Exchange

by CF Frizzell

  Mel drove both hands into Shay’s hair and returned the kiss just as thoroughly. The flood of pure, raw want sent her into an uncontrollable tailspin, a high she could not—did not have to stop. She squeezed Shay’s shoulders and felt the response with a surge in her heart and groin.

  Shay pulled her blouse up and off, and Mel groaned with want. She felt her knees quake when Shay released her bra, and watched as Shay cupped her breasts with a tender, reverent touch, just as she’d expected. And you waited so long. Her breasts filled Shay’s palms, dissolved into weightlessness as long fingers surrounded them and kneaded lightly.

  Shay lowered her head. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She kissed each taut nipple and Mel shuddered. Her eyes fell closed, and as a warm hand claimed each breast, she felt Shay’s mouth meet hers. “Breathe,” Shay whispered. “When you’re this close, it’s easy to tell when someone’s not breathing.”

  “It’s your fault,” she said on a sigh. Slow, seeking kisses milked her throat of all her strength, and she was almost too overcome to stand.

  Shay’s breath on her skin tingled everywhere. It made her chest tight, her arms and legs dangerously weak, her sex cry for attention. She belonged to Shay at that moment, and there was only the urge to give. No urge to resist, no thought of turning back or of tomorrow, just surrender.

  “I want you so much.” She set her palms on Shay’s chest and kissed her with a longing that left them both breathless. “Such an incredible kisser, Shay Maguire.”

  She unbuttoned Shay’s shirt and laid it back off her shoulders. Shay drew her arms out and let it drop to the floor, and Mel ran fingertips along the straps of the white tank top, recalling those urges to touch it every time she’d seen Shay wear one. She loved the lines of Shay’s shoulders and torso, how they swept to her hips and thighs, the straight and solid musculature that extended along her limbs. She wanted to touch them, too, feel them around her, wanted them relaxed and at ease in her hands.

  She ran a palm lightly down Shay’s arm and relished the sensuous texture of skin over the hard bicep, the corded forearm. “So incredibly sexy.” She explored the curve of Shay’s neck with her whole hand, grazed down and over her breast, and paused to massage it through the cotton. She rubbed firmly across the width of Shay’s abs and exhaled hard. Mine.

  She pinched the fabric. “Take this off. Now.” Shay obeyed, and small breasts and eager nipples appeared in the dim light. Mel leaned forward and kissed the center of Shay’s chest, then each nipple. She covered them with her hands and squeezed, pleased when Shay took a steadying breath. She slid her hands up to Shay’s shoulders and marveled at the solid feel of them. “Heaven help me.”

  Shay went to one knee.

  “My turn.” The heat of Shay’s kiss on her stomach made Mel inhale, the sensation of Shay’s tongue along the inside of her waistband made her squirm. Mel sent both hands into Shay’s hair to steady herself, and looked down as Shay unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Shay pushed them and Mel’s bikini briefs to her knees and pressed a kiss into the narrow triangle of blond curls between Mel’s legs.

  “Shay. I don’t think I can st—”

  “Sh.” She kissed Mel’s thighs as she lowered her clothing to the floor.

  Supported by a shaky hand on Shay’s head, Mel stepped free of them, and Shay stole her sandals as she did, and slid those expansive hands up the back of her legs. From her knees, Shay flexed her fingers into Mel’s rear and slowly looked up.

  “You are a goddess. My goddess.”

  The tousled hair, the wondrous half-smile on that shadowy face drew Mel’s fingers to Shay’s chin in an enchanted daze. She urged her to stand, entranced by the ardent smokiness of her eyes. Shay stood taller, it seemed, and, broad-shouldered and naked to the hips, more dominant and arresting than ever. The simmering air between them rippled the length of Mel’s nude frame, and she was never happier to be so completely exposed and available.

  “You are the hottest thing I have ever seen—especially in just jeans.” She exhaled hard. “Such a stud you are, my God.” She reached for Shay’s belt and unbuckled it, then unbuttoned her fly. She grinned into Shay’s smile as she slid her palms beneath the waistband and forced the jeans to the floor. Sharply contoured pelvic bones and thigh muscles, a dark thatch of hair appeared within easy reach, and Mel labored to contain her throbbing eagerness to touch.

  “My boots.”

  Mel simply pointed to her bed. Shay sat, and as Mel removed the second one, Shay grabbed her hand and pulled. Mel went willingly and landed atop her, an electric first connection that shimmered between them. Shay wrapped her up tightly and they sank into a lengthy, penetrating kiss.

  Shay rolled nearly on top of her, her kisses fierce and hungry. Mel held on firmly, pulled on her shoulders and back, clutched at Shay’s ass. Abruptly, Shay stopped and shook her head.

  Gasping for breath, Mel looked up in wonder.

  “I cannot kiss you like that,” Shay stated. “I have to kiss you like this.” And now her kisses were soft and deliberate, languorous and wet. Mel reached for more with her tongue, felt Shay take it, suck it deeply. Hands squeezed her hips and made Mel writhe beneath her, wound her sex so tightly she nearly begged.

  Shay sat back, straddling one of Mel’s legs, and Mel would have whimpered if not for Shay’s finger at her lips.

  “I want to look at you like this.” She ran her hands delicately over Mel’s stomach and up to claim both breasts. “I want to worship every single inch of you.”

  All modesty abandoned, Mel gloried beneath Shay’s attention, immeasurably pleased to see Shay liked what she saw. She watched Shay caress her stomach, the slope of her hipbone, the top of her thighs, the pale blond hair between them. She writhed at the touch. Sensation constricted her lungs, gnarled her abdominals, and twisted in her groin. She nearly doubled over with yearning.

  Shay slowly kissed her stomach, ran her nose along the underside of each breast, and then across and around each nipple. She sucked contentedly on each one for some time.

  “Shay, God, I love your touch.”

  Shay licked between her breasts and up to the base of her throat. Mel’s arms crossed over Shay’s back, and she sought Shay’s lips.

  “Kiss me.”

  Shay lay on her slowly, her thigh settling between Mel’s, and licked Mel’s lips steadily as she pressed up into her. Mel’s hips rose and her senses whirled. Shay’s tongue ventured into her mouth, inside each lip.

  Mel’s hands roamed Shay’s back, absorbed its strength, and she thrilled to possess its power. She wanted to lay her face on it, to taste it. Mel grabbed a fistful of blanket and sheet when Shay’s bare thigh snugged farther into a tight, perfect fit between her legs.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Mel felt the heat and wetness on her own thigh as Shay rode it, as Shay slipped her arms beneath Mel’s shoulders and melded to her body completely.

  “I want you, Mel,” Shay whispered into her mouth. “I want to please you, to thrill you.”

  Mel hooked her leg over Shay’s hip, and Shay pressed into her with purpose. At Mel’s gasp, Shay rocked harder. She lifted Mel’s breast and took possession of the nipple, sucking firmly, tugging on it every time Mel moaned.

  “Shay. I want…”

  “What would you like?” Shay whispered, kisses moving to Mel’s stomach. “Tell me. Anything.”

  Mel pressed the hand covering her breast. Her mind reeled. With the warmth of Shay’s breath on the inside of her thigh, she thought she would explode with desire. No one had touched her in so long, she’d almost forgotten what the sensation did to her. Emotionally and physically, she tried in vain to focus.

  “I…” Words were so difficult. Shay’s kisses, her open mouth, her tongue traveled up her thigh. “Oh God.”

  “Tell me.” Shay nuzzled her hair and Mel squirmed.

  “I want to be yours.” With an exquisite urgency, she reached for Shay’s head, combed fingers into her hair. “Take me.”

  At the touch
of Shay’s tongue, Mel’s body arched hard off the bed and a steel-like arm encircled her hips. Shay’s long fingers held her open as she lapped at her wetness, at her clit, with scorching, wide strokes, slowly from every direction.

  She shuddered uncontrollably, and her hands and arms collapsed onto the bed. Somehow, she uttered Shay’s name. How inconceivable, she thought as her mind raced blindly, to find a special someone after all this time, and then beg to be taken, to invite her to feast on her, make her come…how euphoric…

  Shay kissed her clit, blew on it, ran her lips over it, and teased her devilishly.

  “Jesus, you’re evil.”

  “Come to me, Mel.” She delivered deep, heavy kisses into the wet heat, and Mel shook violently.

  “Sh—Shay. Yes, Shay. Please.”

  Shay claimed her clit and sucked hard. Mel quivered repeatedly as Shay commanded her every bodily function, and Mel grew wetter by the second. She reveled in the feel of that handsome face immersed in her. Shay slid both palms beneath her and drew Mel to her mouth tightly. Possess me. A wave of surrender rolled through Mel at Shay’s primal, muffled growl against her flesh, and she welcomed Shay’s unrelenting worship of her clit so much it dazed her.

  Her body rocked as Shay pressed deeper, took every ounce of her. Mel struggled not to scream Shay’s name as every muscle grew taut, strained for release. Her strength never more evident, Shay kept her in perfect position to devour her, and Mel couldn’t have pleaded for a more exacting touch. Mel’s connection with reality frayed. Shay sucked ravenously, took her mercilessly until, at last over the top, Mel shattered.

  Shay gently released her hips as the shuddering subsided and Mel worked to steady her breathing. She twitched as Shay continued to lick her sex.

  “Can’t get enough of you,” Shay whispered into her.

  Mel brought her hands to Shay’s head. “My God. Please come here.”

  Shay lowered herself as gently onto her body as she did her mouth to Mel’s lips. Desperate as she was to crush Shay to her, Mel knew she lacked the strength. But Shay seemed to know, and carefully gathered her in her arms. She rolled them as one onto their sides, and kissed her deeply.

  Shay burrowed her face between Mel’s and their pillow and kissed her ear. “So, so beautiful.”

  Mel shivered at the breath along her neck. She sighed inside, thankful to be held together in one piece, thankful and joyous that it was Shay holding her.

  “Incredible.” She stroked Shay’s neck, squeezed her shoulders and back.

  “You are incredible, Mel. I could make love with you till I pass out.”

  Eyes closed, Mel smiled. “Another one of those and I might.”

  Shay raised her head and kissed her slowly. “I want to give you stars,” she said, and kissed each lip. “Stars, thunder, lightning.”

  “Shay, I saw, I felt all of them.”

  “That’s all I want, Mel. I want to give you everything.”

  Mel’s voice was meek, broken against Shay’s lips. “Where have you been, Shay Maguire?”

  Shay took Mel’s mouth tenderly. “Searching for you.”

  *

  The sun blazed through both windows at seven o’clock, when Nana yelled up the stairs.

  “Melissa! Are you coming down for breakfast?”

  Shay yanked her arms and legs free from Mel’s, and saw her lurch upright.

  “No thanks, Nana. I’ll be down in a little bit.”

  Shay lay in place, completely taken by the lustrous hair, the fair skin, the luxurious texture of Mel’s bare back. She ran her hand across it. “At least we didn’t wake her during the night.”

  Mel lay down and trilled light fingers around Shay’s breasts. She stimulated a nipple with her thumb and Shay’s heart rate spiked.

  “We really have to be quiet now,” Mel whispered, and straddled Shay’s waist.

  Claiming both nipples with a snarl, Mel slid her mouth over Shay’s, and rubbed her wet center against her abs, sent fingers into her hair. Shay groaned, struggled to be patient as Mel’s hair feathered onto her face.

  “God, you’re so good,” Mel breathed between kisses. “You make me so happy.”

  Shay clamped both hands on her hips and squeezed, worked her fingers between Mel’s legs, eager to claim. Mel responded with impassioned kisses, and tugged, twisted both nipples. Shay’s muscles slackened, her sex screamed for action.

  “Mmm.” Mel smiled onto her lips. “Gotcha.” Shay couldn’t respond. Mel’s tongue slipped into her mouth, licked hers, and Shay sucked needily.

  She tripped her fingers through Mel’s sex before sliding two inside and causing Mel’s attention to fail, her mouth to fall away. Shay sat them up, her fingers still deep inside, and Mel’s head dropped limply onto her shoulder.

  “Now I’ve got you,” Shay breathed into the sweet slope of her neck. “And I love it. God. You’re so deliciously wet. I love being inside you, Mel. I love touching the softness of you…such a lady.” She stroked the hot inner walls, explored as deeply as her fingers would reach, and Mel’s arms tightened around her shoulders. Her breathing quickened in Shay’s ear.

  “Jesus, Shay, feeling you inside me like this…Stay there.”

  Their lips met softly but the kiss heightened. Shay shifted her fingers, crazy with the feel of her, to be exactly where she was.

  “Let me stay inside you like this all day,” Shay murmured against her throat. “I will always be gentle.”

  Her words breathy and heavy, Mel tongued her ear, whispering, “You are just…fucking amazing.” She rotated her hips slightly on Shay’s fingers. “So perfect inside me. God, you feel so good, all over. I love your strength, your muscles, and how hard and smooth you are.”

  Shay’s stomach grumbled loudly and she chuckled against Mel’s chin.

  Mel’s head lolled backward as she sighed. “Sounds like someone’s hungry.”

  Shay tightened her arm around Mel’s waist and wiggled her fingers inside, made Mel squirm. “You know what I’m hungry for, Mel.” She covered Mel’s neck with long, wet kisses.

  “Shh. We have to be quiet. Oh, that feels— Shay, somehow we should…need to stop. Nana could make her way up here. Oh, God, yes.”

  Shay couldn’t think about anyone’s grandmother. Not right now. She swirled her fingers again, and relished the steaming, wet clench of Mel’s muscles. Mel shuddered and inched down onto them for more. Her head returned to Shay’s shoulder.

  “Oh, please stay inside me.” She gripped the tendon at Shay’s neck with her teeth.

  I’d crawl inside you, if I could.

  Shay laid Mel back, eased in deeper, withdrew smoothly. She moved down on the bed and used both palms to spread Mel’s thighs farther apart, open her fully. She tickled the glistening flesh, kissed it, twirled her tongue around Mel’s clit and took it. Hungrier than she’d ever imagined, she sucked firmly, relentlessly, and Mel moaned, drew Shay’s head into her. Mel’s hips rose and shook, and Shay followed. She refused to give less than everything she could, refused to part with the treasure in her mouth. Mel’s body became rigid and beckoned. Shay bore down and drove Mel up, off the bed.

  Clutching at the sheet, Mel threw her other hand over her face. “Shay, yes!”

  Shay nibbled her clit, forced her into a thrashing orgasm, and held her at the peak of ecstasy, trembling, whimpering. Shay groaned at their pleasure, and as Mel succumbed, Shay relaxed between her legs, content to lap her moist sex.

  “Shay Maguire,” Mel exhaled in a hush, exhausted. “Dear God. I am helpless against you.”

  “And I just can’t get enough of you.” Shay nuzzled into her.

  “Oh, Christ, yes.” Tremors rocked her with every movement of Shay’s tongue. “Nothing on earth has ever felt so good.”

  Shay set Mel’s thighs on her shoulders and kissed from the inside of one to the other, paused between them to dip her tongue for more. Mel shifted encouragingly, and Shay could feel the throbbing against her lips. She kissed the swollen cli
t gingerly.

  “You’re so sweet, so tender. I am starving for you.” Shay sucked steadily and slid inside again. Mel sighed and her palm skittered across Shay’s hair. Shay kissed the thigh that reclined against her shoulder, then flicked her tongue across Mel’s exposed clit and made her twitch.

  “How can I let go?” she whispered, pleading. “Holding you inside like this, tasting you this way, there is no outside world. Just you.”

  “Just you. Only you, Shay.”

  Mel drew a fingertip across Shay’s wet lips and Shay thought her heart would burst. She wanted Mel and everything that meant. That Mel somehow knew, that she was willing to surrender so much, simply completed her in every way.

  Shay pressed her mouth to Mel’s clit. “You are a treasure.”

  Her yearning mounting, Shay increased the pressure, the strength of her kiss, the swipe of her tongue, and Mel shivered. Shay sucked harder, tugged the enlarged bud deeper into her mouth, and heard Mel struggle to remain quiet. The thighs on her shoulders stiffened, and Mel shook. A trickle of warmth coated Shay’s cheek and chin. Her own clit pulsed wildly as she licked Mel’s opening, swallowed Mel’s essence. The urge to touch herself nearly distracted her. She practically pounced on Mel’s clit, seized it with her lips, then between her teeth. Mel hissed and twisted against her mouth, and Shay nearly lost her grip on the soft hips.

  “Come to me, honey,” Shay said on a breath. She slid her fingers deep within the taut flesh as she sucked with as much force as she dare. Mel uttered a long, muffled groan.

  “I’m com—” She hugged a pillow over her face as her body curled upward and muscles clenched around Shay’s mouth and fingers. Wolfishly, Shay persisted, clung to her, feasted, and Mel’s climax vibrated long and hard against her tongue. Mel’s hand fell atop Shay’s head, and Shay stopped. The tremors at her mouth slowed. The pillow cast aside, Mel gasped for air, spent. Shay drank from her, kisses searching and soft.

  Then, crisp knocking on the bedroom door changed everything.

  Shay withdrew swiftly, rolling over and off the far side of the bed to the floor. She snatched her clothes back out of the line of sight as Mel struggled valiantly to collect herself.