by Harper Bliss
Ash pushed Gloria’s head against the backrest of the sofa. She kissed her while she let her hands—and lust—wander freely this time. She didn’t need permission anymore. Her lips travelled down Gloria’s neck—and Gloria didn’t push her away this time. Her fingertips dugs into Ash’s back as she drew her near.
A deep throb built between Ash’s legs. Was Gloria feeling the same? This was her first time with a woman. Ash tried very hard to feel some reverence for that, but she had too much red-hot lust coursing through her veins. She wasn’t sure how gentle she could be with Gloria when she was feeling like this. When her entire body had transformed into a means to an end. When all she could think of was exposing Gloria’s skin to her gaze, seeing her breasts for the first time, touching her tongue to her nipples.
Ash tried to take another breath. Oh, fuck it. She hoisted her sweater over her head and tossed it away. Then she went straight for the buttons on Gloria’s blouse.
She could feel Gloria watch her. She continued undoing the buttons, but looked at Gloria. Her grin was lopsided. Her eyes sparkled. What had she thought about on the train over here? Had her mind been suffused by images like this? Had she predicted this? Or had she practiced caution? There was no sign of caution on Gloria’s face as she reached behind Ash’s back and unhooked her bra.
The grin was no longer there when Gloria stared at Ash’s naked breasts. It was more a look of concentration. Or something else. Ash didn’t know. All she knew was that the pulse between her legs was picking up speed and intensity.
She parted the sides of Gloria’s blouse. Her bra was pitch black against her cream-coloured skin. Ash wanted to touch the swell of Gloria’s breast, but her access was blocked by Gloria’s hands, reaching for Ash’s breasts.
Gloria exhaled deeply as her hands connected. She scooped Ash’s breasts into her palms hungrily, her thumbs flicking Ash’s nipples.
She cast her glance up at Ash for a split second, but then focused all her attention on Ash’s breasts again. Ash knew she had to give her this moment. She had to keep her own desire in check. She and Gloria were doing this together but they were not in the same stage of their journey. Ash tried to be aware of that, but if Gloria kept playing with her nipples like that, kept moving her soft hands over her breasts like that, she wasn’t sure how long she could extend her that courtesy. Because Ash’s need was so much higher than she had deemed possible. She couldn’t remember when she’d last felt her sanity hang in the balance if she didn’t do something about the ramped-up lust in her flesh. Her hands trembled when she dragged the back of her fingers against the side of Gloria’s bra—a garment that urgently needed to come off.
When Ash had dreamed of this moment, she had always—always—let Gloria come first. But now that it was happening, she wasn’t sure it would be possible. Ash might not be physically capable of holding it back, so hot was the want bubbling beneath her skin. Every time Gloria touched her—and her hands were all over her now—the desire was ramped up.
Then Gloria pushed herself towards Ash and, with Ash’s breasts still cupped in her hands, she flashed her tongue over Ash’s nipple. Electricity shot up Ash’s spine, its sparks not fading, but collecting at the junction of her thighs. Ash had falsely believed Gloria would be timid, simply because she had never done this before. But Gloria was not timid by nature and her nature very much shone through right now. Ash glanced down at Gloria’s luscious crown of curls, obscuring the view of Gloria’s tongue on her nipples. Ash wanted to see. She always had done. She wanted to see everything. If she could, she’d catalogue every last sensual act Gloria bestowed on her body, but her mind was racing too much with lust. If only Ash could get that first crash of desire out of the way. Until she did, she wouldn’t be in her right mind—she wouldn’t be able to give Gloria exactly what she wanted to give her and in the manner that she had envisioned it.
So Ash flicked open the button of her jeans, as though, at this very moment in her life, it was the only viable choice she had.
She’d do it herself if Gloria didn’t.
“I need you to—” Ash believed she said, but she wasn’t sure she had produced any sound. It was irrelevant, because one of Gloria’s hands had moved from Ash’s breast to the zipper of her jeans. She lowered it, then looked up at Ash. Gloria caressed Ash’s nipple.
Ash realised her tight jeans would only be an impediment to what she wanted to happen, so she quickly stood up, wriggled out of them, and slipped back into her position on top of Gloria. “Please,” she begged. Because this wasn’t normal speech. This was flat-out begging. A hoarse demand wrung from her throat.
Ash watched how Gloria’s hand slipped inside her underwear. The panel of her knickers was moist with her desire and when Gloria’s finger connected with her clit, even with the barrier of the fabric, Ash’s breath caught in her throat.
Gloria started circling Ash’s clit very slowly, while she kept her nipple locked between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh fuck,” Ash groaned, when Gloria’s lips found her other nipple again, and sucked it into the hardest peak.
Ash’s clit pulsed against her knickers. She bucked forwards, wanting to catch more of Gloria’s touch there. In response, Gloria’s finger retreated. But only for a few seconds. Then, Ash felt it slide under the fabric of her underwear, and all the way down. She sat up a little straighter so she could feel as much of Gloria’s caress in her current position.
She steadied herself by placing a hand on Gloria’s shoulder. It felt like Gloria had completely latched onto her, tethered herself to Ash.
Gloria’s fingers slithered through the wetness that had gathered between Ash’s legs. Ash’s only regret was that she couldn’t see Gloria’s face, but she would make up for that later. She had other things on her mind right now. Like dealing with the lust riding through her veins, trembling in her flesh.
Gloria circled her clit again and this time, there was no fabric to lessen the impact of her touch. All the lust that had been building in Ash’s flesh pooled at the point of contact between her clit and Gloria’s fingers. Ash didn’t resist. This was exactly what she wanted. It was what she needed more than anything. To quench this desire, this sense of agitation under her skin, the lust that had morphed into unease because she couldn’t possibly have what she wanted. Well, she was having it now. Gloria’s fingers slid against her clit. Her tongue was busy with her nipple. Ash pressed her fingertips deep into Gloria’s flesh as she rode the very first climax that Gloria had given her. She had no way of knowing for certain, of course, but she imagined it wouldn’t be the last. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Did you just—?” Gloria had to ask.
Ash sat panting on top of her. “Bloody hell,” she gasped. She smiled down at Gloria, then nodded. “Oh, fuck.” Her smile transformed into a grin.
Gloria felt as though she’d barely walked in the door—and already this had happened. Had she really made Ash come? Because she’d been worried about that. Not overtly, not in a way that she would admit to her mirror image when she questioned herself, but in the back of her mind, it had nagged at her. Sure, Gloria was a woman and she knew perfectly well how everything worked. But still.
As it turned out, she needn’t have worried for one single second. She flashed Ash a generous smile back.
Gloria glanced at the hand she had just withdrawn from Ash’s knickers. Her fingers glistened with Ash’s wetness. The sight of it made her nipples strain against her bra. Everything about Ash was just so deeply sensual. The fact that she had just come on her finger, moved Gloria deeply. It wasn’t just incredulity. It was so much more than that. But Gloria pushed those feelings to the side for now. She’d have plenty of time to process later. Right now, she needed to focus on something else.
She glanced at Ash, then back at her fingers. Ash’s eyes glittered with satisfaction, or something else—Gloria couldn’t read her mind. She could, however, read the excitement that crossed Ash’s face when
Gloria brought her hand to her lips and slipped her still-wet fingers in her mouth. She sucked Ash’s thick juices off.
“Oh, fuck,” Ash said again. “Give me a breather, please.”
Gloria slipped her fingers from her mouth. “Take all the time you need.” She couldn’t help but smile again.
“I’m so fucking hot for you,” Ash whispered, as though she’d already taken the time Gloria had just granted her, and was ready for another round. Maybe she was.
“I noticed.” Underneath the desire that pulsed through her flesh, Gloria sensed a feeling of invincibility coursing through her. Ash might have had the first orgasm, but Gloria had received something far more valuable. This sort of satisfaction had become completely foreign to her. Gloria hadn’t had the faintest inkling that making another woman climax would make her feel like this.
“It’s not how I thought our evening would progress.” Ash kept straddling her, kept gazing at her from her vantage point above Gloria’s face.
Gloria brought her hands to Ash’s behind and cupped her butt cheeks. She could do that now. So many boundaries between them had been shattered already. “How did you think it would go?” Amusement coloured her voice.
“Not like this,” was all Ash said.
“Did you want to play a game of cards or something? Monopoly?” Gloria teased.
“If you tease me now, I guarantee that you will pay for it later.” Ash finally managed to put a bit of edge back into her voice.
“Can’t wait.” Gloria didn’t know she had reserves of sexual confidence hidden inside her like that. It was also true that she really couldn’t wait. Nervousness about showing her body to Ash, and qualms about how it would react under her touch, took a backseat to the flagrant lust prickling her skin. Her nipples still stood tight against the cups of her bra. Deep inside her, an unfamiliar warmth had started spreading.
“You say that now.” Ash’s cheeks dimpled with mischief.
Gloria responded by pulling Ash to her again, one hand remaining on her behind, the other in her neck. Oh, the soft heat of Ash’s skin. It radiated off her. Although it was nothing compared to the wet hotness Gloria had encountered when she’d slipped her hand inside Ash’s underwear. The thought sent a wave of heat straight to her clit.
“I’m done talking now,” Gloria whispered in Ash’s ear.
Gloria felt Ash’s chin bob against her neck as she nodded. “I haven’t even shown you my bedroom yet.”
Gloria wasn’t entirely sure she still had the strength in her legs to make it to another room. But the big window was a little disconcerting, even though all she could see through it from this angle were clouds and water. A touch more privacy might be worth it.
Ash moved off her and extended her hand to Gloria. She led them into a room of which the window was already covered by a closed curtain. Gloria didn’t have time to give Ash’s bedroom a once-over. Ash closed the door and pushed Gloria against it. Her naked breasts pressed against Gloria’s, which were still covered by her bra.
As though reading her mind, Ash said, “Let’s get that off you.” With sudden tenderness, she reached behind Gloria’s back, her fingers light and feathery on her skin.
After the bra was disposed of, Ash took a step back, as though wanting to inspect Gloria’s body.
“You’re beautiful.” Ash sounded as though she’d never meant anything more in her life. Then she gently cupped Gloria’s breasts and kissed her.
Gloria melted into the kiss. All the agitation that was still coursing through her evaporated. She was half-naked in Ash’s bedroom. It was crystal clear what was going to happen next. Ash had just told her she was beautiful. Ash had just ridden herself to a swift climax on Gloria’s fingers. Even though, in any other room in the world, this might be the wrong thing to do next, right now, in Ash’s bedroom, it felt like the only right thing. The only logical conclusion. Gloria knew with unparalleled certainty that she wasn’t doing this with Ash because it was forbidden, she was here because she wanted Ash so fiercely, no amount of reasoning could stop her.
“Come.” Ash tugged her gently towards the bed. Before they lay down, they stepped out of the rest of their clothes, leaving only their knickers on.
Gloria lay on her back; Ash on top of her. Ash found her ear, and whispered, “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
Gloria believed every single word of that statement. Already, her clit was pulsing eagerly. Then, as though suddenly snapped back into the here and now, Gloria remembered that she no longer possessed all the physical advantages of Ash’s youth. She might not get wet. Did she have to tell Ash about that?
“What’s wrong?” Ash sounded worried. “Was that too forward?”
“No, Ash. Not at all. But… I’m in my fifties.” She cleared her throat. “Do you have any… lube?”
Ash grinned, as though what Gloria had just said didn’t faze her in the slightest. “I do.” Her grin softened into a smile. “But don’t worry about that now.”
“Okay.” It was as easy as that for Gloria to put her trust in Ash.
Ash planted a soft kiss on Gloria’s cheek. Her hand meandered down, over her neck, to her breast. Lazily, Ash circled a fingertip around Gloria’s nipple.
Gloria’s nipple tightened. Her reaction was unmistakable. Of course it was, because it was inevitable. To be touched like this was such a treat. She glanced down at Ash’s hand. Her fingers were long and graceful. There was a tenderness about Ash that her everyday demeanour wouldn’t necessarily suggest. Her skin was so deliciously tan against Gloria’s—kissably tan. God, how Gloria wanted to kiss every last inch of Ash’s skin. How she wanted to explore her the way Ash was exploring her now with her finger. She only lightly grazed the hard peak of Gloria’s nipple every so often. The warmth that had started to spread from somewhere deep in Gloria’s core was turning into a blazing fire.
It wasn’t just Ash’s action, the soft, divine touch of her finger. It was having this kind of attention bestowed on her that was igniting the fire beneath Gloria’s skin the most, that was sending pulse after pulse of deep heat between her legs. This kind of affection had been absent from Gloria’s life for such a long time, she had no idea her body craved it that much. She had forgotten, pushed it away—despite the couple of half-hearted attempts at dating she had made. She had pretended this was no longer something that was on the cards for her. And it had been easy. It truly hadn’t been difficult to give up this physical, this sensual side of her. Because she’d also believed that there was no-one out there who could make her feel like this. And now, Ash was merely skating a finger along her skin and Gloria was almost beside herself.
Ash slipped off her and kissed her neck again, then trailed a path of moist kisses to her other nipple, which she promptly sucked between her lips.
Gloria’s back arched. Even her skin felt hungry for this, tightening into goosebumps.
Ash’s tongue swept over Gloria’s nipple while her hand glided down. She traced a few zigzags over Gloria’s belly, then drew a straight line just above the elastic of her knickers. Ash’s finger sliding closer to where all the heat in her body seemed to be pooling right now, made Gloria gasp for air. Because that was what it felt like now. Like her desire was so big, so ramped up, that it had knocked the wind out of her with its sheer force.
Ash’s finger slid down her inner thigh. God, why was Gloria still wearing her underwear? She wanted to be totally naked with Ash. She wanted the intimacy that came from that.
Ash kissed Gloria’s nipple one last time, found her gaze, then resumed her path of kisses on the way down. She kissed and licked Gloria’s skin, which grew a million times more sensitive every single second, until she had somehow ended up between Gloria’s legs.
With her gaze firmly fixed on Gloria, Ash slid her fingertip from where it had been driving Gloria crazy on her thigh, to just next to her clit. And still those damn knickers were in the way. Ash didn’t seem to mind. She circled Gloria’s clit over her underwear and i
t felt as though Gloria suddenly wasn’t wearing them anymore.
Her lips parted and she emitted a low groan. Gloria tried to keep eye contact with Ash, but not all of her facial muscles wanted to cooperate with that intention.
Ash kept circling her clit, and Gloria felt it strain against the material. Never in her life had she wanted a piece of fabric off her more. But Ash was taking her time. She was in no hurry—she was obviously enjoying this.
Then, Ash bent forwards, breaking eye contact, and before Gloria had time to process any of what was happening, Ash’s hot mouth was on her clit. But still the knickers were in the way. Oh fuck, Ash was licking her and Gloria was so aroused by now she might as well not be wearing underwear anymore. Ash’s tongue was so hot and heavy on her, Gloria was gasping for air again. It was suddenly everywhere. Gloria had no way of knowing if her knickers had been made so wet by her own arousal or by Ash’s mouth, but the moistness was rendering the protective quality of the fabric useless. Still, Gloria wanted nothing more than the touch of Ash’s tongue directly on her flesh—no barriers between her throbbing self and Ash.
The wet hotness disappeared from between her legs and was replaced by the coolness of air. Ash’s finger hooked underneath the gusset of her knickers as she shoved them aside. Gloria glanced down and she saw Ash looking at her down there. She seemed utterly entranced. The rush of air elicited a new kind of arousal from Gloria, which only added to her already sky-high anticipation. Her blood hummed with desire. Her clit pulsed as if it might explode with want if it didn’t meet Ash’s tongue soon.
With her underwear still drawn to the side, Ash leaned forwards again. It took another few seconds. First, there was Ash’s hot breath, then, at last, Ash’s tongue touched down. Gently, at first, but not for long. As though Ash was also overcome with the soaring fire that raged in Gloria’s flesh, she licked Gloria—as though she had suddenly lost all restraints again, like earlier, on the sofa, when she had unbuttoned her jeans.
