by V. K. Powell
Syd continued her tickling, teasing track down Regan’s body and settled between her outstretched legs. Gripping Regan’s thighs, she rubbed her face back and forth between them, blowing lightly across the swollen lips of her vulva. Moisture glistened on the blond hairs and the aroma of sexual need wafted to Syd’s nostrils, kicking up her own desire.
Syd looked up into Regan’s eyes, hooded with lust. “Soon, I promise.”
“Yes, please. I need you, again.”
Syd raised Regan’s legs and positioned them over her shoulders. She watched Regan’s face as she slid her middle finger into her mouth then lowered it. Regan’s eyes were glazed and her stare frenzied as she lay exposed and expectant. Syd slithered her finger through the outer lips just enough to tease, then inched lower until she pressed against the slippery perineum. Regan’s bottom lurched off the bed and then back against the pressure of Syd’s touch.
“Oh. My. God. What was that? Again.”
Syd complied and Regan bucked and collapsed against the force of Syd’s finger until the bedding beneath her was soaked. Syd’s clit pounded between her legs in direct response to Regan’s arousal. She slid her finger up and nudged at Regan’s opening. She couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension in Regan’s legs, combined with the husky moans deep in her throat, told Syd that she was on the edge as well.
“Please, Syd.” Regan’s voice was throaty and quivering with barely contained emotion.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes, now.” Regan humped to emphasize her point.
Syd inched her finger inside Regan’s body, waited for the reflex thrust, and pulled back.
“Oh, nooo. Don’t do this, Syd. I can’t take it.”
Lowering her head to kiss Regan’s rigid clit, Syd smiled up at her. “Of course you can take it, baby. You’re begging for it.” She entered her again and felt Regan’s insides contract around her, pulling and sucking her farther in. She withdrew.
Regan thrashed beneath her and reached out to force contact. “For God’s sake. Lick me. Suck me. Something. I’m dying here. We’ll do slow and easy later.”
Syd smiled at the effect she was having. She would never have imagined Regan could be so passionate and demanding in her need. It was quite a change from the first time they’d had sex, when Regan had been submissive and her eyes had asked for patience. Now she knew her body and had no problems saying so.
“Okay, okay.” Syd gave her what she wanted. She buried her finger deep inside and adapted to Regan’s pace. Her lips captured Regan’s clit and her tongue danced across the sensitive ridge of swollen flesh.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. More tongue flicking,” Regan said.
Syd’s body burned and the sheet beneath her pelvis suddenly became an erotic stimulus as she rubbed against it.
“Come here, Syd. I need to feel you beside me when we come.”
“But I can’t do this,” she licked slowly across Regan’s clit, “if I come up there.”
“Leave one finger inside and thumb my clit. I’m so close and I want to be holding you.”
Syd reluctantly kissed the center of Regan’s sex one last time and dipped her tongue into the opening before sliding on top of her, fingers still in place.
“Straddle my thigh. I want to feel you come on me.”
“Oh, yeah.” Syd moaned as she rode Regan’s leg from her knee to the resting place against her crotch, then settled into Regan’s thrusting rhythm. Regan flexed her quad muscle and Syd pumped hungrily against the firm, stimulating resistance as her clit twitched and strained toward orgasm. “Soon, baby.”
“Me too, faster, please,” Regan urged.
Syd nibbled the side of Regan’s neck, her strong jaw, and eagerly found her mouth. They kissed and, connected at every point, humped, sucked, probed, and rubbed faster until they both gasped for air and Regan’s coiled muscles started to release.
“Now, Syd, I’m coming now.” She rocked her pelvis against Syd’s hand and grabbed her ass to hang on. “Come with me, Syd.”
A bolt of energy broke free inside Syd and spiraled throughout her body. Using her knee, she added pressure against the hand that worked Regan’s clit. At the same time she pounded her aching flesh against Regan’s thigh. “Oh yeah…now, baby, now.”
Their bodies bucked and muscles quivered. Lusty moans of satisfied relief filled the room and the scent of their sex drifted in the air like a dense fog. Syd felt the cocoon of Regan’s insides contract and release around her fingers in perfect time to the pulsing between her own legs. She rode the wave and marveled at the synchronicity of the moment.
When the physical sensations left them weak, they clung to each other, rocking, stroking, and soothing the heat from their skin. Regan reached down and pulled the sheet across them. Syd mumbled lazy thanks, unwilling to remove her fingers from Regan’s body. She had never felt so connected to another woman, so comfortable in her arms, and so unwilling to be parted from her. Her heart ached with the beauty and perfection of the moment.
This is what love feels like, she told herself. She rested her head against Regan’s chest and listened to the heartbeat that she knew from this day forward would be joined to hers. “I love you so much, Regan.”
“I love you, too, baby.” Regan barely attempted to move and asked, “Is it time for me to go?”
Syd could tell by the lilt of her voice that she was poking fun. “Don’t even think about it.” She wiggled her fingers still buried inside Regan and said, “And I’ve got just the method to restrain you, if necessary.”
Regan settled deeper onto her hand and conceded, “I believe you do, Officer. Maybe I could learn to like authority figures after all, at least one of them.” Then she moved away from Syd, seemed to consider her next statement, and said, “I hate to bring up a bad subject, but I do have one more question.”
“Anything.”
“Are there any more skeletons in your closet that I should know about?”
“Nope, you’ve seen them all. All the warts and all the mistakes. There’s nothing else and nothing I’m hiding. I promise.”
Regan rolled on top of Syd and captured her gaze, blue eyes sharp with sincerity and a sparkle of play. “Good, because after I finish ravishing your body, I plan to start on your soul. I want you, Syd, every part of you, inside and out.”
“Take me. I’m all yours.” Syd spoke those words for the first time in her life, and she meant them.
About the Author
VK Powell is a thirty-year veteran of a midsized police department. She was a police officer by necessity (it paid the bills) and a writer by desire (it didn’t). Her career spanned numerous positions including beat officer, homicide detective, field sergeant, vice/narcotics lieutenant, district captain, and assistant chief of police. Now retired, she lives in central North Carolina and devotes her time to writing (though she still has trouble calling herself a “writer”), traveling, and volunteering.
VK is a member of the Golden Crown Literary Society and Romance Writers of America. She is the author of three erotic short stories published by Bold Strokes Books: “Toy with Me,” in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love; “Dessert, Anyone?” in Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions; and “One for the Road” in Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games. Her first novel, To Protect and Serve, was released in March 2008. Fever, VK’s third book, will be set in Africa and is scheduled for release in 2010.