If the Shoe Fits

by E. J. Noyes

  Her own sounds of pleasure as she pleasured me heightened my own need and added another level to arousal that was already running out of control. She knew what each twitch of my leg meant. When my hand tightened in her hair she repeated her movement, a slow soft swirl of her tongue around my clit. Then there was this incredible sucking thing that had me incoherent with pleasure. She adjusted to my involuntary cues and it wasn’t long before I felt the first insistent swell of my climax. Her hands and lips and tongue worked with skillful coordination until that delicious heat bloomed low in my belly as she drove me closer and closer to the brink.

  I lifted my head to watch her and in that first moment of eye contact, I felt so raw and exposed I was almost frozen. Her eyes were dark and wide with desire, and their undisguised need had me squirming even more underneath her intense gaze. Her free hand came to my stomach, stroking my skin gently in time with her tongue and the thrust of her fingers until the heat between my legs and rolling through my body grew to an unmistakable crescendo.

  I glanced in the full-length mirror in the corner of my room and the sight made my breath catch. Brooke with spread legs, a knee cocked up to expose her to my view. The glistening of her arousal was exposed to my gaze and the reflected image sent a thrill down my spine.

  I stared for as long as I dared, then it was all over. I threw my head back, arching up into her mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

  A low chuckle vibrated against my clit and I twitched again, balanced on the edge of climax. Brooke raised her head, grinning wickedly. “Yes, that’s the whole point.”

  Inexplicably, that panic rose again. I didn’t want to let go so early, didn’t want this to be all I had. Squirming, I tried to push her away. “No no no, not yet. It’s too soon.”

  “Too soon?” Her eyebrows rose. “Because you like being teased? You want me to draw things out?” She placed the lightest, softest kiss on my clit then rested her chin on my thigh, staring up at me.

  “Yes, no. I mean I do. Sometimes. I just don’t…I want more than this. I want it to last longer.” I was so desperate that I almost felt like I was about to cry. Very sexy, Jana.

  Brooke’s voice dropped, the hand on my belly making soft, soothing strokes. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to run out of steam after you’ve had an orgasm. This isn’t all there is tonight, or after if that’s what you decide you want.” She kissed my thigh, the warmth of her lips on my skin as sensual as any of her intimate kisses. “We’re not done until both of us are so satisfied we can barely move.”

  It was such a stupid fear and I felt ridiculous for having even worried about it. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” The kisses moved higher. “I promise…” She paused a moment, then dropped her head to put her mouth back on me.

  She walked me along the edge of the cliff and held me teetering there. She didn’t shove me over and wave goodbye, but carried me over, staying with me the whole time. As I crested and began to cry out, her fingers slid back inside and with that perfectly placed pressure, I climaxed. Heat scorched along my nerve endings until my body felt as though it was on fire. It was a familiar sensation yet at the same time, wholly new. Deeper, longer like a lower frequency, and almost too much.

  My words were a hoarse, unintelligible, endless stream of syllables crying out my pleasure. She reached up to take my hand, tangling our fingers together, grounding me as I bucked and shuddered. When my brain finally kicked in with something other than pleasure-pleasure-pleasure, I managed a very eloquent, “That was…holy shit. I, uh, incredible.”

  “Oh? I hadn’t noticed,” Brooke drawled.

  I swatted at her. “Smug.”

  “Just a bit.” She delicately wiped her mouth against the inside of my thigh and crawled back up beside me.

  We lay quietly for a short while, fingers slowly stroking over skin until I recovered enough to suggest, “Maybe I could try being smug too?”

  “I’d like that,” she said, the slight huskiness in her voice lending the simple words a slightly desperate air.

  I traced my fingers lightly over her breasts. “I’m going to need a little guidance. I, um looked up some stuff online but I really want to be able to please you, not just be a starfish.”

  Her eyebrows peaked. “Starfish?”

  “You know.” I spread my arms and legs. “Starfish. I’ll just lie here, come get me.”

  “Ohhhh.” Brooke laughed. “A pillow queen.”

  “So many new terms. Clearly I need to watch more videos, find a lesbian dictionary.”

  Brooke inhaled sharply when my lips brushed over an erect nipple. “You don’t know the half of it. But I’ll teach you all the important stuff.” She turned her head to me, her breath catching again. “So you researched?”

  The sound she’d made had my stomach twist with excitement. I backtracked to her nipple, this time gently rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as I talked. “A little…and I thought if I was up here the, uh, angle would be easier for me for my first try.”

  Brooke grinned. “You are so fucking sweet.” She kissed me, long and slow. “And that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.”

  “You’ll give me lots of feedback, right?”

  “Absolutely.” Her voice had dropped an octave and taken on a little rasp. “Kiss me. I love the way you kiss.”

  The kiss was slow and soft, a reconnection and reminder of what we were sharing. I was torn between pulling back to watch my hands on her skin and staying there to keep kissing her.

  Brooke made the decision for me. “Jana, that feels incredible but I’m about to explode.” She raised her head, her eyes slightly unfocused. “Please touch me.”

  Cautiously, I slid my hand down her belly. I’d touched her earlier, felt her against my thigh but this was completely different. I slipped my fingers through the neat patch of curls and into slippery heat. My stomach did a slow flip. “God you’re wet.”

  “You did that,” she murmured against the sweaty skin of my neck. “You coming in my mouth made me so fucking hot, Jana.” She gasped. “I’m not going to last long.”

  She murmured encouragement as my tentative hands and mouth explored her. Touching her, feeling her heat and desire and listening to her soft pleas had my excitement rising until I thought I’d come apart. The softness of her skin, the gentleness of her caresses at once soothed some of my worries and ignited my need. I reveled in her, the wholly new sensation of being naked beside a woman.

  After a careful exploration, I dragged my finger up through slick heat and pressed against her swollen clit. She jerked, her thigh coming up between mine. “Right there, that’s it.”

  I kept up the motion, trying to match the movement of her hips. I could smell her, the musky scent of her arousal making my body tight with want. I wanted to taste. Licking my way down her neck I savored her, my throat tightening as I thought of how she’d taste if I were to slide down the bed and take her in my mouth. I could almost feel the heat and tang on my tongue. I’d tasted myself on someone else’s mouth before, but this would be something new, exciting. Carefully, I brought my fingers to my mouth. She tasted incredible, sweet but musky, and that gentle but insistent throbbing set up residence between my legs again.

  Brooke groaned, her hand tightening on my shoulder. “Oh, God. Jana. Watching you suck me off your fingers is so fucking sexy.”

  I lowered my face to within an inch of hers. “You taste incredible. I want to lick you but…” I finger-walked my way back down to her clit, finding her even wetter than before. Now I was more confident, sure I could bring her to orgasm with my fingers. This time, our first time, more than anything, I wanted her to climax and I wanted it to be from me. Licking her could wait. But not much longer.

  “Inside,” she begged, lifting her hips and bucking up into my palm. “Fuck me please.”

  I slid a cautious finger into her depths and she let out a low moan. The sound caused a twitch between my thighs, another flutter of arousal and e
xcitement filled my belly. I added a second finger and worked some joint magic to keep my thumb stroking her clit, delighting in her long, low sound of pleasure.

  I’d never, ever experienced this before—this complete and utter overwhelming pleasure just from pleasuring someone else. I’d spent my whole life thinking one thing, and now I knew I’d barely scratched the surface of my desire.

  That desire grew as I watched her, the curves of her body as she bucked and writhed against me, the way she pinched her nipples and grabbed my wrist whenever I slowed down. “I’m close, please don’t tease,” Brooke begged. “You’re so good, you’re going to make me come.”

  She was so unashamed and unrelenting in telling me exactly what she wanted that with every word, I felt myself grow wetter. I’d never been with someone as vocal before, and especially not someone who didn’t make me feel like I wanted to giggle when they whispered dirty things in my ear.

  Brooke chanted my name, over and over, the pitch of that single word growing until it was less encouragement and more wonder. She gripped a handful of the hair at the back of my neck, buried her face in the curve of my shoulder, biting as she climaxed. The addition of this small pain sent my arousal into overtime and I could do nothing but hold on to her as she writhed against my hand.

  She was floppy, boneless in that way I recognized as post-orgasmic stupor. “Shit,” she breathed, releasing her grip on my hair and smoothing her hand over my head. She kissed my shoulder where she’d bitten me. “Sorry. God that was good. I totally forgot myself. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  I shifted so I could lie on her, more than a little pleased that it’d been me who’d done that to her. “You didn’t. I liked it. And I loved how vocal you were. It was so unexpected and so fucking sexy.”

  “Ah, yeah.” Her cheeks turned that delicious pink. “I may have dialed it up a couple of degrees for you. I wanted you to be sure you knew what you were doing felt really really good.”

  “Mm, it was a huge turn-on.” I smoothed my palm over her ribs. “And I’m certain there’s more vocabulary in there I haven’t heard.”

  “There might be, but you’re going to have to pull it out of me. You’re such a good learner.”

  “Only because I’ve had the best teacher. And I intend to pay very close attention to further lessons.” I rubbed my hand up and down the sweaty, slippery skin of her stomach. “Just so you know, I’m both a high achiever and a perfectionist.”

  She pulled me over until I lay on top of her. “I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy your learning process very much…”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  When I woke just after nine on Sunday morning, I was sprawled in my usual position with the unusual but very welcome feeling of a warm body against my back. I took a few moments to isolate the sensations—the light weight of her arm over my hip, warm breath on my neck, hair brushing my bare shoulders. Shuffling back, I pressed into her.

  Brooke’s arm tightened, pulling me even closer. “Morning,” she mumbled into my hair.

  “Hey.” Carefully, I rolled over. “How’d you sleep?”

  She stretched, muscles quivering. “Like a log. You totally wore me out. You?”

  “Same. I haven’t had a night like that in a very long time. Actually, not ever.”

  “I would hope not,” she remarked dryly.

  Laughing, I kissed her then extracted myself from her arms so I could use the bathroom. The image reflected back at me in the mirror was one of a woman who’d been up all night while someone reinvented her sexual wheel. Tired, but supremely satisfied. Come to think of it, satisfied didn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

  Speaking of scratches…

  There were some very faint ones on top of my shoulders, and also a hickey on my left breast. The hickey was a teasing joke. The scratches were not. Around midnight, lying twined with her in that half-awake, half-asleep limbo I’d groggily suggested teeth brushing and bed—real bed as in sleeping. I’d offered her a toothbrush and she’d produced an adorable mini just in case toiletries bag.

  We’d taken a shower to wash away sweat and sex, somehow managing to keep our hands mostly to ourselves. But when she kissed me goodnight, all bets were off. Once more we dissolved in a tangle of limbs, and the more things escalated the more I became aware of two overwhelming thoughts—I wanted her to come first, and I wanted her to come in my mouth.

  She didn’t push me, but as I made my way down her body I could feel the tightness of anticipation coiling in her body. The moment my tongue made contact with her wetness, Brooke exhaled a low moan. “Oh yes, that’s good. Again, just like that…please.”

  In that instant I forgot all my shyness. All my worry and my clumsiness. Every sense honed in on the way she pushed up into my mouth, her hand fluttering over my neck and gently tugging my hair, her nails digging into my skin, those sounds she made. Her scent and taste were intoxicating and in that moment, I understood with perfect clarity that this wasn’t about my insecurity. This was about her enjoyment, her pleasure. The only thing that mattered was her release.

  She’d made me comfortable with that same calm confidence she’d shown during all of our lovemaking. Even though it took a little time for me to figure things out with some misplaced strokes, missed cues and clumsiness, she gently helped me adjust, offering soft instruction until her breathing grew ragged and her feet began to move restlessly against the sheets. She tensed, arching when I swirled my tongue a little faster, and her plea was a hoarse, “Just…a little harder…oh fuck, I’m coming.”

  And it was one of the sexiest, most gratifying things I’d ever experienced. As I’d fallen asleep, cuddled up to her, I’m pretty sure I mumbled, “I could definitely get used to you…”

  And I swear she’d kissed my forehead and murmured, “Me too.”

  The reminder of the lovely naked woman in my bed snapped me out of my hazy, sex-satisfied memories. I paused in the bedroom doorway, just watching her. She lay on her back, body partially covered but her curves and swells were clear under the sheet. Oh boy.

  Brooke stretched again, a little squeak escaping as she arched her back. She rolled over, propping her head on her hand. “I hate to be this person, but I really need to get home and bust ass on your gift for Sabine and Rebecca. Someone has been occupying my evenings and I haven’t had as much time to work on it as I want.”

  I’d seen progress pictures of the work—a metal sculpture about a foot and a half long. Two women reclining, entwined so it seemed that they flowed into each another. They looked like they were one, yet separate. Awed, I’d tried to explain what I saw in it, using clumsy non-arty words, and Brooke had laughed and said that I’d pretty much nailed the concept. I couldn’t wait to give it to Sabs and Bec, and tell them proudly that Brooke had made it.

  I bent to kiss her, my hand on the bare skin of her belly. “Wow, someone sounds like a really demanding person.”

  “Oh she is. But I like it.” She tilted her head back, grinning up at me. “I especially liked how many orgasms that same someone demanded last night.”

  “What can I say? I got a taste for it.”

  “So did I,” she murmured. “For you…”

  “Don’t do that, don’t be all sexy or I’ll never let you go.” I backed up, away from her enticing form. “Do you want coffee or breakfast?”

  “I’m good, thanks, I’ll just grab something on the way home.” Her expression was pure innocence as she swung out of my bed and sauntered to the bathroom. I stared, noting with delight that staring at her ass was even more fabulous when it was bare. Things just kept getting better and better.

  I dressed and picked up the clothing left on the floor when she’d undressed me in front of the mirror. The memory sent a low thrill coursing through my belly. On the back of the thrill came another, unexpected sensation. Relief. I had enjoyed it. It’d been pretty much everything I’d expected and then some incredible things I hadn’t expected. I wanted more, a lot more. And perhaps most import
antly, for my ego, I wasn’t a complete girl-on-girl-sex idiot after all. Everybody wins.

  Brooke came back, now dressed. She stared at the panties in my hands. “Oh that’s just cruel.”

  “You’re telling me. I just had a very pleasant flashback and now you’re leaving.”

  Her expression was pure, devilish delight. “Mmm, good. And I guess we’ll have to make more.”

  “I am very much looking forward to that.”

  She smiled a smile that was both promising and reluctant as she made her way into the living room to collect the rest of her belongings. “I really wish I didn’t have to go.”

  “Me too, but there are plenty of days and nights to look forward to.”

  “True.” She cleared her throat, swiped her tongue over her lower lip. “So, I was thinking, on weeknights, maybe for a few weeks or a month we shouldn’t do the sleepover thing? I absolutely loved sleeping and waking up with you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m just worried about pushing things too quickly.”

  “Sure, that makes sense.” With my hand on her back, I guided her toward the door. “But just to clarify, we’re only talking about sleeping and waking up, not sex?”

  She grinned. “Definitely only talking about actual sleeping.”

  I sagged against her. “Phew.”

  “I don’t have that much willpower, Jana.” Still smiling, she paused in the entryway to pull on her shoes. “I’ll call you tonight once I’m done working.”

  “Look forward to it. Is this the part where we spend an hour kissing goodbye?”

  She answered me by gently grasping a handful of my top, pulling me the final step toward her, and kissing me all too briefly. “I wish, but then I’d be even more behind on this piece.” Still lingering near my lips, she lowered her voice. “Maybe just ten minutes?”

  “Done.” I wound my arms around her neck and pressed my mouth to hers.