Battle Scars

by Meghan O'Brien

  “Let me show you.” Carly began to move Ray’s hand slowly, dragging her fingers over the length of her swollen clit, then along her labia. As she stroked herself using Ray’s fingers, Carly’s breathing picked up. “It feels so good when you touch me like this.”

  Carly released her hand and Ray continued stroking her as she had been shown. She lowered her face and took Carly’s nipple in her mouth, sucking a little harder than before. Carly moaned loudly, so Ray used her teeth to apply slightly more pressure to the turgid flesh. When Carly’s hand landed on her head and gripped her hair, holding her in place, Ray grinned broadly.

  “Keep doing that and you’re going to make me come.” Carly’s voice had taken on a raspy quality that made Ray shiver. “You are so fucking good at that.”

  This was the first time Ray had ever heard Carly use that particular word, and it sent a surprise spark of pleasure straight to her own pussy. Hearing such coarse language come out of Carly’s mouth made Ray feel as though they were sharing something very private and terribly intimate. She curled her fingers slightly, slipping deeper into Carly’s wetness until she found her tight opening.

  Ray felt like she was about to burst into flames. Any remaining traces of shyness or uncertainty melted away as the powerful need to possess Carly consumed her. Lifting her head, she stared into Carly’s eyes. “Want me to fuck you?”

  A fresh flood of wetness soaked the fingers that probed at Carly’s opening. Though that was really all the confirmation Ray needed, she was excited when Carly nodded and ground out, “Please. Now.”

  Ray pushed inside slowly with one finger, not wanting to hurt Carly with this first clumsy attempt. Carly slipped a hand around the back of Ray’s neck and stared into her eyes, pleasure written all over her face.

  “Does that feel good?” Ray wiggled her finger around slowly, amazed by the intricate folds that surrounded her.

  “Incredible. Give me another finger.”

  Ray slipped a second finger inside, delighting in the much snugger fit. Carly’s pussy tightened around her, and Ray groaned. “I love being inside you.” That was an understatement. Ray couldn’t remember ever enjoying sex as much as she did in this moment, with this act.

  “I love you.” Carly’s eyes welled up, and she pulled Ray down for a long, slow kiss that said far more than words ever could. Ray pumped her fingers in and out of Carly gently, belying the crudeness of her earlier words. She made love to Carly with her hand and her mouth, putting everything she had into showing the woman she loved just what she meant to her.

  Instinctively, Ray moved her thumb to rub Carly’s clit in time with her thrusts. Carly whimpered into her mouth and grabbed her forearm tightly, rocking her hips to meet Ray’s strokes. Carly’s pussy gradually tightened around her fingers, and her clit hardened, no doubt extraordinarily sensitive to the touch. When Carly’s thighs trembled and quaked next to Ray’s arm, intoxicating power surged through Ray at Carly’s loss of control.

  Ray kissed down Carly’s neck and scraped her teeth over her throat, growling her lust. “Come for me, baby.”

  Carly arched her back and cried out loudly, a high-pitched whimper that stole Ray’s breath. Her pussy contracted around Ray’s fingers, again and again, and Ray moaned sympathetically. There was something incredibly satisfying about knowing exactly what that rhythmic tightening meant, how Carly’s orgasm rolled through her body in waves.

  When Carly’s orgasm subsided, Ray collapsed at her side, fingers still buried deep inside. She trembled, overwhelmed by the enormity of what just happened. For so long she had doubted she would ever feel anything again, certainly not with another person, and that fear had just been shattered. She might not be whole again, but she was damn sure on her way.

  “I’m serious, darling.” Carly snaked an arm around Ray’s back. “That was incredible. If you were worried about being with a woman—”

  “I was.”

  “There was no need. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Honestly.”

  Ray beamed, wiggling her fingers carefully. Maybe Carly was ready to do that again. Carly stiffened slightly and gasped, then slammed her thighs shut on Ray’s hand.

  “Not yet?” Ray said.

  “Give me a few minutes.” Carly opened her thighs, allowing Ray to withdraw. She gathered Ray into a tight hug, kissing the side of her neck. “Seriously, I won’t need long.”

  “I hope not.” Now that she was over her nerves, Ray couldn’t wait to make Carly come again. And again. “That’s officially my new favorite thing.”

  “Lucky me.” Carly scratched her blunt fingernails down Ray’s bare back, then tugged gently on the waistband of the jeans Ray suddenly realized she was still wearing. “How are you feeling?”

  Wet. Horny. Desperate to be touched. Ray unbuttoned her jeans, then pushed them off, kicking them over the side of the bed. There was no place for modesty now, not when she ached for release. Hesitating only a moment, she slipped off her panties, then lay back down beside Carly.

  Carly got up on her elbow and gazed down the length of Ray’s body. Ray squirmed under the scrutiny, even as she enjoyed the way Carly’s eyes darkened and her breathing seemed to quicken.

  “I’m a very lucky woman.” Carly dragged her gaze up to meet Ray’s. She shifted until she hovered over Ray’s body, but didn’t settle on top of her. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  She was asking permission. Ray put her hands on Carly’s back and applied light pressure until Carly settled fully on top of her with a groan that Ray echoed. Spreading her legs so Carly could slip her thigh between them, Ray grinned shyly at the feeling of her wetness painting Carly’s smooth skin. She rocked her hips against Carly and shuddered at the resulting wave of pleasure.

  “I can’t believe how wet you are.” Carly smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Ray’s ear, then traced her tongue over the lobe. “I’d love to have a taste, if you’d let me.”

  Ray’s pussy contracted sharply and she gasped, frightened that she would come right then. She was determined to draw this out as long as possible, or at the very least until Carly had a chance to really touch her. It was almost hard to believe that Carly wanted to lick her, having never been with someone who genuinely enjoyed that act. But Carly was offering and Ray could only assume she was sincere.

  Ray pushed down any lingering hesitation. “I’d love that.” Her voice cracked and her face warmed. “I don’t have a lot of experience with it, though.”

  “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  “Oh, no,” Ray said quickly. “I wasn’t the one who was uncomfortable with it.” Her face burned now. “I want you to do it.”

  Carly gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what to do,” she murmured, then kissed her way down Ray’s throat, to her breasts.

  Ray tangled her fingers in Carly’s hair, tightening her grip when Carly’s mouth closed over a painfully erect nipple. Hypersensitive, she could feel the tip of Carly’s tongue trace gentle circles over her areola, soothing and inflaming. Carly kissed over to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, and Ray surprised herself by moaning. Carly’s stomach was against her pussy and Ray thrust against her, greedy for contact on her swollen clit.

  Carly released her nipple, eyes sparkling. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

  Ray gritted her teeth. “I need you.”

  Carly blinked and her face softened. “I need you, too.” She kissed her way down Ray’s stomach and finally fit her shoulders between Ray’s trembling thighs, then lowered her face to gently kiss Ray’s pubic mound.

  Ray’s body tensed with anticipation. Would Carly really enjoy this? Would she? Would it feel different from the last time, better with a woman? Closing her eyes, she caressed Carly’s face with a shaking hand.

  When Carly touched the tip of her tongue to her labia, Ray cried out in surprise. That single, whisper-soft lick sent a bolt of pleasure ricocheting throug
h her body, so intense her thighs quaked in reaction. Carly followed with another lick, tracing her tongue down to Ray’s opening, then back up to play over her labia again. She took her time, avoiding Ray’s clit entirely, in a patient worship beyond anything Ray had ever imagined.

  Ray’s hands found their way back to Carly’s head, and she combed her fingers through Carly’s hair, pulling her close. Seemingly encouraged, Carly increased the pressure of her tongue, then used her whole mouth to suck gently on Ray’s pussy, driving all conscious thought from her mind.

  Ray held Carly’s head and thrust her pussy into her mouth, feeling powerful, though powerless to do anything but lie there in the pure bliss of being made love to. Her orgasm built, and she craved to draw things out but would probably come soon.

  In Carly’s mouth.

  That stray thought sealed her fate. No longer able to hold back, Ray pumped her hips against Carly and came hard, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. She could hear Carly moaning, could feel the vibrations against her pussy, which only intensified the pleasure. Flexing her toes until her feet began to cramp, she released Carly’s head so she could claw at the sheets, needing to hold on to something lest she fly apart at the seams.

  Without stopping the motion of her tongue, Carly grabbed one of Ray’s hands, squeezing it tight. Grateful for the tether, Ray rode out the end of the orgasm until she couldn’t bear another second of it. “Stop,?? Ray gasped, and Carly immediately pulled back.

  Ray tugged Carly up until they were face-to-face and wrapped her in a bear hug. She held on tight, too overwhelmed to speak. Carly returned her embrace and kissed her lightly. Ray deepened the kiss, whimpering at the taste of her own juices on Carly’s lips.

  Carly drew back first. “You okay?”

  “I don’t think you need to worry about me enjoying sex with a woman. That was…”

  Carly rested her head on Ray’s chest. “Yeah, it was.”

  Ray scraped her fingernails down the length of Carly’s back, delighting in the shiver she elicited. “Ready for more?”

  Carly lifted her head, eyebrow arched. “Are you?”

  Ray held on to Carly and rolled them over so that she was on top. Carly opened her legs and Ray settled between them with a contented sigh. “Buckle up, sweetheart. I feel like I could go all night.”

  “Promise?” Carly looped her arms around Ray’s neck.

  “I’ll try my best.” Ray slid out from under Carly’s arms, eager for round two. Mouth watering, she pressed a wet string of kisses down Carly’s stomach. She knew exactly where she wanted to start.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Carly woke in the middle of the night to find Ray’s side of the bed empty. She hadn’t heard Ray get up, but she had been dead asleep, exhausted after their marathon lovemaking session that stretched from late afternoon into the deepest part of the night. Carly had finally passed out after her ninth or tenth orgasm, when not even the urgent need to make Ray come just one more time could keep her going. She had been unconscious for a few hours at least, judging by the uncomfortable burn of her very full bladder.

  No doubt Ray had gotten up with the same need. Unable to work up the energy to get out of bed, Carly decided to wait until Ray came back before she forced her own legs to work. No matter how badly she needed to pee, she wasn’t sure she was ready to move. It had been a long time since she’d had so much sex in so few hours.

  Aches and pains aside, Ray’s sexual appetite was a glorious revelation. Though Carly had certainly seen hints that Ray was full of passion just waiting to be unleashed, she never dreamed what an amazing lover Ray would turn out to be. Especially for their first time together. Carly shivered at the memory of Ray’s fingers inside her and the first tentative touch of Ray’s tongue against her clit. That Ray managed to be better at licking pussy than nearly any of her past lovers was surprising, and extremely exciting.

  Incredibly, Carly felt the stirrings of arousal in the pit of her stomach once more. She groaned as the need to pee increased with her ardor, then propped herself up on her elbows with effort, glancing at the bathroom door. It was wide open and the lights were off. Carly sat up in bed, ignoring the protest from her weary muscles.

  “Ray?”

  No answer. Carly crawled to the foot of the bed and looked down at Jagger’s empty pillow. A few feet away, Jack was curled into a tight ball on his own bed, but his ears were perked and his eyes followed her movement. When Carly stood up, he sprang to his feet and rushed to the bedroom door.

  “Sorry, Jack.” Carly dashed into the bathroom just in time. As much as she wanted to find Ray, she had priorities. “False alarm.”

  When Carly finished she walked back into the bedroom. The digital alarm clock on Ray’s nightstand told her it was after four. Where could Ray be so early in the morning? Had she woken up and panicked about what they had done? Carly took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Ray wouldn’t run away after all they’d been through.

  Jack whined at the door. At least one of them was thinking clearly. If she wanted to know where Ray was, they would go find her. Simple as that. Carly put on a pair of pajama pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt she found in Ray’s chest of drawers, then followed Jack.

  He led them to the front door, where he sat and whined again. Curious, Carly opened the door and poked her head outside, not sure what to expect.

  “Hey,” Ray said quietly, startling Carly. She sat on the porch swing with Jagger at her side. He stared out at the road with watchful eyes, as though standing guard. “What are you doing up?”

  Carly stepped out of the house into the brisk night air and shivered. “Had to pee. You were gone so I decided to make sure everything was okay.”

  Ray smiled and held out a hand. “Everything’s great. Come sit down.”

  Wrapping her arms around her stomach, Carly tiptoed to the swing, wishing she had put on some socks. “It’s chilly out here.”

  “A little, yeah.” Ray bent and pulled off her slippers, handing them to Carly after she sat down. “Put these on.”

  “I would refuse, but I really, really need them.” Carly slipped them on and sighed as the downy insides immediately began to thaw her frozen toes. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” Ray eased her arm around Carly’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Let me help.”

  Carly snuggled into Ray gratefully. She had no idea how Ray could still be so warm after sitting out here, but she was glad. “So what brings you out into the arctic?”

  Ray laughed. “It’s not that cold.”

  “I guess you’re made of tougher stuff than me.” Carly knew that was true on many levels. She cuddled closer to Ray, kissing her on the cheek. “You sure everything’s all right?”

  “Yeah, I wanted to let you sleep. I didn’t think I’d be able to if I stayed in bed.”

  Carly’s chest swelled. “Really?”

  “Are you kidding? I could barely keep my hands off you. I want you constantly.”

  The naked desire in Ray’s voice made Carly’s clit twitch. The muscles in her thighs ached and her pussy was sore from overuse, but she might be ready to go again. It was worth a try, at least. “You are so sexy, you know that?”

  Even in the dark, she swore she could see Ray blush. “So you tell me.”

  Carly put a hand on Ray’s face, marveling at the heat suffusing her cheek. Was it evil that she liked making Ray squirm? “And I love how you lick my pussy.”

  Ray groaned. “Maybe we should go back inside.”

  “I like the way you think.” Carly sat up. She would need to drink some water to replace some of the fluids she had lost over the past twelve hours, but she was more than ready to pick up where they left off. She might be older than she used to be, but she wasn’t dead yet. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it.”

  Ray’s hand landed on her arm just as Carly was about to stand, stopping her. “Carly?”

  Sensing a shift in Ray’s tone,
Carly looked into Ray’s eyes. “Yeah?”

  “I’m sorry I’ve put you through everything I have. I know I accused you of not being patient enough, but you’ve been more than patient. Most people wouldn’t be able to take on all my baggage. I get that.”

  “Neither of us has been perfect,” Carly said softly. “But we’re trying. We’re not giving up. No more apologies, okay?”

  Ray nodded. “I just want you to know that even though I’m still scared of a lot of things, being with you isn’t one of them.”

  Carly covered Ray’s hand with her own. She would be lying if she said the same thing. “It’s okay to be scared, you know. Loving someone can be scary.” Terrifying, even.

  “The idea of not loving you is even scarier.”

  Carly touched the side of Ray’s neck and found her pulse, strong and steady. Nothing frightened Carly more than the possibility of losing Ray. She still didn’t know whether she would be able to survive another heartbreak of that magnitude. But after being separated for the last few weeks, she would do anything to be with Ray. Even risk her own happiness.

  “To be honest, I’m still afraid,” Carly said. “But you’re worth it, Ray. All the fear, even the possibility of pain. You’re worth everything. And I will always be here for you, no matter what.”

  Unshed tears made Ray’s eyes glitter in the early morning gloom. “I’m going to try and make you so happy.”

  “You do.” Carly couldn’t imagine Ray making her any happier. Sure, there were things like going to restaurants and hanging out in the city. Or even doing something with Leeann. But those things would come eventually. Ray was capable of anything. And Carly was more than willing to wait. “You make me very happy.”

  “Well, I plan to get better at it.”

  Trying to lighten the mood, Carly drew a finger down the center of Ray’s chest, between her breasts. “Better might just kill me, darling.”

  Ray shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold. “Oh, no. I can definitely get better. But I’ll need practice. Lots and lots of practice.”