by Gerri Hill
Sara could take no more. She felt as if she were drowning, sinking into blackness, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. A kaleidoscope of colors nearly blinded her as she came, but still, Jaime’s mouth held her, continuing her assault on her as wave after wave rammed into Sara, causing her to call out Jaime’s name again and again.
Sara’s body finally gave way and she lay limply on the bed. Only then did Jaime’s mouth leave her.
“I thought my body was going to explode,” Sara murmured. “Actually explode.” She rolled her head to the side as Jaime moved up beside her. “That’s never happened to me before.”
Jaime’s hand was trembling as she reached over to touch Sara’s face, her fingers moving lightly against her skin.
“What’s wrong?” Sara asked. “You’re shaking.”
“I don’t know,” Jaime said quietly. “I feel kind of strange,” she admitted.
Sara sat up, watching Jaime. “Strange?” She took Jaime’s hand and kissed it, then brought it to her breast, smiling as Jaime’s fingers surrounded it. “No, not strange. I would just say nice.”
Jaime cocked her head. “Nice?”
Sara nodded. “Yeah. Falling in love feels nice. Doesn’t it?”
Their eyes held and Jaime forgot to breathe. Then she smiled, her eyes never leaving Sara’s.
“Falling in love . . . yeah, it feels really, really nice.”