by A. L. Brooks
First, they swept up to Megan’s breasts again—squeezing, pinching, pulling. Every touch made Megan wetter, made her breathing quicken, and ripped moan after moan from her throat. Those same hands moved down, over Megan’s torso, caressing her thighs, one hand then dipping between Megan’s legs and dragging slowly, so slowly through the wetness it found there.
Megan arched up against Lena, moaning her name, and Lena repeated the gesture. With each brush of her fingers against Megan’s clit, Megan pressed her head even further back into the bed, her hands clutching at Lena’s back.
“Lena, please,” she begged, her body on fire.
Lena obliged without hesitation. She slipped one finger inside Megan, slow but deep, and Megan’s eyes rolled back in her head at the exquisite sensation of Lena pressing into her.
“Yes,” she breathed, and writhed in Lena’s arms as Lena began a perfect rhythm, long, slow strokes that filled Megan just the way she liked it.
Lena kissed her throat, then her lips. Megan tried hard to maintain the kiss but Lena’s palm was now pressing on her clit with every thrust she made inside Megan, and she had to tear her mouth away to breathe, and groan, and gasp.
“Look at me,” Lena said, her voice strained. “Megan, please look at me.”
With the greatest of difficulty, Megan forced her eyes open and found Lena gazing down at her, her hand never once stopping its rhythm.
“I want this,” Lena breathed. “I want you.”
“Oh, God. Lena.” Megan stared into Lena’s eyes, the deep brown depths of them, and something let loose in her. Moments later, her climax thundered through her. Her hips rose up off the bed, her hands clutching at Lena’s shoulders.
“Oh, yes,” Lena hissed, pressing even deeper. “So beautiful, Megan. So beautiful.”
There were tears in Lena’s eyes, but she was smiling and Megan understood. Lena slowed her hand’s movement, bringing Megan gently down as she relaxed her body back into the bed.
“Lena,” Megan said, her eyes wide in wonder. “That was…incredible.”
Lena nodded and placed gentle kisses in a random pattern over Megan’s face and neck. She shifted position slightly, and searing-hot wetness scalded Megan’s thigh.
“Oh, Lena,” Megan whispered. “You are so wet.”
Lena nodded, her cheeks only pinking slightly. “That’s you,” she said softly. “What you do to me.”
“Well, in that case,” Megan said, smirking, “I think it’s only fair I do something about that, don’t you?”
Lena laughed, then gasped as Megan ran her hands down Lena’s back and dipped boldly into that pool of delicious wetness with the fingertips of both hands. She gently stroked back and forth, as far as she could reach, loving the noises Lena made as she did so.
“I think you should lay down,” she whispered, gently nudging Lena to one side. “And let me touch you.”
Lena gazed at her and nodded before rolling carefully off Megan and laying on her back beside her. Her hands twitched at the sheets, but she held Megan’s gaze as Megan leaned up on one arm and looked down at her.
“You are so gorgeous,” Megan said, letting one finger trace a meandering pathway down between Lena’s breasts, then over to one nipple, where she let it play back and forth over the top of the hardened peak.
“Oh,” was all Lena seemed to be able to manage, and Megan smiled.
Then, unable to resist any longer, she dipped her head and wrapped her lips around that nipple. It felt glorious, hard and responsive under her lips. She cupped the breast with both hands, revelling in the abundance of flesh for her to hold, to press, to knead. Lena came alive under her, her body moving restlessly, her fingers loosening their hold on the sheets to reach up and touch whatever part of Megan she could find.
Megan moved, carefully swinging one leg at a time over Lena to place herself between Lena’s thighs. She kissed her way down Lena’s warm, soft body, over her rounded belly, until her nose rubbed into the damp hair between Lena’s legs.
She lifted her head. “Can I?” she asked up the landscape of Lena’s body.
Lena met her gaze and nodded once, groaning as she did so. Megan couldn’t wait; she opened her mouth and let her tongue travel a slow path through Lena’s wetness. Lena’s tortured groan was all the encouragement she needed, and she feasted.
She licked, and tasted, and held Lena’s thighs tight as Lena’s orgasm crashed over her, her breathy cries loud in the quiet room.
“Please,” Lena gasped, “come here.” She tugged gently on Megan’s hair, who placed one last kiss on Lena’s centre before crawling up the bed to press her body flush against Lena’s. Lena held her close, kissing her shoulders, her neck, her face. Finally, she gazed up at Megan, her smile lighting up her entire face. “That was…amazing. You are amazing.”
Megan shook her head. “Nope. That’s you. I don’t know what happened today, but I am so glad it did.”
Lena chuckled, and closed her eyes momentarily. “Dorothy happened,” she said, and snorted as Megan gaped at her.
“W-what?”
Lena pulled Megan close. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” She kissed Megan slowly, lingeringly. “Right now, I want to do some more of this,” she whispered, kissing Megan deeply again.
When she could finally breathe, Megan stared down at the woman in her arms. “Whatever you say. Kiss me like that and you can have anything you want.”
Lena raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously. “Anything?” she asked, almost purring.
“Oh, yeah,” Megan said, and groaned as Lena’s lips found hers again, kissing her senseless.
Chapter 31
“Lena. Lena!”
Lena could hear her name being called, but there was no way she wanted to leave the warm, snuggly place she was buried in. It was peaceful in here, and safe, and she felt marvellous.
“Lena, we overslept. It’s nine o’clock!”
Lena’s eyes finally opened, against her will, to find a concerned-looking Megan staring down at her. Lena’s mind caught up with events and her thoughts spun through the situation—it was Monday morning, so she was already supposed to be at work by now. Okay, that could be a problem. However, it wasn’t month end, and if her hazy memory served her correctly, her calendar wasn’t exactly full of meetings for the day ahead. So, here she was, wrapped up with Megan after a wonderful night of getting to know each other physically, and she should be panicking about the late hour. Yet, somehow, she wasn’t.
She had a twinge of anxiety about calling her manager to say she would be late or—the thought came to her unbidden—maybe she wouldn’t even go in at all. She smiled. Was she, Lena Shah, seriously contemplating playing truant from her job for a day? She’d never done that in her life. Even when she’d been job hunting in London she’d only ever taken a couple of hours off work from the council at the end of a day, feigning a doctor’s appointment. And each time she’d done it her stomach had been tied in knots for hours.
The thought of doing it now excited her rather than stressed her, and her smile widened.
“Really?” she asked, wriggling under the duvet, acutely aware of Megan’s naked body pressed against hers and revelling in the multiple sensations that body elicited in her own. She gazed up into the pale blue of Megan’s eyes, smiling at the panic they contained. “What shift are you working today?”
Megan stared at her, mouth agape. “Er, start at, um, noon,” she stuttered.
“Well.” Lena reached for Megan, pulling her even closer. “Why don’t you come here and kiss me good morning, then I will have a think about what excuse I will use to call in sick.”
Her confident tone stunned even herself, and she laughed as Megan snorted and shook her head.
“Okay, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”
Lena laughed louder, then sobered an
d stared deeply into Megan’s eyes. “Megan, right now, the last thing I care about is my job.” She stroked a fingertip down Megan’s cheek. “Right now, this is the most important thing to me, and I want to stay right here, wrapped up in you this morning. I will tell work I suddenly had to move back into my place, which is not a complete lie. They’ll be okay, I’ve done lots of overtime recently.”
The justifications came surprisingly easy, and the release she found from letting go of even one day of work and routine and commitment was overwhelming.
Megan nodded slowly. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” She paused, and a gentle blush covered her cheeks. “This is the most important thing to you right now?”
Lena smiled and pecked a brief kiss on Megan’s lips. “Yes. Absolutely. Let’s just say, thanks to Dorothy, I had an epiphany yesterday. And this—” she said quietly, as she motioned between them, their naked bodies wrapped up under Megan’s duvet “—is the result.”
Megan chuckled. “Okay, so I am now officially a fan of epiphanies.”
“Good.” Lena kissed her again. “Now, I hate to be practical, but I do need to go to the bathroom and phone the office. But then,” she said, daring to run her tongue up the length of Megan’s neck, “I am all yours.”
“Oh. My. God.” Megan groaned and flopped back on the bed. “I think you might actually kill me.”
Lena laughed and couldn’t remember if she’d ever laughed so freely, naked in bed with someone. She crawled out from under the covers, ignoring Megan’s protests and playfully slapping her hands away as they quested after Lena’s skin.
The flat was cold, but Lena didn’t bother with a robe or even a T-shirt. She walked stark naked across the living area and into the bathroom. As she washed her hands afterwards, she smiled at herself in the mirror above the sink. She looked…sated. Glowing.
Happy.
It felt amazing.
“Hurry up!” Megan’s shouted words made her snort with laughter.
“All right,” she called as she exited the bathroom. “Are you always this impatient?”
“You bet!”
She called the office, and not surprisingly her manager was absolutely fine about her absence. They moved one meeting, and Lena agreed to dial in to another in the afternoon, but otherwise her manager expressed happiness in Lena’s news that she’d got her flat back and signed off with a cheery “see you tomorrow”.
Lena took a deep breath and checked in with herself. While telling the little white lie to her manager had caused her some discomfort, she could acknowledge that in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t the end of the world. Then she looked down at her naked body and took a moment to remember Megan’s worship of her the night before.
Megan had made her feel wanted in ways she’d only dreamed of. For someone who didn’t think she was very good at expressing her feelings verbally, Megan had outdone herself during the night. Words like beautiful, and sexy, and gorgeous, had been showered on Lena until she glowed from them alone, regardless of how Megan touched her. And oh, how Megan had touched her…
Tingling with the memories, and keen to repeat them, Lena strolled back into the bedroom, comfortable in her nudity, especially under the extremely attentive gaze of her girlfriend. Megan’s gaze roamed her body, and she shifted slightly in the bed as Lena approached.
Girlfriend. That had such a good ring to it. It was a label she was happy to repeat on a loop in her brain as she crawled back into the bed to greet Megan with a deep kiss. This, she knew, was the start of something that could last.
Megan had never once tried to change Lena; she had accepted Lena for who she was, with all her quirks and foibles. Instead, she had quietly, without judgment, seen in Lena the scared person that simply needed some encouragement to let go, and open up, and…be.
In return, Lena accepted she had offered less, so far, in their fledgling relationship, but at the same time she also knew that what she had offered, Megan had wanted and been grateful for. Care without smothering. Time spent together without being joined at the hip. Things that Julie had done to Megan and which would never have occurred to Lena to inflict on a partner.
So far, they had given each other exactly what they needed, with—she admitted wryly—a few bumps in the road along the way. She knew they may not have seen the last of those, but everything that had happened the last two days had taught Lena many things. Not least of which was how much she wanted—no, needed—Megan in her life.
She gazed down at Megan, holding her girlfriend’s amorous hands at bay for a moment. “If I haven’t said it before,” she started, nervous but excited about what she was about to say, “you are very special to me, Megan.”
Megan seemed to melt at her words. For all her apparent confidence, her sheer physical presence, she appeared to possess about the same level of self-doubt as Lena did. It was something Lena needed to remember—that they were virtually equal in this, in their own ways. They both had issues with how others perceived them, and they both had tender sore spots over past relationships. One night of incredible sex didn’t fix all of that, but it certainly had been a rather lovely start.
“And you are to me,” Megan whispered in reply. “I’m so happy right now, so excited about what we have.”
“Mm,” Lena murmured, nuzzling into Megan’s soft neck, an area that was rapidly becoming one of her favourite places. “Me too.”
“Lena.” Megan’s voice was tight.
“Yes?”
“Touch me. Please.”
“Anything you want.” Lena smiled against her girlfriend’s warm, soft skin. She shifted so that she could lay on top of Megan, and the bunched sheets twisted around her knees. “But first, I need to do something about these sheets. It will only take a minute.”
Megan laughed.
About A.L. Brooks
A.L. Brooks currently resides in London, although over the years she has lived in places as far afield as Aberdeen and Australia. She works 9–5 in corporate financial systems and spends many a lunchtime in the gym attempting to achieve some semblance of those firm abs she likes to write about so much. And then promptly negates all that with a couple of glasses of red wine and half a slab of dark chocolate in the evenings. When not writing she likes doing a bit of Latin dancing, cooking, travelling both at home and abroad, reading lots of other writers’ lesfic, and listening to mellow jazz.
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