Miles Apart

by A. L. Brooks

  “God, Alex, you’re…” Justine looked up at Alex and leaned forwards to kiss her. “You are so gorgeous I can’t even find the words to properly tell you how I feel.”

  “Then don’t.” Alex smiled, her body throbbing. “Show me.”

  Justine’s groan was animalistic. She lunged in, her mouth claiming Alex’s once more. She held Alex close, her hands wandering over Alex’s skin, trailing goose bumps and warmth wherever her fingertips landed. Alex pulled back from their kiss, desperate to feel Justine’s equally naked skin against her own.

  “Undress. Now,” she said, twirling her finger in a head-to-toe motion the length of Justine’s body.

  Justine grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” And she laughed outright as Alex quirked her eyebrows and allowed her most salacious smile to paint her face.

  God, they were so in tune with each other. What if they hadn’t taken this chance? What if they’d let this go by? Alex shook the thoughts off. They were here, now, and that was all that mattered. That and the fact she was about see Justine naked for the first time, and the anticipation of that, building from Justine’s slow strip, was driving her insane. Justine’s shirt was off now, revealing a plunging turquoise bra that cupped and lifted her breasts deliciously.

  “Oh, God,” Alex murmured. She raised her eyes to meet Justine’s gaze. “Faster. I want to see you.”

  Justine’s breath hitched and her fingers fumbled with her zipper. Finally she got it and pushed the trousers off her hips to the floor. She stood for a moment in her matching turquoise blue bikinis, dazzling in their sexiness, and Alex drank in the sight. This was something she’d dreamed of, so many times over so many months.

  “Do the rest for me?” Justine asked, her smile cheeky even as her chest heaved with her desire.

  Alex didn’t need asking twice. She stepped forwards and reached for the clasp at the front of Justine’s bra. “Hm, front-fastening. How convenient.”

  Her blood roared in her ears as she unsnapped the fastening, and she groaned as Justine trembled when Alex’s fingers pushed the bra way. Alex took a moment to observe, to think about exactly where she wanted to plant her mouth on the curves on offer before her. Justine’s small but beautifully formed breasts had Alex’s mouth watering at the prospect of tasting them. Staring into Justine’s eyes, she cupped a breast in each hand. They sat perfectly in her palms, the pale pink nipples, hardening by the second, pushing between her fingers.

  “Oh, Alex,” Justine murmured, and her eyes fluttered shut.

  Alex dipped her head and took one breast into her mouth, devouring it. Justine gasped and pushed against her, offering her more. Alex took it all, swirling her tongue around the nipple before tugging it with her teeth.

  “Jesus!” Justine’s voice sounded strained, and Alex understood her torture. It was all she could do not to throw Justine onto the bed behind her and dive in.

  She pulled back from Justine’s breast and reached for her bikinis. Justine quivered as Alex’s fingers pushed at the fabric, guiding it over Justine’s hips, then bending to help pass the discarded briefs down her legs to the floor. She caught the scent of Justine then and moaned. Kneeling, she let Justine step out of the briefs before pressing her forehead against the soft skin of Justine’s abdomen, just above the trimmed patch of curls at the apex of her thighs.

  Justine held her head as Alex breathed her in, running her hands up Justine’s legs, up the backs of her thighs to her ass, where she clasped lightly at the soft, yet muscular globes. She tugged on the curves where Justine’s ass met her thighs to indicate that Justine should open her legs. Once Justine had obeyed, without any hesitation Alex ran her tongue down over the crisp curls to the wetness that awaited her. Justine’s gasp rent the air, and the throbbing in Alex’s clit increased tenfold.

  Justine tasted so sweet. Oh, God, so, so sweet. Alex lapped at her, Justine’s gasps and small cries adding to Alex’s arousal by the second, along with the sensation of coating her lips and tongue in the delicious moisture flooding out of Justine.

  “Alex, I-I can’t stand up anymore,” Justine said, her voice a ragged whisper.

  Alex lifted her head, swiping one more long lick over Justine’s clit before smiling at her. “Then why don’t you lie down and let me carry on?”

  Justine stumbled backwards and Alex crawled across the short distance to the bed to sit between Justine’s legs, which were draped over the edge of the mattress. She took a moment to look up the landscape of Justine’s beautiful body, aching at the view, before dipping her head between Justine’s thighs.

  “Oh, God,” Justine moaned as Alex resumed exactly where she had left off, only this time with significantly easier access. Her palms pressing against the insides of Justine’s thighs, she pushed Justine’s legs as far apart as she could, then pressed her face against the deliciously wet folds of Justine’s pussy. She sighed into the touch. This was perfect. Being here, right here, was everything she wanted. Slowly, teasingly, she truly tasted Justine, learning what she liked, and didn’t like, doing everything she could to bring this woman the most pleasure she possibly could. Finally, when she judged Justine couldn’t wait any longer—if the arch of her hips was any indication—Alex moved her focus to Justine’s swollen clit. Taking it between her lips, as Justine cried out above her, she licked at it with firm strokes that had Justine’s fingers digging into Alex’s hair.

  Justine’s orgasm, when it hit a few moments later, caused Alex’s thighs to clench in semi-release. But her joy at bringing such pleasure to Justine overrode her own arousal and need. Justine held her close, keeping their connection while her aftershocks, of which there were many, shuddered through her.

  “Come here, please.” Justine sounded…emotional. Suddenly worried, Alex clambered up the length of Justine’s body to lie on top of her. She gazed into Justine’s eyes.

  “Are you okay?”

  Justine nodded and pulled Alex down for a tender kiss, her tongue only just reaching for Alex’s before she moved away and her head flopped back against the bed.

  “That…I…” Justine swallowed. “That was incredible.”

  Relief washed through Alex. “I agree,” she said, smiling widely. “You felt incredible. And tasted amazing.”

  Justine grinned and her eyebrows hiked up her forehead. “Mm, and what do you taste like, huh?”

  Alex’s clit twitched at the question, but before she could respond, Justine flipped her over onto her back. Deceptively strong arms pinned her to the bed as Justine’s mouth went on a journey. She started with the sensitive spot just below Alex’s ear, kissing and licking until Alex squirmed beneath her. It was wonderful, the feeling of Justine’s naked body on top of hers, Justine’s mouth working its magic on her skin. And when she revisited Alex’s breasts, teasing and licking at her nipples, Alex knew her orgasm wouldn’t take long.

  “Justine,” she pleaded. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

  Justine lifted her head from Alex’s breast and smiled. A smile filled with tenderness and desire in an intoxicating combination that had Alex’s heart soaring. Then Justine was moving, rapidly, down Alex’s body to lie between her thighs, nudging Alex open further with her shoulders.

  The first touch of her tongue, licking delicately at her entrance, wrenched a deep groan from Alex. She anchored herself to the bed with her fists, clutching at handfuls of sheet. She’d never felt like this. Never felt so consumed by desire for one person that the merest of touches had the capacity to make her weep with joy. She tried to hold it back, tried to make it last, but the softness of Justine’s tongue on her swollen lips and clit, just the visual of her between her legs—when she could force her eyes open to take it in—blew every circuit in her brain. Two more firm licks across her clit and she was gone, the orgasm spiralling outwards across her thighs, her belly, and turning her limbs to liquid. Her hips lifted of
f the bed; she was vaguely aware that Justine rose with her, grasping her thighs, riding her pleasure together.

  The laughter came then, rippling up out of Alex’s throat. The sheer joy of release, and overwhelming relief that they were here. Finally.

  Justine chuckled from between Alex’s legs. “Please tell me the laughter is not a reflection on my love-making skills.”

  Alex giggled. “Come here. And no, it isn’t.” She waited until Justine was on top of her again, their bodies pressed tightly together from head to toe. She kissed her, trying to express with her lips all that she felt in the moment, because somehow words wouldn’t do it justice.

  Justine pulled back slightly, enough to be able to look in Alex’s eyes. “Sure you’re okay?”

  “Definitely. Everything about that was just so perfect. I laughed because the happiness kind of overwhelmed me for a moment.”

  Justine beamed. “Well, I’m glad it wasn’t just me who felt that way.”

  Shaking her head, Alex pulled her back down for another kiss, this one deeper and longer.

  This time when Justine lifted her head, she looked serious.

  “What?” Alex asked, rubbing her thumb along Justine’s jawline.

  “You leave on Saturday.” Justine looked like a kicked puppy.

  “I know,” Alex responded quietly. “But you know I’ll be back, yes? I don’t know how long it will take, but I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen. Okay?”

  Justine kissed her. “Will you come to mine tomorrow, for dinner? Stay the night? You can go to the airport from there on Saturday. I know the company’s paid for this room until then, but—”

  Alex cut her off with a finger pressed against her lips. “I don’t care if they take the cost of it out of my salary. I’m definitely spending tomorrow night with you at your place. It’ll be nice to see beyond the hallway,” she said with a smirk.

  Justine’s eyebrows shot up. “You… I can’t believe you said that! Right, that deserves a very special response,” she said, laughing as she once again pinned Alex to the bed. “Very special…” And she dipped her head and kissed Alex hard, her tongue demanding, firing up Alex’s desire in a millisecond. In the next moment she released one of Alex’s hands to rapidly sweep her fingers down Alex’s body and between her legs.

  “The last time you were in my apartment, I did this to you,” Justine rasped, and she pushed a finger swiftly inside Alex, making her gasp with pleasure. “And I want to do it again.” She pulled out, and re-entered her slowly. “And again.” She repeated the words over and over as she fucked Alex to a slow, deeper-seated orgasm that stripped her mind of all thoughts except those centred on just how much pleasure they could bring each other in the next thirty-six hours.

  Chapter 30

  The smile wouldn’t leave her face, no matter how hard she tried. Alex had even caught herself giggling at one point, much to the confusion of the two people working in the cubicles nearest her. She apologised as she blushed. She just couldn’t help it, though—a combination of a distinct lack of sleep, a sexual satisfaction the likes of which she’d never known, and the promise of whatever else she and Justine would share in only a few hours’ time meant she was walking on air.

  Although she did need coffee to counteract the first of her symptoms. She scooped up her mug and headed for the coffee machine down the hall. Being based on the executive floor for the week had its perks, including access to proper coffee brewed at regular intervals by the CEO’s executive assistant. As she stirred the hot liquid, her mind drifted with the swirling motion of the spoon, wondering what Justine would cook for them tonight. Would they even get as far as dinner? They’d both been insatiable for each other the night before. But equally it would be lovely to simply spend time together—cook a meal, talk, plan ahead. She tried not to dwell on the fact she’d have to leave Montreal in twenty-four hours, or that it would be who-knew-when before she could be with Justine again, and kiss those soft lips, and make love to that beautiful body.

  She smiled as certain parts of her own body responded to the thought—yeah, dinner might have to wait awhile. She hoped Justine could still finish on time. As today was Alex’s last day, she merely had a wrap-up meeting at four, which she fully expected to be walking out of at five. If Justine couldn’t finish her day by then, Alex had no idea what she—

  “Hey.” The whispered word made her jump and her spoon clattered to the floor. She whipped her head round to find Justine’s grinning face only inches from her own.

  She laughed. “Oh my God, you scared me.” She flicked her gaze around the room; it was empty. “What are you doing creeping up on unsuspecting women?”

  Justine’s grin widened. “If you hadn’t been so far away, you would have heard me walking over. Just where had your mind gone then, hm?”

  Alex blushed but held Justine’s gaze. “To last night. And tonight.” She was delighted at the slight flush that crept across Justine’s cheeks. She smirked. “I was wondering what you planned to cook and whether we’d ever eat it.”

  Justine sniggered. “Okay, fair point.” Her expression softened, and she sucked in a big breath. “Alex…” She stopped, swallowed. “I cannot stop thinking about you. About us.”

  Alex shuddered as waves of intense emotion washed over her. “Me too,” she whispered, aching to reach out, to touch.

  “Tonight, I want us to just…be, you know? To talk, and share, and imagine other nights like that in the future. Nights where we have all the time in the world to just…be.”

  Alex nodded, not trusting her voice, and her hands trembled by her sides.

  Justine glanced over her shoulder before turning back to Alex. “God, I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

  Alex was scorched by the heat in Justine’s gaze and took a step back simply to avoid the temptation to pull Justine in for a long, deep kiss.

  “Sorry,” Justine said, “I didn’t mean to—”

  “No, it’s okay. I…I like hearing you say that, but I’m afraid I’m about to act on it, and we can’t do that here.”

  Justine exhaled, then smiled. “Yeah, that was probably more than a little mean of me.”

  “It was,” Alex said, nodding, “but in good news, I totally forgive you.”

  Justine reached out a hand, and—

  “Ah, Alex, there you are,” said a loud male voice, and Alex nearly guffawed at the terrified expression on Justine’s face, thankfully hidden from their intruder. She neatly sidestepped Justine and moved behind her to greet the head of the legal department.

  “William, I was just making a coffee before joining you. Would you like one?”

  “No, that’s fine. I was just coming to say we’ve moved rooms—we’re now in conference room two.”

  “Lovely, I’ll see you there in a moment.”

  She waited until he’d left the room before she turned back to Justine, whose face had relaxed somewhat during Alex’s exchange with William.

  “Oh, honey,” Alex whispered, laughing, “your face was a picture!”

  Justine snorted. “Yeah, lesson learned—don’t ogle your girlfriend at the coffee machine.”

  “I don’t mind being ogled,” Alex murmured, smiling.

  Justine grinned. “Well, I’ll save it for later, shall I? Although, I think I can promise a lot more than just ogling…”

  It was Alex’s turn to blush again. “I’m counting on it,” she said, “so you’d better deliver.” Before Justine could respond, she winked, picked up her mug, and strutted out of the room.

  Justine could feel the warmth of Alex’s body behind her as she slid her key into the lock.

  “Does it feel odd to be back here?” Justine asked, mindful of the memories of their last time in her apartment.

  “A little,” Alex whispered. “But I’m hoping
we’re going to make some new, better memories here in a few minutes’ time.”

  Justine turned to look at her and grinned. “A few minutes? So we’re definitely not eating first?”

  Alex’s smile was wicked and sent a flash of want careening through Justine’s body. “We will be eating. Just not food.”

  Justine pushed the door open with such force it crashed back against the wall.

  “Steady,” Alex said, smirking. Then she was pushing Justine through the door, kicking it shut with her foot as she less than gently shoved Justine up against the wall. Her mouth was fierce on Justine’s, and Justine was almost overwhelmed by the need it engendered. The need for skin, and tongues, and fingers.

  “God, today has been torture,” Alex murmured as she halted her mouth’s progress across Justine’s jawline. “Especially since our little run-in at the coffee machine. Sitting in meetings all day and all I could think about was this.” She cupped Justine’s breasts. “And this.” She took Justine’s mouth in another searing kiss.

  “Bedroom,” Justine panted as their lips parted, grabbing Alex’s hand and pulling her down the hallway.

  “What, no tour?” Alex asked impishly.

  Justine laughed. “Later,” she said as they crossed the threshold to the bedroom. “Much later.”

  In less than three minutes she had Alex exactly where she wanted her. Naked, spread-eagled on her bed, with her fingers enveloped in the hot wetness of Alex’s pussy and her lips wrapped around an engorged nipple. Alex’s cries were soft but coloured with her desire, a desire Justine shared, a powerful expression of all they were coming to mean to each other. It was intense, and intoxicating, and, she had to be honest, a little terrifying. She didn’t want to lose this now.