by A. L. Brooks
Adrienne pulled back for air, and she looked gloriously disheveled as she stood, panting, in front of Morgan.
It only made Morgan want to unravel her more.
“Bed,” Adrienne croaked.
All Morgan could do was nod, take Adrienne’s hand when it was offered, and allow herself to be led to the large bed on the far side of the room. The sun was setting outside, and its golden light filtered through the gauzy curtains that covered the two windows, bathing the room in a sensual glow; there would be no need for lamps. As they reached the bed, Adrienne turned, her nervousness obvious.
“It’s…it’s been a while. And you know I have some, um, issues,” Adrienne said haltingly, but her eyes held Morgan’s.
“I know,” Morgan murmured. “We don’t need to rush anything. We don’t even need to, you know, go all the way.” She smiled as Adrienne chuckled lightly. “But know this, Adrienne—you are beautiful in my eyes, and I want you so badly it hurts.”
She brushed her thumb over Adrienne’s lips, and Adrienne’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned up, forcing Morgan to move her hand away so their lips could press tightly together. Adrienne’s tongue begged entry, and Morgan sighed with sweet desire as she allowed it, bringing both hands up to cup Adrienne’s face, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips.
Adrienne sucked in a breath, then brought her hands to the buttons of Morgan’s shirt. They both watched as she slowly popped each fastening open, but it was Morgan who moaned first as the fourth button fully revealed the curve of her breasts to Adrienne’s gaze. When Adrienne licked her lips, Morgan’s pulse jumped in her throat, and she had difficulty breathing normally.
“May I?” Adrienne asked as the final released button allowed the shirt to fall open and she tugged gently at the hem on both sides.
“Hell yes.”
Adrienne smiled, and despite a deep ache to start undressing Adrienne too, Morgan willed herself to patience, to allow Adrienne’s comfort to rise by being the one to take the lead.
Moments later, Morgan’s shirt fluttered to the floor, and she watched as Adrienne’s gaze slowly swept over her exposed torso and up over her bra. Her chest heaving, she concentrated on staying upright and relaxing into the moment, even as she silently begged Adrienne to reach out and touch her. Somewhere.
God, anywhere.
“You are stunning.” Adrienne’s voice was a ragged rasp in the quiet room.
Morgan’s face heated. There was something about compliments from Adrienne that carried more depth than any she’d received before.
Adrienne lifted her hands once more, letting her fingertips come to rest on Morgan’s ribs just below her bra, before slowly, tantalizingly, drifting them upward, with no set pattern. She ran over the softness of the bra, skimmed the exposed curve of each breast, then trailed back down again to finally scratch over Morgan’s nipples.
Morgan groaned. Her body, on autopilot, lunged forward into the caress, desperate to make Adrienne’s touch harder, firmer.
Adrienne obliged, seemingly not wanting to deliberately tease and instead to give Morgan exactly what she wanted. Through the thin fabric of the bra, Adrienne rolled and pinched Morgan’s nipples, each touch an exquisite agony, every moment increasing the throb between her legs. Then she reached behind Morgan, and leaned in to kiss her neck as she undid the bra and dragged it down Morgan’s arms.
Her lips scorched a path down to Morgan’s chest to brush softly over the topmost swell of her breasts, before her tongue licked a torturous circle around each one.
“Adrienne.” Morgan clutched at Adrienne’s shoulders.
“I know. I know.”
When Adrienne finally licked a long swirl around a nipple, Morgan gasped from the pleasure. Adrienne repeated the gesture; Morgan repeated her vocal appreciation.
“Lie down,” Adrienne said, and when Morgan looked into her brown eyes, she saw intent and need, and it robbed her of breath.
She sank onto the edge of the bed, then wriggled back a little to lie down, all the while keeping her eyes on Adrienne, who crawled seductively toward her across the covers. The looseness of her top afforded Morgan a delicious tease of what awaited her when Adrienne was naked.
Adrienne’s hands were at the zipper of Morgan’s pants. As soon as they were undone, she quickly stripped them from Morgan’s body, taking her panties and her sneakers with them. She inhaled sharply at the sight of Morgan now laid out before her, and Morgan swallowed hard at the desire painting Adrienne’s expression.
Adrienne lay down beside Morgan, then inched closer until her still fully clothed body pressed against Morgan’s. She laid one hand on Morgan’s stomach, her fingers gently caressing in small circles.
“I will get naked at some point,” Adrienne said quietly. She stared at her own fingers as they moved over Morgan’s skin. “But if it’s all right with you, I think this will help my comfort level. You know, being able to touch you first. Is that okay?”
Morgan nodded. “Very okay.”
“Well, good.” Adrienne smiled.
And without any hesitation, she pressed her hand flat against Morgan’s belly and swept it down into the wetness that Morgan knew awaited her. They both moaned at the contact, and Morgan’s hips surged off the bed in response to that first electric touch.
“Adrienne!”
The sound Adrienne made wasn’t a word or a groan but something in between. Then her mouth was back on Morgan’s, and her tongue stroked sweetly against Morgan’s while her fingers mirrored the motion through Morgan’s wet folds.
It was beyond exciting, beyond the level of good that Morgan had even remotely anticipated would occur by being with Adrienne. She wasn’t holding anything back, couldn’t do so even if she tried. Adrienne had her completely at her mercy, and it was all Morgan wanted. Here and certainly for as long as she could imagine.
“You feel so good,” Adrienne murmured against Morgan’s mouth. “So wet. So soft.”
“Please, Adrienne.”
Adrienne shifted, bringing one leg over Morgan’s, pinning her down. It only increased the level of torture. Without being able to thrust her hips as much as she would have liked, every sensation engendered by Adrienne’s gentle but persistent strokes was exponentially increased.
“Oh God.” Morgan moaned, her head moving on the covers beneath her, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.
Adrienne increased the speed of her strokes, and Morgan knew a moment later that Adrienne was going to achieve something that had rarely happened for Morgan before. She clutched at Adrienne’s back, pulling her down for a searing kiss. All the while keening, whimpering sounds escaped her throat as Adrienne stroked faster and firmer and—
Morgan cried out, her entire body shuddering as a tsunami of pleasure swamped her. She held Adrienne tightly, one hand on her back, the other gripping Adrienne’s arm. Morgan kept her right where she was for some time, Adrienne’s fingers wetly enclosed, the mere pressure still eliciting aftershocks that rippled through Morgan’s legs.
Adrienne kissed her lips, her cheeks, her jaw. “Oh, Morgan,” she whispered. “That was…”
“Yeah. It was.” Morgan chuckled and shook her head. She let go of Adrienne’s arm. “You can, er, come out now.”
Adrienne smiled warmly at her and slowly eased her hand away from its resting place. Then she flopped onto her back beside Morgan and turned her head to gaze at her.
“Thank you,” she said, “for letting me do that my way.”
Morgan grinned and kissed her. “Funnily enough, I really didn’t have an issue with it.”
Adrienne rolled her eyes but laughed. “Good.”
Turning so that she could lean up on one elbow and look down at the gorgeous woman who lay beside her, Morgan wet her lips. “And how about you? How are you feeling?”
“I
am…feeling…good.” Adrienne bit her lip. “I’m, um, rather turned on.”
Joy suffused Morgan, but she took care not to act like an asshole about it. “Well, that’s good, right?”
Adrienne nodded. “I might, um, start taking off some clothes.”
“Do whatever you feel most comfortable with. And let me know if you need any help.”
Adrienne leaned up and kissed her gently. “Let’s see how I do.”
Okay, you can do this. She thinks you’re beautiful, and besides, she’s all wrapped up in the afterglow of that wonderful orgasm, so anything would look good right now, right?
Almost groaning out loud, Adrienne mentally rolled her eyes at herself and sat up. Come on!
Trusting Morgan to remain where she was until told otherwise, Adrienne shifted to face her, and knelt beside her. She’d start with her top and bra—she’d always been happier with the top half of her body, and if that was as far as she got, well, so be it. Except…the thought of Morgan touching her, of being inside her, burned Adrienne up from the inside out. And if she wanted to experience that, she’d really need to get out of her jeans too…
All right, one step at a time.
She took hold of the bottom edge of her summer-weight sweater and lifted, going for the swift action rather than a sensual strip. Her confidence really wasn’t high enough for the latter. Before she’d even passed the clothing over her head, a low moan reached her ears, and her confidence rose a little. She peeked out from the neck of the sweater as it passed over her eyes, and her heart began pounding.
Morgan gazed at her breasts, which were encased in a pale-green lacy bra, with what even Adrienne could recognize as pure, unfettered desire.
Swallowing hard, she finished removing the sweater and threw it somewhere behind her. She waited a moment, if only to try to regulate her breathing, then reached for the clasp at the front of the bra.
Morgan’s gaze flicked up to meet hers briefly, then returned, as if magnetized, to where Adrienne fiddled with the clasp. It popped at last, and she shyly drew the bra open.
“Adrienne.” Morgan’s voice was strained, and once again her gaze flicked up to meet Adrienne’s. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Adrienne risked a quick glance down at what Morgan could see. Her breasts were about the same size as Morgan’s, and now that she looked properly, they didn’t actually look much less firm. Hm, okay, that’s a nice surprise.
Morgan’s breathing was heavy in the still of the room. The light from outside had all but fallen now, but it was still enough to see her by this close, and Adrienne noted how her eyes smoldered, how tense her jawline was. Then she noticed Morgan’s hands clenched at her sides, and she knew and, more to the point, believed that what she displayed to Morgan was something she wanted very, very much.
Rational thought took a vacation, and desire moved in.
Within a minute, she was completely naked.
She lay down again next to Morgan and reached for one of her hands.
“Please,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
Morgan groaned and covered Adrienne with the whole length of her body.
It was glorious. She reveled in Morgan’s softness mixed with muscular firmness. The heat of her skin sparked tingles of excitement up and down Adrienne’s limbs.
Then Morgan kissed her, plundered her mouth as if there were no tomorrow, and Adrienne became nothing but emotion and want and need. Her hands were everywhere on Morgan’s body; her lover’s mouth explored every inch of Adrienne.
She didn’t flinch when that mouth alighted on the wide set of her hips or the gentle creases where her thighs met her hips. She didn’t comment or move away when Morgan stroked her rounded belly or kissed a line down her less-than-smooth neck. None of it mattered, not anymore. She was being worshipped, of that she was sure, and when finally, after an excruciatingly long wait, Morgan ran her fingertips up the inside of Adrienne’s thighs and into her wetness, she moaned, long and loud.
Morgan stroked slowly. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” Adrienne glanced down to watch Morgan as she moved through her wetness. “Very okay. But…oh God, go inside me, please.”
Morgan crushed her mouth to Adrienne’s, at the same time entering her with one finger. It was more than enough to make Adrienne clutch at the bed covers, her hips undulating to meet Morgan’s gentle thrusts.
“More.” She groaned. “Another…finger…”
Being filled by Morgan was an entirely different level of pleasure. Adrienne couldn’t help the almost constant groans and evocations to a God she didn’t believe in as Morgan gradually increased her pace.
Everything was on fire. Everything throbbed with the need to get there. To get to that point of utter release and ecstasy. When Morgan changed her position slightly so her thumb could press exactly where Adrienne needed it, it took only a few seconds to send her spinning and spiraling into the blissful abyss.
Chapter 21
Adrienne was deliciously warm. A soft weight pressed against her back. As she stirred, her memories flared to life, and warmth of a different kind spread over her body, bringing forth a smile of wonder.
Morgan.
Last night.
Oh. My.
Morgan’s arm curved over Adrienne’s hip, her fingers splayed lightly on Adrienne’s belly.
“You awake?” Morgan mumbled against her shoulder.
“I am. I hate to move you, but I need the bathroom.”
“Mm-hm,” was her only response as Adrienne slid carefully out of her embrace to pad across the room.
The bathroom light was too bright, and Adrienne startled in shock at her reflection.
I look like I’ve been… She snorted softly. Yeah, that’s exactly what I look like.
And then she grinned because damn if it didn’t feel incredible.
After taking care of business in the bathroom, she walked back to the bed. Morgan was now flat on her back, arms out to the side. Her light-brown hair was a messy halo on the pillow; one cheek was creased and reddened from where she’d presumably laid on it for a good part of the night, but Adrienne honestly didn’t think she’d seen a more beautiful sight in her life.
Morgan cracked open one eye and squinted at her. “What?”
Chuckling, Adrienne walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. “Nothing. You’re beautiful,” she said with a brief lift of her shoulders.
Morgan smiled, blushed, and passed one hand over her face. “I’m quite sure I’m not. I know what I look like in the mornings, and it’s not good.”
Feeling bold, Adrienne leaned over and kissed her, lingering for a few moments.
“Now I know you’re crazy,” Morgan said, when Adrienne pulled back. “Risking my morning breath like that.”
Adrienne laughed and ruffled Morgan’s hair. “You’re fine.” She sighed. “Look, it’s just past six. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you ought to get back to your room.”
Morgan’s eyes opened wide. “Crap, sorry, I didn’t think of that.” She smiled sheepishly. “To be honest, I wasn’t thinking of much at all last night when things, you know, started happening.”
Adrienne cupped her chin and kissed her softly again. “Me neither. But even though the story’s out now, I still think it would be better if you weren’t seen leaving my room.”
“I understand.” Morgan paused, then let out an extended breath. “God, I still can’t believe Naomi and Cindy did all this. Or that you’re the one who seems to be being punished for it.” Her eyes widened. “Mind you, I haven’t spoken to Hilton yet. For all I know, I’m in deep trouble too.”
Adrienne smiled wanly. While most of their late evening together had been spent exploring each other, bringing each other pleasure with passion and tenderness combined, they had eventually discussed the day’s events. How could they no
t? Morgan had been stunned at the revelation of what Jenny had overheard, cursing Naomi in some rather inventive ways before her anger was all blown out.
“Will you say anything to Naomi?”
Morgan looked troubled. “I really don’t know. Part of me wants to confront her. The rest of me thinks it’s probably not worth it.” She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Have you decided what to do about Daniel?” She pushed back the covers.
Adrienne climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers up until they hid her breasts, still not 100 percent comfortable displaying everything so brazenly in front of her new young lover.
Morgan stood, stretched, then started searching for her clothing.
“I’ll call him as soon as I’ve had some coffee and breakfast. There’s no point putting it off any longer than that.”
“And you’re sure about what you’re going to say? You’re risking a lot.”
Morgan, dressed only in her panties, her bra held in one hand, fixed her with an intense stare. It was a tad disconcerting, and Adrienne had to work hard to concentrate on the question rather than the view.
“I know, but I’m sure. It’s what I truly believe and… Well, I think you, and what we’re becoming, are worth it. And I know I don’t have it all worked out for plan B, but I’ve always wanted to run my own company one day, so if this is the catalyst…” She knew Morgan was concerned on her behalf, having heard what Adrienne planned to say to her boss, but Adrienne was comfortable with her decision—and what she might have to do if the company asked her to leave.
Morgan finished fastening her bra, then knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled over to where Adrienne leaned against the headboard, opening her arms once she reached her.
Adrienne slipped into Morgan’s embrace.
