by Kim Baldwin
“And we will,” Blayne whispered breathily. “I want us to explore each other thoroughly…” She tilted her head to kiss Alexi on the neck. “Find every sensitive spot…” More kisses and gentle nips. “See how very much we can climb. And climb.” More nips and bites and sweet tongue caresses. “Higher and higher…” Her hands threaded themselves through Alexi’s hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose more of her neck for kissing.
Alexi moaned as a pressure began to build in her chest, an ache so profound it felt as though it would smother her. “Please. I have to feel your body.” In response, she felt Blayne’s hands on hers.
“I want you to undress me. Slowly.” Blayne’s breathing was ragged, uneven, just as Alexi’s was. Her hands guided Alexi’s to the bottom of her sweater, and together they pulled it up and over her head.
She shivered slightly as Alexi’s gaze settled on her black lace bra. “Happy with what you see?”
Alexi brought her hand up and lightly traced the silk and lace with her fingertips, skirting around the rigid peaks of nipples that strained against the sheer fabric. Her voice was hoarse, as though she had just awakened. “Very much. You are incredibly sexy.”
“Pants next?” Blayne wanted to sound confident and cavalier, but her voice and shaking hands betrayed her nerves.
As she looked into Blayne’s eyes, Alexi slowly caressed the undersides of Blayne’s breasts through her bra, then trailed lightly down her sides, across her stomach, and to her belt. She unfastened it, then slipped her fingers into the waistband of the black dress slacks, marveling at the soft skin beneath. She unfastened the button, then slowly unzipped. She looked down.
Blayne was wearing black silk panties, low cut and very brief.
Alexi’s mouth watered at the sight. “Beautiful. So beautiful. Lie back,” she said hoarsely.
Blayne reclined on the bed and lifted her hips so that Alexi could remove her pants. Socks were next. She was in just her bra and panties now, and Alexi’s eyes drifted to the apex of her legs as she opened them enticingly, and took notice of the dark circle of dampness.
The sight sent a hot flash of desire through her that chipped away at the restraint she was barely maintaining. And how she loved the look in Blayne’s eyes right now. Wanton. That was the word for it. She climbed up onto the bed, and over Blayne, and spent a very long moment letting her eyes feast on the body beneath her before she lowered herself onto Blayne and kissed her again.
She pushed her tongue into Blayne’s mouth and inserted one thigh between her legs, and then her hips began to move of their own accord. Blayne sucked on her tongue and began to moan softly, as her hips matched Alexi’s movements, thrust for thrust.
The pressure for release was incredible. Take it slow. Take it slow.
“You next,” Blayne panted, out of breath. She reached between their bodies for the buttons on Alexi’s shirt. “Have to feel you, against me.”
Alexi rolled off her and lay on her side to allow her access. Blayne’s nimble fingers quickly went to work, freeing her from her clothes. As her body was revealed, Alexi watched Blayne’s face, heard her gasp of pleasure at the sight of her nearly transparent bra, which allowed a clear view of her dark areolas through the sheer cream-colored fabric.
Blayne sucked in air through slightly parted, swollen lips, playing her fingers over Alexi’s nipples and watching them respond. The look in her eyes and the thrill of her touch drove Alexi ever closer to the limit of her endurance. She pushed Blayne’s hand down to the clasp of her low-cut jeans, and Blayne let out a soft moan of approval while she popped the button and pulled the zipper down.
Her gaze drank in the soft, bronzed skin, and the hint of dark hair peeking out from the top of the panties, a brief triangle of sheer fabric that matched Alexi’s bra. “God, so wonderful. So hot.” Her eyes returned to Alexi’s. “Sit up. I really need you naked.
Alexi did as instructed, and Blayne slowly pulled off her jeans, running her hands firmly down the expanse of muscled thighs and calves. Then she shifted to straddle Alexi before slipping her hands beneath Alexi’s blouse. She slid the garment slowly off of Alexi’s shoulders, then reached around to unclasp her bra.
Alexi’s breasts were not overly large, but were beautifully shaped and well proportioned to her lean, trim torso. The nipples were dark, and fiercely rigid. Blayne’s hands splayed to take both of them in, and as she did, she threw her head back in ecstasy and let out a long, low growl of pleasure.
Blayne’s hands on her breasts were torturously light and maddeningly slow in their explorations. Every brush of a fingertip against one of her nipples sent a pulse of pleasure to her groin. The sighs and moans that Blayne was making, and the way her body was beginning to move was driving Alexi insane with raw and desperate need.
“The sounds that you make…” It was a struggle to form words. But she wanted so badly to let Blayne know what she was feeling. “When I touch you…they move me. They reach deep within me and turn me inside out.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
Blayne met her eyes, and the smolder in her expression made it clear the question was purely rhetorical. Alexi nodded anyway as she reached behind Blayne to unfasten her bra. Her heartbeat double-timed and the throbbing between her legs grew stronger as Blayne’s breasts were revealed to her. So different from her own, larger, and the skin so pale and delicate. The nipples dark pink, in bold attention, and demanding her mouth.
She pulled Blayne’s body close, and danced her mouth and tongue wetly over her right breast, then left, caressing the soft swell and pausing for gentle, quick nips at each nipple, eliciting more whimpers and sighs.
“Harder,” Blayne gasped. “More, Alexi. Please. Suck me.”
Her hands entwined themselves in Alexi’s hair and caressed her scalp with firm purpose, urging her on, and Alexi gave her what she asked for. The sensations of Alexi’s mouth on her breast let loose a surge of wetness between her thighs.
Alexi felt Blayne’s arousal coat her stomach as she feasted on one breast, then the other. The combination of all the different types of sensations made her feel almost dangerously over stimulated. Her body wanted to rush, to drive to completion, and it was hard not to give in.
Blayne’s hands moved from Alexi’s hair to her face, and tilted it upwards, and Blayne’s mouth descended on hers for another scorching kiss. Blayne was breathing so hard it seemed as though she was already well on the road to orgasm, solely from the contact of their bodies and mouths.
“Nothing between us,” Alexi managed when they finally parted to breathe. She slipped her hands within the confines of Blayne’s panties to roughly massage her ass.
“No barriers any-more,” Blayne agreed, lifting herself so that Alexi could slide the panties down and away.
Blayne returned the favor and eased Alexi’s panties off, and they lay side by side for a moment, not touching, relishing their first opportunity to gaze upon and admire the body each was being offered.
“Tell me what you like.” Alexi reached a hand out, and ran it lovingly, wonderingly over Blayne, memorizing all the places that drew sighs, and shudders.
“Anything you do…everything you do…” Blayne’s voice was tight. “Feels unbelievable. Like nothing I have ever felt. Ten times more…”
“So damn intense,” Alexi agreed.
“Yes. Intense. I can’t believe how much you turn me on. It’s…it’s a pain, in my chest, in my….” She reached for Alexi’s hand and placed it over her sex. “Just touch me, Alexi. I need it. I need you—so damn much. I can’t stand waiting another minute. Another second.”
Alexi shifted until she was lying half atop Blayne, and her hand parted Blayne’s legs while she claimed her mouth in a crush of lips. The kiss gentled, however, as Alexi’s fingers slipped into the soft, silky folds of her sex.
Blayne let out a startled cry when Alexi’s fingers smoothed lightly over her swollen clit and continued on, to dip into her abundant wetness and spread
it with caresses liberally over the surrounding flesh.
“For me,” Alexi grunted, half in wonder, half in proprietary claim.
“Yes, Alexi.” Blayne sighed, eyes shut as she began to push against Alexi’s hand. “All for you. Only for you.”
Alexi watched Blayne intently while she stroked her, unhurriedly building her higher and higher. Varying the speed and pressure of her touch in response to the buck of her hips and the sounds that escaped her, and the tightening of the muscles in her face and body.
She made it last, bringing Blayne close to orgasm again and again, only to retreat a beat or two, until she felt fingernails digging into her back, and hips fierce against her hand. Blayne’s face was flushed with need, lower lip darkly bruised where it was captured between her teeth.
Only then did she penetrate her, finding her open and ready, and eager to be filled. Sliding two fingers inside, she pressed her thumb along the hard swollen ridge of Blayne’s clit and replicated the movement she had learned bringing her so close. The renewed contact sent her crashing over the edge.
It took Blayne several moments to get her breathing back to normal. She clutched tight to Alexi, and Alexi to her, as the spasms from her climax subsided. When they did, she kissed Alexi, sweet kisses along her neck, cheek, shoulder, anywhere in reach, and soon the kisses turned fevered.
“You asked what I wanted,” Blayne murmured. “What do you want? How do you want me to touch you?”
“I want you to…do whatever you wish to do,” Alexi stammered. Her throat was suddenly dry, and every muscle in her body was taut in anticipation of Blayne’s hands on her.
She rarely let anyone touch her intimately. It was far outside her comfort zone to surrender so—normally, she brought herself to climax, sometimes long after her sexual partner had departed. But over the past weeks, her body had come to need and want Blayne’s touch as much as it wanted oxygen, and food, and the brilliant, blinding warmth of the sun.
“Then I want to try to make you feel the way you just made me feel,” Blayne answered, gently pushing Alexi onto her stomach in the middle of the bed. “Tall order. That was pretty spectacular,” she added with a grin. “But I want to see if I can learn your body as quickly as you learned mine.”
Alexi closed her eyes as Blayne began a long and thorough mapping of the landscape of her body, with her hands, and lips, and tongue. She explored her with caresses from head to foot, concentrating on the areas that drew a hitch of breath, a thrust of pelvis, an unintelligible throaty hum or moan.
Alexi had a sensitive back, so Blayne lingered long there, covering every inch with her mouth and her body, while she fondled Alexi’s ass, drifting every now and then between her legs to encourage her to spread them further, tantalizing teases of what was still to come.
After several long minutes of this torturous foreplay, Blayne urged Alexi onto her back to continue. Their eyes met. “I want you to watch me make love to you,” Blayne whispered huskily. “I want to see in your eyes how I’m making you feel.”
Alexi could only nod, no longer certain of her voice.
Blayne avoided her breasts and her fevered groin for several more minutes, heightening Alexi’s arousal by finding sensitive places she herself had never really known she had—along her sides, her hands, her shoulders.
By the time Blayne’s mouth descended on her breasts, Alexi had no further apprehensions about being touched. Or, about how she would let Blayne know what she was feeling. Everything felt too right and too natural and too perfect to worry about such things now.
Blayne’s tongue played over one of her nipples before her lips closed around it to lightly suck.
“So good,” Alexi murmured, placing her hand on the back of Blayne’s neck.
The pressure of her fingertips told Blayne what she wanted. Understanding at once, she varied the intensity of her bites and sucks in accordance with Alexi’s subtle urgings. The insistent pulse between her legs throbbed louder and stronger with each suck, and grew yet again when she continued her attentions on the other breast. Alexi’s hips rolled and pitched, her clit seeking direct stimulation, and Blayne’s hand found its way to her thigh, and then her center.
Alexi closed her eyes, her body poised for a hard, heated stroking, but Blayne had other ideas. After several teasing passes of her hand, each so light that Alexi’s pelvis rose to meet it, she finally dipped low enough to find her wetness. Blayne hummed her approval at what she encountered, and Alexi felt the sound as a vibration where Blayne’s mouth was pleasuring her breast.
Without warning, Blayne withdrew and Alexi, feeling the loss profoundly, looked down to see why. She watched as Blayne put her fingers to her mouth, to taste her, all the while staring at her with the same flushed, hazy look on her face she’d had right before she had come.
“Mmm. Wonderful. I love how you taste.” Blayne returned her hand to Alexi’s sex and resumed her slow, easy strokes and circles, but she kept her eyes on Alexi’s face, watching her reactions. “Look at me. Show me how I make you feel.”
When Alexi’s eyes, and breathing, and other clues told Blayne that she was nearing climax, she slid down Alexi’s body and put her mouth where her hand had been. Wrapping her arms around Alexi’s thighs, she used her tongue and lips to stroke and suck her, until the body beneath her was writhing.
Alexi’s arousal doubled and redoubled. Even when she thought she could not feel more, had no more room for sensations, Blayne sent her fractionally higher still. Blayne’s mouth drove her past the point of no return, sent her to a place where her need for release was insistent and absolute. Nothing else mattered.
Blayne knew the moment and urged her to surrender to it. “Come for me. Now,” she whispered, before flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth across Alexi’s swollen clit.
Alexi’s whole body clenched and rose up off the bed, and a choked cry escaped her lips when she climaxed.
Blayne slowly kissed her way back up the quivering flesh as it calmed. “You are so incredibly beautiful when you come.”
“You are incredibly everything.” Alexi drew her close. “Arousing. Sexy. Responsive. You make me feel…wonderful. Cherished. You give me reason to look forward to tomorrow.”
Blayne loosened their embrace enough to raise up on one elbow so she could look down at Alexi. She traced a hand lightly over the flat plane of Alexi’s stomach and abdomen. “I like the sound of that. Tomorrow, with you.”
“I want you in my future, Blayne. In all of my tomorrows. I do not know how we will manage it. But I know I have found something very special with you. Something I should pursue, because I have not seen it before and may not again.”
“I’m glad you’ve realized that,” Blayne said. “Because I feel the same way, too. I’ve felt lost without you these past weeks.”
“And I you. My life has felt incomplete without you in it.”
“Alexi… I don’t want to jinx us being here together or anything, but I have to ask…what’s changed? I mean, you said it was impossible.” She bit her lip. “I guess maybe I’m a little afraid you’ll change your mind.”
“No, Blayne. No,” Alexi quickly reassured her. She enfolded Blayne in her arms and hugged her close. “I do take my job very seriously, as you know, and I could not do anything to jeopardize you while I was assigned to protect you. But…but I also have used my job as an excuse to keep from getting seriously involved with anyone. I see that now. The past made me afraid, and I let guilt about what happened with Sofia cloud my judgment.”
Blayne caressed Alexi’s stomach. “I think it’s time to forgive yourself about Sofia.”
“I do not know if I can. But I do know that the simple reality is, you are safer with me than without me. Involved with each other or not. I know I can protect you as well or better than anyone.”
“That’s wonderful news. So…when do you have to go back?” Blayne asked. “And how are we going to work this with you in Chicago, and me in Portland now?”
“
To be bluntly honest, Blayne, I should warn you that I have no experience at having a serious relationship. I am not very good at sorting out emotions and feelings and I have few skills in communicating them. That said, if you are willing to take a chance with me and see where this might lead, I am willing to do what I can to make it work and make you happy.”
“That mean you are going to fly out frequently to see me?” The hand that was caressing Alexi’s stomach began a slow trip south, stroking ever closer to her sex.
“It means that I am on an indefinite leave so that I can spend time with you,” Alexi said. “I may go back, I may not. I really do not need to work, and there are a lot of other things I could do with my background that might also be interesting.” She reached for Blayne’s wrist and stopped her hand from any further advance toward her clit.
Blayne frowned in disappointment and looked at her.
“Do you want me, Blayne?” Alexi waited expectantly for her answer. “Even though I do not know whether I will be any good at this relationship thing at all?”
Blayne smiled and reached up to stroke her cheek with the back of her hand. “Of course I want you. I love you. And there is no pressure for you to be anything, or say anything, or do anything. Just be with me. We’ll take it a day at a time, and figure it out together.”
Alexi’s face relaxed into a smile. “I am very happy to hear you say that.
“You know, I was about to show you how much I love you, until you stopped me.” She started to reach between Alexi’s thighs again, but Alexi’s wolfish grin returned.
“First, Blayne, I must insist on my turn.”
“Turn?”
Alexi rose up off the bed and looked down at her. “My turn. I have to taste you. And I have to make you come hard that way, just like you made me. And then we will order room service, and have some sustenance. And then it will be your turn again to decide what and how and where. We have time for plenty of turns. Plenty.”
“I think you are a bit too used to getting your own way.” Blayne spread her legs and put her hand gently on the back of Alexi’s head as she kissed her way down.. “We’ll have to work on that.”