Coffee and Conclusions

by Emma Sterner-Radley

When, finally, Erin’s hand gently touched her bra-clad breast, Isabella actually gasped in pleasure. But almost immediately, the horrible thought hit her. What if the rapid intake of breath had caused her nipple to leak? She had to stop panicking, but she didn’t know how.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Everything will be all right. I promise,” Erin whispered.

  Her voice was so sweet and tender, that Isabella couldn’t help but smile. She reminded herself once more to enjoy, not overthink.

  “Kiss me, and I’ll believe you,” Isabella whispered back.

  Erin bridged the gap between them and softly connected their mouths. Lips locked, and hands found places to hold onto. Quickly, Erin’s hands began to move, gliding over her arms and her sides, and settling on her hips. She licked at Isabella’s lower lip and then kissed where she’d licked, before returning her tongue back into Isabella’s mouth.

  Dazed, Isabella’s hands ran over Erin’s neck and shoulders. When she felt Erin’s long braid, she gently took hold, letting it anchor her as the room began to spin.

  A small, lucid part of Isabella’s brain realized that Erin was undoing her jeans, and without breaking the kiss, was pushing them down her legs. The naked skin of Erin’s thighs pressed against the bared bit of thigh above Isabella’s stockings, sensitive bits of skin that had never before touched each other—a teasing taste of what was to come.

  Isabella needed more. Erin’s mouth was wonderful, but there was so much more to explore, and her lust was impatient. Her lips had to conquer; they had to know that Erin was truly hers. She brushed them over Erin’s neck in their feverish exploration and happened upon her pulse point. The beat was hard and fast, like a creature trapped under Erin’s beautiful jawline. Isabella kissed there, deliberately this time, and felt the beat quicken against the delicate skin of her lips. She pressed tighter, no longer able to separate Erin’s pulse from her own as it thrummed in her lips.

  With a soft groan, Erin broke away and pulled off the borrowed shirt. Isabella was eternally grateful that Erin hadn’t borrowed a bra, as her breasts caught her eye in the light of the full, pale moon.

  Erin’s skin looked almost translucent in the white light, and the pink areolas stood out clearly, calling to her. Isabella held her breath and bent down to kiss them, one and then the other, without hurry. Erin quietly moaned Isabella’s name and threaded strong fingers through her hair. Still, Isabella needed more. With her mouth busy, Isabella tugged Erin’s panties down and reluctantly let go of Erin’s nipple to follow them down Erin’s legs. Crouched at her feet, she helped Erin step out of the jeans, her panties, and finally her socks.

  Erin stood before her, naked with her chin thrust out, wearing a smile that was equal parts encouragement and tenderness. It made Isabella’s heart ache to know that in a moment like this—when Erin should be absorbed by her own desire and needs—her focus was to look after and reassure her.

  Isabella took Erin’s outstretched hands, feeling her fingers interlocking with her own. Isabella raked her gaze over Erin’s nakedness. She was breathing far too fast. She’d have to calm down, or she was going to hyperventilate.

  Indeed, everything seemed to slow. Things that normally mattered became unimportant. She became a creature of sensation; thoughts, plans, and the notion of decorum didn’t matter. All that mattered was Erin’s body and how she could connect with it, how she could get close to it—to Erin—the person who somehow made her feel both more vulnerable and more invincible than she had ever felt before.

  She was stunning—her breathing shallow, her eyes glazed, and her cheeks flushed. They kissed, and there seemed to be no instigator, it merely happened, as if it was unstoppable. As if a kiss could be a force of nature.

  With hands that trembled ever so slightly, Isabella undid her bra and took it off. Erin helped her remove the panties and garters, dropping it all in a messy pile on the floor. Then she placed hot, reverent kisses over the front of Isabella’s thighs before getting back up.

  When they both stood facing each other once more, Isabella bridged the gap between weeks of fantasies to what could now be real. She let her hands trail over every bit of Erin she could reach, then Erin pulled her into another kiss.

  There’d been so much longing, so much distance, and now…now it all fell away. Just like their clothes. They were both here and blessedly alone. She’d never felt more free or more captivated by another person. She felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

  The kisses grew wild, and she felt teeth against her lips. She’d always hated being bitten during kisses, but now it seemed like the only reasonable way of doing things. She would bite and be bitten. Taste and be tasted. Devour and be devoured. There was no stopping what they’d started.

  Hands cupped her ass, and she groaned into the kiss, desperate for this abundance of romance and emotion to grow dirty. She wanted it all, and she could feel that Erin did too. Her own hands roamed the arch of Erin’s lower back and up to clearly defined shoulder blades. She caressed them worshipfully, then reached up to grab at the shoulders, pulling Erin even closer to her, so close that it was hard to draw breath properly. What did that matter? Why would she need to breathe when she could just melt into Erin instead?

  Erin sucked gently but hungrily on Isabella’s tongue. Isabella let it happen. Her hands ran down Erin’s arms and caught her hands. Their fingers intertwined, and somehow that innocent touch led her so much deeper into her need. Her body buzzed with it, and she knew she’d be soaked by the time they actually got into bed. Good. Let her see how much I want her. Let her feel what she does to me.

  She broke off the kiss, knowing she was running out of patience with this foreplay. “Bed. Now,” she ordered.

  “Great idea,” came Erin’s reply.

  They fell against the tightly tucked bedding of Isabella’s queen-sized bed, Erin on top. Isabella closed her eyes and moaned at how eager Erin’s touch had become. Before long, those needy hands trailed over Isabella’s inner thigh and up to her core. Neither of them could stay quiet when Erin’s fingers touched where they were most needed. Isabella slid her body down on the bed, clumsily forcing Erin’s fingers into her body. Erin gasped with surprise and broke off their kiss.

  “I—oh God—I couldn’t wait any more,” Isabella said breathlessly. “I need you.”

  She tugged Erin’s head back to hers and kissed her again, as she began to move on Erin’s fingers in a slow, steady rhythm. It felt so sweet and strangely familiar. Erin accommodated her and moved to meet her on every dip. She placed her wrist against Isabella so that it brushed against her clit every time the fingers slid inside.

  Perhaps it was clichéd, but Isabella felt time stop. They’d be here forever, she was certain of it, and it would be heaven. Her body, however, had other ideas. It was certain this pleasure wouldn’t—couldn’t—go on forever. Very soon it would be uncontrollable.

  They both moved faster, the friction growing rougher, needier. Erin’s fingers curled to find the spot inside that would undo Isabella, who marveled at how easily Erin found it. Soon, she couldn’t marvel at anything. Her vision filled with light, and her body tingled with pulsing energy from deep inside.

  She grabbed onto Erin, one arm around her shoulders and a hand clutching her braid, as she let go and let the orgasm take her over. It’d been so long since she last came that, for a moment, she wasn’t sure if it had always been this intense, or if this time was extra forceful.

  In her pleasured confusion, it took a few moments to realize that the orgasm wasn’t ending. It rolled through her body, both energizing and draining her in the same instant. On and on, it claimed her—Erin claimed her.

  When she finally relaxed, the pleasure slowly became manageable and eventually ebbed away. That hadn’t been just any old orgasm. That had been the best one of her life.

  “You feel amazing,” Erin said with a low groan. Her fingers m
oved inside Isabella, and Isabella tried to give them a little squeeze, letting her sex show the appreciation her speech center was too exhausted to manage.

  She closed her eyes, trying to regain her equilibrium. Her body was exhausted, but she was still aroused. She wondered if this was it, if from now on she would want Erin every minute of every day for the rest of their life. The thought made her smile.

  Erin kissed the smile away, and soon Isabella’s world centered around their mouths as they connected again. Tasting Erin’s mouth made her curious for more. She wanted a more concentrated flavor of Erin.

  Between kisses, Isabella mumbled, “Roll us over.”

  Erin obeyed without question until Isabella was on top. She left Erin’s mouth, kissing her way down her neck and her clavicles. She explored Erin’s breasts once more, then moved down her stomach, smiling into her kisses when she hit a ticklish spot and felt Erin giggle. Erin caressed her tousled hair and her neck, while Isabella kissed her way down.

  Soon, Isabella’s lips were tickled by little wisps of hair, and the warm scent of arousal grew stronger. She’d thought about going down on a woman so many times, wondered what it would be like. Excitement, happiness, and pride filled her mind. Erin would be her first. She’d waited until she found the very best of women to experience this new pleasure with.

  Gently, she let her lips and the tip of her tongue try out everything they found. The taste was nicer than male lovers had made her think, but maybe that was just Erin. There was a slight tang, a hint of spices, but mostly it tasted warm and inviting. A complex taste that grew stronger the more aroused Erin got. Soon, Erin was writhing and muffling needy whimpers.

  Every action and reaction told Isabella that Erin had needed this for as long as she had. She didn’t expect Erin to last very long. She sucked softly on the protruding bundle of nerves, and Erin gasped.

  From the corner of her eye, she could see Erin’s hands grab fistfuls of the bedding. Isabella could just make out her muscles moving as she gripped the fabric. She wished the light was better. She wanted to see Erin’s body succumb to pleasure, and she needed to see the look on her beautiful face.

  She let her tongue move over the clit hiding in its little hood and sucked softly, until Erin could no longer muffle her moans. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.

  Isabella felt a rush of pride; she’d made a woman come. She’d made Erin come. Her Erin. She felt her lover’s body grow taut and tremble before slowly softening and landing limply back on the bed.

  She kissed her way back up to Erin’s mouth. Erin’s breathing was ragged and hot. The quick, warm breaths hit Isabella’s lips before they kissed. If Erin minded tasting herself on Isabella’s tongue, she certainly couldn’t tell. Erin kissed her as passionately as if her life depended on it, until Isabella rolled over to the side, thinking they’d kiss a little more and then fall asleep. Erin moved with her so that they lay on their sides facing each other, kissing tenderly. The worst of the urgency had abated.

  Isabella had been right about the kissing, but not about what would follow. Erin’s hands grabbed her hips and brought her forward, pushing her thigh between Isabella’s. Erin was pressed against her hot core. Sleep would have to wait, and Isabella was okay with that.

  In fact, she was ecstatic.

  Chapter 20

  The Day After the Night Before

  Erin woke up feeling a myriad of things. She was confused at where she was; the room looked nothing like her apartment. She was blissed out and physically tired—even a little sore in a few intimate places.

  As her consciousness switched to full power, she remembered where she was and why. She also realized that, somewhere in this bed, Isabella must be sleeping next to her. Another bit of her brain woke up, and she heard something—a whispered conversation and what sounded like an owl hoot.

  Erin opened her eyes and saw Isabella sitting with Alberto at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a black silk robe, and Alberto was playing with the belt. They were facing away from her.

  ”Good morning,” she said quietly to get Isabella’s attention.

  Isabella smiled over her shoulder. “Good morning, preciosa. Alberto didn’t want to be alone in his crib, and there really isn’t anywhere to sit in his nursery, so I brought him in here. Sorry if we woke you.”

  “No, I think I woke up naturally.” Erin felt strangely nervous. Last night, she’d been worried about Isabella, but Isabella’s eagerness had allowed her own confidence to grow. Now that that world of passionate sex and whispered terms of endearments was gone, the strange realm of responsibility for a child and “the morning after” was upon her. She felt a lot less confident now.

  Isabella turned to look at her again. “If you’re hungry, you can go prepare some breakfast. Alberto seems to be quite hungry, so I was going to feed him just now.”

  Erin felt groggy and unsteady, and her sudden shyness made the idea of rummaging through Isabella’s kitchen for food—or using her fancy coffeemaker for that matter—uncomfortable.

  “Actually, I’m not really awake yet. I’ll just chill for a bit and then get up, if that’s okay.”

  “Oh. Right. Of course. I…do need to feed Alberto, though. Do you want me to go in another room?”

  Erin forced herself to wake up and clear her head. What’s going on here? “No. I mean, um, I can go if the two of you want privacy?”

  “I’m fine with feeding him in front of you. I believe that mothers should be able to breastfeed wherever they please. I only decided not to do it on camera with you that one time because…well, I suppose it was really for the same reason that I’m hesitating now,” Isabella said with a self-deprecating laugh.

  Erin sat up, pulling the covers with her to shield her nakedness since Alberto was in the room. “What’s that?”

  Isabella let out a long breath. “I suppose I want you to connect the sight of my breasts with erotic feelings, not with feeding people.”

  She got a reassuring smile from Erin in return. “Babe, nothing in the world could stop me from admiring and being turned by your tit…hrm…I mean breasts.”

  Isabella’s scolding look quickly turned into a smile, and Erin took a deep breath, glad that she’d said the right thing. She’d meant it, though. The female body had many uses; that didn’t stop it being the sexiest thing Erin knew.

  Isabella opened her robe and lifted Alberto. To make sure she didn’t make either of them feel self-conscious in any way, Erin lay back down and stretched lazily. She snuggled into a pillow to breathe in Isabella’s scent.

  It calmed her nerves, but she still felt unsettled and unsure what she was meant to do this morning. Should I just eat breakfast and then go? Or stay the whole day? This was why Erin preferred her life as a loner sometimes; social rules and expectations could be such a pain in the butt. Her stomach growled.

  Isabella laughed. “Oh dear. Seems like Alberto isn’t the only hungry one.”

  Sitting up and trying to locate her clothes on the floor, Erin agreed, shame coloring her voice, “Yeah. Sorry ’bout that. It just kinda hit me.” She spied her clothes and wrapped one of the blankets around herself to retrieve the scattered garments.

  “Ah, going for the Roman toga look, I see. Very fetching,” Isabella teased.

  Erin stuck her tongue out in response. Isabella shrugged it off with a laugh and looked down at Alberto, nursing peacefully. Erin felt her heart tug in that almost maternal way. He was eating happily and trying to reach her hair to play with it. It was just a little too short for him to reach, but he kept trying.

  “Man, you look so cute together. Is he trying to play with your hair or something?” Erin asked while she wriggled into her panties and jeans under the cover of the blanket.

  “You can drop the blanket, preciosa. He can’t see you or understand the concept of you being naked, although I appreciate the gesture. And, yes, I use
d to have longer hair, before you and I started chatting, and he used to play with it as he ate. Since I cut it, it’s just out of his grasp.”

  Erin tsk-tsked while throwing the blanket back on the bed and yanking up her jeans. “Sorry about that, lil’ man. Life’s tough.”

  She left the room, went to the dryer, and took out the shirt and bra that Isabella had washed for her after Alberto’s little accident. She pulled them on and hesitated while she overcame her discomfort. Hunger drove her to the fridge to pour a glass of orange juice. Bringing the tall glass back into the bedroom, she picked up her conversation with the eating baby again.

  “Yeah, life’s tough. As soon as you get used to something, it can be taken away from you, kid. Tell you what, though, my hair is long enough to reach all the way over if I sit next to you guys.” She looked questioningly at Isabella while she sipped her juice.

  “Are you asking if you can sit next to us and let Alberto play with your hair?”

  She wondered if that had that been a dumb, or maybe even weird, thing to suggest. Erin shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

  But Isabella just gave her a beaming smile. “That’s so sweet of you. I’m sure he’d like that. And I always want your company.”

  Erin put her juice down on the windowsill and undid her slowly unraveling braid. Her hair was tangled and crimped when she shook it out, but it’d do as a baby toy. She picked up her juice again, sat down next to Isabella on the side where Alberto’s face was, then bundled some tresses and placed them in Alberto’s little hand.

  He looked confused at first and seemed to stop sucking. Then his little hand closed around the fistful of blonde hair, moving his fingers around it to feel the texture, and returned to eating with a soft suckling noise.

  Isabella caressed his head, smoothing down the tufts of dark hair. Erin felt the warmth in her cheeks at the adoring smile Isabella then gave her, and she realized just how proud she felt to be able to help, even if it was just with this little thing.