"Wha--" The word died on Wynter's tongue as Pearce gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and stripped it off along with everything beneath, baring her upper body. Her breasts glistened in the half-light, lifting and falling with her rapid breathing, nipples tight and beckoning. "Oh my God."
Pearce fingered the waistband of her jeans, watching Wynter's face, pacing herself until any hint of shyness or discomfort in Wynter's expression was eclipsed by desire. She unbuttoned her fly, one slow snick at a time. When Wynter stretched out a tentative hand toward her breasts, she shook her head. "Not yet. Not until we're both naked. And I'm going to undress you next, so it will be a while."
"Just looking at you is making me nuts." Wynter drew a ragged breath. "I'm going to fly apart."
"No," Pearce said tenderly. "You won't. Promise." She pushed her jeans down, kicked off her boots, and stepped free of the tangle.
If Wynter was like her, it would be easier to touch than to be touched, and she wanted this to be easy for her. For this time to be a wonderful memory. She reached for Wynter's hands and drew them to her breasts.
She shuddered, unprepared for her own response. At the first touch she closed her eyes and bit back a groan. When Wynter flicked her thumbs over her nipples, her knees nearly gave way. "Christ."
"You like that?" Wynter murmured thickly, entranced by the incredible softness, the unbelievable firmness, the enchantment of caressing her this way. She wanted to make her groan again. She wanted to make her scream; she wanted to do things for which she had no words. She captured both nipples and squeezed, laughing softly when Pearce jerked and grabbed her hands away. "You like it, don't you?"
"Too much," Pearce gasped. "Makes me want to come."
Wynter's eyes widened. "Could you?"
"Not usually, but you do...unexpected...things to me." Pearce held Wynter's hands away from her body, not daring to be touched again so soon. She'd felt the first twitches of orgasm shimmer down her thighs. "But you're getting way ahead of me. Let me undress you."
"Yes. Please."
Slowly, carefully, Pearce opened each button on Wynter's shirt.
When she parted the fabric a few inches and skimmed her fingertips just inside over the rise of Wynter's breasts, Wynter rested both hands on Pearce's forearms as if to steady herself. Pearce dipped her head and kissed between Wynter's breasts. "Your skin's so soft, so beautiful."
She fanned her fingers lower, just grazing the tips of Wynter's nipples, eliciting a quiet whimper. When she cradled the soft weight of each breast in her palms and closed her fingers gently, Wynter sagged against her, her forehead on Pearce's shoulder.
"I don't think I can go this slow," Wynter gasped.
"Yes, you can." Pearce kissed her forehead. "I need you slow.
Please."
Wordlessly, Wynter nodded, bracing herself with her hands on Pearce's shoulders. She wanted Pearce to have whatever she needed.
No matter what it took to bring her pleasure, she wanted to give it.
"When can I touch you?"
"Soon." Pearce knelt and opened Wynter's jeans. With her hands curled around the waistband, she pulled them down below Wynter's hips, exposing her smooth abdomen and the top of each thigh. Encircling Wynter's hips to support her weight, she kissed her stomach.
"Oh!" Wynter's thighs trembled, and she clamped both hands onto Pearce's shoulders. She gripped harder as her knees threatened to buckle. When Pearce kissed her lower, brushing her lips just above the delta between her thighs, she insinuated the fingers of one hand into Pearce's hair and stroked the back of her neck. When the barest hint of Pearce's breath blew over her hypersensitive flesh, she moved Pearce's face away.
Pearce looked up, a gentle question in her eyes. "Wynter?"
"I won't be able to stand it." Wynter caressed her cheek. "I'm afraid you'll make me come right away."
"It's all right?"
Wynter laughed shakily. "Oh God, yes. But not yet."
"Sorry." Pearce nestled her cheek against Wynter's stomach and closed her eyes, breathing Wynter's scent, waiting until her own restless need settled and she could start again.
"Not sorry," Wynter said thickly. "Never be sorry for wanting me." She tilted Pearce's face up to hers and waited until Pearce opened her eyes. "Finish undressing me. I want to lie down with you and feel you everywhere against me."
Tenderly, Pearce drew Wynter's jeans down her legs and helped her out of her sneakers and clothing. Then she stood, amazed at her own weak legs, and using just the tips of her fingers, skimmed off Wynter's blouse. When she'd finished, an inch of space separated their bodies.
She lowered her gaze, heart pounding. Looking at Wynter's body was like cresting a mountain and coming upon a vista that stretched until forever--incomprehensively beautiful, indescribably exquisite. Her vision blurred as a swell of desire rose so swiftly she lost her breath.
She pulled Wynter to her and held her tightly, moaning as Wynter's body met hers for the first time with no barrier between them. She ached and exalted at the pleasure.
"Your skin is on fire," Wynter marveled as she slid her palms down Pearce's back. "Am I doing that to you?"
Pearce laughed unsteadily. "Oh yeah. I'm just about gone here."
"Oh, I love the way you feel." Wynter spun Pearce in a half turn and pulled her down to the bed. They landed facing one another, arms and legs entwined. She drew her thigh up until it was tight between Pearce's legs. When she felt the hot sheen of Pearce's arousal against her skin, she arched her back and cried out in surprise and wonder. "Oh my God. Oh my God. I never..." She framed Pearce's face. "Is that for me?"
"Unh, unh..." Pearce could barely think. The slide of Wynter's skin over her hot and ready flesh was driving her too high too fast.
She swore and flipped Wynter onto her back, easing away from the exquisite pressure. Her stomach tightened almost painfully and she groaned. "Damn it."
"What?" Wynter crooned, nuzzling Pearce's neck. "Hmm, what?"
But she knew. She'd felt the swift pulse of Pearce's heart beating against her leg. She loved the way it felt. She loved knowing that Pearce trembled with desire for her. For her. "I want to make you come."
"Any more of that and you will." Pearce gritted her teeth and forced herself to breathe past the need to surrender.
"Why are you holding back?" Wynter rolled her hips beneath Pearce's and kissed her neck, tangling her hands in her hair. She slid her mouth along the edge of Pearce's jaw and tugged at her lower lip with her teeth. "I can feel how close you are. It makes me crazy."
Pearce's arms shook with the effort of supporting herself. "It's your first time," she gasped. "I want it to be special."
"Oh, honey," Wynter murmured, " you make it special. It's you.
Don't you know that?" She caressed her hand down the center of Pearce's back and pushed her leg between Pearce's thighs again, urging Pearce to ride out her passion. She pressed her mouth against Pearce's ear. "Come on me. I know you need to. Please. Let me feel you come on me."
With a hoarse cry, Pearce buried her face in Wynter's neck and let herself fall over the edge. She lost her breath, she lost control, she lost her mind. She shuddered and heard herself crying out and couldn't stop. And while she shivered helplessly, Wynter cradled her in her arms and stroked her through the storm. When she finally could speak, she mumbled, "That was an accident."
Wynter laughed and held her fiercely. "Oh, I've never known anything so amazing as that."
Pearce eased onto her side and stared at Wynter through the receding mists of nearly unbearable pleasure. "It wasn't what I planned."
Wynter kissed her. "You aren't what I planned either."
"You mind?" Pearce slipped her hand between their bodies and circled her palm down the center of Wynter's abdomen. She felt the muscles beneath her fingers tense and twitch and saw Wynter's lips part on a gasp.
"Not the tiniest bit. Pearce..."
Pearce heard the urgency in Wynter's voice as her fingertips brushed through moist curls. "
Keep your eyes open."
Wynter caught her lower lip between her teeth. She held on to the steady, tender passion in Pearce's eyes as her body tightened. At the first gentle stroke of Pearce's finger over her clitoris, she arched her back and moaned helplessly.
"Wynter," Pearce said soothingly. "Wynter. Not yet. Not yet, baby."
"Oh, I have to."
"I know. I know." Pearce kissed her softly. "Soon. I promise."
As she spoke, she slid her fingers lower, gently curling upward and inside.
"Oh. My. God."
Pearce smiled and pressed deeper. "Ready?"
Wynter clutched Pearce's shoulders, unable to speak. She nodded, her hips rocking on Pearce's hand.
"Don't close your eyes," Pearce whispered as she began to thrust, watching Wynter's face, slowing down when she saw Wynter about to come, speeding up to push her to the edge again. She paced her, pushed her, teased her closer and closer until Wynter was pleading and shaking and blind with pleasure and then, with one deep thrust, brought her over.
v Wynter awoke with her head on Pearce's shoulder. She sensed from the darkness outside the windows that it was deep in the night.
She lay for a few minutes just listening to Pearce breathe, feeling her heart beat beneath her cheek. It had been many months since she had slept with anyone beside her, and she had never awakened in the arms of a woman. Her hand rested beneath Pearce's breast and their thighs were entwined. Pearce's body was hot.
Her own felt languid and supremely satisfied. Her stomach and thighs were heavy with the aftermath of her orgasm. She remembered Pearce trembling in her arms and crying out at the peak of her passion, and she felt herself quicken. She wanted her again. She understood for the first time in her life how sex could be addicting. She'd never felt anything as exciting, as euphoric, as the sweet satisfaction of knowing she had been the cause of Pearce's pleasure. She moaned softly and involuntarily pressed her hips against Pearce.
"You okay?" Pearce murmured, slowly drawing strands of Wynter's silky hair through her fingers.
"Oh, I'm so so so good." She kissed the side of Pearce's breast and ran her hand down Pearce's body. She caressed her stomach and the tops of her thighs, then cupped her lightly between her legs.
"Wynter. What are you doing?" Pearce groaned.
Wynter leaned up on her elbow and kissed the tip of Pearce's chin.
"I want to feel you come again. You're so amazing when you do."
"Oh, Jesus," Pearce gasped as Wynter's fingers closed around her.
"Easy. God."
Wynter gently bit the tip of Pearce's shoulder and stroked. "Too hard?"
"No. Oh man. Wynter." Pearce's legs stiffened, and she lifted her hips into Wynter's palm. "Don't stop."
"Mmm. I don't plan to." Wynter stroked faster. "Are you going to come for me?"
"Want...me to?"
"Oh yes." Wynter bore down when she felt Pearce grow harder.
"Oh yes. You're there, aren't you? Going to come, come for me--"
"Yes." Pearce closed her eyes and clamped her jaws down on a scream. "Yes."
Wynter watched the orgasm wash over Pearce's face, scarcely breathing. When Pearce finally sagged back to the bed, Wynter sighed and curled up against her again, holding her hand still until Pearce stopped throbbing.
When Pearce's breathing grew even once more, Wynter said, "Do you how many women I've examined in my career?"
"Hundreds, probably," Pearce said drowsily.
"At least. And I have never imagined, never conceived, of a woman as beautiful as you."
Pearce roused herself enough to turn on her side so she could see Wynter's face. "No one has ever done to me what you do to me."
"Oh," Wynter murmured, tracing Pearce's lower lip with her fingertip. "Oh, I like that."
"Yeah, me too." She kissed the tip of Wynter's chin, then her mouth. "You feel okay about everything?"
Wynter smiled. "You mean what we just did?"
Solemnly, Pearce nodded, her eyes dark with worry.
"If I didn't have to go to work in the morning, I would keep you in this bed for the next twenty-four hours and make love until we both disintegrated."
"Can I have a rain check?"
"Deal."
Sighing with relief and pleasant fatigue, Pearce drew Wynter's head down to her shoulder. "No more tonight, then. You need some rest."
"Will you stay?"
Pearce rarely spent the night in anyone's bed. She held Wynter tighter. "I'll be here when you wake up."
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Wynter," Pearce whispered urgently, shaking Wynter's shoulder. "Wynter!"
"Mmm?"
"Wake up."
Wynter burrowed deeper into the curve of Pearce's shoulder.
Somewhere in her consciousness she registered that it was too early to be awake. Typical of those whose lives revolved around tight schedules, she rarely needed a watch or an alarm clock. Her body knew when it was time to get up, and it wasn't. Half asleep, she kissed the warm, soft skin beneath her lips. Nice.
"She's awake. You have to do something."
"Who?"
" Ronnie. "
Wynter opened one eye and squinted at the bedside clock. It was a quarter to five. "Isn't it Sunday?" she muttered.
"Yes. What--"
"Mmph." Wynter closed her eye. It was Sunday. They didn't make dry rounds until seven thirty on Sunday. Sighing, she molded her body more closely to Pearce's and went back to sleep. Almost.
"Wynter," Pearce repeated, a desperate edge creeping into her voice.
Wynter opened both eyes. "What's the matter, honey?"
"Ronnie is talking or something. Isn't that supposed to wake you up?"
A steady stream of happy, staticky chatter came through the monitor and finally penetrated Wynter's foggy brain. Smiling, she levered herself on top of Pearce and settled comfortably into a new position with one leg between Pearce's and her head pillowed on Pearce's shoulder. Her voice still thick with sleep, she said, "That's her 'I'm awake and playing with my stuffed animals' sound. She's not ready to get up yet."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmm-hmm. Lots of practice."
"Should I go?"
Suddenly much more awake, Wynter raised her head. "Why?"
"Won't she think it's strange that I'm here?"
"She's three, Pearce. She doesn't think that way." Wynter blinked, trying to focus. They'd gone to sleep with the light on in the bathroom behind the partially closed door. Even in the dim light, she could see the concern in Pearce's eyes. "What are you worried about?"
"Nothing."
"Bull. What?"
"She's really cute. I like her."
Wynter pushed up further on one elbow, completely awake. She was used to going from deep sleep to full wakefulness within a matter of seconds, especially when she sensed something serious was going on. Pearce's body was one tense knot beneath her. "But..."
"No buts. I..." Pearce hesitated, thinking it unwise to mention that she almost never woke up in a woman's bed, and never with one who had a little chatterbox wired into the room. "I just don't know very much about kids."
"And..." Wynter clasped Pearce's chin and shook gently. "God, getting information out of you is like breaking into Fort Knox. You can't think that Ronnie seeing me being affectionate with a woman is going to traumatize her?"
"No, but I didn't want her to, you know...get used to seeing me here or anything."
A cool wind blew through Wynter's heart. "In case you're just passing through."
"Fuck," Pearce muttered, feeling Wynter pull away. She caught her with an arm around her shoulders and rolled them over until she was on top, looking down into Wynter's face. "I don't know exactly what I mean, Wynter, okay? I've never been with anyone like you."
Wynter took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She traced her fingertips over Pearce's eyebrows, then down the side of her face and across her mouth. "Ronnie's fine, but your thinking about
her--that means a lot to me. Thank you."
"Yes, but--"
"Hey, we said we'd see what happens. So, one day at a time, right?"
Wynter tried to sound as if the uncertainty of that didn't bother her. It shouldn't. She knew that. But knowing was different than feeling. And right now, what she felt was how good the weight of Pearce's body felt on hers. Of how comfortable it had been awakening in her arms.
Of how incredibly natural it felt to touch her and be touched by her.
Of how damn right everything about last night had seemed. Like stop action images flickering on a screen, she saw Pearce kneeling with her face pressed against her stomach, remembered the heat of Pearce's skin and the aching pleasure of being filled by her, felt Pearce come beneath her fingertips. Arousal shimmered through her, and she was instantly wet. She closed her eyes and closed her mouth over Pearce's.
Pearce shuddered, ambushed by a flood of feeling. Wynter had a way of doing that to her. Catching her completely unawares, even when they stood face-to-face. It was as if she were a house standing empty, waiting to be filled, and Wynter had just stepped through the door unannounced and populated her barren spaces with touches of home.
Groaning, Pearce filled her hands with Wynter's hair and opened her mouth to the demanding heat of Wynter's tongue. Her body throbbed, full and ripe to bursting. Lost in the kiss, she was dimly aware of Wynter's hand thrust between them, reaching down to cup her. She pulled back, rasping, "No."
"Why?" Wynter demanded restlessly, her legs twining around Pearce's. "Let me. Let me. I know you're wet."
"Jesus," Pearce muttered, sliding rapidly down the length of Wynter's body until she was nestled between her legs. "I'm done waiting for this."
Wynter raised herself on both elbows and looked down at Pearce through heavy-lidded eyes. "You have control issues."
"No, I don't." Pearce grinned and lightly kissed Wynter's sex.
"Not when I'm in charge."
"Do that again," Wynter said, her voice catching in her throat.
Pearce's eyes darkened, and she did, more slowly this time, letting her mouth linger just a whisper above Wynter's center. She blew gently, her own sex pulsing as she heard Wynter's swift gasp.
Radclyffe - Turn back Time Page 21