Veritas

by Duncan, MJ

  A low groan rumbled in the back of Lauren’s throat as Grey’s lips descended on her own with an urgency that made her eyes roll back in her head. The kiss grew deeper as they stumbled toward the bed, hands roaming with heavy purpose over smooth skin and gentle curves. Shorts and underwear were removed and kicked unthinkingly aside as they shuffled across the small space, and they were completely naked by the time they reached into bed.

  Grey smiled against Lauren’s lips as she crawled onto the bed after her. She kissed Lauren firmly, using that connection to guide the redhead down onto her back, and settled her hips between Lauren’s open thighs. She shivered at the feeling of blunt nails scraping down her back, and groaned when Lauren’s hands latched onto her ass and tugged at her. Warm, slick arousal painted a stripe down her lower stomach as she thrust her hips forward, and she groaned as she tore her mouth away from Lauren’s to blaze a fiery trail of kisses over her jaw to the sweet spot on her neck. She sucked a deep breath in through her nose, inhaling the unique blend of vanilla-scented shampoo and Coppertone that she would forever associate with Lauren, and brushed the lightest of kisses over the sensitive hollow.

  Lauren turned her head to the side as Grey began licking, sucking, and nipping at her throat in earnest. Every rough scrape of teeth over her skin was like an electric shock to her system, making her pulse speed and her clit jump. She tightened her hold on Grey’s ass as the brunette began rocking into her, hips rotating in a slow grind as nimble fingers skated down her side and over her hip. She bit her lip to try and muffle the moan that escaped her when Grey’s fingers brushed over her clit, lightly at first before settling into a series of slow, heavy circles that made her hips buck. “Grey, please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in a desperate attempt to force Grey’s hand lower.

  Soft heat surrounded Grey as she thrust into Lauren, and she sighed as she lifted her head from the sweet curve of Lauren’s neck to look into her eyes as she finished that first thrust with a light tap of the heel of her hand against the redhead’s clit. “Better?” she asked, arching a brow playfully as she pulled out slowly, letting her fingertips drag over hidden ridges that made Lauren twitch.

  Lauren shook her head. Later, they would have time to play, but she was already wound so tight that she did not have the patience for it. “God, Wells, just fuck me already,” Lauren groaned, rocking herself against Grey’s fingers.

  “Christ,” Grey breathed, her eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments before she used her hips to drive herself forward. Her palm slapped wetly between Lauren’s legs as she finished the thrust, and she was honestly not sure which of them moaned louder at the contact.

  It did not take them long at all to find a rhythm, their bodies rocking together with a fluidity and ease that belied the fact that this was their first time together. Lauren fisted her hands around the pillow beneath her head as she lifted her hips to receive each of Grey’s thrusts, drawing her in as deep as she possibly could. The feeling of Grey’s nipples dragging over her skin drove Lauren higher, stoking the white-hot heat that was beginning to build low in her hips, and she was only vaguely aware of the sounds she was making as she was swept away by her pleasure.

  The litany of words that spilled from Lauren’s lips, pleading and profane, all wrapped erotically around her name, spurred Grey onward. Ignoring the burning in her forearm, she drove herself forward again and again, harder, faster, deeper. She wanted nothing more than to watch Lauren come undone, to hear the sweet sound of her release, to feel her tremble and shake with the force of her climax. And then, with one last long, hard grind of her hand, Lauren came with a scream that was so intense that Grey gasped as a smaller orgasm swept through her in response.

  Lauren moaned as the hand between her legs gentled, Grey’s thrusts becoming coaxing rather than demanding, as she rode out her release. Her throttling grip on the pillow relaxed as the last wracking spasm left her feeling boneless and blissfully sated, and she smiled as she reached up to run a soft hand over Grey’s jaw. She used that hold to guide Grey’s lips to her own, and her stomach fluttered at the tenderness in Grey’s kiss.

  “You are beautiful,” Grey whispered, a small smile quirking her lips as she nuzzled Lauren’s cheek.

  “Thank you,” Lauren breathed, her heart thudding heavily at the earnestness in Grey’s tone. She sighed and recaptured Grey’s lips in a kiss that was slow and sweet, letting that touch convey how much she appreciated the compliment, and smiled when the need for a proper breath drove them apart. Lauren held Grey’s gaze captive as she trailed her hand down the slope of the brunette’s neck to her chest, and her smile widened at the way Grey’s eyes fluttered shut when she gave her nipple a light pinch. “Let me have you.”

  Grey nodded and rolled with Lauren’s twisting hips, stroking her hands over Lauren’s sides as she settled back against the pillows. Lauren’s lips were on hers almost immediately, and she moaned softly when the kiss finally broke and Lauren began moving lower, peppering her throat with kisses and nips that made her eyes roll back in her head. She continued to run her hands over Lauren’s sides as the redhead moved lower, dull teeth dragging over her collarbone, and she could not contain the whimper that escaped her when Lauren’s hungry mouth dropped to her chest.

  Lauren covered Grey’s left breast with her hand as she sucked and tongued the right, bringing both of Grey’s nipples to hard, tight points before switching sides and beginning the whole process over again. She looked up into Grey’s eyes as she dragged the flat of her tongue over her nipple, letting it strain against the touch before bouncing back into place, and her breath caught at the desire burning in Grey’s eyes. She pressed a quick kiss to the nipple she had been teasing before she slid lower, her gaze locked onto Grey’s as she laid a wet, heavy kiss to her stomach. “Is this okay?” she asked, her meaning clear as she moved lower, running the tip of her tongue over the ridges of Grey’s abdomen.

  “Yes.” Grey dropped her head back to the mattress and rolled her body beseechingly up toward Lauren.

  “Good.” Lauren smiled and flicking the tip of her tongue over Grey’s belly button. She moved lower, lips dragging lightly over smooth skin, teeth scraping over a protruding hip bone. She laid a string of slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses to the line where Grey’s leg and torso met, and she hummed softly as the musky scent of Grey’s arousal flooded her senses. She kissed her way lower, wrapping her arms around Grey’s legs as she settled between her thighs.

  Grey groaned at the feeling of Lauren’s tongue swiping lightly through her, spreading her open before sliding in a slow circuit around her clit.

  Emboldened by Grey’s reaction, Lauren tightened her hold around Grey’s legs and pulled herself in closer. She sucked Grey’s clit between her lips and teased the swollen bundle with the tip of her tongue, flicking and tapping against it, loving the way Grey’s hips rocked against her mouth.

  Grey fisted her hands in the sheets as Lauren’s tongue was suddenly everywhere, tasting, touching, teasing every inch of her. A strangled moan escaped her at the feeling of Lauren’s tongue thrusting inside her, once, twice, three times, just enough to make her need more before sweeping higher to lap heavily at her clit. She gasped as the firmer touch made lights flash behind her eyes and rolled her hips away from Lauren’s mouth. The loss of sensation was just as shocking as having too much, however, and she rocked her hips back up in a blind search for more.

  In what seemed like no time at all, Grey felt the familiar warmth of release spreading down her thighs and up into her chest, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she came undone with a scream that would have otherwise certainly carried beyond her cabin. Her head spun with the force of her orgasm, and she reached down blindly with her other hand to grab onto Lauren’s, needing to feel anchored as pleasure coursed through her. Her heart raced even as her orgasm eased, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she welcomed the weight of Lauren’s body atop her own. She moaned at the taste of herself on Lauren’s to
ngue as they kissed, and sighed when she opened her eyes to find Lauren smiling at her. “Hmm?”

  “Nothing,” Lauren murmured as she nuzzled Grey’s cheek with her nose. She stroked her right hand over Grey’s stomach, idly tracing the ridges of her abdominals, enjoying the way they bunched and twitched under her touch. Grey was lax beneath her, and she hummed softly as she dipped her hand between Grey’s legs to play in the wetness that was still pooled there.

  “Oh god,” Grey moaned, her eyes fluttering shut again as her leg rolled automatically to the side.

  “Close. Lauren,” Lauren teased, smirking as she flicked her tongue over the shell of Grey’s ear. She sighed as swollen lips wrapped invitingly around her fingers, and she eased her hand lower, wanting nothing more than to see how many times she could make Grey come before the brunette begged her to stop.

  Chapter 24

  Grey woke up well before dawn the next morning, her internal clock jolting her from sleep in spite of the fact that she had dropped off only a few hours earlier. She stretched carefully, pointing her toes and extending her legs beneath the sheet that was bunched at her waist, mindful of the sleeping woman beside her. The light in her bathroom was still on, casting enough light into the cabin to see everything clearly without being disruptive, and Grey took advantage of it as she turned onto her side to look at Lauren.

  Lauren was lying on her stomach with her arms folded up over her head, and there was the softest of smiles playing at her lips. Her hair was splayed in wild tangles over her shoulders, and the sheet that covered them both was bunched low enough that the little dimples at the small of her back were visible. She looked relaxed, sated, and oh-so-beautiful, and Grey’s fingers twitched with the need to reach out and touch, to draw familiar shapes amongst the smattering of pale freckles that dusted Lauren’s pale skin.

  She needs to sleep, Grey told herself, fisting her hand under her chin to keep from reaching out for Lauren.

  Her eyes swept slowly over Lauren’s body, running in slow circuits from her closed eyes, past her smiling lips and down over her shoulder, along the long, gentle curve of her back to the sheet that blocked the rest of what she wanted to see from her view, and then back again. Up and down, tracing and re-tracing those same curves, committing every detail to memory. Her body throbbed with the need to feel Lauren again, to touch that soft skin with her fingers, and to taste it against lips. After a few minutes of such longing perusal, her fingers reached for Lauren without her conscious approval, daring to lightly trace the gentle curve of her shoulder.

  Her heart skipped a beat when Lauren hummed quietly at the touch, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the soft swell of muscle she had just been caressing. She lingered in the kiss, her tongue peeking out to graze over skin that tasted like sweat and sex, and her eyes fluttered closed as she moved her lips a few centimeters to the right and kissed her again. And again.

  And again.

  She shifted, balancing her weight on her left elbow as she reached over Lauren to brace her right hand on the redhead’s other side, and ghosted her lips around the edge of a shoulder blade. She held herself above Lauren as she feathered kisses across the span of her upper back. Lauren shifted beneath her, spreading her legs wider, her sleeping body unconsciously reacting to Grey’s soft, barely-there kisses. Grey smiled and carefully maneuvered herself between Lauren’s legs, shoving the sheet that had been covering them down to their feet as she began laying an unhurried line of kisses down Lauren’s spine. Her goal was not to awaken, or even to arouse, she just selfishly wanted this moment to enjoy the feeling of happiness that filled her.

  Lauren stirred as she reached the curve of her lower back, the most adorable little mewl escaping her as she gave a small stretch, and Grey smiled as she dragged her lips lower so that she was able to lick the dimples above Lauren’s ass. “Good morning.”

  Lauren smiled at the feeling of Grey’s breath against her skin and relaxed into the mattress. “Morning,” she replied sleepily.

  “Is this okay?” Grey whispered, laying another lingering kiss to the soft skin in front of her.

  “Mmm. Yeah,” Lauren hummed, her eyes drifting shut when Grey moved lower, warm lips and a hot tongue grazing over her ass. She drifted along the line between sleep and true wakefulness as Grey’s mouth moved slowly over her backside, enjoying the tender press of Grey’s lips against her skin. Every kiss was both relaxing and arousing, and Lauren sighed when Grey’s tongue painted a languid stripe over the line where ass and thigh met to flutter for the briefest of moments between her legs. She rolled her right leg out wider, her hips canting up off the bed in a quiet plea for more, and moaned when Grey’s tongue swept deliberately over her clit and up through the length of her.

  Grey looked up toward Lauren’s face as she dragged her tongue through damp folds one more time before she finished the lick with a wet kiss to Lauren’s left cheek. She smiled at the way the muscle flexed beneath her lips, and captured it playfully between her teeth. “You’re not falling asleep on me up there, are you?” she teased, her voice light as she took the pinked skin she had just bitten into her mouth and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Totally,” Lauren drawled, smirking as she picked her head up and looked over her shoulder at Grey. There was a softness in Grey’s eyes that made her heart swoop up into her throat, a hint of something far more serious than the casual nature of their relationship warranted, but she forced those thoughts aside as she watched Grey crawl back up over her, the brunette’s tongue drawing a thin line up her side. The feeling of Grey’s breasts dragging over her skin sent pleasant shivers rolling through her, and she groaned when Grey’s lips finally reached her own. The kiss was as achingly gentle and unhurried, and Lauren sighed when it eventually broke. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” Grey murmured, dropping her mouth to Lauren’s shoulder as she ran her right hand down the redhead’s side and slipped it between her and the bed. She nipped at the skin beneath her lips as she eased her hand lower to rub a lazy circle over Lauren’s clit. “Okay?”

  “Fucking perfect,” Lauren sighed, lifting her ass up into Grey and giving the hand between her legs a little more room. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Grey’s fingers dipping lower and then sliding wetly over her, and a low moan rumbled in her throat when Grey’s body curved around her own, hips pushing into her ass as full breasts pressed against her back.

  The flexing of Lauren’s fingers against the sheet drew Grey’s attention, and she covered Lauren’s left hand with her own. She kissed Lauren as she threaded their fingers together, the simple hold and the feeling of their bodies fitted together ratcheting up the unexpected intimacy of the moment as Grey’s continued to rub lazy circles over swollen nerves.

  They rocked together at an easy pace, their joined hands pressing into the sheets, fingers curling together and then relaxing as they traded wet, languid kisses, both of them more than content to let things build slowly. To bask in the softness of each touch, and to revel in the feeling of warm, smooth skin.

  Lauren turned her head into the pillow and groaned when she felt her orgasm begin to crest, and she cried out softly as she crashed gently over her. It was as close to perfection as it was possible for the moment to be, and she let out a shuddering breath when she collapsed to the bed.

  The smile tugging at Lauren’s lips told Grey everything she needed to know as she draped herself over Lauren’s back, and she grinned as she pressed a lingering kiss to Lauren’s cheek. “Good morning,” she murmured playfully.

  “I’ll say.” Lauren tried to roll over, and laughed when Grey refused to budge, somehow managing to become even more of a dead weight against her back. “Are you not going to let me return the favor?”

  Grey shrugged and buried her face in Lauren’s hair. “Dunno.” She thrust her hips into Lauren’s ass and added, “I’m comfy.”

  “You’re adorable,” Lauren countered, squeezing the fingers that were still interlaced with her own. She laug
hed at the playful raspberry Grey blew at her, and sighed when her eyes landed on the alarm clock nestled into one of the alcoves just above her head. She was going to have to get up soon to start breakfast.

  “What was that sigh for?” Grey asked, sweeping Lauren’s hair aside to suck on her earlobe.

  “It’s getting late,” Lauren said, her voice tinged with annoyed acceptance. No matter how much she would rather spend the day in bed, there were three loud little boys who would be expecting food soon.

  Grey cracked an eye open to look at the glowing orange numbers on her alarm clock, and groaned as she snuggled into Lauren. “Can’t they just have cereal or something today?”

  “I wish.” Lauren rocked her butt up into Grey. “Let me roll over.”

  “Fine,” Grey grumbled dramatically, like doing so was an incredible inconvenience, and pushed herself up enough to allow Lauren to turn onto her back. The maneuver ended with her straddling Lauren’s hips, and she waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she leaned in and kissed her.

  Lauren wrapped her left hand around the back of Grey’s neck, holding her close as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. She slipped her right hand down between Grey’s legs, and rested the back of her wrist against her stomach as she stroked through the length of her. Lauren smiled at the way Grey moaned and curled into her, hips pressing down as her back arched up in pleasure. “What would you like?”

  Grey leaned her forehead against Lauren’s as she ground herself against the redhead’s hand. “I just want you to touch me.”

  “I can do that,” Lauren murmured. She cupped Grey more fully, pressing her middle finger between swollen lips, and began rubbing her in a languorous massage. “Good?”

  “Amazing,” Grey breathed, dropping to her forearms.