by J. M. Dabney
“Ms. Slade, I believe you’re wearing way too many clothes.” She felt helpless like never before. The normally shy Eva eased her suit jacket over her shoulders and down her arms, where it fell with a whisper of sound to the carpet. No hesitation marked her movements, the tie loosened and joined Andrea’s jacket. “It’s been a very long while, so let me play okay?”
She could only nod while her clothes were removed. With each opened button, warm lips met exposed skin. Eva leaned in to flick her tongue over her nipples, her breasts pressed to Andrea’s stomach. By the time the woman finished, not an inch of her torso hadn’t been licked, nipped, or kissed. Andrea shuddered then wrapped her arms around Eva. Her lips found Eva’s, taking her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. Her woman’s heart beat hard against her own, and she moved them backward to the bed.
“Lie down, Eva.” She obeyed, spreading out on the bed, long, fiery curls fanning out on the white comforter. Andrea licked her lips. “You’re so fucking perfect, do you know that?” The color highlighting her lover’s cheeks revealed the shyness beneath the confident woman of moments before.
Toeing off her shoes, she kicked them aside before she unbuckled her belt, slipped the button free, and slid her slacks down her hips.
“Andrea, please, I need you, have for so long.” The pleading voice urged her into action. She stepped to the foot of the bed to hook her fingers in the sides of her woman’s panties and pulled them down her legs. With the silky fabric out of the way, she grasped slender ankles and set them on her shoulders. Andrea kissed her way down one curvy leg to the knee and then repeated the motions in reverse on the other. Whimpering, her lover shifted restlessly. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of warm, silky skin beneath her hands and mouth.
Her woman might not believe her, but Eva was perfect. Andrea would never get enough. “Scoot up.”
Eva moved until her head rested on the pillows. Crawling up the bed, Andrea slipped her palms under Eva’s thighs pressing them back toward her body.
Andrea gazed at the glistening, swollen lips and the clit peeking from between, and she couldn’t resist any longer. She lowered her head to swipe her tongue over Eva. Gathering the sweetness on her tongue, she rolled it around, savoring it. “Later, I’m going to lick and suck at this sweet pussy until you’re begging me to stop. But, for now, I have to see what you look like when you come.”
Pupils dilating, her lover reached for her. She moved to straddle Eva, lowering her pussy to Eva’s. She shuddered when wet flesh met. Her heart stuttered, and she leaned forward. Arms wrapped around her woman’s trembling body, lips met, tongues dancing as two sets of hips rolled. Their clits grazed one another, and heat pulsed in her belly. Her shaking matched that of the woman beneath her. Between deep kisses, panting joined moans and groans.
Andrea sunk her fingers into auburn hair, curved them around her nape. “So fucking beautiful.”
“I…Andrea…harder, faster, I….”
Her thoughts splintered, whatever she was going to say shifted and was replaced by whimpers at the increased rotation and pressure of her hips. Names repeated, pleas for more, lips came together in awkward kisses. No finesse existed, no pretty words, just need and Eva meeting her caress for caress.
“Come for me, baby. I can’t wait.” Nails dug into her back, a stinging drag along flesh, and the tightness built to a painful clench, a knot in her tummy. She held on tight. Eva’s shaking increased, and then a low-pitched moan built in intensity until her name turned into a scream from Eva’s lips. She let herself go.
Shaking and grinding, she lost herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled her hips in tiny circles, drawing out both their releases, until she had no choice but to collapse, her sweaty, flushed face pressed into the curve of Eva’s neck. Only their labored breaths, easing back to normal, broke the silence. They held each other and, for a moment, no words were needed. No other experience had ever been so satisfying.
Chapter Nine
Eva lay with her head on Andrea’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm and drawing lazy patterns on her woman’s flat stomach. Her thigh rested across her lover’s hips. Her lover—the thought made her want to giggle like a schoolgirl. She hadn’t expected the night to end with them as lovers. Even if it hadn’t, she’d never have forgotten the first touch of their lips.
Fingertips moved over the curve of her hip, tickling over her side. Her breath caught, goose bumps rose on her skin, and pleasure danced along her nerve endings, tightening her nipples, causing them to throb.
“Too late for takeout?”
Smiling sleepily, she lifted her head to check the digital readout on her alarm clock. “One a.m. We slept longer than I thought.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Well, I can make us a couple of sandwiches, if you’re hungry.”
“What if I’m craving something else?”
“And what might that be?” She lifted up, sliding on top of Andrea to straddle her hips. Sitting up, she looked down at dark, shadowed eyes.
A lust-filled grin curved Andrea’s mouth, and Eva shivered. Warm hands stroked up her thighs to her hips, squeezing tight before moving behind to grip her ass. “You, Eva, just you. C’mere, baby.”
Not able to resist the heat in Andrea’s voice, she leaned forward. The moment their lips met, so did the tips of their tongues. Eva’s fingers gripped short hair, her nails scoring her woman’s scalp and causing a deep rumble. The hard peaks of her breasts grazed Andrea’s upper chest, and the angle of their kiss changed. Perfection. She’d always loved to kiss. It didn’t matter if they were soft and slow, lingering, heated, or desperate and rough. Something about a kiss and the way her body pressed to another; she loved the simple intimacy.
This was her ultimate kiss, sharp nips and soothing sucks. She rolled her hips, rubbing her wet pussy to Andrea’s lower belly. Trembling at the pleasure she’d never craved like this, she also hungered for the woman’s every caress. “I’ve laid in this bed thinking about you, touching myself so many nights, coming so hard. But the reality of you is so much more breathtaking.”
“I make you breathless?” Andrea asked the question without ever taking her lips from Eva’s, like she couldn’t bear to be separated from her. A stray breeze from the window stroked over her skin making Eva quiver, and she burrowed closer to Andrea.
“Yes, even without touching me, all you have to do is smile.” A strange darkening of Andrea’s eyes made her worry she’d admitted too much, but she didn’t have time to take the words back. Andrea thrust her tongue deep into Eva’s mouth. The kiss ended with gasps for breath.
“I need you. Straddle my shoulders. I wanna taste that pussy. I consider earlier just a fucking tease.”
Eva’s pussy clenched, and her breath hitched. Rising onto shaky limbs, she crawled toward the head of the bed. Her teeth sank into her lower lip. Kisses and tiny bites peppered her stomach then inner thighs. Hot breath fanned her aching lips. She gasped, the painful clench making her tighten her muscles to keep her upright.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Eva slammed her eyelids shut and gripped the top of her headboard. Andrea took a broad, slow swipe.
“You taste even better.”
“God, Andrea!” The thrusting pressure inside her, the curl of her tongue made Eva roll her hips forward. She circled them and pushed down onto Andrea’s face. A growl came from beneath her, and she froze. A moment later, the flat of a slender hand connected with her right butt cheek, the sting of the smack causing a hard shudder to work down her spine.
Andrea retreated and Eva moaned at the loss. She wanted to beg. Eva wanted more. “Ride my tongue. Show me how much you need me. Have you thought of this before, Eva?”
The question took her off guard. Andrea spoke and her mind went blank. Puffs of warm air teased her pussy. She rested her head against the headboard and another smack connected, this time on the opposite cheek.
“Answer me, Eva!”
“Yes, yes! I’ve thought about this, please….”
Andrea stiffened her tongue and plunged inside. She let out a shaky breath and rolled her hips, riding in small, easy circles, her stomach drawn in tight. The spankings didn’t stop. Each one increased the speed and grind. The faster she rode Andrea’s mouth, the louder Andrea’s moans and growls became. She couldn’t do more than whimper. Her heavy breasts bounced, the tips grazing cool wood.
Her woman’s wicked tongue curled and thrust; the tip of Andrea’s nose teased her clit. She was on fire, her skin burned, and her chest ached from forgetting to breathe. No one had ever taken her like this, an overload of senses, the pleasure of the tongue fucking and pain of the spankings. But the more out of control she became, the more the woman wordlessly urged her on. She didn’t know how long she could last. Her ass bounced as Andrea increased the speed and intensity, and she felt helpless. No longer was she in control of her body. Need took over, and the talented mouth worked her to perfection.
A finger teased around the tight opening of her ass. “Andrea!” The pressure increased, her woman’s tongue disappeared, and she froze above Andrea’s face.
“Is that a no? Because someone let slip a certain woman I adore likes a little ass play. Am I wrong?”
When she tried to answer, a squeak was all that came out. Eva rolled her hips backward, and Andrea’s fingers teased her opening harder. That particular like had always made her feel strange and she didn’t understand why. Mark hadn’t liked it, so she hadn’t asked after a few times, but she loved the pleasure/pain.
“No, no.” She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “I like it, but you don’t have t—”
Two fingers slipped inside her, thrusting in and out before they moved back to her anus. Her woman circled the rim, not driving inside, only teasing and massaging her hole. Her thoughts splintered, soft lips wrapped around her sensitized clit, sucking on and off, the wet sex sounds, moans, and groans a background soundtrack.
She rode fingers and tongue, bounced and rolled. Her hands fell to her breasts, pinched and pulled at her nipples. The telltale tightening of her stomach, the quivering of her thighs told her how close she was to losing it. She didn’t want it to end here. Part of her still waited for her to awaken and this to be a dream, or for Andrea to regret their night in the light of day. She wanted these memories, wanted to commit each detail, etch it into her mind. “I’m gonna come, not yet, please, just….”
Her rambling made no sense. The pleasure Andrea gave her turned into her focal point.
“Don’t move.” The order was unmistakable. She whimpered in protest when Andrea’s fingers and mouth retreated. She looked over her shoulder to find Andrea kneeling behind her. “Keep your hands on the headboard and arch your sexy ass back toward me.” Her woman’s front met her back, and her mouth fell to her neck where she sucked lightly—not enough to leave a mark, but enough to send Eva’s senses reeling once more. “I’m going to get my fingers nice and wet. Gonna give my baby exactly what she needs.”
She didn’t know what it meant, but soon fingertips were gathering her wetness and the pressure returned to her ass. She arched her back in a deep bow. Fingertips worked inside offering just enough fullness, and then Andrea’s free hand moved around to the front.
“I wish I had my strap on. I would make you feel so fucking full. Would you like that? Me riding you hard and fast. Fuck, baby, I can already picture the bounce of your gorgeous ass when I bend you over.” The tone was low and husky.
What the fuck was the woman doing to her?
Teeth sank gently into side of her neck. “I have never wanted to mark a woman before, never felt possessive, but I want everyone to know you’re mine, only mine.”
All words ceased, and the dual assaults to her sanity began. Fast rotations over her clit, teasing the tip, making her tremble, but those fingers thrusting in and out stole all restraint. She bucked, circling her hips in wide arcs, whimpering, pleading for the woman to stop, to not stop, to make her come, to make it last—her head empty of all coherent thought.
At the edge of her mind, she sensed Andrea’s hips moving against her ass. Andrea groaned, and her pebbled nipples grazed her back. She lifted her arms over her shoulders, wrapped them around her woman’s neck, and held on. The ecstasy bordered on painful torment, every muscle in her body tensed, held on the edge of losing control. “Oh. My. God!”
Andrea’s fingers thrust in deeper. “Come for me, Eva. I’m so fucking close. I want to feel your ass tightening around my fingers. You’re so fucking wet. Show me how much you enjoy my loving.”
At the mention of loving, insane or not, she lost it, throwing her head back, a scream aimed toward the ceiling, and she shook uncontrollably. Andrea groaned her name, shoving her body roughly against the headboard. Collapsing on shaky legs, she enjoyed the strong arms circling her, holding her so tight she couldn’t catch her breath. A sweaty forehead came to rest between her shoulder blades. They fell into a comfortable silence, only broken by heavy panting and moans of fading pleasure.
The sun had just started to rise, sending rays through the lace curtains, and Eva woke with Andrea spooned her. Visions of the night before made her feel flushed, and she snuggled closer to the warm body and let out a contented sigh. No way would she go back to sleep, but she didn’t want to wake Andrea.
“It’s too early to be awake, baby.” A sleepy voice ruffled the curls at her nape.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You don’t get enough sleep.”
“I’ll agree, but not every day do I get to wake up to a beautiful, sexy woman in my arms, especially not twice in one day.”
She chuckled. “Beautiful? These curls of mine are like an orange afro this morning.” She closed her eyes as Andrea brushed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Maybe a little, but still beautiful.”
“Thanks, I think.”
Arms tightened, and her partner laughed low. “No regrets?”
At the question she turned to stare, a joke balanced on the tip of her tongue to break the sudden tension, but Andrea’s worried expression stopped her. “Andrea.” Raising her left hand, she stroked her woman’s cheek. “I’ve thought about this longer than I want to admit. This I’d never regret, but if you’re having second—”
A soft kiss cut her off, and a sleepy brown gaze met hers. “No, there’s not an ounce of regret or second thoughts.”
“For someone who told me you just say good morning and good-bye to one-night stands….”
“You’re not a one-night stand. You’re a once in a lifetime, and I wasn’t blowing smoke when I said I wanted to give this a go.”
Her heart skipped a beat. A once in a lifetime. She’d never been thought of like that. Could she accept it at face value, or would she pick it apart for ulterior motives? “I know, honey. Last night turned out amazing, the best first date ever.”
Andrea laughed. “I had a whole night planned. Dinner at the best restaurant in town, dancing at Stiletto.”
She frowned.
“Hey, don’t do that. I’ve no complaints at all. I wanted to make it perfect.”
“It was, I promise. And we’ve plenty of time to do all the rest one night soon.”
“I’ve never danced with you, well, slow. We have in a group at Sappho, but I want an old fashioned slow dance.”
“Are you a closet romantic?” She rolled to her side and brought her hands up to trace Andrea’s features with the tips of her fingers.
“Not really. I’ve never been comfortable in the closet. Besides, I love the sweet little smile you get.”
She dropped her face to Andrea’s chest, hiding her heated cheeks. She’d overcome most of her shyness, but something about the woman caused her to blush quicker than anything. Slender fingers wrapped around the back of her head and pressed a kiss to the top. “A woman of my advanced years shouldn’t blush so much.”
“Advanced? I do see the gray. Is my baby ready for the nursing home?”
“Kiss me.”
Lifting her head, she looked into Andrea’s eyes, and the emotion in her gaze lacked the heat of the night before, but contained something softer, sweeter. She didn’t want to analyze it. She just wanted to enjoy having Andrea belong to her while she could.
Their mouths met, everything around them forgotten except for slow, lingering kisses, tangled limbs, and whispered words. There were unspoken promises or wishful thinking. She didn’t want to assume, but nothing stopped her from wishing for promises of forever.
Chapter Ten
Stolen kisses, a few dinners, and a week of long night talks on the phone and she wanted more, but she had to work. Watching her lover all day every day in the office without being able to touch her the way she wanted was driving her insane. The memories of the weekend before weren’t helping. Flashes of visions—the sheen of sweat on Eva’s porcelain skin, flush of her cheeks, the way her body arched before she whimpered then screamed when she came—made her needy.
It wasn’t only about the sex. Silly things she’d never thought about before made her smile at strange moments. Things like coming home at the end of the day to have dinner with Eva, or finding the woman already standing on the porch waiting for her. Cuddling on the couch, falling asleep, and waking up with her lover for the rest of her life. She’d thought about it in daydreams but never in the context of reality.
The depth of her need for those things shocked her. With her parents’ pasts and her own dismal record in the romance department, she’d decided to push them away, filing them under unattainable.
Her phone rang. Eva had taken a personal day, leaving her in charge of her own phone,. “Andrea Slade.”
“Andrea, sweetie, have you come to your senses yet? I’m on my way home. No more business trips for a while. It’ll just be the two of us when I get there.”