by Lynn Galli
Her eyes scanned my legs, locked onto my blue undies, and slowly drifted up to my matching bra. When they hit mine and recognized the teasing glint, she shook her head once and took a swipe at the side of my ass. My hand caught hers before she landed the smack.
“Oh-ho,” I exclaimed. “I always suspected you were into kink.”
She laughed. “If I see that smug grin again I’ll swat you good.”
I laughed with her as she fought to release her arm from my grip. I used her momentum and swung her over onto her back. She was so stunned she couldn’t form any words. I took the opportunity to kiss her again. My bra brushed against her sexy pink satin one. I wondered if she wore sexy bras like this every day or if she might have hoped we’d end up here tonight.
“Beautiful pink,” I breathed out as two fingers dragged over the shell of her bra cup.
“Beautiful red.” She pushed a hand into my hair. “I’m so happy to see it again.”
“I did it for you,” I admitted a truth I’d been hiding even from myself.
She sucked in a breath as her hands drifted down to my shoulders and onto my arms. “I hoped.”
My hands went to work on her pants and stripped them off. She reached for my bra, but I pulled back out of her reach. Her growl surprised us both. I couldn’t help laughing and almost instantly felt sadness that I’d never experienced this with anyone before. Lust, sure, pleasure, to an extent, but desire, yearning, and merriment all wrapped up in sexual anticipation made my whole body tremble.
“I thought about licking every one of your freckles,” I said in a low voice, leaning down to lick one on her throat then another on her chest. Like mine, they covered every inch of her. I was going to spend the whole night doing the same.
“When that first photo was snapped,” she guessed and gave me one of her own smug looks that disappeared when my lips closed around a nipple through her bra. “Stop torturing me.”
My fingers slipped under the bra cups and danced close to her nipples. She pushed up against me. Her hands fumbled under her back and released the bra. I pushed at the straps, my eyes glued to her breasts as the bra fell away. Beautiful pink was right. Luscious light pink nipples crowned round, firm breasts sprinkled with those faint freckles.
I swallowed to get some moisture back in my mouth. Everything about her body was beautiful. “Ainsley,” I whispered, unable to form anymore words.
“Skye,” she mimicked and plucked her finger under the front clasp of my bra. “You’re beautiful, darling. Every bit of you.” Her hands came up to grasp my breasts.
To keep from whimpering, I swooped down for another kiss. My hips shimmied between hers, my thighs spreading hers wider. I reached down and pushed at my underwear, twisting to get both sides down and off my legs. Then I tugged at hers. With a lift of her hips I had hers off in seconds.
I looked down and nearly bashed my forehead against hers as she tried to do the same. “Let me look at you.”
“Me, first,” she ordered and twisted to push me off her and onto my side. “Gorgeous. You’re too gorgeous. You always were.”
“Sexy and beautiful and perfect.” I skated my hand down the center of her chest, over to her hip, and onto her thigh, squeezing and sliding over the supple skin.
“I love your red.” Her eyes went from the hair on my head to the landing strip on my mound.
I felt myself flush at her stare. My hand went to the band at the end of her braid and pulled it free. I pushed my fingers through her hair, watching the volume fan out around her head and shoulders. “I love your yellow. Always have.”
She tilted toward me and kissed me softly at first. Her tongue played along the seam of my mouth and pushed inside, skimming the surface of mine. A knee pushed between mine and her thigh surged against my throbbing center. She moaned when she felt how wet and ready I was.
I moved my thigh to press against her and found her just as ready. I tilted to try to slide on top of her, but she resisted. A moment later she tried the same and I wouldn’t let her.
“Skye,” she moaned. “I need to—”
I cut her off. “I need to—”
But she cut me off when her hand slid between us to cup me. My clit throbbed in her palm and I felt the razor sharp edge of climax skitter so close to completion. I’d never had a hair trigger response before, not with anyone, not even with myself.
“What do you need?” Her blue eyes sparkled with the knowledge that one or two strokes and she’d have me.
I wanted to fight what I knew was true. Protest my surrender. Wanted to, but couldn’t. “You. Any way. I don’t care, just you.”
“Thought so.”
She kissed me again and increased the pressure of the hand that now controlled me. Her thigh ground against the back of her hand, adding more exquisite tension. A finger probed, sliding through the folds and prodding softly, slightly inside before backing out and teasing again. My hips tilted, trying to force her where I wanted her to go. A smile interrupted her kiss as her teeth nipped at my bottom lip before she finally stopped teasing and pushed fully inside. We both sucked in the same breath as her finger backed out and she added another on her next plunge inside.
“Yes,” I dragged the word out, pumping my hips against her hand and thigh. Helpless to do anything other than let her have me, own me.
“You feel so good,” she panted.
I drew my hand up her side and onto her breast, squeezing softly. My fingers pulled out to the tip and pinched then twisted, testing what she liked best. Her pants turned to moans. She quivered with every tweak of her nipple.
“Don’t stop.” Her hips matched my rhythm and her breathing sped up. “Come for me, Skye.”
My eyes pinched shut as she pushed into me. Her palm slapped against my clit causing the tight spiral to burst and flare outward as my climax hit hard and sharp. My body pitched against hers as the pulsations crested and crashed over and over.
“My bonnie Skye,” she whispered when I opened my eyes and saw her watching me.
My heartbeat seemed to throb everywhere. It was hard to hear and see and breathe. She’d wrung everything I had out of me.
“Enjoyed that, did you?” she asked in that aggravating teasing tone.
I thought of a million retorts but actions were always better than words. My hand slid down and gripped her hip and pulled her toward me. I scooted back to bring her onto her stomach. She started to protest but I was sliding onto her back before she got a word out. I swiveled my hips against her heart shaped ass before shifting back onto my knees. She made another sound that was halfway between a whimper and a grouse. I silenced it by gripping her hips and bringing her up onto her knees. My hand rubbed up the length of her back as she twisted her head to look at me. I could see excitement and trepidation and frustration painting her expression. If she hadn’t stripped every emotion of mine bare, I’d never have tried this vulnerable position with her.
Both hands slid up her sides and dipped under to cup her breasts. Her head tilted up and she pushed back against me. My fingers tugged at her nipples, pulling another moan from her. I brought a hand back to skim over one muscular globe and onto the next. She trembled in my hands and I wondered if she’d ever let anyone put her in this position before. That excited me almost as much as her first touch.
“Skye,” she whispered.
“Is this okay?” I asked and leaned forward again to press a kiss to her back.
“I need—”
“I know what you need, Ainsley. Let me give it to you.” I knew she’d be more comfortable if she flipped over to face me or climbed on top of me. But I didn’t want this to be comfortable sex for her. I wanted it to be the best she ever had. I wanted it to shatter any and all of her defenses. Just like she’d done to me.
Her head twisted to look at me again. That wild billowy hair hid part of her face but not her beautiful cornflower blues. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. I could read her body.
I slid my
hand down and cupped her fully, my fingers pushing through the triangle of curls. My eyes squeezed shut at the feel of her engorged lips in my hand. I forced them open to watch every tiny responsive movement. I circled her entrance, waiting only a moment before her hips gave a fractional shift, the only hint I needed before thrusting inside. Her warm, slick walls clung to me. I pushed up against her, hissing at the pleasure I felt when my still sensitive clit smashed against the back of my hand. My finger pulled out and pushed back in. We both groaned as my rhythm sped up.
“More,” she ordered.
On the next plunge, I added my index finger and filled her. The tight channel expanded to fit me perfectly. I shifted my free hand to grip her hip and add leverage to our thrusts. I wanted to stay inside her forever, never stop pumping, never cease this pleasure. This feeling, this completeness was so foreign to me. Instinctively I knew I’d never have this with anyone else.
I skimmed my hand from her hip to her belly and stroked lightly. Her hips bucked back against me, trying to get my hand where she needed it most. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to make her beg as much as I wanted to give her everything she’d ever need. My fingers darted down and found her slick, swollen clit. It twitched and swelled even more with each flick of my fingers.
“You’re going to make me come,” she moaned. “Yes, oh, yes, darling.” Her head bowed as her body stiffened. Slick, tight muscles fluttered before clutching at me rhythmically. The contractions lasted more than a minute then her legs finally failed her. She collapsed to the bed and I fell with her.
“Ainsley,” I whispered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing her neck. I wanted to say so much more but didn’t know how to express all that I felt.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before her shoulders twisted. I lifted up onto my arms and let her flop onto her back. Her hands came up to brush my hair behind my ears. I read what I hoped was a mirror of my feelings in her eyes.
“I knew it would be like that,” she said softly. She raised her head and kissed me just as softly.
“Better than any fantasy,” I confirmed and slid to the side of her but never losing any contact. I felt exhausted and raw but whole for the first time in my life. We’d have to talk about that tomorrow. Right now, I needed a nap. Just long enough to get the energy to have her again. And I would have her again. As many times as she’d let me.
Forty-Three
A hand shook me awake. My eyes blinked open in the morning light. The other side of the bed was empty. My heart thumped hard until I remembered what had woken me up. I rolled over and saw her. That hair that had spilled out around her head in untamable tumbling waves as we made love for most of the night was wet and pulled back into another braid.
“Good morning,” I greeted, stupidly happy to be able to say that to her.
“Hello, darling.” Her voice had already worked through the morning gruff. I hope I hadn’t missed her singing in the shower or something equally charming.
My eyes searched out the clock. It was eight, a full hour later than I normally got up on Saturdays. I tried not to do the math on the time we had left. I reached out to grip her hips, pushing one hand inside her borrowed robe. Her skin was hot to the touch.
“You must get up.” She reached to stop my exploring hand.
“You must come back to bed.”
She leaned down and kissed me, slow and thorough. I moaned and brought both hands around her. I maneuvered her on top of me, my hand sliding down and over her naked rear. She ground her hips against me. Her mouth let go of mine and inched down my neck and onto my chest. Her tongue swiped once at my nipple before her mouth closed around it and sucked hard. I groaned and pulled her hips harder against me, feeling her swollen wetness slide against mine. She was going to wring another orgasm out of me if she kept this up, even after the four she’d already given me last night.
I groaned and moved to flip her over because I hadn’t gotten enough of her under me. Hadn’t gotten enough of her taste and feel and touch. Hadn’t gotten enough of her.
She rose up, her eyes clearing as she scrambled to sit up. “We haven’t enough time.”
I lifted up, attaching my mouth to her neck. “We have a little time.” My mouth drifted lower and lower. Her body wobbled as my lips surrounded one of her nipples. I slid my tongue in a semi-circular tease then closed my lips on the stiff bud.
“Ah, Skye,” she moaned and gripped my head. “Don’t do this to me.” She let out an expletive as she pulled back out of my mouth. “I need to pack.”
My hands dropped from the backs of her thighs. I really didn’t need that reminder. I sat up fully. Ainsley’s eyes raked over my naked chest. She tore her gaze away and kicked her leg up and over me to stand beside the bed.
“I planned to finish last night.” She reached out to touch my shoulder and glided her hand down to cup my breast. “But someone distracted me.”
“You were the distraction, my beauty.”
She snatched her hand back. “I’ll get some eggs started. You get your shower.” She hurried from the room as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.
It took a few minutes until my racing heart and sizzling lust simmered down enough to get out of bed. The shower would have been long and ultimately satisfying if staying in it wouldn’t have kept me from her longer. Stepping into jeans and a t-shirt, I went to find her in the kitchen where she was spooning eggs onto plates. I leaned in and kissed her because I couldn’t not.
“I love your mouth,” she breathed out when we broke apart.
I loved hers, too. And her hands and her eyes, hair, face, pretty much everything about her. What to do about it was the issue of the morning.
“Do you have to leave?” The question was out in the open before I could stop it. My mouth was talking on its own again, adding undo pressure before we’d even had breakfast.
She stepped back and looked away, busying herself with setting the plates on the breakfast bar. “Term starts soon.”
I knew that. I also knew she had the opportunity to stay on for the fall term here at what seemed like her choice of universities. I wanted to ask her if Georgetown wasn’t good enough. Why she couldn’t give it a try. I wanted to ask her if she’d stay for me, for us. But I had her answer. Her cousin had already asked and she said no. When I asked her if she had to go, she insisted on returning home.
“You could come to Scotland,” she whispered. Her eyes met mine, flicking back and forth between them.
Was she asking me to visit or something more? “To visit?” I couldn’t believe that I wanted her to say something else. Never in my life had I wanted something like this. Wanted her to ask me to go with her. Wanted her to want to stay.
She blinked away the moisture that built in her eyes. “If you want.”
To visit, yeah, I wanted. Would it ease this ache I now felt in my chest? No. It would only make it worse. I’d put my heart out for her to see and asked her if she had to go. Her response was to ask me to visit. Or was it me asking to visit? I was so confused. No one made me feel this jumbled up. For the first time I wasn’t thinking my way through how I felt. I was just feeling.
Glumly, I started eating the eggs she’d cooked for me. They tasted like nothing. She prepared them correctly and they would have tasted great if I didn’t feel so numb. She didn’t seem to be enjoying hers any more than I was.
“We should get over to Colin’s if you’re going to be ready in time.” I screamed at my mind to stop wishing she’d say she wanted to stay. That it didn’t matter if we got her packed or back to Colin’s. That last night should have changed her mind about where she wanted to be for the fall term.
She didn’t say any of those things. She just nodded and stood. In the next second her arms were around me, pulling me close, hugging me tight. Her lips placing tender kisses on my mouth. “This is so hard.”
I clutched her back, my desperation apparent in how tightly I held her. If I could make her stay without being charged with kidna
pping, I’d give it a try.
“We should go.” My voice was rough. I knew if I said anything more my throat would swell up and I’d start to cry.
The drive to Colin’s was silent. I didn’t want to embarrass us both by begging her to stay. It wouldn’t be fair to her. Or me when she told me again she had to get back. I pulled into the building garage and shut off the car. She faced me, reaching a hand out to lace her fingers with mine.
“I should have kissed you sooner,” she said, her voice so tender it made my heart ache more. “At the wedding, the next morning, when you were spending your free time making sure my mum enjoyed her visit. When I saw those photos of us on the steps when I couldn’t look away from you. Of us dancing when you felt so good in my arms.” Her eyes welled up. “I should have kissed you always.”
I blinked back my own tears.
“Don’t come to the airport. It’s already too hard.” She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine, pulling my bottom lip in for a nip before soothing it with her tongue and kissing me fully. A kiss that carved its way into my psyche. Unforgettable and expressive. A kiss that said goodbye.
Then she was out the door and into the elevator. Gone.
Forty-Four
If my boss were twirling his mustache, he couldn’t have looked more appropriate delivering this news. I sat across from him in his lavish office with views of the National Monument and the Jefferson Memorial in the distance. My view looked the other way at hotels and office buildings from only one window, not three on each wall. If I had this office, I’d probably stare out the windows all day.
“What do you say, Skye?”
My eyes jerked back to his and dropped to the scruff on his top lip. Not long enough to twirl. Men generally had facial hair so they wouldn’t have to shave or because they thought it flattered their faces. He had to trim this as often as he’d shave. Plus it was short enough to be prickly when his wife kissed him. In my opinion it only highlighted the fact that his chin was about half the size it should be.
