by Radclyffe
Leslie moaned and pressed her forehead to Dev’s shoulder. “Yes.
Please, now.”
Hands linked, mouths searching for quick kisses, they stumbled to the foot of
the bed. Arms entwined, they freed buttons and lowered zippers and shed shoes
and clothes until they were nearly nude.
“Let me,” Dev said as Leslie reached to unhook her own bra.
Leslie let her hands fall to her sides, clad only in her bra and pale silk bikinis.
Her stomach was ß uttering with arousal, her breasts almost painfully engorged.
Her breath had ß ed at the Þ rst brush of Dev’s hands on her skin, and she’d
never recaptured it. “Oh, yes.”
Dev, naked except for her briefs, slid her Þ ngertips beneath the thin straps of
Leslie’s bra and eased them down over her shoulders. She dipped her head and
kissed Leslie’s breasts, Þ rst one, then the other, moving down the smooth
curves as she lowered the bra, millimeter by millimeter, until Leslie’s nipples
were exposed. Rapidly opening the clasp, Dev freed Leslie’s breasts completely
and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Leslie cried out, her knees buckling.
“I’m so excited, Dev,” Leslie moaned, clutching Dev’s shoulders.
“I feel like I might come.”
“Let it happen,” Dev whispered around the hard nub, refusing to release her.
She pressed one hand ß at against Leslie’s stomach, sweeping her Þ ngers in a
slow steady arc, tightening inside as Leslie’s hips thrust in the air. Keeping one
arm Þ rmly around Leslie’s waist, she pushed lower, dipping her Þ ngers
beneath the edge of Leslie’s panties, sucking harder. First one nipple, then the
other.
Gasping, Leslie covered Dev’s hand as it circled beneath the damp silk. “Oh,
don’t touch my clit. You’ll make me come.”
“I want to,” Dev growled, her mind a red haze. Leslie was hers now. Maybe
just for these few moments, but she was Þ nally hers. “I want you to come. I
want to hear you come.”
“I will, I promise.” Leslie didn’t recognize her own voice. Her body was
spinning out of control. It was wonderful. It was terrifying.
“I’ll come for you. I will. But I need to see your face, Dev. I need to see you
when I come. Please.”
Dev heard what sounded like fear and Þ nally raised her head.
Leslie’s eyes were nearly closed, her lips trembling. Her face and neck were ß
ushed, her breasts heaving. She was seconds from coming. The
heat from Leslie’s center beckoned and Dev ached to drive into her, drive her
over. Take her hard and deep. She wouldn’t hurt her, she knew she wouldn’t.
She would be inside her at last and Leslie would be coming for her. For her.
“Let’s lie down,” Dev said hoarsely, easing her Þ ngers from beneath Leslie’s
panties. She guided Leslie to the side of the bed and yanked down the covers
with one hand. She kicked out of her underwear as Leslie stretched out.
Carefully, she slid Leslie’s bikinis down her legs and settled beside her, one
thigh over Leslie’s. The touch of Leslie’s hot skin against her tense clitoris made
her want to come. She fought not to Þ nish herself off against Leslie’s leg, even
though it would only have taken a second. Instead, she held very still until she
mentally pushed back her body’s demand to climax. Leslie’s eyes were hazy,
her legs twitching on the crisp white sheets, her hands restless and urgent on
Dev’s back. She whimpered, words beyond her.
“Take my hand, baby,” Dev urged.
Leslie gripped Dev’s wrist.
“Take me inside, Les,” Dev pleaded. “Take me inside and come for me.”
Barely breathing, eyes Þ xed on Leslie’s, Dev kissed her. Dev moaned as Leslie
guided her Þ ngers between her legs. Leslie was wet, warm, open. At the Þ rst
light touch of Dev’s Þ ngertips to the hard prominence of Leslie’s clitoris,
Leslie’s head snapped back and she cried out.
Dev gritted her teeth at the surge of pressure in her groin. She wouldn’t come,
not yet. “More. Please, Les. Take me deeper.”
“Oh, I am going to come,” Leslie keened, thrusting onto Dev’s Þ ngers.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Dev said.
Leslie caught her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes wide, the blue eclipsed
by black as her pupils expanded wildly. She pushed Dev’s hand lower,
squeezing Dev’s wrist hard enough to leave the crescent indentations of her nails
in Dev’s skin. Her back arched as Dev entered her completely. The sweet
pleasure of Dev’s palm caressing her, of her Þ ngers stretching and Þ lling her,
was too much.
“I’m coming,” Leslie groaned.
Dev held her breath, watching Leslie’s face, feeling her spasm deep inside,
listening to her cries of pleasure. She wanted to laugh. She
wanted to cry. She wanted to shout with wonder. Leslie clung to her, sobbing
quietly, and Dev buried her face in the curve of Leslie’s neck.
“I love you,” Dev whispered. “Oh God, Leslie, I love you.”
Weakly, struggling to catch her breath, Leslie stroked Dev’s back.
Seconds passed, and Leslie slowly realized that Dev was shaking, her hips
jerking against Leslie’s thigh.
“Dev. Let me help you,” Leslie murmured, sliding her hand between her thigh
and Dev’s body to cup Dev’s swollen sex. She hissed in a breath when her Þ
ngers were instantly soaked. “Oh God, you’re beautiful. Tell me what you
need.”
“Squeeze my clit,” Dev gasped. “I need to come so bad.”
Leslie stroked her Þ rmly, squeezing and releasing, feeling her grow impossibly
hard. “Is it good, love? Is it what you need?”
“Oh yeah,” Dev sobbed, “oh yeah, God yeah, you’re making me come.”
Dev jerked in Leslie’s arms and her Þ ngers, still deep inside Leslie, thrust and ß
exed. Leslie cried out in surprise as another orgasm crashed through her, but she
stayed with Dev, stroking her through her orgasm until she lay limp and panting
in Leslie’s arms.
“Can you come again?” Leslie whispered, smoothing the damp hair from Dev’s
forehead. She kissed her, pleased by the hazy bliss in Dev’s eyes.
“Uh, maybe. In a year or two.” Dev sighed. “Jesus, that was intense.”
“Yeah?” Leslie smiled broadly. She had put that sated look in Dev’s eyes, that
lazy slur in her voice. She had done it, and she wanted to do it again. Now.
Immediately. “That was just the warm-up, you know.”
Dev quirked a brow. “You want more?”
“Oh yes,” Leslie said, realizing just how much she wanted. “I want much, much
more.”
“I love you,” Dev said quietly.
“I know.” Leslie stroked her cheek. “I’m so sorry it took me so long, Dev.”
“It’s okay,” Dev murmured, but she wasn’t so sure. In the morning, they’d both
return to their lives, and she wondered how she’d survive being without Leslie
after this.
“You look sad.” Leslie frowned with concern. “Dev?”
“No.” Dev forced a grin. “Just gathering my strength.”
With a laugh, Leslie pulled Dev on top of her and wrapped her legs around the
backs of Dev’s thighs. “You’re plenty strong enough for what
I have in mind.
Now, shut up and kiss me.”
Dev surrendered willingly to the siren call of Leslie’s desire. The morning was at
least a lifetime away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
When Leslie awoke, lying on her side with her breasts and abdomen pressed
against Dev’s back, the black plastic bedside clock read 3:20 a.m. in big white
numerals. She wasn’t entirely certain, but she thought she’d been asleep for at
least a few hours. The last thing she could recall was coming endlessly in Dev’s
mouth. At the memory, she felt a trickle of arousal tease down her thighs. She
couldn’t believe she was still excited after coming…three times? Four?
She couldn’t remember. Each pinnacle of pleasure seemed to blend into the
next, one sweeping crest of ever-mounting beauty and wonder after another.
Smiling softly to herself, she kissed the curve of Dev’s shoulder blade.
“Hey,” Leslie whispered into Dev’s ear as she slid her hand to the front of Dev’s
body and caressed her breasts. “You promised to make love to me all night
long.”
“Mmm?” Dev twitched and sighed, her nipples tightening beneath Leslie’s
insistent caresses.
“You,” Leslie said, holding back a laugh. “Promised.” She guided Dev onto her
back and straddled her hips. “To make love to me.” She swept her palms over
Dev’s breasts and down her abdomen, pressing her thumbs into Þ rm muscle as
she moved lower. “All. Night. Long.”
Leslie slipped her hand between Dev’s thighs and squeezed gently.
Dev’s eyes popped open as her hips jerked. She groaned, her gaze moving
from Leslie’s nude body draped over her to the hand between her legs. “Jesus.”
“Tired?” Leslie asked, her tone honey smooth.
“No,” Dev said, reaching for Leslie’s breasts.
Leslie caught Dev’s wrists, one in each hand, and let her weight fall forward to
pin Dev’s arms to the bed. Her breasts brushed Dev’s face before she arched
her back just enough to keep her erect nipples a breath away from Dev’s
mouth. “Uh uh uh. No you don’t.”
“Come on, Les,” Dev rasped, struggling to lift her shoulders from the bed. “Let
me suck them.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Leslie said lightly, even though her stomach quivered at
the hungry look on Dev’s face. It was raw, unvarnished lust, but she knew in her
heart it was for her. Her. Not anyone, not any body. It was her, her body, her
touch, that Dev craved, and she thrilled to the power. “You had your way all
evening, and then”—she leaned down and kissed Dev until they were both
panting—
“you dropped the ball.”
Dev made a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. “I was just letting you
catch your breath.”
Leslie’s eyebrows rose. “Really.” She inched her hips higher until her center
rested on Dev’s stomach. She rotated slowly, rubbing over Dev’s skin until the
friction and heat made her clitoris pound painfully.
She rose and glanced down at the wet sheen on Dev’s taut stomach.
“Does that feel like I needed to rest?”
“No,” Dev gasped, her face contorted with thwarted pleasure. “I was wrong.
Jesus, let me touch you. I know you need me to.”
“Oh, you think?” Leslie struggled not to let her arousal show.
Seeing Dev’s desire for her was enough to make her wet, and the heat pouring
from Dev’s body as she writhed between Leslie’s thighs kept her so hard she
feared she’d climax from an accidental brush of her clitoris over Dev’s skin. Her
thighs trembled from keeping herself poised just above Dev’s body. “It looks to
me like you’re the one who needs to come. Do you?”
“Yes. No. Later.” Dev tried to twist her arms from Leslie’s grip, but besides the
fact that Leslie’s full weight held her down, her all-consuming arousal made her
weak. Her arms and legs shook and the muscles in her stomach quivered.
“Please.”
Leslie dipped her head and swept her tongue over Dev’s nipples.
Ignoring her own screaming arousal, she rubbed her sex up and down the apex
of Dev’s thighs. Dev was wet. So wet. “Please what?”
“Oh, Jesus,” Dev whimpered.
“Please what?” Leslie closed her teeth on Dev’s nipple, biting down until Dev
arched her back and cried out. “Hmm? What?”
Dev thrashed her head, Þ ghting for breath. “I don’t know. I don’t know. God.
I need you.”
I need you. Dev’s plea, so unguarded, so vulnerable, pierced Leslie’s heart, and
the heady sensation of control, of absolute power, was instantly replaced by
aching tenderness. She kissed Dev’s nipple, then her mouth. “Shh, love, I’m
here.”
Leslie released Dev’s wrists and rapidly pushed herself down the bed until she
lay between Dev’s thighs. She spread her Þ ngers over the soft, smooth skin,
her breath catching as her Þ ngertips glided through the hot, slick patina of
Dev’s desire. “Oh, you’re so wet.”
“For you,” Dev gasped.
“Yes,” Leslie breathed, skimming her lips through the fragrant perfume. “Mine.”
She rested her cheek between Dev’s legs, feeling Dev’s excitement beat against
her face. She turned her head a fraction and kissed the pulse that throbbed in
the center of Dev’s sex.
“So good.” Dev threaded her Þ ngers into Leslie’s hair. “That feels so good.
Suck me?”
Gently, Leslie pulled her between her lips, feeling her own body grow tighter
and tighter as Dev neared orgasm.
“Les,” Dev whispered shakily, “be inside me when I come.”
Leslie groaned, so aroused she feared she would ß y off in a thousand directions
before bringing Dev all the pleasure Dev had given her. Leslie eased into her and
felt the quick tightening of muscles as Dev moaned.
“Okay, love?” Leslie murmured, her throat thick with tears. She’d never wanted
to give so much yet felt so inadequate at the same time.
“Oh yes.” Dev’s Þ ngers spasmed as she tried to stroke Leslie’s face. Her voice
thin with strain, she whispered, “I’m going to come if you don’t…stop.”
“Too late,” Leslie laughed, taking Dev deep inside her mouth. At the same time
she Þ lled her and took her over, only stopping when Dev Þ nally jerked away.
“Baby,” Dev groaned, “baby, you gotta stop. I surrender.”
Leslie leaned on an elbow and pushed her hair back from her
face with her other hand. She grinned with satisfaction, watching Dev Þ ght for
breath. Dev was covered in sweat, her body gleaming in the lamplight.
“You’re so beautiful, Dev.” Leslie stared at the scar that ran from Dev’s
hipbone down the outside of her thigh. She kissed the damaged skin. “I love
you.”
“Come up here.” Dev struggled to sit up, extending one hand. “Let me hold
you.”
“Lie down. You’re supposed to be basking.”
“I’ll bask when I can hold you.”
Leslie settled against Dev’s side, her head on Dev’s shoulder.
Languidly, she stroked Dev’s chest and abdomen. “You make me feel sexy.”
Dev laughed incredulously. “I make you feel se
xy? After that little display? I
didn’t do anything except let you have your way with me.”
“Mmm, that’s what I mean.” Leslie tilted her head and kissed Dev’s neck. “I
feel a hundred feet tall when I make you come.”
“I know,” Dev said, kissing Leslie’s forehead. “It’s the same for me when I
touch you.”
“It’s addicting.” Leslie propped her head in her hand, idly teasing Dev’s nipple
with a Þ ngertip. “I want you again.”
Dev hissed in her breath. “I might not survive the night.”
“You better.”
“Oh yeah?” Dev tapped Leslie’s chin. “Are you a morning girl?”
Leslie grew still, thinking that she really had no idea. She’d never been this way
with anyone. She’d never wanted so intensely, never hungered with an ache that
felt as if it would never be Þ lled. She’d never wanted to possess anyone this
way. “I think with you I’m a 24-7
kind of girl. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
Dev rolled onto her side until she faced Leslie. She kissed her, and what she’d
meant to be a kiss of reassurance rapidly turned into one of desire. She kept
kissing her as she slipped her Þ ngers between Leslie’s legs, knowing she hadn’t
come. Knowing she must still need to. When Leslie moaned, Dev guided her
onto her back, stroking inside her mouth with the same sure, steady rhythm as
between her legs.
Leslie whimpered, her tongue probing, her Þ ngers digging into Dev’s shoulders.
Feeling Leslie tense, her pelvis thrusting against Dev’s hand, Dev slid inside her.
She stayed motionless, buried deep within, letting Leslie set the pace. As Leslie
came, she jerked her head away, Þ nally breaking the kiss and releasing a long,
thin cry of pleasure.
“Oh God,” Leslie Þ nally gasped. “That’s it. You’re cut off until I have food.”
She nuzzled Dev’s neck drowsily. “We didn’t have dinner, remember?”
“So you’re going to stand me up for food?” Dev grinned, kissed Leslie lightly on
the tip of the nose, and jumped from bed.
“Where are you going?” Leslie sat up, pulling the sheets up to her waist. “Dev?”
Dev rummaged in the desk and returned with a leather folder in her hand. She
