by Fiona Zedde
Something clicked for Rémi then and suddenly she couldn’t sit and listen anymore.
“Mr. Anderson. I’d like nothing more than for you to leave my place of business and never set foot in it again. I don’t even want you to think about Gillespie’s for any length of time. But”—she stood up, walked to the door, and held it open for him—“if you insist on being here, have a good time, spend a lot of money. And don’t bother me again.”
Anderson sat in the chair, not even turning around to face Rémi and the door. “You remind me of someone,” he said, slowly rising, “I used to know a long time ago. And I’m not sure if that’s a bad or good thing.”
“Well, I’m sure that doesn’t concern me.”
He passed her, trailing the smell of cigar smoke behind him. The bodyguard followed. Rémi stood at the door, gripping the doorknob long after Anderson and his goon vanished from sight. Long after the remnants of the cigar smoke dissipated.
At the table with her friends, Nuria glanced at Rémi as she sat down. “Who was that guy?”
Rémi shrugged, dismissing Anderson from her mind for the rest of the night. “No one important,” she said.
Chapter 21
“Are you ready to make things up to me from the other night?”
Rémi laughed at the sound of Claudia’s low voice on the other end of the phone. “Of course. I am at your mercy.”
“Well, you’re lucky I’m a merciful woman.” She chuckled. “I need a ride from school this afternoon. Can you pick me up?”
“Sure. What time?”
“Around four. Just park in the visitor’s lot near my office and come up. I should be finished by then.”
Less than five hours later, Rémi left the nearly empty visitor’s parking lot, heading to Claudia’s office on the third floor of the humanities building. At ten minutes to four the campus still held most of its fifteen thousand students and ebbed and flowed with tight young bodies shown off in the skimpiest summer wear. A woman wearing what looked like a bikini top and tight jeans, lightly bumped her arm as she passed.
“Excuse me,” Rémi said.
“No. Excuse me.” The girl looked at Rémi from curls to toes and smiled, flicking her tongue against her teeth.
Rémi laughed and kept walking. Back when she was a student, Rémi had treated the beautiful women on the campus as little more than gorgeous scenery while she went about her day, indulging in her infatuation with Claudia as she sat near the back of the class. Only later, after forcing herself to realize the futility of lusting after her best friend’s mother, did she begin to part take of the bounty of beauty around her. Sex became her aerobic activity. These girls made the blood race through her veins, but it was Claudia who was her reason to live. Rémi eventually found other reasons, but she never forgot about Claudia.
In front of the third-floor office with “Claudia Nichols, PhD” etched across a frosted glass door, Rémi knocked once and waited for Claudia’s soft “come in” before opening the door. She almost stumbled back into the hallway.
Claudia crouched, knee on the windowsill, reaching up high to open the two-section window with its view of the lushly green campus. Her ass, pulled tight against the rust-colored skirt, wriggled at Rémi. Claudia looked over her shoulder.
“So punctual,” she said, smiling. “I don’t know why I forgot that about you.”
Rémi swallowed hard and closed the office door. Her eyes skittered around the office, desperately looking anywhere but at Claudia’s ass offered up too temptingly in that skirt. But the framed photographs of French and New Orleans street scenes didn’t hold her attention. She turned around, putting her back to Claudia, and found herself staring at the wall behind the desk covered in cards, both handmade and not, welcoming her back to the classroom. On the desk itself sat a vase of dried pink roses sprinkled with baby’s breath.
If it was anyone else, Rémi would have sworn that the woman asked her to come just now to see her ass in that alluring position. Just to tempt Rémi into reaching out for what she wanted. Her fingertips felt hot with the need to touch. Rémi knew that flesh would feel right under her hands. Perfect. That Claudia would squirm when Rémi bit a plump cheek, inviting the harder press of teeth. More intimate caresses. She turned back to look at Claudia.
With a slight grunt, the older woman shoved open the window, allowing a slight breeze into the office. She dropped back down into the chair, her improvised stepladder, flashing her bare feet at Rémi.
“That feels so much better. Now I don’t have to worry about suffocating to death when I come back to work next week.”
She sat in the chair and shoved her feet into black high-heeled sandals. Pursing her lips, she took a good look at Rémi. “Don’t you look nice.”
Rémi fought the urge to look down at her faded jeans, old T-shirt, and boots. “Thank you.”
Claudia leaned back in the chair. The white blouse and silver chain sparkled against her twilight skin. Her slight breasts moved under the cotton as she breathed.
“Come here.”
“I—uh,” Rémi paused. What was she about to say again? Oh yeah. “I saw Dez the other day.”
Claudia raised an eyebrow. “I know. She talked about you.” “What did she say?” Rémi held her breath. Had she somehow given herself away during their conversation at Victoriana’s?
“Nothing life altering. Only that you looked good. Happy. And that she was happy too.”
She swallowed her relief. One day she would have to face Dez about this thing she had with Claudia. But not now. “Okay. Good.”
“And now that I’ve satisfied your curiosity about my daughter, will you come?” A naughty smile played around Claudia’s mouth.
Rémi didn’t hesitate this time. She came.
“I won’t ask you what you did after I went home Sunday night. By now, I have a pretty good idea how things work.”
Rémi stopped with her knees pressed against the front of Claudia’s chair. “If you want me to stop seeing other women, I’ll stop.”
Claudia curled her finger, beckoning Rémi closer. She pressed a knee into the chair’s lap, between Claudia’s spread thighs. The scent of her—green apples with a hint of L’Air du Temps—wrapped around Rémi’s senses, opened her mouth.
“Can you?” Claudia’s breath tasted hers. She shivered as Claudia grasped her hand, sucked two of Rémi’s fingers in her mouth, then guided them under her skirt. “Can you?”
Soft pussy opened up around her fingers. Something catapulted into Rémi’s belly and she grunted. Claudia hissed, opening her legs wider.
“Yes. I can stop.” Rémi pulled her fingers back, only slightly. Felt her body starting to shake harder. Forced herself to take it slow. She pulled back, teasing the moist opening of Claudia’s pussy.
“I dreamed about you last night.” Claudia’s eyes trapped hers. “I dreamed about us finishing what we started on the floor of your office.” She grabbed Rémi’s hand, pushed the fingers deep. Deeper. “Did you mean to leave me wanting like that? Hmm?” She pulled Rémi’s fingers back, fucking herself with Rémi’s hand. “Did you mean to leave me to touch myself in my own bed, dreaming about you tasting me? About the way your tongue would feel on my clit? How you’d feel when I finally got the chance to taste you?”
Her hips rocked in the chair as she rode Rémi’s fingers, breath becoming uneven. Ragged. She dragged her skirt up and pushed her thighs wider apart, mouth moist and open as her head dropped back against the chair. Claudia moved Rémi’s hand faster and faster. Her nipples pressed hard against the white shirt. Her fingers tightened around Rémi’s hand, nails sinking into the flesh, digging up pain. But Rémi swallowed against that pain. Her own pussy ran wet with arousal. Her belly tight with anticipation of Claudia’s orgasm. She wouldn’t leave this unfinished. Not this time.
When the strength in Claudia’s hand faltered, Rémi took up the slack, thrusting into the hot, wet cunt, inciting the swollen clit with her thumb. Claudia’s face glistened
with sweat. Her mouth, moist and dark with lipstick, was parted and wet. Rémi couldn’t resist. She kissed her. The hot mouth instantly responded. Latching on to hers, the tongue darting out to stroke, to lick, while Claudia’s hips bucked in the chair. While her pussy swallowed Rémi’s fingers. Squeezed them as she came, bucking fiercely under Rémi. She grasped Rémi’s head with both hands and her fingers tangled in Rémi’s hair, holding her close for one last slippery, grateful kiss.
Claudia pulled back, breath puffing against Rémi’s face. “Take me home.”
They stumbled through the door of the two-story in Coconut Grove joined at the lips. Rémi’s heart pounded heavily in her chest and her fingertips burned hot, a delicious heat now that they pressed against Claudia’s skin. The door slammed behind them and they tumbled back against it. Claudia’s back to the wood and her legs climbing up and around Rémi’s waist. The smaller woman panting into Rémi’s mouth. Heat built over Rémi’s skin and she groaned as Claudia’s blouse slid to the floor, baring the soft breasts in a sheer brown bra. Desperation climbed between her thighs and she reached roughly for the skirt, desperate to get to the simmering heat she had her finger buried in less than an hour before. The skirt ripped. Rémi stopped.
“Shit! I’m sorry.” She pulled back, breath catching at the back of her throat. “I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” Claudia legs tightened around her waist, holding her still. “It’s nothing. Just a skirt. I can always buy more.”
“No. I can’t control myself. I need . . .” She pressed her forehead against Claudia’s. Breath chuffed between her lips. Her heart raced. “I have to go.”
It felt like her pussy was too thick to stay between her legs. It throbbed fat and wet in her jeans, begging for Claudia. Rémi panted, leaning away though Claudia still refused to let her go. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to push the older woman to her knees and ream her pussy until Claudia screamed from the pleasure of it. She wanted to lie on top of her, cover her, wring her dry of all her juices, and stop only when they were both too exhausted to continue.
Rémi grasped Claudia’s waist, preparing to pull her off and drop her back to the floor. “I have to go.” Her legs shook.
“No.” Claudia pulled down the straps of her bra, exposing her breasts, their hard tips. “Stay.”
The bedroom was a blur of kisses and moans, the wet sounds of their mouths meeting and remeeting, her tongue lapping at Claudia’s bared breasts, her shirt falling away, hands tearing away her belt buckle, her jeans. The bed sighed as their bodies met it; she groaned when Claudia’s entire body was bare and hot in the late afternoon light and reaching for her. Oh my god. Oh my god.
In bed, with the intention to fuck, their kisses burned Rémi’s senses away. The heat of her mouth, the inside of that fevered place that Rémi had imagined for so long and only recently been allowed to visit. Naked. She was finally naked with her, between her thighs and wetter than she had ever been, her nipples scraping over Claudia’s nipples, their moans rising together in a thick concert of sex that tightened and released the insides of her—her belly, pussy, throat, lungs—so fiercely that she thought she’d come right then and there.
She finally found her voice. “Is there anything that you don’t—don’t want me to do?” Rémi swallowed her panting breath. She could at least try to sound calm and in control.
“Nothing. Do anything you want.” Claudia arched up against her, legs twining with Rémi’s, teeth scraping against Rémi’s throat. “Give me everything.”
A banquet. Rémi was at a banquet with all of her life’s desires on display for her to take at will, at her leisure. But this was not leisurely. It was urgent. She pushed Claudia down on her belly and licked her. The taut line of her neck, her shoulder blades, her back, the slight weight of her ass cheeks. Between them she was musky. A moaning, sticky mess pushing back into Rémi’s face, as she sampled from the secret space from her lover’s anus to her cunt, open and wet and delicious beyond belief.
The groans were coming as much from Claudia as from her; Rémi moved her hips against the bed, sought Claudia’s clit with her tongue, found it, sucked it, worshipped it, wetness pouring over her face as Claudia came, hips bucking back.
“Rémi!” Her lover panted. “Rémi!”
Her mouth around my name. Fuck. Her mouth around my name. The spring in her belly loosened. Rémi bucked against the sheets as darkness and light spiraled behind her tightly closed eyelids. She gasped into Claudia’s cunt.
It was like she hadn’t had sex in weeks. Months. Her skin flinched everywhere it touched her lover’s. Sensitive. Eager. The hunger rose up in her again, even as she pulled her mouth from Claudia’s pussy to turn her over and kiss up the still-panting line of her belly, latch onto her nipples, and feast on them. Painting them with her mouth, sucking and licking and biting until Claudia writhed against the sheets, her mouth open, hands grasping at Rémi’s back and shoulders. She’d never been this hungry for a woman in her life.
Rémi burned to be inside of her, to feel her heartbeat thudding. To know without a doubt that Claudia felt even a little of what she felt.
“Lube,” Claudia fumbled into the bedside table and came up with a small clear bottle. “I’m going to need some.”
Lube?
“I’m not as young as you, sweet. Especially if you’re going to go inside.”
Claudia lay back against the tangled sheets, long body glistening with sweat.
Had her intentions been that plain? Yes. Yes, they had been that plain. Rémi licked her lips, nerves in her fingers already pulsing with the seduction of Claudia’s pussy so close. Not just two fingers. All of her.
“I want to be inside,” she rasped.
Claudia smeared the cold liquid on Rémi’s hand. With the rapidly warming lube covering her hand, she didn’t hesitate. Thank you. She wasn’t sure if she said the words, only that the gratitude sang through her veins as she slithered down between Claudia’s thighs again, hand trembling and urgent. The brown thighs fell open, showing off pussy hairs tangled with cum and sweat and Rémi’s saliva. Her clit stood up, firm and flushed, a thrusting pistil among glistening petals.
She was a miracle of responsiveness, holding herself loose and easy as Rémi dove inside her shallows, testing with two fingers then three then four. The fifth brought a gasp and Rémi paused.
“No, don’t stop. Please.” Claudia panted softly, thighs pressed open against the bed. She reached for Rémi’s head, meshed her fingers in the damp hair until Rémi was breathing with her, harsh and deep, fighting the urge to shove deeply into her, to fuck like she really wanted. But, muscles shaking, the smell of her cunt mouth-watering and rich in her nostrils, Rémi forced herself to go slow. Her thumb slipped, gently, into the soft flesh, like a kiss. And she sighed. Claudia sighed.
“So full.” Her fingers tightened in Rémi’s hair.
Another gentle push and twist, her body liquid and greedy around Rémi’s wrist. Perfect. She felt warm and solid, pulsing around her fist, a heartbeat.
Claudia’s hips moving against the bed, thrust minutely up, pulled Rémi from her reverie. Fuck me. The unspoken demand she happily obeyed. She moved, began light butterfly movements inside that precious pussy, building speed until the wings of Claudia’s thighs beat gently against the bed, gasps becoming moans, becoming deep-throated screams as Rémi reached deeper and deeper for that place inside her lover. Above her, Claudia pulled at her own nipples, pinching the dark buds between her fingers, her back arching up, her head lashing against the sheets as she tossed her head back and forth.
“Rémi!”
She answered with deeper thrusts, her own grunts rising.
“Rémi.”
Claudia’s fingers flew from her breasts to dig into the sheets.
“Yes.”
The butterfly beat its wings faster.
“Rémi! Yes!”
The motion of Claudia’s hips froze. But inside . . . inside she was a cyclone. Pulsating a
round Rémi’s hand, relentlessly clutching until Rémi gasped as much from pain as desire. But her body was full. The heart pounded in her chest. Claudia wanted her. She desired her. The body didn’t lie. The waves of Claudia’s desire broke once again against Rémi’s hand before she slowly began to withdraw it. She pressed her mouth to Claudia’s still-trembling thighs, the curl of her sex, before her lover drew her up, kissing her face as she laughed breathlessly.
“Enough. My god! Is it possible to die from sex?” She kissed Rémi’s mouth and nose. “You are an incredible lover, but I am an old, old woman.”
Rémi’s heart began to pound in her chest for a different reason. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, darling. No.” Claudia touched her face. “You made me come about eight times in a row, but you never hurt me. Never.”
Her pulse slowed. She collapsed against her lover’s damp breasts. Closed her eyes. With her breathing deep and even, Claudia trailed her fingers lightly down Rémi’s back. The delicate touches lulled Rémi into a light drowse. But that didn’t last long.
Soon enough, the trailing touches became caresses, easing down her ass. And Rémi’s heartbeat took off again. Claudia sighed with welcome when she slipped a thigh heavily between hers, pressing the thick muscle against her pussy. They crashed against each other, rising with the wave of desire that took them. Sweat rushed over Claudia’s skin and she gasped with each movement of Rémi’s thigh. Their breasts, bellies, pussies slid together until both were gasping and washed in sweat. Claudia’s fingers dug into her back. She slowed. Rémi slowed too.
“Can I touch you?” Claudia asked.
She blinked sweat from her eyes, arms shaking as she hovered above the woman she loved, holding off her weight. “Yes. Please.”
Claudia’s hand slid down her belly, over her pubes. Her belly flexed, jolted when the tentative fingers found the swollen pussy lips, slid over her clit. Her skin flushed hot, as if fevered. She gasped.
The look on Claudia’s face. Of wonder. Of pleasure. Two fingers skated over Rémi’s hypersensitive skin. They dipped inside her pussy. She gasped again.