Turn Up the Heat

by Randi Alexander

  That changed quickly as Gina ran a hand over Mackenzie’s breast and tweaked the nipple. “I think…” Gina stared at her. “It’s your turn now, honey.” Her gaze locked with Mackenzie’s as she eased in slowly and kissed her quickly, furiously, while pushing her onto her back. Against her lips, she whispered, “I can’t wait. I’ve wanted to love you since the day I met you, Mackenzie.”

  The sexy thought, being desired by someone for that long, flowed hot, an aphrodisiac from her mind through her spine, spreading through every nerve in her body. She laced her fingers in Gina’s hair, kissing her right back, just as hard. “No more waiting. Take me, Gina.”

  Gina’s face turned frenzied. She slid down her body, stopping to suck at her breasts, tonguing into her belly button. She buried her face in Mackenzie’s blonde curls, rubbing back and forth, sliding her mouth deep into her folds to find her clit and lick it softly, suck it tenderly. The contrast of Gina’s dark hair against her own light curls shot a blast of desire deep into her core.

  Mackenzie’s response to this woman shocked her. All her life, she’d only imagined sex with men. How had this woman, in a two-hour span of time, changed her completely? “Make me come, Gina. Fuck me hard.” She used Gina’s words, not knowing how else to say she wanted this. Badly.

  Gina looked up. Her eyes darkened as she slid a finger into Mackenzie’s pussy, pulled it out, and licked her finger. “Mmm. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” Gina slid her finger back in, added another, and sunk them in and eased them out for minutes that felt like hours.

  The pleasure grew so intense, Mackenzie arched toward her climax. The liquor spun her brain, desire shortened her breath, and her approaching orgasm made her heart palpitate.

  “So good. It feels so good.” Mackenzie dropped her head back and let her mind reach for the stars.

  “Play with your tits,” Gina said, her voice deep and slow.

  Mackenzie skimmed her hands up her ribs, cupping her breasts. Touching her nipples, she lifted her head, stared into Gina’s eyes, and licked her own nipple.

  “Oh. Fuck. Me.” Gina traced her tongue over her lips and shivered. “I want those beautiful tits in my mouth.”

  Mackenzie licked her other nipple. “I get these. You get my clit.”

  Gina moaned and dove into her pussy. Her fingers worked in and out of her opening while her tongue did outrageous things to her clit. She slipped her fingers out and glided them down close to Mackenzie’s puckered butt hole. Gina lifted her head. “Do you like your anus touched?”

  Chapter Six

  “Um. I don’t know.” Mackenzie lifted her head from the pillow, staring at Gina’s silhouette against the fireplace. At her age it had to seem strange that she’d never had anal sex.

  Gina laughed, her eyes flashing her amazement. “Really? No one’s ever gone there?”

  “No.” She felt a little bit of unease. “Is it…sexy…back there?”

  Nodding her head, Gina’s fingers retreated back into Mackenzie’s pussy. “Very sexy, but let’s save that for another day.”

  Mackenzie laid her head back, staring at the rough wooden beams across the ceiling. “I guess I’m kind of new at everything.” She lifted her head. “I’m enjoying it, though.”

  Gina smiled. “I’m enjoying it, too, sweet girl. Now close your eyes and enjoy this.” She sucked her clit and tongued it as her fingers found the perfect rhythm in and out of her cunt.

  Her eyes closed as her body tensed, ready to burst. Her butt clenched, arching her hips up into Gina’s face. “Oh, God. Oh, yes, Gina, yes.” From deep inside, an orgasm shook her, moving like an earthquake through her muscles, hitting her brain last, exploding, shattering like a wall of glass.

  Gina kept licking, didn’t stop fucking her with her fingers.

  Mackenzie’s body rattled, cries of pure joy erupting from her throat as the aftershocks hit, one after another. When the last hot blast exhausted her, she floated like a feather back to earth.

  Gina pulled her fingers from her, kissing her softly, murmuring unintelligible words that calmed Mackenzie and rendered her muscles useless. Gina kissed her way up Mackenzie’s body and spooned behind her, pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck.

  For long minutes, they didn’t speak, just held each other. Mackenzie closed her eyes, focusing on the afterglow of one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. “Wow.”

  “Wow,” Gina whispered.

  Mackenzie woke when a chill shook her body.

  Gina sprawled half across her, one hand down low on Mackenzie’s belly, her breath even and slow in sleep.

  Mackenzie eased out from under her and grabbed a big, heavy blanket from the couch. She covered her and stood looking down at her. So beautiful in the orange glow of the dying fire. Her lover. Had she actually slept with a woman? The flashes of Gina’s head between Mackenzie’s knees puckered her nipples and contracted her cunt.

  Why was the forbidden fruit always the tastiest?

  Quietly, Mackenzie loaded the fireplace with logs, closed the safety grate, and found her pajamas. In the kitchen, she dressed by the light of the microwave’s clock. Three-fourteen. Her poor horses didn’t get their evening oats.

  She grabbed three apples from the fridge and sliced them, slid them into a bag, and put on her coat. She grabbed her cowgirl hat and slid into her clunky winter boots.

  Outside, the snow fell heavier, but the wind had died. The silence over the landscape seemed absolute. Mackenzie trudged through four fresh inches, the perfect density for snowball fights and building snow people. Was Gina the type to play outdoors with her? Doubtful. Italian-born, California-raised. Her idea of winter boots had two-inch spike heels instead of her usual three.

  Opening the small side door to the barn, Mackenzie entered. The warmth of her horses surrounded her. The pungent scent of manure mixed with the sweet smell of hay. “Hi, babies. Sorry I’m late.”

  Isis snorted and hung her black and white head over the gate of her stall. Her lovie dovie horse. Across the barn, Aphrodite turned away and kicked the wall, not forgiving Mackenzie for her neglect.

  A few stalls down, Zeus, her gelding, stood tall and proud, not one for showing emotion. She loved her equine family. She spent as much time with them as she did in her kitchen creating recipes.

  Mackenzie slipped out of her hat and coat. She offered each horse a slice of apple and gave them a rub on the nose in apology. Scooping oats, she portioned them into their bowls. As she refilled their water, she took a few moments to talk softly and pet them.

  While she was in Zeus’ stall, the sound of the door opening and closing brought both Mackenzie’s and Zeus’ heads up. He let out a piercing whinny.

  Gina stood inside the door wrapped in the blanket Mackenzie had covered her with.

  Mackenzie patted his shoulder. “Whoa, boy. Just a new friend.” She slid out of his stall.

  “Okay if I’m in here?” Gina called.

  “Sure. Come and meet my family.”

  Gina walked closer wearing her pajamas and an old pair of boots Mackenzie kept in the foyer closet. She held her arms out to the side. “Hope you don’t mind. I borrowed a few things.”

  Mackenzie grinned. “Not Rodeo Drive’s finest, but you look warm.”

  Smiling, Gina walked toward her, her face showing concern. “Is everything okay?”

  She looked around the barn. “Yeah. I usually stop in at midnight to feed them and—”

  “No. I mean, is everything all right with us?” She stepped closer, staring into her eyes.

  Mackenzie blinked. “I think so. Why?”

  As Gina shrugged, the blanket slipped and both women reached for it. Their hands clasped together. They stood that way for a moment, letting the blanket drop.

  Gina put her hand on Mackenzie’s neck and leaned in. “It was your first time with a woman. How do you feel?” Although she smiled tenderly, her voice was laced with sex.

  Mackenzie bit her lip and quickly released it. “It was beautiful. I’v
e never experienced anything like it.”

  “Last night was more than just sex for me.”

  A flood of joy, followed by a spear of panic buffeted Mackenzie. She wrapped her hand around Gina’s wrist. “It might be too soon for me to talk about anything…” She sucked in a breath and started again. “Can we just be together for a few days and see what happens?” Her voice rose to almost a squeak.

  Gina laughed and kissed her quickly. “I’m not asking you to marry me.” Her eyes lit and a naughty smile curved her lips. “I’m wondering if you feel it, too. Something special. Something all our own.”

  Mackenzie breathed deeply, embracing the lusty feelings swirling in her bloodstream. “Yes.” A simple answer, when she really wanted to talk about her fears. Maybe if she shared them…

  Her thoughts scattered when Gina leaned forward and kissed her softly, her lips full and warm against Mackenzie’s cooler ones. She forgot about those fears. Gina went all-in and possessed her, their tongues lapping each other’s, searching, exploring. The kiss heated Mackenzie’s blood until she pressed herself against Gina’s long, lean body. Gina’s hand slid up under Mackenzie’s flannel PJs to cup her breast and thumb her nipple.

  “I’ve never done it in a barn,” Gina whispered.

  She jerked as her cunt contracted and her pussy swelled. “God, I want you.” Mackenzie threaded her fingers into Gina’s hair, caressing her scalp. She kissed her, exploring every inch of her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, sucking, licking.

  Gina used both hands to pleasure Mackenzie’s breasts. Groaning, she unbuttoned her top. Pulling it open, she bent and took one nipple in her mouth, suckling, circling, and nipping.

  Mackenzie cried out in mounting pleasure. One of the horses nickered and stomped its hoof. It was like having an audience, a slightly kinky new experience.

  Moving to the other breast, Gina said, “I want you, too, sweet girl. Right here. Right now.” She suckled for a too-brief moment before bending to pick up the blanket. She looked around the building. “Are those clean?” She pointed to the hay bales.

  Mackenzie could only nod, so turned on by Gina’s idea that her brain wouldn’t form words.

  Gina took her wrist and pulled her along to the storage area. She laid the blanket over a bale, trailing it carefully a few feet on the floor in front of it. Gina turned and smiled wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you here, Mackenzie.”

  Mackenzie’s eyes slammed shut as a piercing desire flooded her pussy.

  Gina stepped behind her, kissing her neck, sucking her earlobe, and whispering, “I’m going to ride my cowgirl until she comes for me.”

  Mackenzie cried out, so wet between her legs she couldn’t wait another minute. Her arms swung back and grasped Gina’s tight ass. “Yes. Show me what you want, Gina.”

  Gina’s arm wrapped tightly around Mackenzie’s waist. She bit her neck, sending rivers of lust flowing down Mackenzie’s body, centering in her pussy. One hand tugged off Mackenzie’s pajama top.

  In the cool air, her nipples tightened unbearably. She shivered, most of it pleasure, much of it anticipation, all of it hot, molten desire. She tried to turn, wanting to take off Gina’s clothes, but she stopped her.

  “No. You’ll be my bare naked cowgirl.” She hooked her thumbs in Mackenzie’s bottoms and dragged them down, pulling them off along with her boots. Gina knelt at her heels and slid her hands up Mackenzie’s calves and knees, higher along her thighs and hips, teasing, avoiding the spot where Mackenzie craved to feel Gina’s touch.

  Mackenzie spread her feet further and tipped her ass, encouraging her.

  Gina laughed, a deep, throaty purr. “Do you want me to move faster?” Gina kissed her thigh, just an inch below her pussy. “Ah, I see. You’re wet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  Mackenzie’s cunt lips contracted and quivered, wanting Gina’s attention. Needing her touch. “I’m ready for you,” she said, breathy, over stimulated.

  “Bend over. Put your hands on the hay.”

  Mackenzie did as commanded, bent and stretched her hips to give Gina a luscious view of her waiting pussy.

  Gina sucked in a breath, and Mackenzie creamed at the sound. The visual of her lover staring at her most sensual parts an extreme aphrodisiac.

  “Beautiful,” Gina whispered, running her hands in circles over Mackenzie’s ass cheeks, warming them, caressing them. A hard spank cracked on her right cheek. “You like?”

  Mackenzie’s whole body flushed with pleasure. “I like.” She hadn’t been spanked by a lover in years. The heavenly sting amped up her impending orgasm, like turning up the volume on a porn film. “I like it a lot.”

  Gina laughed softly. “I knew you would.” Her other hand spanked the left cheek, and she kept up the stinging slaps and alternate gentle massage until Mackenzie’s knees jiggled. Her mind started its climb into oblivion. Could she climax without any stimulation—except spanking?

  Gina slid her hands to Mackenzie’s hips. Seconds later, the loving kiss of Gina’s lips on her pussy started sharp contractions deep in her core.

  “You’re so juicy for me, cowgirl.” She held Mackenzie with firm hands and drove her face into her cunt lips, kissing and licking, raining tiny bites that sent a mix of pain and pleasure up her spine.

  Mackenzie’s legs couldn’t support her any longer. Gina eased her down into a kneeling position in front of her. Kneeling with one leg between Mackenzie’s, Gina pressed her body to her, warming Mackenzie with the heat of her skin inside the silk pajamas. The sensation of being covered by her beautiful Italian lover proved sweetly comforting while still mercilessly sexy.

  Gina caressed Mackenzie’s breasts, gently squeezing them, taunting the peaks with feather-light brushes of her fingers.

  Mackenzie reached back and threaded her fingers in Gina’s hair, the soft, silky tresses gliding sensuously through her fingers.

  Gina nibbled and licked patterns on her shoulder, her touch lovely, tender, almost reverent.

  Mackenzie’s body tingled with anticipation and her mind focused on only one thing. What would happen next? How would Gina take her?

  As if she read her mind, Gina said, “Lean forward, over the hay.”

  Mackenzie obeyed, propping on her elbows and looking back at Gina. The gleam in her lover’s eyes as she gracefully slipped her hands over Mackenzie’s back, ass, and thighs, turned Mackenzie to a quivering, needy woman. “Please,” Mackenzie whispered.

  Gina caught her eye and smiled. “You like a fast, hard fuck, don’t you, beautiful Mackenzie?”

  Mackenzie swallowed her pride and begged, “Yes. I want it. Now.”

  Gina stared at her as she slipped her hand slowly from her thigh up closer, painfully, deliciously slow, to finally touch her pussy.

  “Oh, yeah,” Mackenzie cried. Her head dropped, unable to keep her neck muscles functioning under the intense pleasure.

  Gina’s skilled fingers slid along her folds, leisurely at first, exploring every inch. As Gina’s breath came faster, her touch increased its pace. Finding Mackenzie’s sensitive clit, she rubbed in circles, jiggling back and forth, finally pinching lightly.

  Mackenzie was so close, right on the brink of rapture and her hips started bucking with each pinch.

  Gina let go and slid a finger along her cunt until it reached her opening. Slowly she eased it in.

  Hot tremors clenched her belly and her pussy lips tingled.

  Gina pulled out but entered Mackenzie again with two fingers.

  Those long, slender fingers inside her slit sent purely blissful tingles radiating from her core. The pleasure became unbearable when Gina scissored her fingers quickly, moving them in and out of Mackenzie’s wet cunt.

  “That’s…” Mackenzie began, only to have a wave of heat steal her thought.

  “What is it, sweet girl?” Gina growled. “Tell me what you feel?”

  “It’s incredible.” The fast motion of Gina’s fingers, rubbing back and forth and in and out was like nothin
g she’d ever experienced. “I’m so close.”

  “Mmm.” Gina moaned, “Not yet, Mackenzie. I haven’t had enough of you yet.” Her fingers stopped their scissoring but kept up the fucking rhythm. She changed the angle of her thrusts, pointing them down, slowing, as if seeking…

  Mackenzie shouted in surprise and delight as Gina’s fingers found her G spot. None of her lovers had ever taken the time, and although Mackenzie knew where it was, it always seemed easier to let the guys go for a clitoral climax. This amazing, outrageous feeling… “Gina, yes, right there.”

  Gina laughed quietly. “Yes, honey, I know what I’ve found in your sweet pussy.” Her fingers slid in and out, just the right speed, just the perfect pressure.

  “Don’t stop.” Mackenzie couldn’t bear it if she did.

  Gina’s other hand left Mackenzie’s back. She felt the cool absence of her touch, until a sucking sound from Gina’s mouth confused her. In a second, Gina’s finger, wet with spit, touched her anus.

  Mackenzie’s ass cheeks clenched instinctively.

  “Relax, beautiful,” Gina cooed. “I’m not going deep.” She rubbed circles around her opening. “I’m just stroking, testing your sensitivity here.”

  Mackenzie gave in, let sensation take over, and eased closer toward climax. Gina’s fingers in her pussy slid in and out, the juicy sound of sex sounding extremely erotic in the quiet barn. The unexpected pleasure of pressure on her anus became a bonus that spun her mind and overwhelmed her body.

  “Your pretty little rosebud likes to be touched. One day soon, I’ll spend an hour pleasuring it, sliding my finger in and out, showing you how wonderful a butt fuck can be—”

  Mackenzie screamed as her orgasm overtook her, her hips bucking wildly, her thighs tensing. Her mind blanked as white-hot fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. As Gina increased the pressure, sped the tempo, she sailed higher and shattered into a second quick, wild orgasm that flooded heat through her like a volcano. Her heart beat fast, echoing in her pussy, on her anus, and in her brain. Bright spinning lights seemed to cascade from her head through her body, charging her muscles with electric quivers.