by J J Arias
“Then do it. There’s nothing stopping you.”
“You don’t understand,” she started. The crushing weight of reality made it hard to take a full inhale.
“I understand plenty. There’s something here, right? I’m not imagining it?”
George gulped and looked up at the sky as if it held the answers.
“And it feels pretty freaking special, doesn’t it?” Mila dropped her hand and stepped closer.
George dragged her eyes from the horizon to Mila’s face. There was no denying it. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Then what’s stopping you?” Mila whispered inches from George’s lips. “I’m here and I want this. I want you.”
“You’re technically a staffer. We can’t engage in a relationship of any sort. Even if it’s consensual. It would be an abuse of my office,” she explained through the pit in her stomach.
Mila raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”
“It might not seem like a lot to you, but I’d lose my position. Not to mention—”
“I quit,” she said, cutting her off as she stepped into her space and took both her hands.
The warmth of her skin was electric and ignited every nerve in George’s body. Her stomach heaved and she tipped her head forward as Mila tipped hers down so their foreheads pressed together. The intimacy of the contact was almost too much to bear, but George resisted the urge to push her away.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Mila repeated softly. “I quit. There’s only four months left of the program anyway. I’ve made some good connections, and I’m thinking about applying for law school.”
“I can’t let you do that,” she replied as her chest tightened and her stomach churned. “Not for me.”
“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me,” she assured her. “I need to see what this is, George. I’ve never come across a connection like this before. I can’t live with the regret of not knowing.”
The words caused a hammering like a bucking animal ready to break free of its enclosure inside George’s chest. “You’re so much braver than I am,” she said softly as she closed her eyes to drown in the scent of Mila’s sweet perfume.
Mila gripped her hands tighter. “You’re very brave. All you need to be is a little vulnerable,” she insisted as she tilted her head so her lips were even closer to George’s mouth. “I promise it won’t kill you.” George could hear the smile in her voice. “It just takes some practice. I promise to be patient while you learn.”
George opened her eyes and watched Mila’s soft, full lips. They had a hypnotizing effect, and she started to believe what Mila was saying. George moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. More than anything she wanted to taste Mila’s lips again. Since their kiss, a day hadn’t passed that she hadn’t thought about how soft and skilled those lips were. She wanted them again and again until death came for her.
“I can’t,” she whispered, terrified of the indulgence. Of not being able to stop. Of losing everything because her heart refused to be locked away in a cage ever again.
Mila smiled, sending a tremble through George’s body and weakening her knees. “Yes you can,” she said with perfect confidence. “You can do anything. You’re a fucking rockstar.”
George closed the gap. Duty and obligation fell to the wayside as she let her heart take control. Throwing off the binds of fear and failure, she clutched her waist before taking Mila’s bottom lip between her teeth. The kiss produced a chemical reaction, shutting off awareness of any other sensation. Mila’s lips were as soft as she remembered, moving skillfully against George’s mouth. She cupped both sides of her face to kiss her deeper as her tongue pushed beyond swelling lips.
“Can we go inside?” Mila asked in a half whine half moan as she wrapped her arms around George’s neck.
“God, yes,” she replied when she extricated herself from her grip.
* * *
“Nice digs,” Mila said as she looked around George’s private bedroom.
“Thanks,” she replied, her hands shaking as she locked the door behind her.
Mila stopped between the sitting area and the bed as if waiting for direction. Most of George was positive that going any further was a terrible idea, but her heart wasn’t listening to her fears. She swooped forward, grabbed Mila by the waist, and kissed her again.
“Don’t rush,” Mila whispered when George groped impatiently at her clothes. “I want to savor you.”
The words sent her desire skyrocketing. She’d always been attracted to Mila’s sensual voice, but her wanton whispers were lethal when combined with the physical proximity.
George walked her backwards toward the bed, laying her on a sea of plush pillows and a thick white bedspread. “I can’t promise the first time will be slow,” she said, her words dripping with lust as she slipped in beside her. “But maybe by the third or fourth time I’ll have better control.”
Mila grinned as she bit her bottom lip, and then George took over the job. When kissing her wasn’t enough, she moved down her jawline to the tender point at the base of her neck.
“Fuck,” Mila groaned, squirming under the targeted onslaught of teeth and tongue. George ran her open palm from her hip and over her trembling abdomen. The more she cursed and writhed, the more aroused George became.
“Touch me,” Mila demanded. George had stopped her advance at the top of her ribcage.
“So bossy,” she joked before diving into her lips once more. The kiss was so eager it bordered on desperate. George couldn’t help but smirk as she pulled her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Please,” she whined, pressing her hips down into the bed as if that could provide her much needed release.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Sliding her hand under her shirt, George found the thin material of her bra and ran her hand over the hard point beneath it. Mila immediately moaned and pulled George on top of her.
With the stiff peak between her fingers and her lips on Mila’s neck, George slipped her thigh between her legs. Mila pressed against her, seeking urgent relief from the mounting ache George was sure she was experiencing. Teasing her for as long as she could stand it herself, George continued to touch her sensitive skin over fabric.
“I thought you didn’t want to rush,” she whispered playfully.
“Please,” Mila begged, face flushed deep red and her eyebrows scrunched together. “I need you.”
George’s own desire was embarrassingly strong, and the words caused a painful spike through her system. After pulling off her long-sleeved shirt, George admired her body.
“Have you imagined me like this?” Mila asked, watching George intently as she lifted herself to get a better look at the woman beneath her.
“I have,” she admitted openly, unable to look away.
“Just like this? On top of me?”
George offered a lopsided smile. “I suspect you knew that already.”
It was Mila’s turn to smile. “You do give off some top energy,” she said before pulling her back down to her lips. “And you know what a top loves more than anything?” she asked, biting down hard on George’s lip. “Being topped,” she answered her own question and wrapped her strong thighs around her and flipped her over like she was nothing but a paper doll.
George landed on her back with a bounce, hazy on exactly how Mila had managed it. There wasn’t time to dwell on it before she was all over her. In a tornado of lips, teeth, and tongue, Mila was in her mouth, on her neck, and pulling down her sweatshirt.
“Off with this,” she demanded before pulling off her sweater and bra in three quick movements.
Even in the low light of the dying day, George was aware of her body. Things weren’t exactly as they’d been when she was Mila’s age.
“You’re so sexy,” Mila complimented before straddling her bare stomach and kissing her deeply. Now it was George’s turn for desperation.
Mila’s hands were warm as they discovered her bare c
hest, her back, her abdomen and everywhere else she could reach from her position. George’s arousal was growing so painful it reminded her of being a teenager. She never expected she would get so turned on again as the wetness dripped down her body.
“Now it’s you that’s teasing,” George said in a low husky voice coated with longing.
Mila slinked off her torso and knelt between her parted legs. With a wry grin and raised eyebrow, she made a show of slowly tugging at George’s thin belt. Each move toward unfastening set her body ablaze.
The top button popped off, sending her pulse into an irregular rhythm. Mila bit her own bottom lip as she pulled the zipper with painstaking deliberation.
Each click of the descending zipper sounded like the tick of a timed bomb. George lifted her hips off the bed as if that could ease the ache deep within. With her jeans hanging open, Mila bent forward and kissed a trail down from her navel to the top of her thin, black underwear.
With every sweep of her lips, George’s need grew more intense. She wanted the soft lips and warm tongue at the source of her soaking, wet problem.
Mila’s chuckle was lethal as it emanated from deep inside her chest. George opened the eyes she hadn’t realized she’d shut so tightly. After the thousands of tiny black spots disappeared, Mila was back in her sights and more stunning than ever. In a simple blue bra, messy hair, and flushed skin, Mila was radiant.
“Kiss me,” George pled in a raspy voice.
She obliged, replacing desperate lust with sensual softness.
The change in pace had devastating results. George wrapped her arms around her, unhooking her bra with a flick of her wrist and discarding it. The sensation of unencumbered skin against her own sent chills chasing each other down her body.
Mila’s inexorable mouth left her lips to focus on her collarbone. When she engaged the use of both her hands and her mouth in the meticulous expedition across every inch of her chest, George’s back arched off the bed as she writhed with the painful delight of anticipated release. Every touch and kiss sent her careening closer to the deliverance she so desperately wanted.
Without warning, Mila abandoned the tender flesh of her chest and scrambled down her body to do away with her jeans and underwear in one fell swoop. Before George could be self-conscious of her total nudity, Mila pulled off her own leggings and pressed her completely naked body against her.
George’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Mila pressed against her aching, wet center. Waxed within an inch of her life, Mila’s smooth skin slid along the slickness exposed by George’s parted legs. The contact robbed George of her voice as her mouth hung open. Each purposeful swing of Mila’s hips brought her impossibly close to the brink. After so long, George was sure it wouldn’t take much to send her soaring.
“Not yet,” she whispered against the shell of George’s ear, bringing her back from the edges of insanity or fantasy or whatever was claiming her mind and body.
When George managed to close her mouth, it was dry and her lips stuck to her teeth. It didn’t bother Mila, who launched headfirst into another all-consuming kiss as she snaked her hand between their sweaty bodies. A gasp was followed by a groan as the tips of Mila’s fingers slid down her embarrassingly slick flesh.
I’m going to have to do more than trim, she thought suddenly, recalling Mila’s hairless body.
“You feel so damn good,” Mila whimpered with a truly pained expression on her face as her finger slipped further down toward the source.
George’s eyes closed at the contact with her incredibly sensitive flesh. It was going to be an embarrassingly quick trip, but she was too far gone for her ego to have input.
With unnerving accuracy, Mila’s fingertips danced in slow rhythm. Each turn brought George to newer and more unimaginable heights. Despite her best efforts, she squirmed and moved as if lunging toward her fingers while simultaneously trying to escape the intensity of the sensation.
“You have to stop moving, or I’ll lose my place,” Mila warned against her lips. “I promise it will be so much better if you let me do it.”
With a pounding heart and swimming brain, George diverted her attention to kissing Mila with her entire being. It helped distract her from the agonizing buildup. In seconds, she was back on the never-ending incline, unsure that the tipping point would ever come.
By the grin on Mila’s lips every time she groaned or cried or cursed, it was clear that she was trying to prolong the experience as long as humanly possible. If she were a less competitive soul, she’d yield and beg for release, but George held fast. With every build up and subsequent agonizing pause followed by contact with a different erogenous zone, she was better at the game.
“You can’t let me win, can you?” Mila asked as George tossed her head back and let Mila enter her completely with two fingers.
“If I let you,” she countered, dizzy and half-crazed by the longest, most tortured path toward an orgasm ever, “then it wouldn’t be winning, would it?”
Mila chuckled before her bright eyes darkened. The games were over. With her lips on hers, she directed her soaked fingers to the very tip of George’s sensitive point. With a feather touch, she rolled her fingertips in small tight circles.
At first, George hardly felt a thing, but then a low heat began simmering in the depths of her belly. She couldn’t maintain the kiss as she gnashed her teeth together and grabbed the edge of the bed and dug her nails into Mila’s back. The heat radiated from her core out to her extremities until it wrapped like tendrils around her brain and sent her body to a new euphoric plane.
As Mila’s fingers moved quicker over a spot that would have normally been too sensitive to be pleasurable, she maintained the incredibly light pressure. It was like she had the combination to a brand-new part of George’s body she didn’t even know was there.
“Let go,” Mila whispered encouraging. “I’ve got you,” she said before looping her free arm behind George’s neck as she maintained her tempo with the one driving her insane.
In a rush, the room faded as George was consumed with the fire that had been building. True to her word, Mila held her tightly as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure rocked her unprepared body. When she became too sensitive, Mila slipped inside her and with the same slow, purposeful pace, produced pleasure from previously undiscovered locations.
By the time she couldn’t take another second, George was an absolute mess of tears, trembling, and bliss. If she wasn’t sure she hadn’t consumed anything in Mila’s presence, she’d be positive she’d been drugged. The colors in her room looked different, the smells, the sounds, it was all brand-new.
“I’m not even that good with my hands,” Mila teased as she nibbled on George’s lips and absentmindedly stroked her trembling belly.
George chuckled as she pulled her closer and ran her fingers up and down her side. Mila snuggled up against her and rested her head on her shoulder before pulling the covers over them both.
“What are you doing? I’ve barely gotten to touch you,” she protested through heavy eyelids. Mila had taken her for all she was worth, but she could muster the energy to return the favor.
“We have plenty of time for that,” she replied, placing a soft kiss on her lips and another on her cheek. “Plus, I prefer you ravish me with a full battery,” she joked as she reclaimed the spot on her shoulder.
George wanted to protest, but she’d never experienced anything like what had just rocked her body. At least not from the trusty little vibrator that had been living in her sock drawer for the better part of a decade. She’d forgotten there was a difference between serviceable orgasms to keep need at bay and the full experience of sex with someone she cared about it. The latter had left her totally spent.
Without saying another word, George closed her eyes and slept more soundly with Mila breathing softly in her arms than she had in a great many years.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The morning light filtered through the open cur
tains and roused George from an extraordinarily deep sleep. Judging by her stiff muscles, she hadn’t moved all night. As she shifted, she became aware of the fact that her entire side was numb, and then the memories exploded through her consciousness.
Mila was naked. Naked and in her bed. Naked and in her bed and curled around her like a snake. Apart from their interlaced legs, George had also kept her arm wrapped around her back and held her tightly against her chest for hours. With her free hand she smoothed down the wayward strands of blonde hair tickling her nose and then kissed the top of her head.
How strange, she thought. I’ve slept alone for so long that this shouldn’t feel so natural.
Running her fingers through Mila’s hair, she allowed herself another minute of indulgence before beginning to extricate herself from their embrace.
“Mornin’,” Mila greeted sleepily as she turned her head toward George and rested her chin on her chest.
The single word uttered in the husky tone of an unused voice gave her goosebumps. She couldn’t stop the smile that crept over her lips.
“Don’t give me that face,” Mila chastised as she cupped George’s jaw.
“What face?”
“This lovestruck puppy face, with your big brown eyes that look like they might bend into heart shapes.”
The words caught George off guard and yanked her out of her happy haze. “I—”
“Because if you do,” Mila pulled herself up and nuzzled against George’s neck. “I won’t be able to let you leave this bed today,” she finished, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and all over her chest.
George released the breath she was holding and reveled in the sensation of soft, warm lips on her skin. It had the immediate and devastating effect of reigniting the fire that had been more than adequately extinguished the night before.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” George warned with a raised eyebrow as she glanced down at the woman kissing her goosebump-covered abdomen and working toward her hip bones.
