by Lucy Eden
“That’s my entire MO, babe.” Her face disappeared between Ness’s legs, nuzzling against her mound before she trailed kisses up her hips and belly. “I want to make you ache. I want you to need me so much, it makes you mad. Think you can be a good girl for me?” She drew a line with her tongue between the valley of Ness’s breasts before her mouth closed around one of her nipples. So hot and humid.
The softest moan slipped from Ness’s lips. “Uh … Uh-huh.” She couldn’t believe the woman who’d spent so much time getting on her nerves was now making her feel this good. If only all of life held such sweet surprises. Bree worked her mouth over the bud, sucking and leaving wet kisses before repeating her motions on its twin. Ness was a mewling mess by the time Bree drew Ness’s tongue into her mouth once more.
Bree’s hand drifted downward and grazed over her lover’s labia, teasing and tickling but never giving Ness what she craved. “Tell me you want me.” The pad of her finger teased at her slit. “I want to hear it.” Her touch ghosted Ness’s sensitive clit. “Say it in that pretty voice of yours, baby.”
“Please,” begged Ness, daring to look at her tormentor. The gaze she saw made her stomach drop and her cunt even wetter. Oh fuck, she’d never wanted anything more than what was happening. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Bree smirked like the wicked woman she was. Oh, she knew exactly how to work Ness into a frenzied wreck. “Come on, use all those words your smart brain knows.”
More heat suffused Ness’s cheeks. That slight edge of humiliation was really working for her. Somehow Bree knew just how she wanted to be treated. Made to beg. Made to admit her desires, to confront herself. She whined. How could someone read her so well?
“Please make me come.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Bree’s finger barely dipped into her lover’s slick core before circling her swollen clit with all the mastery of a pro.
“Ah, fuck…” she whispered as her eyes squeezed closed.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Bree’s breath was hot on her face as the woman hovered over her. Something in her gaze made Ness feel weightless.
Ness chewed her bottom lip, avoiding that unwavering gaze as she bit out “All day.”
“Tell me,” the line came out like a command.
It took a moment for Ness to speak, too wrapped up in the passion. “I was thinking about… I… I want your hand around my throat.” Her cheeks burned with admitting that. Would it be too much? Would it bring an end to what’s happening? Even that anxiety over asking did nothing but make her body feel more alive.
“Ahh,” Bree chuckled. “I knew you had some kink in you.”
The next thing Ness felt was the warmth of fingers gripping her neck. No pressure. Just the authority of ownership. It made her melt. It made her want to give Bree everything. Her hips bucked up toward Bree’s touch, yearning for more as she was held down against the mattress. Lids fluttered, then closed. She wondered what it would feel like to have a slight squeeze added in, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Next time.
She moaned, writhing.
“You’re so pretty like this, with your lips parted and your eyes shut tight,” said Bree. “Do you want more, baby?”
Ness bit her lip, opening her eyes once again. “Yes. Please.”
“Good.” Her tongue darted out to wet her mouth, like a wolf licking its chops. “Because I’m dying to taste you.”
Her brows furrowed when her throat was abandoned, but soon the skill of the other woman’s tongue made all that loss fade away. Ness sighed. She gripped the comforter, trying to will herself to last. It was going too fast, ending too soon. Her hips canted against Bree’s mouth, seeking out more sensation as her tongue slid between Ness’s folds. Mewls turned to whimpers and whimpers to soft, sweet moans as her body was explored. Her lust multiplied, coating Bree’s chin in her scent.
Quicker than Ness wanted, warmth unraveled at the base of her spine and exploded behind her eyes in climax. She wasn’t much of a screamer, but the room filled with a guttural moan as she came. Her stomach tightened. Toes curled. Her legs shook.
Bree stroked and nuzzled her thighs, letting her come back down to earth with silent praise and touches. “I hope this means you’ll let me take you out to dinner when we get back to normal human civilization?” Bree grinned as she crawled back atop her lover.
Ness chuckled and Bree nuzzled their foreheads together. “I’d say that’s a yes.”
Ness kissed her, feeling like their mouths somehow belonged together, then licked Bree’s chin clean. “Now, let’s make you feel good.”
She deftly flipped her lover over, grinning as the tables turned. “I’ve been wanting to worship you for months.” Her hand cupped a breast, kneading it through Bree’s shirt. She liked the idea of being naked while her lover remained clothed. It added to the tease of embarrassment that’d been fueling her fire, but now it was time to fulfil the fantasy she’d been harboring for months. Her mouth watered at the prospect.
“By all means.” Bree licked the corner of Ness’s lips. “I won’t stop you.”
Her hands slid under Bree’s tank top, pushing it up to just below her breasts. Soft kisses followed as Ness explored her lover’s body. Those taut abs, that firm skin, and the thickness of an athlete. She’d been dreaming of tasting her skin. Her tongue dipped into her navel and journeyed back up as she pushed the remaining fabric off Bree’s body.
Her clothes joined Ness’s on the floor. She inhaled, letting the woodsy scent take every sense over. Her eyes never left Bree as she gazed up and nuzzled her cheek into her breasts. They were better than she’d imagined. So soft and full.
“Aren’t you a sweet little kitten?” praised Bree as she provided her with doting pets. “To think you’ve been hiding right in front of me this whole time.”
Ness smiled. Oh, she was loving this.
Bree’s fingers slid over the hardened nipples before giving them a squeeze. “These taste even better, would you like to try them?”
Ness nodded and moved toward the offered peaches.
“No, no. Not so fast,” said Bree. “Open your mouth.”
Ness blushed but did as she was told. She would do anything for this woman.
“Good girl.” Two of Bree’s fingers entered the balmy wetness, venturing along her silky tongue toward the void of her throat. In and out they moved, fucking her. Their gazes locked on one another. “You look so pretty.” Bree purred; she pressed her fingers in a little more, testing Ness’ limits.
She gagged ever so slightly. Bree smirked. Ness’s cunt burned with need. This was so degrading, and it felt amazing. How could she ever go back to anything else after this? Pulling them from her mouth, Bree wiped the spit over the tips of her breasts.
“Now, you may enjoy them.”
Ness wasted no time. Her tongue danced around each hardened peak, suckling at them like they were the sweetest of delicacies. A gasp slipped passed her lips when Bree pressed her thigh between Ness’s legs.
“You’re still so wet.” She moved around, her voice breathy and low, tinged with a moan. “Feel how slick you are? Baby’s been needing this for a long time, hasn’t she?”
Wow, that condescension was shockingly sexy. This woman was certainly testing how aroused she could become. All Ness could do was nod as a nipple popped free from her mouth.
“Do you want more?”
Her brows furrowed. “But it’s your turn…”
“Shh, we can both have fun.” Bree gripped her wrist, slowly sliding her hand down her body until it brushed the hair of her mound. “Touch me. But don’t you dare stop grinding against my thigh. Do you understand?”
Fuck. “Yes.” She swallowed.
Bree gave her a stern look as if she’d forgotten something.
“Yes, ma’am…?” Her brows lifted. Hopefully, that was right. And to think she was the boss in their professional relationship.
That earn
ed her a smile. A smile that made Ness’s heart swell. Oh God, she could totally see herself falling for this woman. There would be no going back after tonight. No way of only being colleagues again.
Her touch trailed through Bree’s slightly damp pubic hair as she inched closer to her slit. Their combined scents made the air heady and intoxicating. She stared at Bree as her fingers dipped between her folds to nudge her plump clit. Her lover was so sexy, her mouth barely parting as a sigh released. Time seemed to disappear as she worked her fingers. Every undulation of Bree’s body brought her thigh up to Ness’s core.
Ness pulled her touch away, bringing fingers to her mouth to lick clean. She smirked.
“Come here.” Bree crooked a beckoning finger her way.
Their mouths met, opening for one another and sharing the lust on Ness’s tongue. Her touch found Bree’s slit once more. This time, she teased her opening a bit before slipping a finger, then another, into her. She pressed harder against the leg between her own, rocking back and forth. Ness never wanted this moment to end.
She devoured each and every moan Bree gave her, letting them all pound into the dam surrounding her heart. Maybe she would try again. Maybe she would let Bree in. The woman seemed to have the key. She prayed it wasn’t just the amazing sex talking.
Little whimpers escaped her throat now. Her slick cunt ground along Bree’s muscular thigh. So wet. So powerful beneath her. Bree’s pussy sucked at her fingers, greedy and hot. Fuck. It was becoming too much. She rode harder, faster.
“There you go.” Bree smiled against her mouth. “Let it all out, sweetheart. You’ve been holding all this in so long, haven’t you?”
Ness nodded, a soft whine following. She wanted to be talked to like this forever. It felt safe with Bree, safe to explore all of this. Whatever this was. Warmth rushed down her spine. She gripped Bree’s hip and rode, letting each wave crash within her.
“You have absolutely no idea how gorgeous you are when you come.” Bree stroked her cheek with the backs of her fingers.
She leaned into Bree’s touch, panting as her eyes opened once more. “I want to watch you now.”
Bree grinned, then moaned at Ness’s re-entry.
Ness had come twice now. It was time to give back, to finally hear what she’d only imagined in her dreams each night. Her touch began slowly, teasingly, then once again she pressed two fingers deep, curling up to stroke Bree from within.
“Don’t stop…” Bree’s eyes clamped shut. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
Ness fucked her, the pace growing steadier, quicker. The heel of her hand ground against Bree’s clit. Her body writhed beneath Ness. Ness wanted to lick her neck, to feel the tendons tense and release against her tongue, but that would mean missing the beautiful sight before her. She couldn’t do that.
Bree bucked into Ness’s hand. Her nipples were so taut. Her fingers gripped at the comforter. She moaned, her core pulsing and sucking at Ness’s fingers.
“And you say I look pretty when I come…” Ness teased as she watched her lover.
Bree chuckled, her body giving a few more spasms as Ness moved slowly, trying to keep her climax going. Bree reached up and grabbed her neck. She pulled her closer, their mouths crashing into one another.
Ness’s fingers disappeared into the softness of Bree’s hair, trailing along her nape and back up. Her lover’s hands roamed her body and pressed her closer. Their bodies fit so well together. She could get used to this. Used to how safe and happy she felt in Bree’s arms, like maybe nothing could ever hurt her again. Like maybe she could give love another try.
She slumped against Bree once their lips parted. Ness sighed, feeling limp and spent. “I still never got to taste you.”
Another chuckle. “We have all night and every day after that. There’s no rush.” She pushed Ness’s damp hair off her cheek.
“We do?” Ness gazed up at her. Did Bree want this as much as she did?
She nodded. “Only if you want.”
“I do want that.” Her fingertips traced circles along her skin.
Bree pressed a kiss to her lips and playfully slapped her backside. “Good. Now go to sleep, you little ass.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She snickered and nestled against Bree’s chest. She couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brought.
About The Author
Torrance Sené
Torrance Sené (www.torrancesene.com) resides in the southeast US and often dreams about the beach. When not writing, she can usually be found feeding her addictions to tea, planners, K-pop, and books, and also writing under the pen name Cassie Donoghue. You can find her work online through her website and in anthologies published by Cleis Press, HarperCollins UK, and more.
More Books by Torrance Sené
Burning Desire: A Stepbrother Romance (Forbidden Book 1)
Best Erotic Romance 2013
Paranormal Erotica
About Holding On
An anxious woman and a man with a protective streak discover that sometimes taking a chance is the only thing you need to find someone to hold on to.
Author Note:
Please be aware that this story contains references to an off the page car crash, and has on page PTSD trauma. I hope I have treated these issues with the care that they and you deserve.
Holding On
Ali Williams
She’d gotten lightheaded the first time that they’d kissed.
They’d been at her favourite bookshop in town and he’d been talking about listening to War of the Worlds on repeat, half singing little snippets of it to her, and all she could think about was the fact that she wanted him to kiss her. That for all their attraction to each other, for all his swagger and his ability to make her laugh, that it was this version of him that she wanted to kiss the most; sweet, a little self-deprecating, and ever so slightly geeky. And she’d found herself stepping up close, laughing at what he said, and then looking at him. There’d been a moment when his words died on his lips and he looked at her back, and that moment? That was the moment when she realised that this would be a Kiss.
And it was. He could kiss.
He could really kiss.
It had been gentle and sweet, and then as she deepened it, their lips scalding against each other’s, he’d pulled her flush against his body and she found herself being thoroughly kissed in a manner that made her heart beat that little bit faster and her glasses fog up in a way they hadn’t in years. If his hand hadn’t snaked around her waist, anchoring her, she wasn’t entirely sure that her knees wouldn’t have given way. Then they’d come up for air, eyes averted, suddenly shy, with a slightly awkward laugh and a glance round to see if anyone else in the shop had seen them, when all she’d wanted to do was to grab the lapels of his shirt and pull him back towards her, to lean up against the bookshelves and kiss and kiss until they were dizzy with desire and she could feel him again, hard against her thigh.
Each time they’d met, it had been exactly like that. Spending lazy afternoons in pubs, singing their hearts out in karaoke bars, dancing at spontaneous gigs on the beach. They’d walk and talk for hours, eating up days and moments, as if time didn’t exist. He’d tease her in a way that made her blush until he apologised in a half laughing voice that said that he wasn’t all that sorry really, that he liked seeing her shy and laughing and flustered. And then eventually that look would creep back in. She’d catch his eye and there it was again. That need to be kissed.
She wasn’t quite sure why it was that he affected her like this.
No. That was a lie.
There was the fact that he was funny, and a little more cool than she knew what to do with, and just the right amount of nerdy. And he was interested in what she had to say and her opinions; wanted to know her. Wanted her to take up space in his life. There was a comfort between the two of them that made her want to bare herself to him, to let her vulnerabilities and softness unfurl petal by petal until he held her delicate fragility in his hands. And when he kis
sed her there was laughter and desire intermingling in his eyes as he captured each gasp that she breathed out with his lips. Fingers dancing along the underside of her knee – the most innocuous of movements, but one that drove her wild – and then the feel of his breath along her neck as he bent to kiss along her jawline. They were the sweetest of moments. Ones that made her head spin with dreams of kisses pressed against her lips on Saturday afternoons on the couch in front of the tv.
And now she was here, at his flat. By his front door. The first date at his place.
She paused momentarily, not wanting to lift her hand to knock into the possibility of something going wrong. Up until here, up until now, anything could happen. But the moment that she stepped through that door, anything would. She’d end up spilling something on the carpet, or coughing at a really inopportune moment, or even embarrassing herself by shrieking at a particularly jumpy point in the film they’d planned to watch, and finish it off by falling off the sofa. None of those things appealed, and whilst she was outside the flat, none of them were actually happening.
It was, she decided, the Schrödinger’s cat of romantic possibilities.
She’d probably have waited outside for far longer than was entirely necessary if he hadn’t opened the door, all ruffled blond hair and easy smiles. And then she felt all kinds of comfortable, all kinds of relaxed, reassured that he wouldn’t laugh at her too much if she really did fall off the sofa.
Stepping into the apartment, he leant down to kiss her cheek, lips caressing her skin in a movement that made her sigh involuntarily, and then flush as his blue eyes met hers, amused. Delighted by that giveaway sound.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Words that would usually flow, unbidden, to her lips froze upon her tongue as she found herself grinning at him, unable to keep a smile from floating across her face. It felt like there was a warm glow inside her, one that heated her up from the inside out, and as his hand glanced against hers as she handed him her coat, she couldn’t help but smile a more secret smile to herself.