by Ronica Black
Chan moaned as her body swooned. Her tongue touched Sarah’s and they teased, lightly caressing as if they were meeting for the first time.
The feel of Chan moving inside shot flames through Sarah. She had to have more, she was desperate for more. She reached out and held her, pulled her closer. But Chan stiffened.
“I have to be careful.” She glanced down to her midsection, where Sarah’s hands held her.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sarah moved her hands at once and took a step back, startled and worried she had hurt her.
Chan reacted just as quickly, grabbing Sarah’s wrists and tugging her back against her. “Don’t be.” She brought Sarah’s hands up to her breasts and burned a heated gaze into her. “Don’t ever be sorry for touching me.”
Sarah swallowed against the raging desire rising up through her. Chan seemed to sense it and leaned in to breathe against her neck, voicing her wants and desires. “Touch me, Sarah.” Her hands fell away from Sarah’s wrists, freeing them.
Sarah held the full breasts in her hands, their weight and warmth electrifying her body. She squeezed and ran her thumbs over the nipples.
Chan shuddered and purred, “Yes.”
Sarah watched, noticing everything about her as she stroked the firming nipples. She saw the pulse beat under Chan’s skin, saw the twitch of her lip in excitement, saw the fire flame up in her eyes. Unable to resist, she lowered her head and tasted the beautiful skin that beat with the arousal of Chan’s racing heart. It was damp, sweet, warm.
“Yes,” Chan cried out.
Sarah continued, her own blood heating to dangerous levels. She nibbled behind Chan’s ear and held the nipples firm between her fingers. Chan jerked and trembled, completely turned on. She looked into Sarah’s eyes with a hazy, heavy look of arousal.
Sarah knew that look, would die for that look. But it was too soon. It was happening too fast. “Wait,” she said, stepping back.
“What’s wrong?” Chan’s heart leapt with fear. She couldn’t bear to have Sarah retreat from her again.
“Nothing!” Sarah was quick to respond, seeing the worry in her eyes. She reached down for the bags.
Chan watched her curiously, confused. Sarah headed for the kitchen. She set the goods down on the counter and turned slightly as she dug through the bags so she could see Chan.
“I want everything to be”—Sarah met her eyes before continuing—“perfect.”
“It already is,” Chan responded coming up to wrap her arms around her. She could tell Sarah was nervous, and she wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible. Just her being there was enough.
“Not just yet.” Sarah retrieved a CD. “Do you have a stereo?”
Chan grinned a little, pleasantly perplexed. “Yes. What are you up to?”
“It’s in your bedroom, right?”
“Yes.”
Sarah lifted the bags and started into the bedroom. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sarah worked quickly. She opened the CD and placed it in the player that was nestled in the large curio cabinet across from the bed. Next she retrieved the candles and placed them throughout the room, lighting each one. Their glow kissed the room softly, just as she hoped. Then she pulled out all the pale roses save one. She plucked the petals free and let them fall to the bed. Lastly, she pulled out the box of chocolate-covered cherries and debated.
She wanted everything to be perfect. She had never done this for a lover before, and she was a little unsure. But Chan wasn’t just another lover. Chan was everything. She decided to open them up.
She placed them one by one on the night table, stacking them into a neat little mound of chocolate. With her hands on her hips, she examined the room and, satisfied, picked up the remaining rose. She pushed the play button on the stereo and adjusted the volume on her way out. With her heart in her hands, she walked into the hallway.
Chan stood waiting, her eyes searching Sarah’s for answers. She started to say something but then stopped, the music having reached her. She cocked her head a little, the sound familiar. “Loreena McKennitt.” She took a step closer and stood before Sarah, listening. “It’s my favorite,” she whispered.
The sultry Irish beats of The Book of Secrets moved her, spoke to her. It was the most beautiful music she had ever heard. And hearing it with Sarah there, right in front of her, nearly made her dizzy.
Sarah held out the rose. “For you.”
Chan took it slowly. “A candlelight rose. Also my favorite.” She looked again to Sarah. “How did you know?” She brought the rose to her nose and inhaled deeply. Somehow Sarah was reaching down deep inside her and shining a light into her soul.
“I asked Hank.”
Chan grinned at the honesty. She was beyond flattered. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all.”
Chan saw a new look wash over her incredible face. The halo in her eyes shone like an October moon.
Sarah leaned in and held her face. “I love you, Chandler Brogan.”
Chan felt her lip quiver as she responded. “And I love you.”
Sarah kissed her, wanting to taste the sweet words she had so longed to hear. Their tongues met and danced, stroked and spoke. Sarah felt Chan tremble and then pull away. She gazed up into her with eyes so full and wild, Sarah nearly gasped.
“Take me to my bed.”
It was a demand very similar to the one Sarah had given the night they first made love. Now it was Chan stating her wants and desires. Sarah felt her chest tighten around her maddening heart, ensuring that the desire she felt would never escape. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Chan stood looking at her, all hungry and fiery, busting through her tank top with every ragged breath.
“Say it again,” Sarah heard herself say as her flesh pounded with the racing beat of her heart.
Chan spoke again and Sarah watched her eyes spark, her cheeks color, and her lips plead. “Take me to my bed.”
Sarah reached out for her, tugging her into her. She claimed Chan’s full lips, pulled the words from them again and again. Chan melted against her and Sarah stopped kissing her long enough to bend down and scoop her up into her arms.
“Hurry,” Chan whispered in her ear.
Sarah hurried down the hall to the bedroom where she set Chan down as gently as she could.
Chan stood clinging to her as she gazed around the room. “It’s beautiful.” The candlelight, the rose petals, the music. It was romance she had never experienced firsthand. “You really were listening at that party.”
She smiled, teasing, but Sarah’s look was serious and Chan felt her quiver.
“This is how I always imagined…” Sarah glanced away, unable to find the words. She had dreamt of this moment from the time she was old enough to understand her feelings. Now it was happening, and it was more overwhelming than she could’ve ever imagined.
“I understand.” Chan touched her cheek, completely moved by Sarah’s sensuality. Sarah trembled again as her eyes, full of love, settled back on Chan’s.
“Will you show me?” Chan asked. “Show me your dream?”
Sarah nodded, wanting to do nothing else even if it were her last dying moment. Pulling Chan into her arms, she kissed her sweetly, slowly, savoring the way she felt, the way she tasted. Sarah got lost in her and closed her eyes, wishing she could never find her way back. Her fingers traveled lightly down to Chan’s sides, easing up the tank top to feel her warm skin. She felt Chan shudder under her touch and pushed the shirt up farther.
Chan drew back and lifted her arms very carefully. Sarah saw the wound and helped Chan remove the shirt.
“I’ll be careful,” she promised, running her fingers around the white dressing. Her eyes drifted back to Chan’s and then up and down her body. She felt a rush of heat as her hands skimmed over the full breasts. Chan sucked in a breath of desire as Sarah caressed them, paying careful attention to the
sensitive nipples.
She moved her hands lower again, down Chan’s sides to the waistband of the pajama pants. She eased them down slowly, dropping down to one knee as she did so. Chan stepped out of them, breathing heavily as Sarah inhaled the skin of her upper thighs.
“No panties?” Sarah noted, trying to maintain the control she was quickly losing.
“No,” Chan managed between ragged breaths.
Sarah kissed the well-muscled thighs and grazed her hands over Chan’s hips as she raised to stand before her. “Can you lie down?” she asked.
“Yes. But can we undress you first?”
Sarah nodded, a little hesitantly.
Chan reached out and unbuttoned her shirt, her eyes never leaving Sarah’s. She eased the shirt over Sarah’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She leaned in and felt Sarah’s hot skin on her cheek as she unhooked the bra. Sarah pulled it free and Chan couldn’t help but reach out to touch the puckering breasts. She stopped, though, just before she touched them, remembering that she needed to go slow—and let Sarah lead the way.
Sarah watched, her breath heavy and thick. Chan lowered her hands to the jeans, which she unbuttoned and attempted to push downward. Sarah helped her and stripped them off. Chan eyed the white satin panties and carefully eased her fingers under the sides to push them down. Sarah took over when Chan couldn’t bend any lower. She removed the panties and they both stood nude, the candlelight breathing upon them, just like the music.
Chan sat on the bed. “You want me to lie down?”
“Yes.”
She did so, very slowly, settling on the middle of the bed, the cool soft petals against her skin. She watched in wonder as Sarah settled in next to her, lying on her side.
“Close your eyes,” Sarah whispered.
Chan did as requested. Sarah took her hands and gathered up as many rose petals as she could. Then, as carefully as she could, she let them fall upon Chan’s body. Chan made a sound at the contact and Sarah continued until the last petal fell. She gazed down upon Chan in amazement and then touched her, using her fingertips and the satin of the petals, caressing, awakening, worshipping.
Chan began to move underneath her, writhing, wanting.
“Give me your hand,” Sarah softly commanded.
Chan did so and kept her eyes closed. Sarah took it delicately and placed it on her abdomen, just shy of the covered injury. She spread Chan’s fingers and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed first the back of her hand and then made her way lower to her fingers. Chan made a soft noise at every touch, at every warm breath that graced her skin.
Sarah continued the soft kissing and then extended her tongue. She used it carefully, licking and lining between Chan’s fingers. Chan moaned at the sensation and Sarah continued, tasting her skin exposed between the petals and awakening the skin between her fingers.
“Now give me your other hand,” she requested.
Chan did and Sarah led them both up to Chan’s chest. She placed them very carefully on top of her breasts. She spread the fingers, just like before, framing the nipples. Chan opened her eyes, anticipating.
Sarah kissed her cheek and whispered, “Eyes closed.”
She leaned in and kissed each hand, slowly, lightly. Chan’s nipples hardened under her breath. Then she used her tongue, licking in between the fingers and the nipple at the same time. Chan cried out at the sensation and writhed. She began to pant and her eyes flew open as Sarah took each finger in her mouth and sucked, one at a time. Sarah lowered her head and took the nipples inside, sucking them just as she had done her fingers.
Her pleasure mounting, Chan could not resist lifting herself slightly to see.
“Shh,” Sarah said, easing her back down. “Don’t move too much.”
Chan shook her head, the pain the furthest thing from her mind. “I’m not going to be able to lie still,” she confessed, trying to sit up. She wanted to touch Sarah. Had to have her.
“No,” Sarah said, easing her back down. “You have to be still.”
“But I can’t.” Chan was turned on and nothing was going to stop her, injured or not. The rose petals, the licking, the sucking, it all had started an enormous fire within her. She was about to protest again when she felt Sarah between her legs. “Oh God!” she cried out, feeling the long fingers slide up inside her.
“Shh,” Sarah cooed. “Lie back and relax.”
Chan did as requested, her heart throbbing between her legs.
Sarah carefully began to stroke, up and down and all around. She worked Chan slowly, as slowly as she could. Chan moaned and writhed but Sarah kept careful control, not letting her get too excited.
“Please, just take me,” Chan pleaded, the fire inside her burning out of control. “Please.” She couldn’t take much more of the sweet, sweet torture.
The words burned Sarah’s ears and touched her desire, raising it higher and hotter. She was quickly losing control. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on touch. Chan felt tight and hot and wet. Clinging to her. Bearing down on her.
The music rushed through her, down her arm and into her hand. It poured from her fingers and stroked up inside of Chan in perfect rhythm. Sarah opened her eyes and increased her motion. They fixed on Chan.
“I want to feel you,” she said, her voice dark with desire. “I want to feel you inside of me.” It was time, and she wanted Chan. Wanted to feel her in every way possible. From inside. She crawled up to her knees and inched closer.
Chan was looking at her with bright, lustful eyes. “You sure?” she breathed.
“Yes.” Sarah took her hand and led it slowly to the flesh between her legs. She felt Chan caress her and she jerked at how good it felt. Her own hand continued to pump and she closed her eyes again as Chan slowly and carefully eased her fingers up inside.
Sarah sucked in a quick breath. It felt so good, so full. Heat seemed to spread up from Chan’s fingers, igniting every last cell as it journeyed upward into her belly.
“You okay?” Chan asked.
“God, yes.” She began to move her own hand again deep inside of Chan. “Don’t stop.”
Opening her eyes and moving in closer, she kissed Chan then, hard and wet as their hands played the notes of the beautiful music. She felt Chan begin to tense and pulled away and slowed her hand, time and time again, until she herself could take no more and gasped, “I want to come with you, Chandler.”
Chan answered with a heated kiss, one full of swirling, hungry tongue.
Sarah pumped her quicker and rocked against Chan’s hand. “Oh God,” she breathed.
“Yes,” Chan said. “You feel so good. I’m going to come.”
Sarah stroked her until she felt the walls clench down around her. Then she slowed her thrusting and did it hard and deep and slow. Chan cried out as the orgasm hit and Sarah milked her long and slow, loving the beautiful sight of her face as she came.
Then as she watched and felt her, Sarah came. It hit hard and fast and hot, Chan up inside her, loving her, pleasing her, taking her to new worlds. She closed her eyes and rocked, nothing having ever felt so good. A groan escaped her throat, the pleasure getting better and better and better. She didn’t ever think it would stop. She opened her eyes as her body took all it could. Took all of Chan.
“I love you,” Chan said.
Sarah crumpled and shuddered, her body trembling, riding out the last little bit. “I love you.”
And then it was gone. She stilled, heavenly spent. A few sparks lit and flew up through her. Aftermaths. She jerked as they too seemed to evaporate from her body.
Her heavy eyes focused on Chan.
“I can still feel you.” Chan said.
“I can feel you too.”
“That was unbelievable.”
“Yes it was.” Sarah glanced down. “Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Are you kidding me?” Chan slowly removed her fingers from deep inside of Sarah. “Come he
re,” she said gently, wanting to hold her, to feel this incredible woman next to her.
Sarah eased up beside her and kissed her neck.
“Are you okay?” Chan asked.
Sarah propped up on her elbow. “I’ve never been better.”
Chan grinned. “Good. Are you gonna kiss me now?”
“Absolutely.” Sarah kissed her long and soft and then settled in next to her, relishing in the warm, soft feel of her body.
“Sarah?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to stay inside me?”
Sarah laughed a little. “I was thinking about it. Do you mind?”
“Well, no. But it’s not a good idea if you were planning on going to sleep.”
“Why’s that?”
“You know why.”
“Well, who said anything about sleep?” Sarah moved her fingers, causing Chan to inhale quickly.
“I’m supposed to take it easy, remember?” Chan teased as Sarah rose back up to kiss her way down her midsection.
“Oh, I’ll be careful.” She kissed slower and longer as she neared Chan’s center. “I’ll be very careful.”
*
The sun drifted in and greeted Chan’s eyes as they opened to take in the morning. The sheet kissed her bare skin as she carefully stretched. She felt the cool softness of the ivory rose petals that were strewn across the bedsheets. She grinned as memories came, and searched the room for her lover.
As if on cue the gorgeous woman entered, beautifully nude and carrying a gray bundle of fur.
“Good morning,” she greeted, leaning in for a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m glad you’re up. This guy’s been trying to get at you all morning.”
Chan sat up and took her cat, who was already purring loudly. She held him up and examined him. “I was so worried about you.” She kissed his nose and set him free, thankful he was okay. He plopped down and rolled over, offering his belly.
“He was at the back door bright and early this morning,” Sarah said, stroking her face.
Chan nearly swooned from the feel of her. “Did you get any sleep?” They had made love long into the night, and somehow Sarah had made her come two more times without hurting her wound. The woman was an incredible lover in every way imaginable. Chan couldn’t have imagined a better lover.
