Pas de deux

by E. J. Noyes

  I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of that same finger moving lower until it moved under my dress and, through the fabric of my panties, brushed over my clit. I stated the obvious. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “No?” She pushed fabric aside and slipped lower, teasing me before coming back up to slide over my clit again with slow, deliberate strokes. Her touch was that perfect pressure of firm yet light that sent heat rolling through me. “Still, I think you should go first.” A firmer stroke, a second finger teasing my entrance. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you, about you coming in my mouth all night, and you’ve already had your mouth on me, so I think it’s only fair that now I get what I want.”

  It took every ounce of willpower to not melt into a puddle of helplessness. This dynamic was exciting, intoxicating—commanding Caitlyn was sexy as hell and it was all I could do to not spread my legs and beg her to fuck me senseless. But I wanted it to last, wanted to draw out our pleasure for as long as I could, which honestly probably wasn’t going to be that long. I nodded. “One condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “No more puns about riding.” I nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want to think about horses, or work or anything except making you come until the sun comes up.”

  “Deal.” Caitlyn took my chin in a gentle grip, turned my face back to her and kissed me with such intensity I thought my knees would give out. I fumbled with the zip under my armpit until she took over. Caitlyn unzipped my dress, her knuckles brushing over my ribs, which sent me into a paroxysm of squirms. She stilled her hands. “Ticklish?”

  “Mhmm. Very.” My abdominals tensed, waiting for her to take advantage of the information.

  Instead, she gave me a teasing smile. “Oh, I could have so much fun with that.” Before I could answer she dipped her head and resumed our knee-weakening kiss. As we kissed, Caitlyn unfastened my bra, then apparently deciding it was too much effort at that moment to break contact to remove my clothing properly, pulled straps and fabric from my shoulders, then reached down to yank the dress up over my hips so I could slide my panties down. Her hands came up to cup my bare breasts, fingers teasing my nipples as her tongue slid against mine with languid pleasure.

  I managed to grip her hips and pull her to the bed, and she twisted us so she fell on her back with me on top of her. My dress was still bunched around my hips, and the sight of Caitlyn trying frantically to wrest it up and off sent a shudder of desire rippling through me. She was always so controlled, so calm, and this desperate side of her was so damned sexy.

  “Wait, just wait,” I murmured, gently pushing her hands away. I managed to remove my dress and she lay on her back, legs twisting restlessly in the sheets as I settled astride her hips.

  I took a moment to just look. To indulge. As I studied the exquisite naked form in front of me, Caitlyn’s hands slid to my ass, pulling me forward until I lay on top of her. Our foreplay was intense and consuming, playful and passionate, and with every touch and kiss and look and gasped-out word my arousal grew until it felt unbearable. She found the spots that made me beg her to linger there a little longer. I found the spots that made her twitch and moan. When I was clumsy, she was certain. When she fumbled, my touch was steady and sure.

  Caitlyn guided me up her body until I was straddling her shoulders, then pulled me down to her face. The first touch of her tongue was a light flick against my clit that sent a pulse of desire through me. My bed had no headboard and with nothing to grab, I had to press my hands against the wall for balance. My thighs trembled as Caitlyn’s lips closed around me, sucking until I thought I might collapse. The touch of her lips and tongue were light as her hands roamed my torso and deliberately avoided my ticklish places. She teased my nipples, stroked up and down my back, and throughout it all she kept up her unrelenting attention to my clit.

  Both hands slid down my back, over my ass and then disappeared from my body. A moment later I felt her gasp against me and the unmistakable jerk of her body underneath mine, and I knew exactly what she was doing. I reached backward, trying to find her hands. “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” I gasped, pulling one hand up to kiss her palm. “That climax is mine.” I sucked her fingers into my mouth, tasting her for as long as I dared before pressing that hand against my breast and using her fingers to tease my nipple. She groaned against me, sending ripples of heat down my legs. Caitlyn’s other hand slid upward to grip my ass, holding me against her mouth.

  Her tongue was slow and soft, building my climax languorously, and at another time I would have begged her to keep at that sweet torture. But I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t wait. “Just a little harder, faster…please.”

  Both tempo and speed changed so suddenly that the climax hovering just out of reach jumped away in fright. Groaning with frustration and the burning arousal that just wasn’t…quite…there, I offered a helpless suggestion. “Maybe a little less harder and faster?”

  Her laughter was so sudden and unexpected that I burst into giggles with her. Until she kept laughing while trying to keep her tongue on my clit and her mouth on my labia. The vibration against me brought my climax speed-walking back. “Keep that laughter up,” I mumbled, “and I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  She said something I didn’t quite catch, but the way she’d said it made me think that was exactly what she wanted. Caitlyn eased back, tongue and lips working together until I built to a breaking point. Wanting to keep the sensation going, I tried to hold on just a little longer. But I made the mistake of looking down at her. Our eyes met and I had a moment of such intense connection that my orgasm rose swift and hard. I fell forward, catching myself against the wall as she carried me through my climax with a soft, warm tongue and gentle hands.

  The burning heat came back to a slow simmer and I clumsily disengaged myself, trying not to kneel on her arm. Caitlyn didn’t help one bit, her mouth exploring the insides of my thighs as I tried to move away so I could do what I most desired. When I’d finally extricated myself, I lay full length on top of her and almost immediately she lifted her hips to press herself against me. The slippery arousal against my thigh left me with no doubt as to what she desired. Sliding my hand between us, I found her heat and the landmark I most wanted. Her clit was swollen and when I circled it with my fingers she buried her face in my shoulder, her teeth grazing my skin.

  Caitlyn stayed there, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder and neck, lightly sucking, occasionally biting as I played against her. The fact she was enjoying it was obvious. But equally obvious was the fact that she wasn’t going to climax any time soon with what I was doing. I tried different pressure, different movement, different spots but still felt as if I wasn’t quite hitting the mark. The more time passed, the more I realized I just wasn’t getting it, wasn’t getting what she wanted, and the uncertainty made me self-conscious, which made me miss the mark even more.

  I paused, inhaling a shaky breath. “Okay. Time out.” Kissing her, I let my tongue speak for me, hinting at what I wanted. “Maybe…” Caitlyn bit down lightly on my lower lip. Game on.

  I kissed my way down her neck, sucked her collarbone, played my tongue over her nipples. They were so delicious that I lingered for a while longer before I traced my tongue down the center of her stomach and over the soft bare skin above her clit. Caitlyn gripped my wrist, her nails digging into skin as she lifted her hips up to meet me. I waited for a heartbeat before I took her in my mouth again. Caitlyn spread her legs wider, inviting me in, and I accepted. Settling an arm under her thigh I pulled her closer to me as I revisited the landscapes I’d briefly touristed before. She was intoxicating and I was drunk on the taste and scent of her.

  Caitlyn fumbled her hand over my shoulder, partway down my bicep. “I want…I want…”

  I raised my hand to find hers. “What is it?”

  She took my hand and briefly guided my fingers to my lips before she brought that hand down between her legs. Caitlyn’s fingers curled over the back of min
e, pressing my fingers against her entrance. I bit back a moan. “You want me to fuck you?”

  She managed a jerky nod and when I slid inside her she tightened around me. Her vocalization was a frantic, begging, “Oh my God, yes, yes.”

  When she asked me for more and harder I gave it to her. When she asked me to keep licking her, keep fucking her, just like that, don’t stop…there, please, I followed her until I felt the unmistakable clench and flutter around my fingers. Caitlyn had a hand over her mouth but it did little to muffle the sounds of her orgasm. Her other hand moved erratically over her torso, over my head and neck until she stopped twitching, and relaxed into the bed. She reached for my hand again, kissed the side of my thumb, my palm, each fingertip.

  I rested my head against her thigh and tried to fight the overwhelming rush of emotion. It felt like I’d been pulled apart and put back together again, made better somehow, even though I hadn’t felt broken before. I buried my face in the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh and tried not to cry.

  We lay like that for some time until I’d recovered my faculties and lost some of that desperate arousal that’d been making me dumb with desire. Some of. I moved back up the bed to lie beside her and slung my leg over hers, reaching to cover us with the sheet. Caitlyn gripped my hip and pulled me closer and we stayed pressed together, just being with each other. She broke the easy silence first. “So was it everything your teen self imagined?”

  I laughed. “Oh no no. I don’t think I ever imagined anything quite like that when I was a kid. My imaginings were more chaste kisses and cuddles. Maybe a butt grope if I was feeling naughty.” I kissed her exposed shoulder, her neck. “I was not sexually precocious at all. I think my head would have exploded if I’d imagined anything like what we just did.”

  Caitlyn propped herself up on an elbow. “You never read any women-loving-women books as a kid?”

  “Oh shit, no. Nooo. I wouldn’t have even known where to find that stuff, and bringing that into my house? Big no way.” I traced my fingers up and down her side. “Probably would have given me an unrealistic expectation anyway.”

  “How so?”

  “Have you ever noticed in books and movies there’s never any fumbling or nervousness or people taking time to climax because they can’t quite get in sync?”

  “I have noticed that.” She raised an eyebrow at me, and her question came out mock-haughty. “What are you saying?”

  Dammit. “I…never mind.”

  “Uh-uh, no way, you can’t slip away that easily. Ve haf vays of makink you talk!” One hand slid up my thigh, over my hip and along my side.

  I tensed. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Her fingers played over my ribs—not roughly enough to make me freak out at an imminent tickle attack, but still enough to make me desperate to get away. I squirmed and jolted and laughed and squealed and tried to get free of her fingers. The moment I’d flipped onto my back she took the opportunity to pin me to the bed with her thighs on either side of my hips and her hands lightly holding my wrists to the bed.

  “I surrender,” I panted.

  Caitlyn stopped instantly and flashed me an angelic smile. “Good. You were saying?”

  She had me. I cleared my throat. “I’m sayin’ that we got there in the end and it was magnificent. But I was embarrassingly clumsy and I sure hope you’ll give me another chance.”

  “You weren’t clumsy, far from it.” Caitlyn dipped her head, hovering a whisper away from my lips. “But I thought you’d never ask.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Caitlyn

  When my phone chimed its normal alarm at five thirty a.m. I leaned over the bed and fumbled for my purse, which I thought had landed around there when we’d been frantically undressing last night. Last night. A slow roll of excitement at the memory made my stomach turn over. My phone wasn’t by the bed, and it was then I realized I’d left my purse on the coffee table. I untangled myself from limbs and sheets and tried to get my bearings in an unfamiliar space in the early morning light.

  “S’that?” Addie mumbled. The bed shifted and a more coherent question of, “What time is it?”

  I silenced the alarm. “Five thirty.”

  “Mmph, early. Too early for you to be riding. Are you leaving before your carriage turns into a pumpkin?”

  I laughed. “Not quite, but I do have to get back to the truck.”

  “Why? Nooo, come back to bed.”

  I gave in and slipped back under the covers. Just for a few minutes. “Because I’m obsessed with taking my contraceptive at the same every day for maximum effectiveness and minimum horror.”

  “Oh.” Addie pressed herself to my back, her skin warm and soft. She leaned in close and kissed the side of my neck, my jaw. Her voice was low and amused. “I’m not sure if you know this, but you don’t have to worry about that with me. I promise you’re okay after you and I…” She gently sucked my neck. “You know.”

  Laughing I rolled over and pushed her until she fell backward to the bed with me on top of her. I dragged the sheet up to cover us. “Ha-ha. I might not be a super-smart veterinarian but I am aware of the basics of reproduction. I spend a large chunk of my life in front of crowds wearing skin-tight white breeches and trying to avoid camel toe. Add a period and you have a potential match made in hell. So I choose no periods, thank you very much.”

  “Mmm. Sounds reasonable.” Addie snuggled into me, her face against my neck. She kissed my skin, lingering to brush her lips along my jaw. “Is an alarm gonna go off in the middle of the night in Brazil when you’re in bed with me while you’re adjusting your pill time? Just so I can be prepared and tell myself I haven’t just had a call for a sick horse and need to spring out of bed.”

  In Brazil…when you’re in bed with me. The implications of sleeping with her again rushed toward me at a million miles an hour. So many pros but also, so many cons. Her wandering hands and lips weren’t helping my objectivity. A knock at the door stopped me before I could say anything.

  Addie scrambled from underneath me. “Just a minute!” she called.

  I had a few seconds to admire her and all that I’d had hours to enjoy last night—the soft fullness of her breasts, the tight curve of her ass and her womanly shape blending with hints of muscle—before she snatched a robe from the hook outside the bathroom door. I didn’t know whether to hide under the covers, in the tiny bathroom or just sink to the floor and hope whoever was at the door didn’t see me. After a moment’s deliberation I pulled the covers over myself and sat up. I wasn’t ashamed and I wasn’t going to hide.

  The knocking got louder and more obnoxiously insistent and Addie’s muttered, “Dammit” was quickly followed by, “I’m coming!”

  The moment Addie opened the door, a familiar voice laughingly said, “I am so sorry to have interrupted that.”

  “Wren,” Addie breathed. She carefully kept the door just open and herself angled in such a way that wouldn’t allow anyone to see into her cabin. “Thank God, I thought you were— Never mind.”

  Wren laughed. “You’re safe.” She passed a bag through the door. “Thought I’d drop off some clothes so Caitlyn doesn’t have to skulk back to the truck in last night’s dress and risk everyone knowing what you two got up to last night.” Wren’s hand snuck through the gap, waving cheerily. “Morning, boss. See you soon.”

  Once the door had closed again, I threw the covers back and swung my legs to the floor. “Oh my God. It hadn’t even occurred to me about getting back this morning.”

  Addie set the bag on the end of the bed. “You sure won the groom lottery.”

  “I really did. She’s more like a sister or friend than an employee.” Wren was even so attuned to my routine that at the top of the bag was a small package. I popped a pill into my mouth and collected last night’s clothing from the floor.

  Addie watched me for a few seconds before quietly asking, “You want coffee or breakfast?”

  “I really shouldn’t
, but thanks. I’m up now and I have stuff to do, and—” I flailed desperately for more truths because I really didn’t want to go. But staying now would just make it even harder for me to leave her. “I need to pack up, clean the truck so it’s ready to hand back and make sure Dew’s ready for his big trip tomorrow.” Tomorrow. When we would go to Brazil. For the Olympics. The thought filled my stomach with the good kind of excited fluttering.

  I’d been trying so hard not to focus on that part of what we were doing, to just act like we were preparing for any big competition, but now that we were about to leave I could allow myself some of that excitement where it wouldn’t get in the way of things. Once we arrived in Rio I would have to set aside everything except what I was about to do. Which meant setting this aside too. The thought turned some of my excitement into dread.

  Addie’s nod was thoughtful. “Mmm, true. I guess I should do some work too. Kinda got a big event coming up.” Her eyes wandered lazily over my body as if absorbing parts of me into her consciousness. “I gotta say, you gettin’ dressed again is criminal.”

  “Sorry about that.” I shrugged into a top and Addie stepped forward to pull my hair carefully up through the neckline. After fumbling for a while to get my hair in order—no mean feat given my general dishevelment after last night—I gave up and just wrapped it around itself in an impersonation of a bun and hoped it’d stay for the walk back to my truck.

  Addie nabbed a hair tie from the coffee table. “Here.”

  “Thanks.” I secured my hair, then stuffed last night’s clothes, heels and purse into Wren’s bag. “So…”

  “So,” Addie echoed, tucking her hands into the pockets of her robe. “I’ll just come out and say it. Last night, early this morning was incredible. And I recognize that the timing right now is shit, but I’m up for more of that, and more of us getting to know one another.”

  “The timing really is shit,” I agreed. Then I said something stupid. “Maybe sleeping together was a mistake.”