by Ronica Black
She held my hand and pressed her lips to my palm. I answered by kissing her lips and cupping her ass.
She moaned and laughed softy as we pulled apart.
“Can I see you again?” I asked, at that moment wanting nothing more.
“You don’t even have to ask. I meant what I said.”
“That wasn’t just the heat of passion?”
She grinned and slid her hand down the front of my jeans. I gasped when she found my flesh.
“Oh no. That was a promise.” She removed her hand and licked her lips. Then she kissed me one last time and headed for the door.
“Only next time,” she said, “you owe me a private dance.”
E is for Everlasting
Chandler Brogan awoke in the dark to the phone ringing. Groaning, she stuck her hand out from beneath the covers and searched for the receiver.
“Hello?” She barely sounded human.
“Hi.”
Chandler opened her eyes and pushed herself into a sitting position.
“Hi.”
“Come to the door.”
Chandler switched on the lamp and rubbed her sleepy face as she stood. She knew that voice, would know it anywhere.
“Okay.” Her heart rate kicked up considerably as she blinked her eyes and crossed the room. The floor felt cool against her feet and she kept the phone snug to her ear, her way of ensuring that the connection was real and not a dream.
Reaching the front door, she flipped on the porch light and looked through the peephole, a habit she found herself doing despite knowing who exactly was at the door. It wasn’t just because Michael, the ex-husband of her friend and colleague, had tried to kill her. It was because she was awakening nights to the sound of the doorbell, and she wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality. Whatever it was, dream or not, the front porch was always bare by the time she reached the door.
Pushing her concern to the back of her mind, she noted the familiar figure beyond the door and turned the lock. Her insides leaped beyond wakefulness as she pulled it open.
There, in the weak halo of light, stood Sarah Monroe in worn jeans, boots, and a faded denim shirt. The deep dark of night outlined her form, seemingly tempting her to take a step back so it could swallow her whole. Fucking gorgeous didn’t even come close to describing her at that moment.
“Hi,” Chandler whispered.
Sarah smiled. “Hi.”
It had been three long days since Chandler had seen her, and the vision of her standing there at her front door with wet black hair as dark as the night and cool blue eyes as pale as her shirt was beyond anything dreamlike. She nearly pinched herself.
“You’re here,” she said, lost for words.
“Yes.” Sarah took a step forward and leaned on the doorjamb. She smelled of Pert shampoo, and Chandler knew she’d just finished her shift at the Department of Public Safety and had most likely showered there in the locker room. Lately, she smelled of Pert and Irish Spring when she finished a shift. Chandler couldn’t yet smell the soap, but her nerve endings were jumping for the opportunity.
“Tomorrow evening seemed way too far away,” Sarah said, her eyes sweeping Chandler up and down, taking in her tight gray tank and blue plaid flannel pajama bottoms. “I’ve missed you.”
Chandler reached out for her hand and gently pulled her inside. “I’ve missed you too.” They’d both been busy with work and Sarah had been working nights, helping out her understaffed department.
The overtime showed itself in the shadows under her eyes. Chandler wanted to smudge the darkness away with her thumb as she watched her close and lock the door.
“Are you hungry?” They walked further into the house and Chandler stopped at the kitchen. Her cat Mitote flicked his tail lazily from his position on the back of the couch. He extended his chin eagerly as Sarah reached out to give him a scratch.
“No.”
“Thirsty?”
Sarah looked her up and down again, this time amorously. “No.”
Chandler felt her skin tingle, as if Sarah had already stroked her.
“You sure?”
Sarah held her eyes and stepped closer to her quickly, pushing her against the wall in the entrance to the hallway. She pressed her palm into her chest and stared at her lips for a long moment before looking again into her eyes.
“I think you know what it is I want, what I need. And it is far more demanding and insistent than the need for food or water.”
Sarah’s intense passion was something she was just starting to get used to. And she was loving every minute of it.
“It is?” Chandler whispered, lost in the flaming yellow circles that surrounded the pupils in Sarah’s eyes. Sarah always left her speechless. And breathless.
“Yes,” Sarah said on a quick breath just before she took her lips with her own.
Chandler moaned slightly and tangled her hand in her hair. The chill of her damp hair contrasted sharply with her impossibly soft and achingly warm lips. Her seeking tongue tasted of cinnamon, just like the gum she sometimes chewed while doing paperwork at the department.
Chandler relished knowing these small personal habits and she pulled her closer, unable to ever get enough. From the first moment she’d seen her nearly a year ago, walking up to her in her khaki uniform and citing her for excessive speed, to pushing her against the wall and awakening her innermost desires, none of it was ever enough.
“Mmm, oh God,” Sarah said, pulling away. “I can’t believe how much I’ve missed you.”
“Me neither.” Chandler stroked her strong jaw. She saw the want and need staining her cheeks. She felt the strength of her tight, muscular body, saw it deep in her eyes, eclipsed by something more hidden but ever present. Vulnerability.
“Come here.” Chandler led them to the bedroom and turned to undress Sarah slowly, starting with the long-sleeved denim work shirt.
“I love the way your eyes shine when you wear this,” Chandler said, moving her fingers down button by button.
“I love the way you look at me when you tell me you love me,” Sarah said.
Chandler smiled. “I love you.”
Sarah touched her cheek. “I know. I love you too.” She pulled the shirt from her arms and watched as Chandler undid her jeans and led her to the bed. When she sat, Chandler pulled off her boots and socks and then helped her out of her jeans. She was on her way to extinguish the lamp when Sarah stopped her and stood.
“Wait.”
Chandler looked at her, standing still next to the bed.
“What is it?” Sarah looked so serious all of a sudden, standing there in her white bra and white boy-style briefs. She walked over to Chandler and took her hand.
“I want the light on,” she said.
Chandler thought it might be another request to help deal with all the abuse she’d suffered at the evil hands of a family friend. But when Sarah looked into her eyes and Chandler saw the flash of desire’s flame, she knew it had nothing to do with him.
“I’m ready,” Sarah whispered. “For it.”
Chandler understood at once and her heart somersaulted in her chest. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure. I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s about to drive me insane.”
“Okay.”
Sarah had come a long way and now she was ready to climb over that last obstacle, the one that promised the ultimate intimacy, if she could just hurdle over the past and get some leverage.
“But I want the light on. And I want you close to me, as close as you can get.”
They had discussed this many times before. And Chandler knew exactly what it was she needed and how. Sarah wanted her close, but she didn’t want her looking at her face. She needed to feel this on her own and decide for herself how it felt and what it meant.
“Okay.” Chandler kissed her softly. “Whatever you need.” She placed small kisses on her neck and firm shoulders. “You just tell me.”
Sarah smiled and he
r eyes were close to tears. “I want to see you.” She peeled Chandler’s tank top over her head and then ran her fingertips over her breasts and down to her abdomen where her fresh red scar slashed over her skin. “I still hate the thought of this,” Sarah said.
“We all have our scars,” Chandler said. “Some just show better than others. This one.” She touched her stomach. “It’s only skin deep.”
“I wish mine were,” Sarah said.
“They will get better. Give them time,” Chandler said, meaning it.
Sarah slid her hands slowly downward and tugged Chandler’s pajama bottoms and panties down her legs and off her feet. Then, standing very still, she allowed Chandler to help her out of her bra and her boy briefs and they both stood there nude, staring into one another’s eyes.
“I’m ready,” Sarah said, reaching out to cup her breast, rubbing her thumb over the nipple. “I’m so ready.”
Chandler sighed and she felt her eyes widen in desire. Hurriedly, she shoved the pillows against the headboard and pulled back on the sheets. “Sit down with your back to the pillows,” she instructed, rifling through her nightstand drawer. Finding the black leather harness, she dug further and retrieved two phalluses, one black, one white. Holding the black one, she anchored it to the harness and then swung it around backward and secured the buckles.
Sarah watched her closely as the phallus hung from Chandler’s backside.
“Trust me,” Chandler said with a small grin. Then she handed over a tube of lube and turned around until she felt the mattress against the backs of her thighs. “Go ahead,” she said.
She heard Sarah move and she felt the phallus being tugged on as she covered it in lube. She couldn’t see it, but the thought and feel of it alone sent pings directly between her legs.
“Are you finished?” Suddenly she could barely seem to control herself. She wanted to turn the harness around and mount Sarah quickly, shoving the cock deep inside…
“Yes,” Sarah said.
Chandler put the tube on the nightstand and stilled her trembling hand. “Do you like it? The cock? I bought it with you in mind.” It was a smaller-sized phallus than the white one.
“Yes,” Sarah said again.
Chandler looked at her over her shoulder. She swallowed. “Okay, now sit back and spread your legs.”
Sarah hesitated only a second and then did so. Chandler crawled on and sat in front of her, with her back to Sarah, scooting back to between her legs. When she got close she instructed Sarah to grab hold of the cock.
“Now, as I move back, guide it into yourself, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Take your time. Don’t force it.”
Chandler heard her breathing, clipped and ragged. “Oh. Kay.”
Chandler backed up some more and placed her hands on Sarah’s thighs. She felt her hard muscles contract and watched as her heels dug into the bed.
“Take your time, baby. We have all the time in the world.”
She stroked her thighs, running her fingers down to her knees and back up again.
“Mo—re,” Sarah said and Chandler pushed back a bit more. She could feel her hot breath on her shoulder, feel her cool breasts touching her back. Then she heard another quick inhale and exhale and Sarah grabbed her, hugging her arms around Chandler’s chest and yanking her back.
“Sa—rah,” Chandler rasped, surprised. But Sarah let out a long groan, low and deep and then Chandler felt her hot mouth bite into her neck.
“Sa—rah,” she said again, caught up quickly in her passion as she hugged Chandler tight and cinched her legs around her.
“Ah, ah, Chandler,” Sarah said, her calves flexing and her toes curling. She bit Chandler again and then hurriedly rubbed her hands over her breasts to capture her nipples.
“Are you okay?” The question was dumb, Chandler knew, but she was struggling to catch up and she wanted to make sure.
“Yes, ah God, yes.” Sarah moved against her, trying to fuck the cock. “What, what now?” Sarah asked. She had told Chandler exactly what she wanted, and Chandler had planned out this position on her own, specifically for this occasion. Sarah was climbing the obstacle quickly, seeking the next step.
“Does it hurt?” Despite Sarah’s excitement, Chandler wanted to be careful.
“A little. But it—it feels good more than it hurts.”
“Okay,” Chandler said. She leaned back against her, loving how her breasts and abdomen had heated and now felt warm against her skin. Chandler opened her legs, placing them over Sarah’s. Then she grabbed the white phallus and said, “I’m going to put this in me now.”
“Yes,” Sarah encouraged. “Please do.”
Chandler pushed it up and in and she closed her eyes briefly at the feel of it. Then she began fucking herself softly. “Touch me now,” she said, guiding Sarah’s hand. “Touch me while we fuck.”
Sarah groaned as her fingers found Chandler’s wet, slick flesh. She encased her clit and stroked her up and down and then all around.
“God, yes,” Chandler said, the pleasure mounting quickly. Sarah’s fingers played her expertly, long and nimble, holding her clit prisoner, moving it whichever way she demanded.
“You’re fucking me,” Sarah whispered in her. “Oh God, you’re fucking me.” They moved into a rhythm, Chandler pushing backward and Sarah thrusting her hips forward.
“Yes, I am. I’m fucking you, baby. And I’m fucking myself too. Look.” Chandler pointed at the standing mirror positioned in the corner of the room.
“Uh,” Sarah moaned. “I see us. I see you.” She quickened her hand on Chandler’s clit and pinched her nipple harder. Chandler cried out and arched back into her.
“Oh, Sarah. Jesus Christ, yes.”
In a frenzy, Sarah stopped, lifting her hand to lick her fingers. She groaned and told Chandler how good she tasted and then put the fingers to her mouth so she could see for herself. With both cocks still fucking, Chandler stuck out her tongue and then took Sarah’s two fingers into her mouth and sucked.
“Fuck, Chan. Ah fuck.”
Chandler bobbed her head back and forth, sucking her hard. Sarah bucked into her harder, legs squeezing in on Chandler while Chandler’s own heels dug deep into the mattress. Sarah’s leg muscles strained along with her voice and Chandler released her fingers, knowing she was close.
They found her flesh at once and resumed their magical travels, framing her reddened clit and then rubbing all around it in quick circular motions. The sensation sent Chandler catapulting toward climax and she shoved her cock in further and faster, completely caught up in the large fire she and Sarah were creating.
“Yes, Sarah. Please, baby, yes, come with me.”
Sarah’s groans turned to grunts and her eyes bored into the mirror, staring into Chandler’s soul.
“Chan—Chan.” Her muscles tightened, her toes curled so tight they whitened from lack of blood flow. Her hand moved from Chandler’s breast to cinch her tighter across the chest.
“Chan I—it—Chan.”
“It’s okay, Sarah. Let it go. Let it feel good.”
“It does—it feels—I feel full.”
“I’m feeling the same thing. The very same thing.”
“Oh God. Chan—Chan—you feel it?”
Chan quickened her own fucking. “Yes, I do. Can you see me?”
“Ye—yes.”
“Do you see my cock? See it fucking me?”
“Yes. Ah yes.”
“I’m pretending it’s you. Wishing it was you inside me.”
“Ah, Chan—oh God.”
“That’s it, baby. I’m coming too. Come with me.”
“Chan—”
Chandler saw her eyes clench shut in the mirror. She felt her jerk and tense. And then she watched her come.
The noise was unlike anything Chandler had ever heard before. It was deep and dark and animal, primal right down to the marrow in her bones. It came up from Sarah for a long, long while, her body taut, holding
to Chandler desperately, clutching her, ensuring that the pleasure would not escape.
The sound of it alone sent Chandler spinning into her own orgasm, her flesh screaming for Sarah’s fingers, bearing down on the white cock in her hand. She thrust her head back and called out riding on the tail end of Sarah’s and then laughing in ecstasy as Sarah bit down into the flesh of her shoulder once again.
“Oh, Sarah. Oh God, Sarah.” She just couldn’t stop saying her name. She just couldn’t stop coming. Knowing that Sarah had come, had let love in and let the pain go. Knowing that she’d trusted her enough to help her…the love alone…all of it hit her and forced every last nerve ending wide open. Her hand flew to Sarah’s and she pressed against it, rubbing madly at her own flesh. “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.” She rubbed until the fireworks turned to sparks and her body jerked as each one extinguished for good.
“Fuck, yeah,” she said, her body going slack against Sarah’s. The white cock eased out of her, her muscles insisting.
“Mmm.” Sarah hugged her tight and then released, her legs resting along the outside of Chandler’s.
“I don’t know about you, but, Jesus Christ, that was good.”
Sarah nibbled on her ear. “You have no idea, Dr. Brogan.”
Chandler kissed her hands and then pulled away slowly. Sarah sighed as the cock eased out of her. Facing her, Chandler sat on her knees and held her face. She searched her eyes, making sure she was okay.
“It was good?”
Sarah nodded and kissed her palm. “Oh, yeah.”
Instantly, as quick as an orgasm comes and goes, Chandler wanted more. She envisioned herself atop her, thrusting into her beneath the covers, Sarah’s hands clawing at her back and her legs wrapped around her waist.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, knowing she was thinking something.
“What’s going on in there?”
Chandler grinned and her thumbs brushed at the diminishing shadows underneath her eyes.
“I want to take you again. Make love to you properly. Kiss your lips while you cry out in pleasure.”
Sarah blinked slowly. Her lips started to move but stopped. “Soon, okay?”