fuck you like I know you want me to.” She thrust again deep, and Sasha’s head fell back as far as she could, a throaty, guttural cry lingering on her lips as she did as Jac demanded.

  “Yeah, you want that, don’t you?”

  “Jac…”

  Jac’s arm tightened around the thigh over her hip and supported Sasha’s weight by keeping her pinned to the wall. Every shudder and spasm rocked their bodies, and Sasha rolled her head from side to side as her hips bucked and thrust against Jac’s hand.

  “Don’t you?”

  When she finally opened her eyes, Sasha met Jac’s gaze and nodded. She still looked a little dazed when Jac turned off the water, and slowly lowered her leg. Jac climbed out of the stall quickly, her own excitement spurring her on. She ran the towel over her own body, then Sasha’s after helping her out of the cubicle before pulling her into a tight hug, gripping her backside, and lifting her up. In reflex, Sasha wrapped her arms and legs around Jac and clung on as Jac moved across the bathroom and into the bedroom.

  “Put me down before you drop me,” Sasha shrieked.

  “I’ll never drop you,” Jac replied before depositing her gently on the bed. “Scoot over.”

  She unwound her limbs and moved towards the centre of the bed as Jac opened the drawer in the bedside table and sorted through her equipment. She pulled out her dildo and held it up for Sasha to see. “Is this okay?”

  Sasha held out her hand, and Jac watched as she held it, tested the length, girth, and feel of it between her fingers. The sight of her cock in Sasha’s hands turned her on more than she’d imagined possible, and she swallowed hard.

  “Go slow,” Sasha said as she handed it back. “It’s…well, it’s been a long time for me.”

  “We don’t have to,” Jac whispered, bending forwards and locking her gaze on Sasha. “I mean, if you don’t want to. If this isn’t something you like—”

  “I do. Or should I say, I have enjoyed it previously. But Pam and I hadn’t been intimate for a while before we split up, and that was five years ago. I know this isn’t exactly big, but…” Sasha shrugged sheepishly.

  “Don’t worry,” Jac said as she quickly suited up. “I’ll make sure you’re ready, baby.”

  Chuckling, Sasha shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed towards her like a panther on the prowl. She placed a kiss on Jac’s belly as Jac tightened the last strap about her hips. “I know you will. But there’s something else too.” She wrapped her fingers around the phallus now secure between Jac’s thighs.

  “What?”

  “Mm.” She hummed as she pressed her lips to the tip of the dildo, then flicked her tongue over the bulbous head. Jac’s breath caught in her throat as Sasha trailed her tongue down the length of the shaft, then back to the tip and sucked the end between her lips.

  “Oh God. Erm…what?”

  “I want this to take a good long time,” she said and took as much of the head into her mouth as she could. Jac could feel the pull of it against her body, and while she couldn’t feel the sensations Sasha would have created in actual flesh, the lewd parody of a blow job drove her desire higher in a way Jac had never before experienced.

  “You do?” Jac gasped as Sasha’s fist pumped the shaft back against her body, pushing the base of it against her clit.

  Sasha looked up at her from under those long, dark eyelashes and nodded, the cock still in her mouth. Then she released it, still working against Jac’s clit with her hand. “I really do.”

  “Then you should really stop doing that, or it’s going to be over in like…” She closed her eyes and groaned. “Seconds. Maybe.”

  Sasha murmured her appreciation and ground the base hard against her before letting go and running her hand up Jac’s belly, between her breasts, and sliding around her neck. When Jac opened her eyes again, Sasha was kneeling tall on the edge of the bed. Their eyes were level and Sasha’s lips were moist, p
arted, and begging for Jac’s kiss.

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

  Jac shook her head and closed the distance between them. She nibbled on Sasha’s lower lip before teasing it with her tongue.

  “I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to push me to the edge without hardly trying. You’re so fucking sexy, I feel like I’m a teenaged virgin again or something around you.”

  “Oh, darlin’,” Sasha whispered around their kisses, “there’s nothing of a teenaged virgin about you.” She threaded her fingers into Jac’s wet hair and pulled her close. “Now show me you know what to do with that thing.”

  She fell back onto the bed, tugging Jac down with her.

  “Yes, ma’am,” she said and crawled them both to the centre of the bed. “Turn over,” she whispered in Sasha’s ear. She had every intention of showing Sasha that she did indeed know what she was doing, but she planned on taking her time. Not just because Sasha had requested she go slow, but because she really needed to cool down a little if she was going to be able to deliver on that particular promise. Knowing how sensitive Sasha’s back was and how much every stroke, lick, and nibble along her spine turned her on, Jac decided this was the perfect place to begin.

  Sasha’s groan and quick compliance seemed to indicate her agreement.

  It was exquisite watching and feeling Sasha writhe and moan beneath her. The way her back arched into Jac’s touch. The way her hips bowed from the bed like she wanted to push herself onto her knees. The way she gripped the sheets, tearing them from their anchors in her fists. Every second Jac spent exploring Sasha’s back, neck, shoulders, the tops of her arms, the curve of her buttocks, the tops of her thighs, did little to cool her ardour and everything to raise them both to the boiling point.