by Lila Bruce
“Please,” she pleaded, although she wasn’t sure what she was asking for. Grace’s body trembled under Jessica’s touch. When she felt a hot breath over her pussy, she shivered with need. “Yes,” she moaned.
“So beautiful,” Jessica breathed. She parted the sensitive folds with one finger and then began to lave Grace’s flesh with her tongue. She grazed her teeth along Grace’s clit, sending spasms of fire shooting through her body. Jessica held Grace by the hips as she began to flick her tongue inside her with long, slow strokes. Grace moaned and gripped the sheets, her head turning back and forth on the mattress as Jessica zeroed in her g-spot, every flick and brush of her tongue sending Grace higher and higher.
“Jess,” Grace moaned, “Oh God…I can’t…oh…” Her body pulsed as Jessica branded her with her tongue and teeth. She screamed as she felt the climax take her, bowing and bucking as pleasure speared through her. Jessica held on and continued her assault, overwhelming Grace, lapping the channel of her clit again and again.
Grace fell back against the mattress, spent and out of breath. She panted and moaned as she felt Jessica slowly kiss her way back up Grace’s body. Then Jessica slid her arm around Grace’s waist and pulled her close, quietly nuzzling the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Grace inhaled the scent of her and sighed, content to lay that way with Jessica all night.
Chapter Eleven
“You know that you’re going have move sooner or later.”
Jessica took a big bite of spaghetti before responding to Grace’s statement.
“I know, but I’ve really enjoyed living there with Brett and the family. For the longest time I wanted nothing to do with Cedar Creek, but now that I’m back I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
The two women sat curled up Grace’s couch eating dinner. By the time they had gotten around to it, the sauce had nearly burned. Still, Jessica thought, it was better than any she had ever had in past.
“Well, I for one am very happy to hear that,” Grace said, sipping wine from a coffee cup.
“You know, I kinda suspect that was the reason my mother left the farmhouse to me in the first place. Her final way of trying to get me to come home.” Jessica’s voice was wistful as she spoke. She stared absently at her plate for a few minutes and then raised her eyes to Grace and smiled. “I suppose I should be grateful she did.”
“I suppose I should be as well.”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, about taking it slow.”
Grace glanced at Jessica hesitantly.
“Oh?”
“Mmmhmm. I know that most relationships start out slow and build up to the sex, but we seemed to have gone about things a little backwards.”
“I guess we have,” Grace grinned.
“When is your…,” Jessica took a breath, “….when is the one year mark?”
Grace frowned. “One year mark for what?”
“You said she left you about a year ago. You know, the crazy woman who didn’t know what she had. When is the one year mark from the date she left you?”
Grace swallowed and felt slightly sick to her stomach. She knitted her brow as if trying to figure out what Jessica was trying to do. After a long silence she finally spoke. “July. July something. I really don’t remember the exact date, although I can probably check my phone and see if I still have the text message where she dumped me.”
“Seriously?”
“Sadly, no.”
Jessica set her plate down on the glass coffee table that sat in front of the couch and moved closer to Grace. She looked her in the eyes, running a finger along Grace’s hairline, softly pushing back her hair.
“What a bitch.”
“No argument here.”
“Well, alright then. Let’s say July 4th, Independence Day.”
Grace smiled and shook her head in confusion. “I’m still not following.”
“We are going to take this slow, just like you wanted. Slow means getting to know one another. I want you to meet Rachel, my niece. You’ll love her.”
“I have, but not really,” Grace said. “We ran into she and Kim at…”
“…at the Mexican restaurant?” Jessica finished for her with a little laugh.
Grace nodded. “I take it, you’ve heard about that, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Wonderful.”
“Anyway,” Jessica continued, “we get to know one another and take it slow. Just so we are sure that we are not rushing headlong into anything – no sex.”
“What?”
“You heard me. No sex. At least not until July 4th. If, at that time, we are still together and still feeling what I’m feeling for you now, then…well, let’s just say you need to clear your calendar for July 5th.”
Grace looked intently at Jessica, staring deeply into her eyes. Looking at the younger woman she felt a heat stirring in her stomach.
“I can agree to that on one condition,” she heard herself saying.
“Oh?” Jessica raised one eyebrow. “And what is that?”
Grace put her cup down on the coffee table and drew nearer to Jessica. She wrapped an arm around her neck and smiled as she pulled Jessica in for a kiss.
“We start the clock tomorrow.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lila Bruce lives in the North Georgia Mountains, where the air is sweet and the summers are hot. When not writing, she spends her time adding to her ever-growing pack of basset hounds and dreaming of being able one day to leave behind her evil day job.