Her Pretend Christmas Date: A Lesbian Christmas Romance

by Alexa Woods

  Morgun whimpered and grabbed Laney’s shirt. Laney melted when Morgun pressed up against her, curves meeting curves, their bodies a perfect fit. Her whole body felt it. All of it. The hair on the backs of her arms stood up. The ache in her belly pounded fiercely. She could feel herself throbbing between her thighs. Her legs trembled. Her chest felt like it was going to explode. Her heart ran rampant like a wild animal finally uncaged.

  When Morgun steered Laney away from the living room, back towards the bedroom, she didn’t resist. There wasn’t going to be any protesting from her. She didn’t just want this, she needed it with every ounce of her being. She’d never needed anyone like this, and that frightened her. It made her want to crawl back under the thick skin she’d made for herself and hide. It made her want to predict that it would end badly, because everything eventually ended, but she ignored those thoughts. She put the lid on her protests and her fears and let her body overrule her head.

  Even if it was just one time. One night.

  They went through a doorway, kissing frantically, ripping at each other’s clothes. The room was small, and the blinds were drawn, but some light from the hall and living room spilled into the entrance. Laney could make out a bed, the usual dresser and nightstand. She realized they were antiques, but for once, she didn’t take any time to appreciate it.

  At least, she wasn’t appreciative of the bed until Morgun tugged her down on top of it. She fell ungracefully enough, but quickly righted herself, straddling Morgun. Laney couldn’t help but grind herself against Morgun’s leg, but it only sent more shivers and fire racing between her legs. She needed out of her pants and fast.

  Morgun grabbed Laney’s shirt and tore it up to her shoulders. Laney lifted her arms, helping her get the thing off.

  “Can I touch you?” Morgun asked, like Laney had asked her if she could kiss her.

  “Yes,” Laney panted. “Please. Yes. Absolutely.”

  Morgun grinned. “I like you from this angle. It’s a good angle for you.”

  “I like you from any angle.”

  Morgun blushed. She reached around Laney’s back and undid her bra and peeled that away. Laney immediately thrust her breast into Morgun’s hand and gasped when her small fingers plied her already hard nipple. Jolts of burning heat went spreading through her, gathering between her legs.

  Not satisfied just to touch, Morgun leaned up and suckled Laney’s nipple. The wet, warm sensation made Laney jerk hard. She might as well have just stuck a knife in a toaster. She’d never done that, of course, but she imagined that the jolt of electricity ripping through her would feel the same. Except this wasn’t bad. No, this was anything but bad.

  Laney ground her hips into Morgun’s leg again. Morgun responded by lashing her nipple with her tongue and scraping her teeth over it. Laney’s back arched, and she somehow checked back into herself and realized they had too many clothes on. Far, far too many clothes.

  She rectified that by tugging at Morgun’s shirt. Morgun helped too, in between hot, frantic kisses. When her shirt was off, Laney attacked her bra. It was lace and had no underwire, and it was easy to slip over Morgun’s head, so she got it off without tearing it to bits like she wanted to. Laney had never felt so desperate. She was willing to chew through that lace just to get it off Morgun.

  Morgun’s breasts were perfect. Two pale globes with rosy nipples. Laney was sorry she hadn’t taken time to appreciate them the last time they were together. She was sorry she hadn’t taken more time with Morgun. That she’d taken so long to get here.

  “Want to taste you,” Morgun demanded. Her hands started tearing at Laney’s pants. “Can you take these off?”

  “Yes.” Yes, she very well could. Yes, she wanted to. If she didn’t, she might physically implode within a very short amount of time.

  Laney rolled off Morgun and quickly shed her pants. She ripped her panties off too, because they were just in the way.

  Morgun made a noise of desperate appreciation and Laney flushed at the desire in Morgun’s eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Sure, women had appreciated her, they’d looked at her with desire, but not the way Morgun was doing. Morgun looked beyond her body. She looked inside her. Into the spots that Laney never allowed anyone else to see.

  Laney shivered. Not just because she was turned on.

  “I need to taste you,” Morgun whispered thickly. “It’s only fair. I didn’t get to last time. I’ve been thinking about it ever since then.”

  “Jesus,” Laney groaned.

  “Come here.” Morgun crooked her finger. “Please.”

  “How?” Laney waited for direction. She never waited for direction. She was very much a take charge kind of person.

  Morgun leaned back against the pillows. “Just come here.”

  Laney nearly fell straight over when she realized what Morgun wanted. She flushed and hesitated, but eventually she did move. She let Morgun guide her as she straddled her chest. She guided her up, up until she could tuck her arms under Laney’s legs. Laney leaned forward and set her palms on the cold wall above the headboard.

  It was an extremely intimate position. In all her experience, she’d never done this. She’d never been so open before. She might be on top, but she wasn’t in control. She was giving that up, and it was hard until the first pass of Morgun’s tongue. Then, Laney forgot all about being slightly uncomfortable or embarrassed, and just let herself enjoy it.

  Morgun was really, really good with her tongue. She explored all of Laney, flicking it along her seam, her entrance, her clit. She gathered the beads of moisture there, humming and groaning at the taste, before she worshipped Laney with her tongue. Laney couldn’t not grind into Morgun’s face. It was an automatic reaction for her hips to buck wildly. Her fingers clawed at the walls.

  “Holy fuck,” she moaned.

  Morgun curled her fingers in response and traced Laney’s seam. She mewled and rode Morgun’s tongue, rode her face, shamelessly. Because god, it felt so freaking good.

  Morgun circled and flicked Laney’s clit with her tongue and Laney was ready to jump out of her skin and leave her body altogether. At the same time, Morgun slid two fingers inside Morgun and that was all it took. It might have been record time for her, but she was done. The climax came over Laney, startling her, rocking her with its violent intensity.

  Suddenly the room was bright. Behind her eyes there was an explosion of color and her body was rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. She rode Morgun’s fingers, her walls spasming around them. She twisted and gyrated on Morgun’s face and Morgun kept pace, her tongue doing wicked things to Laney’s clit so that she kept coming and coming. The pleasure never stopped. All Laney could do was pant and strain through the unyielding waves.

  “Holy…holy fuck!” she panted after she could finally speak again.

  “It was pretty amazing from this end too,” Morgun said, tone raspy and husky.

  Laney knew that if she didn’t get Morgun all the way naked now, that if she didn’t taste her, touch her, explore every inch of her body, pleasure her, make her thrash and scream and moan right freaking now, she might just explode. Laney slid down until she was straddling Morgun’s hips.

  She tore at Morgun’s clothes, ripping away pants, socks, panties, until Morgun was completely and wonderfully naked.

  “Holy shit,” Laney gasped. “You’re so…freaking gorgeous.”

  Morgun blushed again. “I, well, thank you.”

  “You’re amazing. So sexy. So beautiful.”

  Morgun laughed, but she didn’t protest.

  It was the truth. Morgun was gorgeous. Glorious. Totally feminine with long, shapely legs, a beautiful curve to her hips, and perfect, pert breasts. All sprawled out on the bed, she was a goddess. A glorious goddess painted with the glow from the hall.

  She was the most beautiful creature that Laney had ever seen. The urge to photograph that beauty, to capture it, did occur to her, but barely, as a passing thought she didn’t even giv
e consideration to. The lens would never be able to properly account for Morgun’s sensuality, her beauty, the flush on her skin, the anticipation, the scent of arousal permeating the room around them.

  Laney had never seen anything or anyone that she thought she couldn’t properly portray with her camera. Often, people were astounded by her artistry. Often, people said they didn’t even look like themselves. They meant that as a compliment.

  Morgun was the first. She was the first, and Laney suspected she’d be the last. The only beauty that Laney kept just for herself. The moments they were sharing would be stored away inside Laney, locked away and cherished.

  She’d thought to herself that she just needed one time. One time to get Morgun out of her system. One time for both of them and that would be enough. She realized now that it would never be enough. That the yearning she felt wouldn’t be sated by just this one time. She already knew that she’d crave Morgun just as badly when she left here as she did before she arrived.

  There would be more. She couldn’t stop at once. She didn’t want to stop at one. She didn’t want to get involved, but she couldn’t help herself. Morgun was different. Morgun was always going to be different, and Laney knew she wouldn’t be able to stay away.

  Instead of running, withdrawing, panicking, or crawling inside her shell, she promised herself that she’d enjoy every single minute of being with Morgun until it ended, as she knew it would end, because that’s how everything went for Laney. She’d enjoy it. She’d learn from it. She’d make sure that she worshipped Morgun and that Morgun knew she was treasured beyond a doubt.

  Laney knew she couldn’t have a career and a relationship. Her mom was wrong. It just wouldn’t work. The past had proved that to her over and over. But for once she would let her guard down. She’d let it down and she’d enjoy this. She’d enjoy every single second of it. She’d store it away for the time when she wouldn’t have it. She’d capture it with her mind, all those images, just like she did with the camera.

  Then Laney would pull it together when it came time for Morgun to tell her that she’d had enough of Laney’s schedule, her work, her drive, her personality, whatever it was. When it was over, Laney told herself she’d be fine. She’d get on with her career because that’s what she wanted, and she’d nurse the wounded parts of herself back to health. She’d make it because she had to make it.

  “You look like you’re thinking really hard about something. Overthinking things,” Morgun whispered. “Please don’t bail on me again. Like you did at the wedding. Don’t just check out. We’re doing fine. I promise I’m not going to ask you for something you can’t give. I want the parts of you that I know are there, the parts you’re already giving me. I don’t want more than that. Just be here. Don’t run away from me again.”

  Laney shook her head so slowly she could feel every movement in her vertebrae. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay.”

  “For a minute? For tonight? Tomorrow?”

  Laney chewed on her lower lip until she tasted copper. “For however long we have.” She was surprised to hear that truth slip from her lips, but Morgun didn’t seem surprised. She wasn’t angry. She seemed relieved.

  She half sat up, cradled Laney’s face in her hands so very gently, and guided her face to hers.

  Chapter 20

  Morgun

  Morgun might not have known Laney very well in terms of minutes or days or even weeks, but she did know something about how she worked. Laney was scared of commitment and had built up walls around herself. She might have been hurt before, or maybe she feared giving up the life she’d built for herself. People generally felt threatened when their core values were pressed on.

  Laney wanted a career. She valued it above all else. She didn’t want a family. She might not even want a relationship because she was probably afraid she couldn’t do both, and maybe people had proved that to her in the past.

  But she was staying. She said she would stay. She said for however long they had. Morgun was determined to make that as long as possible.

  She’d watched Laney change since that day in the café. She knew all about the walls, the rigid way Laney went through life, the shell she wrapped around herself. She watched it drop right before Laney kissed her. She’d watched it fall away with every second after that.

  This was Laney unguarded. The real her. The amazing, raw, wonderful, incredible her. For other people, it might not be much. It might not be enough. For Morgun, it was a start, and she wasn’t going to throw it away. She was going to choose to trust Laney. To take those baby steps. To see where they could go. Not because she wanted just the physical, but because she could see there was so much more to Laney Sterling than most people got to see, and for some reason, Laney was giving her a rare glimpse of that.

  She smiled up into Laney’s face and laughed at herself softly. “Now I’m the one thinking too much.”

  “That’s okay.” Laney’s face was soft. “I’d really like to make you feel good. If that’s okay with you?”

  “It’s definitely okay with me!” Morgun giggled.

  Laney bent down and kissed Morgun. Really kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that made her realize that Laney had been holding back before, even if they were the best kisses of Morgun’s life. She kissed her breathless while her hands went to work, caressing and worshipping every bit of Morgun’s body.

  Morgun responded, kissing Laney back, but also reaching up to explore her body. Her soft shoulders, the sleek muscles of her arms, her straining nipples, her tight, flat stomach, the soft curve between her ribs and her pelvis. Her fingers brushed over Laney’s smooth skin below her belly. Morgun groaned into Laney’s mouth. Laney obviously invested in waxing. That smoothness could never come from a razor. Morgun knew, because she shaved and even though she was smooth too, she wasn’t that kind of amazingly smooth.

  Laney gripped Morgun’s hips and arranged their legs so they could grind against each other, giving each other the friction they both craved. She dropped her head and suckled Morgun’s breast, sending pinpricks of glorious sensation racing through her. Heat gathered between her legs and when her own heat met Laney’s slick wetness, Morgun nearly went out of her mind.

  Their legs tangled and their skin glided together. Morgun felt the heat building, the delicious friction sending her skin into a flurry of goosebumps. Laney leaned over and suckled her nipple again, adding to the mix of crazy, swirling heat. She kept rolling her hips, grinding her pelvis into Morgun, and Morgun’s hips did the same, rising and falling on instinct, matching and meeting with Laney’s in a harmony they couldn’t have planned better if they tried. Their fit was nearly perfect. Morgun was afraid to think of absolute perfection, afraid what that would do to her chest and her resolution to take things one day at a time, slowly and carefully.

  But regardless, she felt all soft and melty in her chest. And just about everywhere else.

  While Laney rolled her tongue over Morgun’s straining nipple, she brought her hand between them. Morgun groaned when she felt Laney’s finger slide through her slick folds to her entrance. She rolled her hips against her hand, but Laney teased her, circling her clit and pressing lightly. Morgun groaned. She tried to rock her hips so that Laney’s finger went to her entrance. She needed her inside her. Filling her.

  That thought made Morgun think about toys. She didn’t own a single toy. She’d always wanted to try but was too embarrassed and intimidated before. She’d used them in the past, but she had never purchased her own. What Laney was doing made her think about things she could buy to give them both pleasure. Things they could share together. Private things that only they would know about. It might have started as a random thought, but now that she was thinking it, she felt extra heat coil up tight inside of her and she fairly shook with it.

  “Are you okay?” Laney asked when she felt the shiver.

  “Yes,” Morgun panted. “Yes, I’m fine.”

  Laney’s finger circled her
clit again and Morgun shook. “You’re so incredibly sexy,” Laney breathed. “I love that I get to watch myself giving you pleasure. You have no idea how erotic it is. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

  Morgun gripped Laney’s neck and pulled her to her. She needed to kiss her. Needed that connection. Needed it because she needed to do something with her lips and tongue and mouth. She was already so close to the edge. Her whole body was straining.

  Laney kissed her hard. Her tongue twisted with hers. She suckled her lips, nipped her with her teeth softly. She was all fire. She knew just where to touch Morgun, just how much, when, knew just what combination of sensation to produce. Morgun whimpered and moaned into Laney’s mouth. Her body responded immediately to her touch. When Laney finally took pity on her and ground down into the right spot, Morgun nearly screamed.

  And then Laney curled two fingers and thrust up into Morgun and it was game over. Laney knew just how to move her fingers. The right speed to thrust, the perfect curl. The heat coiled madly. Laney kept stroking her with long, hot, wonderful strokes. Morgun’s hips rolled and rocked with a violence that nearly astounded her. Everything inside her tightened. Laney kept rolling her hips too, rolling them into her own hand.

  Morgun was just about there, and so she was shocked when Laney broke the kiss and cried out right near her ear. Her body vibrated and shook above Morgun, but she didn’t stop thrusting deep into her core. She curled her thumb and pressed into Morgun’s clit, and an explosion detonated deep inside of her at the contact. Morgun felt her body clench up tight and then the spasms and waves came with a blinding intensity.

  They spiralled together and came together. Shook and vibrated and clenched around each other. Morgun panted and panted. Laney moaned, and that unfettered sound was better than a scream. Morgun let the waves rock over her. The climax was so hot and hard that she found herself clenching her teeth and scrunching her eyes so tight that when she finally released everything, her brow ached.