by Radclyffe
“Yes, I was going to ask you about that. I never posed for you.”
“You don’t have to.” Morgan led her away from the huge painting of Erin’s eyes. “I know every inch of your body, Erin. Every freckle and beauty spot.” She trailed her finger over Erin’s shoulder and down her arm. “I know every angle, plane, and curve of your body better than I know my own.”
Erin pulled in a deep breath, trying to maintain her focus, but the air was heavy with the scent of Morgan’s cologne. Cinnamon, citrus, and a hint of sandalwood played at the edge of her senses and drove her passion higher.
Morgan laughed. “If you keep looking at me like that, everyone’s going to know who my model is, baby.”
Erin looked down at the program and tried to focus enough to read the cover of the booklet: Beauty is in the heart of the beholder. She frowned. “Shouldn’t it be ‘in the eye of the beholder’?”
“Nope. This is a quote from H. G. Wells. One I like better.”
“Why?”
“Many reasons. As an artist, so much emphasis is placed on the aesthetical beauty, and the same is true in society, in the media, and pretty much everywhere we look. But to me the fact that you are a beautiful woman isn’t what makes you so beautiful to me. It really doesn’t matter. You would be beautiful to me no matter how you looked. In my heart you are the most beautiful woman I have ever or will ever see. Because I love you. And true beauty is seen with the heart, not the eye.” She placed a gentle kiss behind Erin’s ear and whispered, “And my heart sees only you.”
Erin gasped as her heart thundered in her chest. “How much longer do you need to stay?”
“This is my opening night, baby. I can’t leave.”
Erin closed her eyes, knowing Morgan was right, but her body and her heart ached for her lover’s touch. “I’ve looked at every painting you have out there. Every brushstroke was put on that paper like you were painting it on my skin.” Morgan wrapped an arm about her waist and rested her chin on Erin’s shoulder. “Every time someone points to a section, it draws my attention and I feel…” Her voice cracked as she covered Morgan’s hands with her own. “I feel like you’ve been touching me all night long.”
“I know.” Morgan shifted and placed a row of kisses along her shoulder. “Every time I looked at you I could see how flushed your skin was. How hard your nipples were, how your chest heaved when you breathed.” Morgan led her out of the main room and across the marble foyer.
Erin’s heels clicked on the hard stone floor and echoed up to the vaulted ceilings. She didn’t register where they were going until Morgan closed the door behind them and sealed them in the dark room.
“I need to kiss you,” Morgan said.
Erin tilted her face up, offering herself without question. Morgan’s lips were soft but insistent, her tongue a teasing probe flicking across Erin’s lips before seeking entrance to her mouth. She groaned in satisfaction when Morgan finally claimed her mouth, pressed her back against a wall, and cupped her face in her hands. Erin pulled Morgan’s shirt from her pants and ran her fingernails the length of Morgan’s back, loving the way she arched into her touch. She pushed her jacket off her shoulders, not caring where it landed, and threaded her fingers through Morgan’s shaggy dark hair.
Morgan wrenched her mouth from Erin’s and grinned when she moaned at the loss of contact. “Your dress will get all wrinkled if we don’t stop.”
“I don’t care.” Erin tried to pull Morgan’s head back for another kiss.
“You will when we have to go back out there and face them all.”
Erin knew she was right, but she still couldn’t bring herself to care. She ached to explore every inch of Morgan’s body just as her skin craved Morgan’s hands and lips. Disappointment cut through her when Morgan eased her body away, and she closed her eyes in a weak attempt at controlling the desire that was raging through her.
“Turn around.” Morgan whispered the words in the dark room.
Erin swallowed, her throat suddenly dry at the commanding tone in Morgan’s voice. Her knees almost buckled as she turned within the circle of Morgan’s arms. Morgan ran a fingertip down the length of each arm, grasped her wrists and placed her hands against the wall on either side of her head. She pressed a tender kiss against Erin’s cheek.
“Don’t move them.”
Erin gasped as Morgan nipped at her earlobe and released the catch behind her neck.
“Someone might come in.”
“Someone might.” Morgan’s hands froze, but her lips nibbled the edge of Erin’s ear. “Do you want me to stop?” Her tongue was hot, flicking at her earlobe.
Did she? Her heart beat a riotous tattoo in her chest resonating in her ears; her skin tingled and pulsed everywhere Morgan had touched, and ached to be touched everywhere she hadn’t. Her mouth watered, needing to taste Morgan’s skin, her lips, her desire, and she knew there was no way she could stop now. “No.”
Morgan trailed kisses down her back as she lowered the dress and helped Erin step out of it. The wall was cold against Erin’s naked breasts as she leaned against it in only her panties.
“So beautiful.”
“It’s too dark to see, Morgan.”
“I can see you.” Morgan’s lips found the back of her knee, her fingers running up the outsides of her thighs as she kissed, licked, and nipped her way back up Erin’s body. “I can always see you.”
Morgan covered her hands and entwined their fingers, slowly lowering them to Erin’s body. “Touch yourself. Slowly.” She bit lightly at the junction of Erin’s neck and shoulder. “Show me how you want me to love you tonight.” She eased them away from the wall far enough for Erin to be able to move freely. “Show me how you want me to take you.”
Erin groaned and bit her lips as she changed the position of their hands, putting Morgan’s directly on her skin and twining their fingers again. She led Morgan’s hands in a slow dance over her belly, up her sides, around the outsides of her breasts, and across her chest. Her nipples hardened at the inadvertent contact of Morgan’s forearms, and she couldn’t wait any longer. Her nipples turned stone hard under their fingers, and she tried to press her breasts farther into their joined hands even as she longed for the teasing to continue. She felt Morgan smile against her neck.
“You can’t make up your mind, can you, baby?” Morgan pinched both nipples simultaneously and Erin felt it in her clit. She thrust her hips forward, desperate for some sort of pressure between her legs, but there was nothing but air. “You can’t decide if you want to come yet or not.” Morgan pinched again and Erin’s sex throbbed in time with her heartbeat, her clit heavy and hard.
“Please.” Erin tried to push Morgan’s hands down her belly. “Please, baby.” A plea, a prayer, a benediction, Erin didn’t know and she didn’t care if it resulted in her release.
“Not yet.”
Erin felt the last of her reason desert her as Morgan turned her back against the wall and dropped to her knees. She pressed her face against the lace panties and hooked her fingers around the thin band of elastic. “Very pretty, baby, but they have to go.”
She felt wanton in a way that only turned her on more, standing before her lover in nothing but her high heels and lace stockings. Her thighs trembled as she glanced down.
“I wish I could see your eyes right now.” Erin reached forward and cupped Morgan’s face. “I know what you’re thinking when I can see your eyes.” She heard the brush of hands running over plaster, then a single bulb overhead lit up the small storeroom. She squinted until her eyes adjusted to the new light. Morgan knelt in front of her, staring up at her.
“And what am I thinking?”
“The same thing I am. I love you.” Erin leaned forward and kissed her while Morgan caressed the backs of her thighs. She straightened up, needing the support of the wall at her back. Morgan raked her fingers through the thatch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs. “Open up for me, baby.”
Erin opened her legs and c
losed her eyes.
“No you don’t. You said you wanted to see, so you keep looking at me.”
Desire shot straight to her groin at the order breathed against her belly. This Morgan who took her, claimed her, commanded her, and did it all with such love and devotion that it only made her feel more cherished and adored felt so new.
She watched Morgan guide her hands between her legs.
“Show me,” Morgan said, her gaze locked on Erin’s hands as she stroked her slick, swollen lips and sighed at the heavenly pressure.
Her clit was hard between the tips of her fingers, and her desire flowed like silk as she dipped her middle finger lower and swirled her wetness over and around the hood. Morgan shifted, her lips parted, and her skin flushed. Morgan’s pulse throbbed at her temple and another rush of wetness coated her thighs. Seeing Morgan react to her was the greatest aphrodisiac, making her feel powerful even at her most vulnerable of moments, when she was naked, undone, and gasping for air.
Erin used one hand to spread herself open, showing Morgan her most intimate self, before she pushed one finger inside, reveling as they moaned in unison. Morgan’s fingers twitched into fists resting on her thighs, and Erin knew she was aching to reach out and touch her.
“Tell me.” Morgan’s voice was hoarse and cracking, heavy with desire. “Tell me how it feels. What it feels like to be inside you right now, with me watching.”
Dizzy, Erin slid her finger slowly in and out of her own giving flesh, and words failed her. She wanted Morgan’s hands on her, in her, her mouth taking her.
“Tell me.”
“Hot.”
“Your pussy feels hot?”
Erin’s knees shook as she slipped a second finger inside. “Yes, but I meant you watching.” Erin’s voice sounded strange to her own ears.
Morgan grinned up at her. “It’s so hot watching you like this, baby.” Morgan leaned closer. “What else?” She was so close that her breath caressed Erin’s slick flesh. Her hips bucked and pumped and Morgan pulled Erin’s hands away. “No. Not yet.”
Erin growled deep in her throat. “Morgan, no. I need—”
“I know what you need.” Morgan’s movement was fast and fluid, and Erin barely had time to register Morgan’s pants falling to the floor before she was lifted up. She wrapped her legs around Morgan’s waist, and the exquisite sensation of being filled consumed her. She twisted her fingers into Morgan’s hair and held her head as they kissed. She clung to Morgan while each thrust drove her higher, closer, deeper, and the need for release burned through her.
Morgan whispered into their kiss, “Come for me.” She thrust deeply, one final time. “Come with me.”
Erin could do nothing but obey. Her muscles contracted and pleasure surged through her body, every heartbeat driving it deeper, every movement firing her ravaged nerves over the abyss.
When she finally returned to her body, Morgan was peppering her damp skin with kisses. “You okay?”
Erin laughed quietly. “Erm, yeah. You?”
“Definitely.” They kissed, and slowly Morgan helped Erin back into her dress before she peeked round the door to ensure it was clear.
Erin wrapped her hand around Morgan’s biceps as she led them back to the exhibition and nodded to a few people as they entered the room.
Erin’s gaze fell again onto the painting of her from behind. She smiled, knowing Morgan was right. That beauty truly is in the heart of the beholder.
Maggie Morton lives in Northern California with her partner and their two cats. She is the winner of an Alice B. Awards 2013 Lavender Certificate for her first novel, the lesbian erotic romance Dreaming of Her. Her second novel, of the same genre, is Under Her Spell.
This story features characters from Dreaming of Her.
Love and Rainbows
Maggie Morton
Lilith woke up with a gasp and almost cried out. Next to her, Isa began to stir from sleep to wakefulness. While Lilith tried to catch her breath, Isa slowly sat up, arching her back a little as she yawned. At any other time, that subtle, sensual movement of her girlfriend’s body would have made Lilith want to devour her, head to toe, and do all the things she’d found she liked to do just as much outside of the dream world as she had liked to do in it.
“What…mmm…what is it, sweetie?” Isa asked, wiping some of the sleep from her eyes. The pale morning light lit her up in the loveliest way, her hair a tumble of glossy, dark curls. Its wildness called out to Lilith, making her just want to grab it and…and then she thought that perhaps sex would be a good idea after all, as a glance at her lover’s body showed that the cold morning air had made her nipples erect. They were incredibly tempting whenever they became that way, and as they continued to harden, her memories of the nightmare that had woken her began to fade. She leaned in to kiss her bad dreams away.
“Mmm,” Isa said again, this time with her lips against Lilith’s mouth. She pushed back from her after a few moments, though, placing her hand gently on Lilith’s chest in the slight crevice between her breasts. “Another bad dream, huh?”
“Yes.” Lilith looked down at the space on the bed between them, sliding her fingers against the crumpled sheets. “It was Shae again, telling me that something would go wrong on our day of commitment to one another…that she would make sure of it. We were in a dark hall, and she was staring down at me, floating midair and chained in place. So it’s not as if she could harm me like that, but still…”
“But still, you want to wipe all those silly bad dreams out of your mind. And you think making love to me would be a good way to do it?” Isa looked mischievous now, as if she also thought it was a good idea.
“What better way do you know to wipe bad dreams from one’s head?” Lilith grinned up at her shyly, but Isa’s look revealed she knew better—there was nothing shy about Lilith when she wanted sex with her partner, and there never had been.
“Well, I think Dr. Isa prescribes a nice fuck.”
“Oh, do you?” Lilith kissed her lover once again. Kissing Isa had never gotten old in the year she’d been living in the human world, and she’d found she much preferred touching her now-girlfriend in person rather than merely in her dreams. Yes, she thought, as she slipped Isa’s nightgown off her shoulder and began to kiss her way down Isa’s neck to where her breasts parted…yes, this was so very much better than it had been in Isa’s dreams. Lilith laid kiss after kiss across her breasts, and then she found her way to Isa’s nipple and began to suck.
Isa stroked Lilith’s hair as she leaned back, clearly enjoying herself as Lilith sucked on her nipple and danced her fingers across to the other one and twisted it between finger and thumb. They’d been playing around with getting rougher with each other lately, and Isa showed no signs of surprise when Lilith pinched one nipple and placed her teeth against the other, biting down harder and harder as her fingers worked away on the other side. She pinched and bit even harder until Isa yelped in pain.
“Too much?” Lilith pulled her mouth away—she didn’t like the idea of it being “too much,” not at all, and her voice showed it. But of course, she didn’t want to cause Isa more pain than she could take, either.
“No, it’s just perfect,” came the answer.
“Wonderful…shall I continue?”
“I just couldn’t help making a sound. But please, don’t stop!” Isa grinned a crooked, sexy grin and clasped Lilith’s head, guiding it roughly back to her breast, where, for the time being, Lilith decided it rightfully belonged.
She continued sucking and biting and twisting and pinching, Isa’s delightful gasps and moans and stuttered words urging on her hardworking lips and fingers. But this was not the main act, and she wanted Isa to come. She reached onto their large bedside table, where a well-loved dark-blue dildo sat, just begging to be used. She lifted it up and waggled it back and forth in front of Isa, whose eyes tracked its every movement—hungrily.
“Are you wet enough for this yet?” Lilith asked. In answer, Isa took
Lilith’s hand in hers and guided it underneath her nightgown’s skirt to her very aroused cunt. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ then, darling.”
“You know, I still love it when you call me that. Really love it. And I always will. I’m really looking forward to this Saturday.”
Saturday. One day away, when their commitment ceremony was supposed to happen. And quick as that Lilith was back to thinking about her nightmare. Hoping to draw her mind away from it, she placed the tip of the dildo against Isa’s clit and jiggled it back and forth a little.
“Fuck!” Isa bit her lip, a look of concentration and need painted across her beautiful, tensed features.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Oh, I really do. Yes, I do!”
Isa gasped as Lilith drove the dildo inside her, each bit of its length entering her with ease. It always did because beyond their love for one another, there was also immense heat. Lilith still possessed every single bit of her prowess as a seductress, and she could still make all of Isa’s dreams come to life. Or at least, all of her fantasies.
Lilith leaned down, pushing Isa onto her back, and pushed up the silk skirt of her nightgown. She tilted the dildo to hit Isa’s G-spot and let her mouth join in on the fun, closing her lips over Isa’s wet cunt and clit. She continued to fuck Isa with the dildo as she fucked her with her mouth, and it wasn’t too long until Isa began to tense even more, her cunt gripping the dildo until Lilith could hardly thrust it in and out. But she knew all of this was a sign for her to keep going, and she continued to shove the slicked-up dildo into Isa’s cunt as her mouth and tongue worked away at her. Abruptly a delicious string of swear words and cries and Isa’s shaking legs and torso signaled to Lilith that she had succeeded, and rather well at that.
When they stripped off their nightgowns to shower, the clock showed it was a quarter to eight. Neither woman had to rise especially early, considering the riches they’d stored in a large, locked box in the local bank—their gifts from the Dreammakers to thank them for saving Isa’s city from the nightmare creature. Lilith didn’t think about him much anymore, but now she had a new nightmare creature of sorts, and while she tried to scrub the dream out of her head as she washed her hair, it just didn’t seem to want to go away.