No longer surrounded by Hannah, Willow suddenly felt very cold and exposed—like being thrust out naked in the middle of a blizzard. It was so disorienting that she began to shiver.
“But if you do, we will have to play a game,” Hannah cautioned.
“What sort of game?” Willow asked warily.
“One that I’m certain you will enjoy.”
What a fucking day, Hannah thought as she drove home. Although it wasn’t ending on a sour note, it certainly hadn’t been her best beginning. Willow getting engaged had thrown her. It wasn’t part of the plan. For the life of her, she didn’t know what either Zachary or Willow were thinking. Obviously, Zachary was feeling threatened. Maybe he wasn’t as idiotic as he seemed? Of course, his behavior tonight certainly wasn’t indicative of his I.Q. Seriously, who does that in front of his fiancée’s employer? Only a fucking moron would. Was he really so confident with his dime-store ring? Did he really think she would let some cheap, piece-of-crap, gold ring stand in her way? Fuck him! All he had to give was shit while she could give Willow her dreams.
And Willow, the poor doll had been mortified tonight, as she should. No one enjoys having their past sins rubbed in their faces.
Why had she ever said yes to such a fool? It had troubled Hannah all day. Everything had been going along so perfectly and then Willow had to go and ruin it. It was a good thing for her that Hannah was so forgiving, not to mention adaptable.
Tonight, she hadn’t actually planned to invite her back to her home, but she felt she needed to show Willow that she approved of her decision. It was the right decision. Of the two, Hannah and Zachary, Hannah was obviously the best choice, and finally, for once, Willow had put Hannah over Zachary. It was about fucking time considering all that she had done for her, and Hannah was so pleased she gave in to an impulse of spontaneity.
It wasn’t her only moment of spontaneity, but Hannah would be more careful in the future to keep a tight lid on them. She hadn’t planned the subway conversation either. It was more of an accident than a whim. Regardless, she had been furious when she told her no. By the time they landed in Texas, her fury had subsided, but Willow needed to understand how very unpleasant her life would be without Hannah’s affection. Hannah was almost convinced she had made her point until this morning.
Tonight would more than make up for this morning’s disappointment. In the morning, they would have a long talk, and, once and for all, Hannah would convince Willow that Zachary was no longer needed.
Chapter 10
Hannah was wrong. Willow didn’t like this game—she hated it. She despised being moved and positioned like some lifeless being and the way Hannah looked at her naked body was so cold and distant.
At first, the idea of a bath seemed sexy until she realized that Hannah did not intend to get in the tub with her. Considering she was very hygienic, Willow had been offended, but when she started to voice her complaints, Hannah had put her finger over Willow’s lips to shush her. It became apparent that conversation wasn’t part of the game, which was a shame because Willow had no idea what was going on inside Hannah’s mind. She never once explained herself as she bathed her, dried her, dressed her in pair of pajamas, tucked her in, and then turned down the lights.
It was only after Hannah was lying beside her, propped up on her elbow, that she spoke. “You may go to sleep now.”
Grumpily, Willow squeezed her eyes shut only to open them a few seconds later. “Seriously, Hannah, I can’t fall asleep with you watching me.”
“Of course you can,” Hannah said and then reached out to stroke Willow’s face.
Willow recoiled from her touch. It wasn’t her touch that Willow didn’t like but the way it felt. After having been pinned against the wall, she had certain expectations for the evening, and this wasn’t one of them. She wanted Hannah to touch her body just like she wanted to learn every curve of Hannah’s flesh, but not like this. Hannah’s hand felt strangely comforting—as if Willow was a small child. It felt very wrong.
“No, I can’t,” Willow gritted through her teeth as she rolled on her side away from Hannah. After she fluffed her pillow, she spat, “Your game is weird and creepy. I feel like you’re waiting for me to fall asleep so you can pull a knife out from under your pillow and stab me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Willow. I don’t keep knives in my room,” Hannah murmured. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
Willow’s eyes stayed wide open. She couldn’t have fallen asleep even if she wanted to. In a strange bed with an even stranger woman, she was miserable, not to mention hot. She never slept in pajamas. After several minutes, she sat up and kicked away the blankets that felt as heavy as lead weights. She peeled the pajama top over her head and tossed it to the floor.
“What are you doing?” Hannah hissed.
“I’m hot,” Willow shot back and lay back down.
“Put your shirt back on,” Hannah demanded.
“No, I can’t sleep with it,” Willow growled.
Hannah let out an impatient huff of air and sat up. She was starting to get out of the bed to retrieve the discarded article of clothing. Once Willow figured out her intentions, she decided enough was enough.
“This is ridiculous. I’m going home—where at least I know someone is getting laid on my birthday,” Willow said. Before she could get of bed, Hannah had her pinned down with her face in the mattress. “Jesus Christ, Hannah! What are you doing?”
“I’m helping you relax,” Hannah gritted as her long fingers worked against the muscles of Willow’s lower back.
“It’s not working,” Willow denied.
“It would if you would stop being such a goddamn horny slut.”
That pissed Willow off. It was hardly being a slut when someone else sends out all the signals, lures you in, and then changes the rules at half time, making it into some sort of preteen sleepover. Pretending like she was relaxed, Willow waited until Hannah’s fingers loosened their grip, and when Hannah was least expecting it, she flipped over onto her back. Willow looked up at Hannah with a cocky smirk. Let’s see who the slut is now.
Hannah’s hands jerked away and hung suspended in the air halfway between them. Willow waited for some kind of response, but Hannah only returned her stare with a blank fogginess in her eyes. Then Willow noticed Hannah’s fingers lightly fluttering, and she realized that Hannah was trembling.
“Hannah, what’s wrong?” Willow asked as she scooted out from beneath Hannah and sat up in front of her.
When Hannah didn’t answer, Willow reached out and touched her face. Brushing back a loose tendril of her platinum hair, Willow asked, “Is this your first time?”
“Yes,” Hannah mumbled.
Willow wrapped her arms around Hannah.
Everyone always talks about out-of-body experiences, but they never discuss the painful crash back inside the cage. For as long Hannah could remember, her essence always hovered outside the body she so despised. Now, spirit and flesh once again reunited—the feeling was so constricting, so squeezing, it was agonizing. The only relief was Willow’s sprinkling of tiny kisses across her face, each one like a shot of Novocain numbing the pain.
Then Willow’s lips were on hers. It felt so strange, so unbearably soft and sweet. Falling into the feeling, their bodies crashed back onto the mattress. She felt Willow’s naked skin under her through her satin pajamas. Her flesh felt like the most finely woven silk. Hannah shifted onto her side so she could touch her. Starting at her wrist, Hannah’s fingers trailed down Willow’s arm. When she reached a sensitive spot on her underarm, Willow jerked in response. Moving on, her fingers followed the curve of Willow’s body, past the shallow valleys of her ribcage, over her belly button, and then back up the middle. She stopped once her fingertips reached just below her breasts.
Willow’s hot tongue licked at the seam of her closed mouth. Hannah started to gasp in response and felt Willow slip inside her lips. Feeling another person inside this body, which she herself had
just became reacquainted with, felt both shockingly intimate and carnal. Like drowning in a river of sinfully wicked chocolate, Hannah never wanted to come up for air, but she did when she felt Willow’s hand cradle her own and pull it up to her breast.
The creamy globe was soft but firm, except for the rose-stained nipple that felt like a pebble against her palm. Acting on instinct, Hannah leaned in to taste her there. The nub felt hard against her tongue. She closed her lips to suckle Willow’s nipple while her hand caressed her other breast. Alternating back and forth between them, Hannah decided that she could happily spend the rest of her life right there, doing that very thing.
Yet, Willow was such a marvelous creature, like a treasure trove filled with all the riches of this earth, and Hannah wanted more. She wanted to explore every inch of Willow, stuff herself full with all her glories.
With her hands and mouth, she did just that—finally understanding the act she had witnessed hundreds of times before. Hannah used to believe if she just watched long enough, she might understand it, as if sex was nothing more than piece of bizarre modern art. There were times when she had an inkling of understanding, but it wasn’t until now, when she was with Willow, that all the pieces of the puzzle finally fell in place.
Licking and nipping her way down Willow’s belly, Hannah came to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She stopped to look up at her. Her eyelids had grown heavy. Her belly rose and fell erratically, but it wasn’t until Willow pulled her hips off the mattress and tugged off her bottoms and panties that Hannah was certain she was doing this right.
Hannah hid her smile against the curve of her hip and then moved to settle between her open thighs. She took a long moment to look at her there. Before it wouldn’t have been right, so Hannah had carefully avoided looking, but now she could have her fill. It was really no surprise that Willow’s pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her. Leaning on her elbows, Hannah’s manicured fingertip reached out. Starting at the top of her raven landing strip, she moved down past the patch of hair and followed the seam of her lips. Willow moaned softly and her hips twitched in response. Growing bolder, she used two fingers to trace the seam, pulling her apart gently. After the excursion, Hannah rubbed Willow’s hot, silky wetness between her finger and thumb and then brought them both to her mouth. Discovering she liked the taste, she decided to traverse the path once more—only this time she used her tongue. Up and down she licked, until the small ridge between Willow’s lips swelled.
Willow had become breathless. She moaned softly several times as her hips bucked in growing excitement. Just when it appeared the poor darling couldn’t hold out any longer, Hannah’s mouth pillowed her clitoris. She sucked lightly as her fingers pushed up into Willow’s tight cunt. Willow’s climax came hard and quick, but Hannah wasn’t done with her yet. Even as her inner muscles squeezed her finger, Hannah continued her tender ministrations. Licking, flicking, and sucking with her mouth, her fingers pushed deeper inside. She came again and again until one climax wrapped and rolled into another.
Finally, after several minutes, Willow cried out in exhaustion, “Hannah, stop.”
Hannah pulled her hand out and kissed a trail down Willow thigh. “Why?” she asked.
“Because I don’t think I can take much more,” Willow answered breathlessly. “For someone who has never done this before, you are remarkably talented.”
“Hmm,” Hannah muttered evasively as she scooted further down on the mattress to explore Willow’s calves and ankles. “I’ve seen it done a time or two. You have the tiniest feet. Do you even wear adult size shoes?”
“Size five,” Willow giggled as she squirmed against Hannah’s ticklish kisses.
“Five,” Hannah scoffed playfully and then nipped Willow’s big toe. “You could shop in the girls’ department.”
“What size do you wear?”
“I’m not going to admit that,” Hannah retorted drily as she began to focus her attention on Willow’s other calf. When she reached her inner thigh, she noticed Willow’s hands strategically blocking her most intriguing body part, and Hannah started to chuckle. “What is that, some sort of magical shield?”
Willow pulled back the sheet and peeked at Hannah. “What are you doing down there anyways?”
Hannah flashed her electric blue eyes. “I’m hiding…” she smirked and then suddenly leaped up. At eye level, her lips savagely crashed against Willow’s. Their tongues danced in an erotic duel before Hannah pulled away and sucked against the column of Willow’s neck. “…or I’m getting ready to fuck you again. I think I will mark you first.”
“Don’t you dare,” Willow laughed and tried to pull away but Hannah held her steady.
Hannah was so intent on leaving a little love bite for Zachary to discover in the morning that she didn’t notice Willow’s nimble fingers sliding under her shirt until she felt her hands cup her breasts. Blinking, she pulled back in surprise.
“Don’t you like this?” Willow questioned as her thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples.
“I don’t know,” Hannah admitted honestly.
“Here, let’s try this,” Willow suggested as she pulled Hannah’s shirt over her head. Once it was removed, she settled over Hannah. Naked from the waist up, they lay breast to breast and Willow began sprinkling her face with angel-soft kisses. Lingering for a moment on Hannah’s chin, her feather-soft lips brushed down her neck and swept over her collarbone.
After overcoming the initial shock, Hannah realized that she rather enjoyed the feeling of Willow against her flesh. But the enjoyment skyrocketed to some level of ecstasy when Willow’s tongue circled her nipple before her lips closed around it and she started to suck.
Arching off the bed, Hannah groaned, “Fuck, that feels good.”
After that, Hannah was lost in a delirium of sensation, amazed that the skin that had always betrayed her before could possibly feel so good. It was impossible to know where Willow ended and she began. Sinking into the bliss, she lost herself in the moment, and for a few minutes, the freedom of escaping Hannah Fairbanks was more euphoric than the pleasures of her flesh. But it came to a sudden halt, or more appropriately, Willow came to a sudden halt.
Hannah realized that her pajama bottoms had slid past her hips, and she gritted between her teeth, “Fuck.”
Willow pulled back the sheet. Looking very confused, she asked, “What are you?”
Chapter 11
“A glorious freak of nature,” Hannah spat lethally. “I wasn’t lying to you when I said I wasn’t gay. To be homosexual, you first have to be either a woman or man, and now you know I’m neither or both. Just fucking forget this,” she said and reached to pull up her pants.
“No wait,” Willow cried as she held Hannah’s hands still. “Does it work?” she asked as she glanced down at Hannah.
“Not if you call it an it,” Hannah gritted through her teeth.
“Sorry,” Willow mumbled. “I’m just surprised.”
Surprised was putting it mildly. Shocked, flabbergasted—the very last thing she expected when she pulled down Hannah’s pants was that. Having been with both women and men, she could honestly say she had never seen anyone like her before. Yet now that she knew what she was looking at, Willow believed that this part of Hannah was made just as beautifully as the rest.
Her flaccid penis was perhaps a bit smaller than average. As Willow explored with her hand, she discovered that underneath the penis, where the testicles should have been, were folds and what felt like a vaginal opening. She was truly neither a woman nor man but both.
Willow glanced up cautiously at Hannah. Although she had lain back down, she was anything but relaxed. Misery was etched upon her features. Willow decided not to focus on the part that made her so uncomfortable. Instead, she kissed her belly, her thighs, her arms, and her legs. Only once Hannah appeared settled did Willow try again. At first, she thought Hannah might recoil, but she didn’t. Willow looked up and found Hannah lying with her head turne
d to her side, staring blanking towards the wall, so she bit her thigh.
“Ouch,” Hannah groaned.
“Don’t fade out on me,” Willow said.
“It’s what I do, whenever…”
“Maybe…” Willow said as she bent to taste her cock, “…but don’t do it to me.”
Hannah grimaced and then covered her face with her arms. It took several minutes before Willow felt the stirrings of life in her mouth. She wasn’t sure it was going to happen until she heard Hannah’s muffled, “Fuck.” Almost as soon as she uttered it, she began to swell and grow hard. Willow realized it might have happened sooner, but Hannah had been fighting against the sensations. Using her hand and her mouth, Willow made her hard.
“Why are you resisting?” Willow questioned as she crawled up and sat on her knees between Hannah’s hips. “Don’t you want to be inside my pussy? Don’t you want to fuck me again?”
Willow slowly sank down as Hannah’s cock stretched her tight core. She rode her gently at first as Hannah covered her face.
“Don’t you like this?” Willow asked.
“I fucking hate it,” Hannah hissed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
Willow reached out and took Hannah’s arms off her face. “Then show me,” she challenged.
Almost brutally, she pulled Willow’s mouth to hers, but the second her soft lips touched Hannah’s she started to calm. Hannah reached between their bodies and found Willow’s breast. Pulling her lips away from Willow’s mouth, Hannah leaned down and took her nipple into her mouth. “Is this what you want?” she kissed against Willow’s breasts.
“Yes, Hannah, yes,” Willow moaned as she bounced up and down enthusiastically.
Willow came again, squeezing her tight. Hannah began to feel the strangest escalation, a build-up, her flesh climbing higher and higher until suddenly she exploded—for the first time in her life.
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