Chapter Thirty-Five
“This is me,” Lennox said to Paige as they approached her dorm. “Thanks for walking me home from the parking lot.”
“You’re welcome.” Paige took her arm off Lennox’s shoulder. “I wasn’t going to let you make that voyage alone.” She smiled.
Lennox casually backed up against the door to her room, the front of her facing Paige, a posy of lilacs in her left hand. “How sweet of you.”
Paige shrugged. “Yeah. I’m a ladies’ lady like that.”
Lennox squinted. “Are you now?”
“I am. Well for you I am, because…love.”
“What about love?” Lennox asked.
“I’m in it.”
“Oh.” Lennox nodded. “How’s that going for you?”
“Really great, actually,” Paige said. “See, my girlfriend promised me I’d feel things I’ve never, never, ever, ever felt before and that is what’s happening. I’m all gaga and woozy.”
Lennox cleared her throat to hamper a laugh. “Sounds like you have the flu.”
“It’s not the flu. It’s the big L.”
“Okay. It’s your heart. You would know. But, you and this girl, do you understand each other?”
“Pssh. Yeah. It’s the chemistry we have. Awesome.”
“Hmm.” Lennox pursed her lips. “I can’t speak for your girlfriend, but I think when she told you those things about the feelings, she maybe meant something different.”
Paige stepped up to Lennox and lowered her head, her mouth only a breath away from Lennox’s. “Then what could she have meant?”
“Why don’t you ask her,” Lennox said.
“Alright. Lennox?”
“Yes, Paige?”
“What did you mean about the feelings?”
Lennox kept her stare on Paige and latched onto the doorknob behind her. “Do you want to come in and I’ll show you?”
Paige’s jaw flexed. She swallowed. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Your roommate?” Paige asked.
Lennox smiled roguishly. “Gone for the weekend.”
“She is?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you sure that this is what you want?” Paige asked.
“I definitely want this. Do you?”
Paige touched her forehead to Lennox’s and pressed her right palm to Lennox’s cheek. “Yes,” Paige said, her voice low. Paige inched her face forward and brushed her lips across Lennox’s, slowly to start, but as their mouths moved together, finding a pattern, the kiss became fervent.
Blindly, with her lips still working Paige’s, Lennox opened the door. She clumsily set the flowers on the desk by the entrance, wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, and in a backwards gait, Lennox shepherded Paige into her room. Paige swatted the door shut with her foot. She put her hands on Lennox’s ass and gave Lennox a boost. Instinctively, Lennox encircled Paige’s waist with her legs, but laughed against Paige’s tenacious lips, interrupting the kiss.
“What?” Paige asked, short of breath.
“I can’t believe you just lifted me.”
Paige smiled. “Well, there’s somewhere I have to get you to.”
“And where is it that you’re taking me?”
“To bed.”
“Ohhh.” Lennox nuzzled the hollow beneath Paige’s throat and kissed her there. “Yeah. I think you need to get me there.” She spoke lowly into Paige’s skin.
Paige redistributed Lennox’s weight in her arms, carried her to the mattress left of them, and eased her onto it, their gazes never straying from the other’s. Lennox’s chest rose and fell heavily as Paige climbed above her, suspending herself there, her palms pushed into the bedding, one on each side of Lennox’s body. Paige smiled down at Lennox, visually devouring every aspect of her: silken, russet hair strewn against the white comforter, tawny, brown, shimmering irises, and lush, pink lips, parted, waiting. Paige tipped her head down and swept her partly open mouth across Lennox’s lips again and again and again, their tongues unhurriedly finding one another’s, fondling one another’s in a fluid, even tempo.
Lennox reached up and placed her hands on the back of Paige’s neck and lowered Paige on top of her. Their clothed bodies rubbed together with finesse for a moment, then greed, their need for closeness palpable. Paige caught Lennox’s bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a tantalizing pull, eliciting a faint moan from the depths of Lennox’s throat.
Paige grinned as she moved her lips from Lennox’s hot mouth and trailed them down Lennox’s neck, while her agile fingers began unbuttoning Lennox’s black tuxedo shirt. When Paige unfastened the last stud on Lennox’s blouse, she slid her palms over Lennox’s front, her waistline, her abdomen, her cleavage. Lennox shivered, though her flesh was soft and warm. Paige pressed her lips to Lennox’s once more, only now the flow of their mouths, of their tongues, was frenetic, both of them ravenous.
Lennox put her hands on Paige’s shoulders and edged her upwards into a kneeling position. Lennox followed, sitting, her body in line with Paige’s. Her hands met the hem of Paige’s jersey and she started to lift it. Spontaneously, Paige raised her arms. There was a brief interference with their kiss as Lennox pulled Paige’s shirt off.
Paige touched Lennox’s face, hooking her fingers behind Lennox’s left ear to draw her back in. Lennox blocked the oncoming kiss, placing her thumb on Paige’s lips. Lennox’s crisp, stainless steel ring chilled Paige’s mouth but set fire to the blood swimming in her veins. Paige streaked the apex of her tongue along Lennox’s thumb. Lennox exhaled.
“Wait,” Lennox said quietly and took her hand from Paige’s face. She angled her head to the side and back a little, eyeing Paige’s fair skin, bare if not for the gray coral striped, satin bra adorning her chest. Lennox bit her bottom lip, smiled, and moved closer to Paige. “Thanks.” She winked.
Paige shook her head and slipped Lennox’s blouse off her shoulders. “No. Thank you.” She gave Lennox a wink of her own. She ran her fingers down Lennox’s arms. Lennox flinched. When Paige’s fingers reached Lennox’s wrists, she placed them on Lennox’s body and moved her fingertips upwards and across, mapping the contours and curves of Lennox’s torso and waist. Paige’s hands traveled around to Lennox’s back and she unhooked Lennox’s bra and removed it. Lennox inhaled. Paige put her mouth to Lennox’s neck and nibbled on it.
Lennox wound her fingers through Paige’s hair, holding Paige in place. Paige scratched the skin of Lennox’s neck with her bottom teeth as her hands smoothed over Lennox’s breasts. Lennox gasped, took Paige’s face in her hands, and kissed her ferociously. Paige kneaded Lennox’s flesh with more pressure. Then Lennox’s tongue fell from their kiss and glided along Paige’s jawline. Paige lost her breath and Lennox effortlessly took off Paige’s bra. Lennox went to touch Paige’s chest, but Paige grabbed her hands and pushed her onto the bed, flat on her back. Paige pinned Lennox’s arms above her head and got on top of her, melding the unclothed skin of their upper bodies.
Paige smirked. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Lennox smiled.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Nope.” Lennox raised her head, mouth slightly opened, asking for Paige.
Paige licked Lennox’s lips, teasing.
“Please.” Lennox tried to free her arms, but Paige had an iron grip on her. “Don’t tease,” Lennox said.
“Shh.” Paige rode her tongue over the notch in Lennox’s jugular, her clavicle, and then each of her nipples. Lennox arched her back and turned her head to the side; titillated, she groaned. Purposively, Lennox wedged her right knee between Paige’s legs and drove it up, gyrating it against Paige. Paige closed her eyes and dropped her forehead into Lennox’s chest as she moved in time with Lennox.
“Feel good?” Lennox asked.
Paige loosened her restraint on Lennox but did not speak.
“Roll over,” Lennox said.
Enervated, Paige let Lennox turn her onto her back. Paige looked a
t Lennox, lying sideways next to her. Paige held her gaze, touched her face. Paige’s fingertips delineated Lennox’s cheekbones, jaw, chin, and the bow in her upper lip.
Lennox’s lips shaved Paige’s fingers, then she took Paige’s hand in hers and moved it onto the bed. Lennox pressed her starved mouth against Paige’s, kissing her intently. She unsnapped the button on Paige’s jeans and tugged on the zipper. Paige lifted her hips and Lennox pulled Paige’s pants down to her kneecaps. Lennox slowly tore her lips from Paige’s. Her eyes roved Paige’s body, stopping on Paige’s charcoal, tulle, cheekini panties. She shook her head, grinning salaciously.
“Those are nice.” She put her left hand on Paige’s waist and ran the back of it up and across Paige’s chest. “But these are nicer.” Lennox’s fingers circumnavigated Paige’s breasts. Paige exhaled. Then Lennox took Paige’s nipples into her mouth one at time, sucking gently on each of them. A gush of sheer want showered Paige, her nails scraping Lennox’s back. Lennox kissed Paige’s breastbone and slithered downward, off the bed. She crouched on the floor in front of Paige and grabbed Paige by her calves.
“Scooch,” Lennox said and ushered Paige to the ledge of the mattress. Lennox removed Paige’s combat boots and pulled off what was left of Paige’s jeans, dropping them on the floor. Lennox’s hands began to roam back up Paige’s legs. She caressed Paige’s thighs as she spread them. Paige clutched the comforter. Lennox rested her fingers on the waistband of Paige’s underwear, pinched the material, slid them down over Paige’s ankles, and banished them. She held onto Paige’s hips and placed her head between Paige’s legs. The pace of Paige’s heart hastened. Lennox put her mouth on Paige’s center and kissed it. Just once. Lennox’s lips were tender and balmy against Paige’s swollen flesh. Paige closed her eyes, her breathing shallowed. Lennox’s tongue began diligently stroking Paige’s core. Paige swallowed, gasped, and grabbed Lennox’s forearms. Lennox sighed into Paige. Several rapturous minutes later, Lennox’s mouth made its final upward motion and she massaged Paige’s clitoris with her tongue. Paige’s lower body buckled. Lennox’s jaw relaxed, her mouth stopping by degrees. Lennox kissed the spot where Paige ached most and slid her body back on top of Paige’s. She licked the taste of Paige from her lips, a feral glint in her eyes.
“Hey, lover.” Lennox smirked. “How are you doing?”
Paige smiled deliriously. “Great. So great. You could’ve kept going.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Lennox sensually passed her mouth over Paige’s.
Paige raveled her fingers through Lennox’s hair as their lips parted and their tongues met. Paige’s hands drifted to Lennox’s pants. She unclasped the double buttons, pulled the zipper down, and began to shed them from Lennox’s body. Without breaking the kiss, Lennox coiled her arms around Paige’s neck and let herself spill off Paige, her back flush against the mattress. She drew Paige onto her. Lennox kicked her sneakers to the floor. Together, Paige and Lennox wriggled Lennox out of her jeans. Paige’s hands skated down Lennox’s sides along the arrow incised on her left ribcage and onto the periphery of her black, satin thong. Paige uncoupled her mouth from Lennox’s, her gaze falling to Lennox’s undergarment, then returning to Lennox’s smiling face.
“Sexy no or sexy yes?” Lennox asked.
Paige inched her body downwards over Lennox’s. On her way, Paige kissed Lennox’s navel, her waistline, and the fabric covering Lennox’s middle. Lennox’s underwear were soaked. Paige’s breath hitched.
“Sexy yes,” she murmured and slid Lennox’s thong off her. Paige steadied herself on her elbows and knees between Lennox’s thighs. Lennox put her hand on Paige’s head and inhaled. Paige began to move her tongue vertically across Lennox’s slick slit. The muscles in Lennox’s arm gave out, her limb dropping on the bed. Paige rubbed the underside of Lennox’s thighs as her mouth continued to tickle Lennox's midpoint. Paige basked in Lennox’s piquancy. Lennox started to fluctuate her hips, inciting Paige, whose tongue then grazed the origin of Lennox’s arousal tirelessly in a systematic beat that coincided with the pounding inside of Lennox’s chest. Lennox spasmed. Paige tightened her hold on Lennox and soothingly licked Lennox’s source one more time before yielding her tongue. Lennox’s breathing was erratic.
Paige’s head ascended from Lennox’s loins and she scaled up Lennox’s body, their tacky flesh fusing together. Lennox smiled and wiped her thumb around Paige’s glossy mouth. Paige lowered her lips to Lennox’s, immersing her in a hard, ardent kiss.
Intoxicated by passion, Paige and Lennox began exploring one another with eager hands and fingers, sure to touch each other everywhere. Then at the same, as if by design, Paige’s right forefingers entered Lennox while Lennox slid her three middle fingers inside of Paige. Writhing together, their eye contact steady, they instantly found their rhythm, their fingers moving in, around, and out of each other balletically. They both started panting. Lennox was warm and wet against Paige’s touch and she opened wider, ready. Paige slipped a third finger inside Lennox and pushed deeper. Lennox gasped. Paige held Lennox’s right hand with her left, their fingers interlacing, indenting the mattress next to Lennox’s head. They began sweating. Paige depressed her forehead into Lennox’s. The flats of Lennox’s fingers glided artfully over the pulsing spot of Paige’s center. Paige’s hips and thighs tensed. A throbbing tingle surged through her. Paige shut her eyes for a second then her stare fell into Lennox’s again. As Lennox undulated beneath Paige, the tension within Paige magnified. The tips of Paige’s fingers carefully stroked Lennox’s clit and the muscles between Lennox’s legs tightened around Paige’s hand. She bit her bottom lip.
“There. Paige. Yes. There,” Lennox said, her breaths jagged. She squeezed Paige’s hand.
Paige kept her movements even, but so did Lennox. Paige’s pelvis began to contract. She squeezed Lennox back.
“I love you,” Lennox whispered, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.
Paige’s chest expanded and tears of her own drizzled down her face. “I love you, too.”
“Just let go.” Lennox’s fingers pressed harder into Paige, revolving her, all of her.
Together, their bodies constricted, quaked uncontrollably, and released the acute pressure that had been residing inside of them, a long-awaited exhale.
Paige and Lennox lay on the bed, two lax figures entwined in each other’s arms.
Lennox gave Paige a slow kiss on her soft lips. When their mouths separated, they smiled at each other.
“We are incredibly awesome,” Lennox said.
“Yes, we are.” Paige raised an eyebrow at Lennox. “Again?”
Lennox grinned. “No question.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Paige pulled her sedan into the driveway left of the gray, two-story, Victorian house where she grew up. She put the car in park, cut its engine, and looked at Lennox.
“Okay,” Paige said. “We made it.”
Lennox smiled. “Your dad’s going to know that we spent our entire Saturday in bed.”
“Pssht. He will not.”
“Yes, Paige. He will. You have sex face.”
Paige gaped. “Hey! So do you.”
“Of course I do!” Lennox laughed. “We’ve been at it nonstop since last night.”
“That’s untrue,” Paige said.
“Is it now?”
“We took a recess for lunch and for water and for”—Paige grinned—“showers and—”
“Oh no! Nope. We showered together. Nice try.”
Paige chuckled. “Fine, but we did come—”
“Mmm. We definitely came.” Lennox winked.
Paige shook her head, blushing. “Let me rephrase.” She cleared her throat. “We arrived an hour early so you could see the gardens in Boston.”
“Right. I did like the gardens.” Lennox nodded. “Very pretty.” She pursed her lips. “Technically not a recess though.”
“Why?”
“Because after we took photographs, you go
t a little frisky with me behind that tree.”
Paige smirked. “Minimal frisk doesn’t count.”
“Ahh. Well if that’s what that was, promise me I’ll get to experience your maximum friskiness.”
“Lennox, Lennox, Lennox. It’s already been written in your stars.”
Lennox snickered. “Then I should want for nothing else.”
“Before we go in”—Paige took off her seatbelt and leaned over towards Lennox—“a kiss from me to you.”
Lennox gave Paige a peck on the lips.
“That’s all?” Paige asked, her thumb running across Lennox’s cheek.
“I think your dad’s watching us through the window.”
Paige cringed. “Is he really?”
Lennox giggled. “He really is.”
Paige straightened in her seat and put her palm up to her forehead. “Nooo,” she breathed.
“Yeah.” Lennox unbuckled her safety belt and put her hand on Paige’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to go in.”
Paige exhaled. “It’s alright. Everything’s cool.”
“Are you talking to me or are you talking to yourself?” Lennox smiled. “Because I’m not worried.”
“Neither am I.”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay.” Paige clapped. “Woo! Chicken dinner. We’re doing this!” Paige glanced at Lennox. “Yes?”
Lennox put her fist in the air. “Poultry. Woo.”
Paige pointed at Lennox. “You stay there.” She got out of the car, walked around the front of it, and opened the passenger side door for Lennox. “Allow me,” Paige said, gesturing with her hand for Lennox to exit the vehicle.
Lennox stepped from the automobile and smirked at Paige. “Aren’t you suave?”
“I am.”
“I’m enamored.”
Paige smiled and took Lennox’s hand in her own. They started for the entrance of Paige’s house.
“So what are your post-supper plans?” Paige asked Lennox as they reached the Victorian’s fiberglass, front door just several feet away from Paige’s sedan.
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