Opening a new bottle of wine, Kara took notice of the movie Sierra had chosen and smiled wide. “When Harry Met Sally. Nice choice. One of my favorites.” With two glasses in hand, she circled the coffee table and sat them down.
"Mine too."
Once Kara was within reach, Sierra grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. Giggling washed out the opening scene of the movie as they maneuvered to let Kara lay down, ending up with her back flush against Sierra’s front. A toned arm draped loosely over Kara’s hip and settled on her stomach, drawing light circles that awakened the ache between her thighs.
Pulling Sierra’s left hand up to her lips, Kara lightly kissed the palm and then brushed her nose across the soft skin along the inside of the wrist, inhaling a light mandarin scent before leaving a tender kiss. The delighted sigh she received in response ignited something inside, driving her wild, daring her to take what she so badly wanted.
So she did.
Bringing Sierra’s index finger into her mouth, she sucked it softly before moving to the next, and then the one after that, until she had gotten her fill. Loving the soft whimpers and moans she was drawing from the woman who was pressing increasingly tighter against her back, she dragged Sierra’s hand down to her right breast and squeezed. Kara’s eyes rolled back, awash in the sensation of nimble fingers working their magic as they moved on their own accord. She had denied herself long enough. Exhausted from fighting her desires, tonight she would give herself over entirely and let the chips fall where they may.
A combined gasp accompanied the slow rocking of Sierra’s hips against Kara’s backside, silently working them both into a frenzy. Releasing Sierra’s hand, Kara shifted her body so they were face to face. She cupped Sierra’s cheek while a finger gently traced her own jawline in return. Golden irises gave way to black and the heat between them rose to a slow boil through a series of deep, slow kisses, each one spurring their need to feel the other’s flesh. Eager hands roamed, grasping blindly for any free edge of clothing to slip under in search of skin.
When Sierra’s hands finally found the hot pool of desire at the apex of Kara’s thighs, she groaned and took Kara’s bottom lip between her teeth. Releasing her lip, she whispered, “I’ve been dying to touch you.”
“I’ve been dying for you to touch me.”
“You’re so wet. Can I-”
“Yes,” Kara blurted out, unwilling to wait for the rest of the question. She ground her hips onto Sierra’s fingers and released a heavenly groan. “God, you feel so good. Can we get out of these clothes?” She was panting heavily now and feeling no shame. All she wanted was to feel Sierra’s naked body against her own and judging by the look in the Sierra’s eyes, the feeling was more than mutual.
“Please.”
They quickly sat up, yanking and pulling at one another’s garments, both of them past the point of enjoying a slow reveal. Sierra’s V-neck flew across the room. Kara’s shirt lost a button. Bras were gone in a flash. Shorts and panties unceremoniously dropped to the floor. The flurry of arms and legs stopped when the last of the clothing had been dispersed.
“So beautiful,” Sierra whispered full of awe as her eyes raked down Kara’s long, lean body. Creamy white skin with a light dusting of freckles lay bare for her to explore. She laid back, bringing Kara on top of her, their eyes locked as they reveled in the feel of finally having skin on skin.
Kara settled one thigh between Sierra’s muscled legs, pressing hard against her soaked core. A relieved groan fell from her lips when Sierra afforded her the same pleasure. A simultaneous slow grind began, each matching the other’s increasing pace. The friction served as a delicious tease, yet provided the pressure needed to achieve her goal.
What she desperately wanted were those long, slender fingers, but that would have to wait. She was already too far gone. There would be time to map one another’s bodies later. Right now, Kara needed a release and she would bet big money from the way Sierra was moaning and thrusting into her that she had the exact same idea.
Nipping and sucking her way up Sierra’s neck to her ear, Kara was rewarded with a soft whimper when she took the supple lobe between her teeth. She noted the response and continued on until their mouths met again. Gone were the slow, deep kisses. Sierra took control, her tongue searching and finding a willing partner in a heated duel. Mouths were devoured. Their rhythms synced. Hips and tongues thrusted in unison—both women gasping and moaning until they came together in a symphony of passion.
Safe in one another’s embrace, they came down from their high together. Kara was elated, relieved, energized. Sierra’s touch, the feel of her body against her own—it had been everything she had dreamed of and then some—but rather than quenching her thirst for Sierra, her body only begged for more.
The bottle of pent up sexual energy had been uncorked and she was going to drain it dry. Kara wasted no time in following through with her vow to stop denying herself as she rolled Sierra over and commenced round two.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Letting go was exhausting. Exhausting, but liberating. Last night, Kara Davies had let go of everything she’d been fighting against and this morning she felt lighter. And sore. Sore in ways she had never been sore before, but still lighter, freer, and plain old fucking relaxed.
As she stretched out her lithe body, she struggled to recall the last time she had truly relaxed. She was always working, thinking, or thinking about working. At home alone, in a relationship, and even in social settings, her mind was on other things and not at all invested in the act of socializing itself. No wonder her girlfriends had always left her.
Rolling her eyes in admonishment, she noted Nicole had been right yet again. On the other hand, none of the other women had been Sierra. She still needed to work on thinking less and following her heart more. Sierra was worth it since she’d broken through the walls Kara had painstakingly built up.
Kara reached her arm back expecting to find her lover, but instead found nothing but sheets. When did we make it to the bedroom?
The question was quickly tossed aside in favor of panic. Had Sierra left without saying goodbye? She wouldn’t. Would she?
Her chest tightened. Thoughts of her foolishness set in. How could she have let herself become a one night stand?
Suddenly, a crash followed by a hushed curse came from just outside her room. She breathed a sigh of relief and then scolded herself for thinking such horrible things. Slipping out of bed, she stretched and then threw on a tank and sleep shorts before peeking out the bedroom door.
The sight of Sierra in only her tee shirt fumbling through her kitchen was almost comical. The shirt barely reached below her ass, revealing those shapely, muscled legs that had Kara biting her lip. Unable to resist touching her any longer, Kara padded up silently and wrapped her arms loosely around Sierra’s waist from behind.
“Jeeze, Kara! You almost made me drop the mug.” She took a deep breath and laughed.
The sound was music to Kara’s ears. Sierra was even more beautiful in the morning and Kara couldn’t help but run her hands up and down her toned body. The touch left a trail of goosebumps and sent a shiver through Sierra, bringing a wicked grin to Kara’s lips. She buried her nose in Sierra’s mussed hair and inhaled her scent—sweet mandarin musk and sex. They should bottle that. It was sexy as hell and already had Kara’s arousal making a return visit. Last night had opened the flood gates and now she couldn’t get enough of Sierra.
“Hey pretty lady, why are you going through my drawers?” Kara inquired, her voice raspy and low.
Turning her body within the circle of locked arms, Sierra flashed a smile that hinted at mischief right before she placed a chaste kiss on Kara’s lips.
“I thought you liked me in your drawers?” One brow rose and she laughed as her fingers teased the warm skin under the band of Kara’s shorts.
“I wasn’t complaining,” Kara replied with a smirk. Her body ready for more, responded to the touch with a subtle, uncontr
ollable push of her hips.
Sierra’s eyes darkened. The race to full-on arousal was well underway. “I was trying to be the good girlfriend and make you breakfast before you got up, but you caught me.” Her fingers moved slowly down the valley between Kara’s thighs until they reached their target, sifting through the soft curls they found there.
“Fuck breakfast,” Kara said with a mix between a growl and a laugh. Her eyes immediately fell to Sierra’s chest, whose shirt clung beautifully over two perfect, full breasts that seemed to appreciate her admiration as they rose to attention. And boy did she love to admire them.
“Doctor! Language!” Sierra laughed at the surprising outburst of profanity, but it quickly transformed into a pleasure filled moan when Kara’s hands slipped under her shirt and took her right breast into her palm, massaging it gently. “I thought…mmm…god…” Words went out the window when a hot mouth covered her sensitive nipple through the soft cotton of her shirt, bringing it to a hardened peak.
“I thought breakfast was the most important meal of the day?” Sierra whispered breathily, rushing to get the words out, but anxious to hear how Kara would respond.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat anything at all,” was Kara’s tongue in cheek answer. “However, what I want to eat doesn’t require the stove to heat it up.”
Last night, Kara had let down her guard and it was all Sierra had wanted. It had truly been an evening to remember. Hopefully, it was the first of many times to come, because this morning Sierra was seeing an entirely different Kara Davies— one reminiscent of the Ducati reveal—which had not only surprised her, but made her aroused beyond belief. Kara was definitely not vanilla and Sierra wondered how far she could push their little game.
She yanked Kara’s tank up over her head and openly admired her lover’s form. Unable to resist the urge to touch, her hands lightly traversed Kara’s sides and along the swell of her breasts, finally settling on her hips. “The doctor does know best.” A seductive grin took shape. “What do you recommend?”
“I should take you two times in the morning and two times before bed,” Kara husked, lunging forward to drag open mouth kisses across Sierra’s collarbone while cupping the bare buttocks that had taunted her from the start. Snaking a hand between Sierra’s thighs, Kara indulged in the slick heat that awaited her. She pulled back with a smile and glanced down, then back up to meet Sierra’s hooded eyes.
“You’re burning up. I recommend you spend the day in bed,” she said, her voice dripping of sex. Her lustful gaze belied her intentions, causing Sierra’s heart to pound, echoing into her ears and pulsing into her throat.
“It’s that bad, huh?” Sierra was quickly falling under the influence of Kara’s touch, but willed herself to stay sober. Wanting to partake in some fun of her own, her hand slid back under the waistband of Kara’s shorts. What greeted her pleased her to no end. She wasn’t the only one hot and ready.
There were no words, only a simple nod before Kara hastily disposed of the one piece of fabric standing between her and Sierra’s naked body. A woman on a mission, Kara went directly to the object of her desire, lavishing both of Sierra’s breasts with her full attention.
She really is a boob girl, was Sierra’s last thought before her knees buckled from the jolt of a hot, wet suck on her nipple.
“Don’t you have other patients to attend to today, Doctor?” she asked between heavy breaths, keeping up their charade.
“Your condition requires my undivided attention.” Kara used her body to press Sierra against the counter and steadied her with the most arousing prop of all time—a thigh between her legs.
A guttural groan fell out and Sierra ground her hips against the firm resistance. She could get used to this Kara, the one that took what she wanted—not that she hadn’t enjoyed any of the other “Karas” she’d had the chance to experience. Sierra was quickly finding she loved being owned by this woman—something she couldn’t say about any of her previous lovers.
The feel of Kara’s hands all over her body, the heat of Kara’s mouth against her skin, the knowledge that this was the only woman who could make her feel so fucking good, spurred her desire to new heights. Her hips worked feverishly to relieve the delicious ache pooling low in her belly, heating her skin, and tingling her toes.
“I think your condition is critical. There’s no time to get to the bedroom.” With a wildfire of desire burning in her eyes, Kara helped Sierra up onto the countertop and pushed her legs open wide. She held Sierra’s gaze as her tongue slowly swept up the length of her dripping folds.
“Oh god!” Sierra screamed, both from the pleasure of Kara’s attention and the sheer intensity in her gaze. A second taste sent Sierra’s eyes rolling as her body fell back against the cabinets. “So good. More please,” she gasped out in pleasure.
Request granted. Two fingers plunged deep inside while a dexterous tongue continued to ravish her, driving Sierra closer and closer to the sweet oblivion she so desperately craved.
Prying her eyes open again, Sierra nearly came at the sight of Kara touching herself. “Holy…” Her words fell away with the soft vibration of Kara moaning against her hypersensitive center. A new need rose from within and she wasn’t shy about making it known. “Come with me, Kara.”
Sierra was close. So close. She refused to be weak this time, forcing her eyes to remain open and locked on her girlfriend, who was stroking herself in time with the rhythm of her tongue and fingers. The paced quickened, thrusts deepened, resulting in a crescendo of passionate cries as their bodies convulsed in the most wonderful of ways.
Sierra collapsed onto Kara’s shoulders. Air was hard to come by, but she managed to rasp out, “That was just what the doctor ordered.”
***
Sierra rolled onto her side and propped her head in her hand, resting her elbow against the mattress. She studied Kara carefully, watching as her girlfriend slid on a pair of worn out jeans and a blue tee shirt with the picture of a spine on the front. When Kara bent over to tie her shoes, Sierra pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. That’s a heavenly sight, but so much better naked.
“Why are you getting dressed? I thought we were staying in today?”
“We are. I’m going to run to the store. I haven’t shopped in a while and after our marathon, we need to rehydrate and refuel. I’ll buy plenty of proteins and electrolytes so we’ll be ready for anything,” Kara spouted. A slight blush crept onto her cheeks when she realized how she sounded.
Sierra noticed and rolled out of bed with a smile. She approached and slowly enveloped her into a warm embrace.
“Any special requests?” Kara asked. As a wickedly seductive laugh rolled out of Sierra and she quickly added, “From the store, I mean.”
“Bummer.” Sierra stumbled backward from the force of a playful shove. With a chuckle, she asked, “How about some whipped cream?” She added the wiggling of her brows for effect.
Kara rolled her eyes and grinned as Sierra kissed her cheek. “Maybe,” she replied as if it were not an option, but the gleam in her eyes gave her away. “I’ll be back shortly. You make yourself at home.”
A grumble accompanied Kara’s release as she headed for the door.
“You’re not going to work, right?”
“Not work, but they do need my signature on something.” Kara’s admission was met with the unmistakable look of disapproval. She trotted back, tugged Sierra flush against her, and hit her with a long, lingering kiss. Pulling back breathless and flustered, she said, “I promise I won’t be long and we can pick back up when I return.”
“Fine.” Sierra used her best pout. “But hurry back. You got me all hot and bothered now and you shouldn’t leave hot things unattended for long.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
After one last, far more innocent kiss, Kara walked out the door, leaving Sierra to her own devices.
Wrapped in Kara’s light green terry cloth robe, she resigned herself to the sofa with coff
ee and television to keep herself entertained. “Crap.” She was supposed to have lunch with Ronni at one. It was noon now and there was no way she was leaving Kara’s apartment—Not after the night and morning they had shared and the possibilities that lay ahead. Plus, she needed a nap.
She grabbed her cell from the table and tapped the screen, quickly getting a ring tone. She couldn’t wait to tell Ronni about last night. A toothy smile split her face as the excitement of her big reveal built.
“Go for The Ron. What up?”
“I’m not going to be able to make it to lunch today.”
“Can I assume everything went well? Did she crack open the door to her heart?”
“Better than that. She blew the doors off that bitch.” Sierra laughed heartily. “God, Ron. She is amazing and still so unbelievably surprising in-”
“La la la la. That’s enough. I don’t need to know the mating ritual of nerds. So, why are you on the phone with me then? Shouldn’t you still be…ya know?”
“She ran to the store, something about refueling…anyway, let me just say that you can never call her vanilla again.” Sierra snickered.
“TMI! You stay put like a good little girl, Sierra, till mama gets home. You are so whipped.” Ronni snorted with laughter. “Anywho…I’m going to ask Blake to join me then, since you’re bailing.”
“Ohhh, Blake. When are you guys finally going to quit playing games and get on with it? I know you’re into each another. It’s almost exhausting at this point.” That was a fact. The way they were always hanging all over one another, but repeatedly denied interest, was really getting old.
“Shut it! I’m not the one who’s whipped already. Where’s my ‘nobody’s the boss of me’ best friend?”
An evil grin appeared. Sierra knew exactly what would end the teasing. “Hey. I don’t have a problem with whips, but I’m not sure it’s Kara’s thing.”
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