by Sandy Lowe
“God.” Ashley rested her forehead on Leah’s and breathed her in. “I can hardly believe we are actually doing this. I wish…” The words stopped up in her throat.
“What?” Leah kissed sweetly down her neck, then not so sweetly pressed her mouth to the hollow of Ashley’s throat and sucked.
Ashley gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. Leah smiled against her skin, making her wish she had the confidence to give the same pleasure in return. More than anything she wanted to make Leah come. “I wish I was more for you.”
Leah’s head whipped up. “That’s crazy.”
It took Ashley a few seconds to change gears and realize Leah had stopped kissing her. Crap.
“You’re just perfect the way you are. Why would you say that?”
Ashley shrugged. “I just wish I knew what I was doing, so I could make you feel the way you make me feel.”
Leah tugged on a lock of Ashley’s hair. “What makes you think you can’t?”
Ashley struggled for the right words. “I guess I don’t know that I can’t, I just never have. I want to be the best lover you’ve ever had, but what if I’m not any good at it?” Oh yeah, Leah must be dying to jump into bed with her after all this. She’d gone from lying about sex to being insecure about sex, in less time than it took to boil water.
Leah whispered against her ear, “Want to know the top-secret surefire way to make a girl come?”
The hot rush of Leah’s breath, the sexy words delivered in that seductive tone, almost had Ashley abandoning the conversation and just giving it her best shot. If they didn’t touch soon, she was going to burst. “Yes,” she managed, completely unable to say anything cool or dirty like Leah could.
Leah ran her tongue along Ashley’s earlobe and nipped it lightly with her teeth. “You ask her what turns her on, and she describes it to you, slowly, in explicit detail, and then, if you’re lucky, she gives you a comprehensive lesson complete with a practical demonstration.”
Ashley’s mind went completely blank. Her body, though still, was melting into a hot messy puddle, her pulse beating raggedly in her throat. Would she survive all that? She was more turned on than she’d ever been in her whole life, and they hadn’t even started yet. “Am I going to get lucky?”
Leah stood and offered a hand. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Chapter Four
Her bed was an old hand-me-down from her brother, solid oak with yellowing varnish and the sticky remnants of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle stickers along the headboard. Not exactly a honeymoon suite at the Marriott, but it would have to do. Leah advanced until the backs of Ashley’s knees hit the bed, and they tumbled. She had a second to marvel at the smoothness of that particular move before Leah’s breasts settled against hers, a thigh slipped between her legs, and she moaned. Yes.
Leah moaned too and pride rose and burst in her chest. I can do this. I’ll be okay. The next kiss was a tangle of lips, tongues, and teeth that drove Leah into her arms. Her hips thrust of their own accord, fueled by instinct, unlearned and unschooled. She rubbed against Leah’s thigh, not caring if it was slutty, or dirty, or just too much. She wanted it, had wanted it so bad and for so long that the friction of Leah’s whisper-thin yoga pants against her running shorts, the slide of her panties, was the answer to a prayer.
Their kiss broke, breath ricocheting off each other’s lips, strangely dangerous and seductively sensual. Leah kissed behind her ear, down her neck, along her collarbone. Hot, wet, sucking kisses that would leave marks in the morning. She’d pictured this countless times. Leah kissing and touching her, her mouth moving lower and lower until…She could only admit it to herself, but she wanted Leah’s lips around her clit, a firm tongue pushing inside her. God. Just thinking about it made her crazy. She’d never imagined it would be like this. Sexy and tender and somehow both comforting and mind-blowing at the same time. Fantasy was the emaciated placeholder of true passion.
Leah was stretched out on top of her, their bodies entwined. Her dark fall of hair enclosed them as they kissed, blocking out everything else, as if the world was theirs alone. Now that it was real and happening and here, the years of longing coalesced into a tight churning need in her stomach, fanning out and moving lower until she was rocking ever more urgently against Leah, their kisses punctuated by gasped breaths and soft moans.
Leah slipped her hands up the inside of Ashley’s tank top and palmed her breasts through her sports bra. The sensation of Leah’s fingers teasing her nipples sent her into overdrive. “You’re going to make me come.”
The words were out of her mouth a second before her body caught up, and all at once she was teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“No.”
Leah’s voice was a whip through the fog in her head and she whimpered. “I can’t stop. I can’t…please.”
“Your first time with a girl is not going to be fully clothed, groping on top of the covers like a couple of horny freshmen.” Leah was firm. No room for negotiation.
She sure felt like a horny freshman right now, lust and desire battling in her belly. Need spiraling out of control. “I need…” Ashley thrust with her hips, but with Leah motionless above her she couldn’t get there. Fuck.
“Tell me what you need.”
Didn’t Leah know now was not the time for talking? They could talk later. A lot later, when she’d somehow figured out the magic formula for talking dirty without blushing like a schoolgirl. So, you know, probably like never ever.
Leah cupped her cheeks, looking directly into her eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to make you feel good.”
“You. I want you.” Ashley tried to kiss her, tried to push her hands under Leah’s T-shirt, anything to come, anything to stop talking. Talking about this. Especially about this.
“What turns you on? What makes you hot? I want to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true. I want to give you what you need.”
The questions burned. It was like Leah knew she had a secret to tell. Her panties grew impossibly wetter, need pulsing deep inside. She never talked about this. The things that made her come. The dirty things that must be far dirtier than what other girls thought about. She was a feminist. She wanted a career and equal rights and control of her body. Except, in bed with Leah none of that mattered. She needed to surrender, to be held down or tied up. She wanted Leah to go inside her. To really fuck her. To tell her she had no say and no right, even when they both knew she did. She wanted to be tested and tormented and make endless promises to be good and then break them all. She’d never admitted this, and Leah was so bold, so sure, that her courage failed her.
“Talk to me, baby,” Leah insisted. “Where do you want me? My hands, my mouth, my pussy. Do you want my pussy, baby?”
Ashley thought she might come even without Leah’s help. She clenched around fingers that weren’t there, her clit tight and begging to be stroked.
“I can’t…I can’t talk about it…Can’t we just…”
Leah pinned Ashley to the bed with her whole body, Leah’s hands on her breasts holding her captive. Ashley’s heart stopped, then started to gallop. Oh God.
“What if I slid my fingers into your shorts and pushed your panties aside, would I find you wet and ready?”
“Yes.” So wet. So ready.
“What if I parted your folds and found your clit, would you like me to touch it?”
“Yes.” Touch me. Take me.
“And if I pressed my fingers against your opening, if I dipped a fingertip inside you, would that make you need to come?”
Ashley whimpered, high and keening, unable to keep still, past the point of caring. “Yes.” Yes, yes, yes.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Leah smiled a Cheshire cat smile. “Is that what you need, baby? My fingers inside you? Would that feel good?”
“Ye—” Ashley couldn’t finish, couldn’t admit, it was too much.
But that didn’t slow Leah down one bit. Ashley’s shyness se
emed to make her bolder. She trailed her fingers over the tense muscles of her stomach. “Or maybe you need something else, something bigger. Do you need me to strap it on and fuck you?”
Ashley shut her eyes, her mind holding back as her body shouted a thousand yeses.
“Look at me, Ash.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. I’m right here.”
Ashley opened her eyes and her confusion must have shown, because Leah kissed her so gently her heart toppled over in love all over again. “You’re safe with me. Do you know how I know that?”
She shook her head.
“Because I’m safe with you. You make me feel warm. You care for and protect me. You always have. I want to be your protector too. Don’t shut me out.”
The lump in her throat was so big Ashley thought she might cry. “Thank you.”
Leah kissed her again, sealing her declaration. When she lifted her head, her eyes twinkled. “Don’t think you can avoid the question by getting all mushy. Tell me how you want to come.”
With Leah as her shield, the words came easily. “Fuck me.”
Leah grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh, baby, I’m going to.” Then, tenderly, “Thank you.”
Leah knelt on the floor by the bed and tugged Ashley’s shorts and panties down so they bunched at her knees. The cool air blowing across her skin did nothing to stem the heat. Leah pulled on her hips until her legs dangled over the side of the bed.
“Look at me,” Leah ordered.
Ashley propped herself up on her elbows. The fierce possessiveness on Leah’s face stole her heart. That look was because of her. For her. “Please.”
“You’re going to come so hard for me.”
“Oh God.” She wanted to come hard just for her. Leah skimmed her folds, slicking her fingers before stroking Ashley’s clit. The pleasure was instant and furious. She was going to shatter into a million pieces, too soon, too soon, too soon. She closed her eyes and willed it to stop, willed herself to hold on, to wait.
Then Leah pushed inside her.
Nothing, nothing, had ever felt like this. Leah fucked her gently, fingers deep in her pussy. She could hear how wet she was, the subtle slap of flesh against flesh, but had no time to be embarrassed by it. The ecstasy was building, rising and rising until she was thrashing. Leah held her, a hand under her ass, moving with her as her hips rose and fell, urging her to ride the fingers buried inside her.
“Come, come for me, baby,” Leah chanted over and over again, her face set, her eyes fierce. She pushed higher, fucked her just a little harder. Made her come.
When her desire peaked it was like the universe collapsed. Everything stopped for just an instant, and Ashley knew she’d never be the same again. Her pussy contracted around Leah’s fingers, and she threw her head back and surrendered her body to the woman who already owned her heart.
*
“Wow.”
They’d eventually made it all the way onto the bed again. Ashley flopped onto her back, a little weak and a lot giddy from the most amazing orgasm ever. Obviously a few brain cells had been fried in the de-virgining process because wow was all she had right now.
Leah was propped on an elbow, running fingers through Ashley’s hair. The glide of fingertips across her scalp and down through her hair, the brief tug as she let go, was enough to make Ashley wet again, and how was that even possible? She didn’t know what it was about having someone playing with her hair that always soothed her, but she’d gladly have lain there all day luxuriating in the soft caresses. When Leah did it, the feeling went from soothing to incredibly erotic in a heartbeat.
“I just made you come and that’s all you have to say?” Leah grinned. “We need to work on your pillow talk.”
“You were amazing.” Ashley pulled her in for a kiss.
“So were you.”
She covered Leah’s face with her hands. “Hardly. All I did was lie there.”
“Your contribution was making deliciously sexy sounds. Ones I’m going to enjoy replaying in my head later. And squirming. There was a lot of squirming. Possibly some begging.”
Ashley peeked out through splayed fingers. “Tell me that’s not true.”
Leah pulled her hands away and kissed the tip of her nose. “It certainly is.”
Now that she wasn’t all foggy-brained, out-of-her-mind turned on, what had just happened between them hit her like a semitrailer hits a compact sedan at a hundred miles an hour. “Oh God.”
“What?”
There was no point being coy now. “I’m so uncool.”
Leah scoffed. “That’s completely untrue.”
She thought back on the dozens of romantic comedies and the hundreds of Harlequins she’d consumed in anticipation of losing her virginity. What her mom called becoming a woman. She knew how it was supposed to go. Cue the witty banter, the sexy clothes, the charming seduction. She should have kept it all under control. And wasn’t coming supposed to be this gentle pop, a quiet and dignified release of tension, like the cork from a champagne bottle? She’d read that exact phrase somewhere, hadn’t she?
She wasn’t supposed to have lain there with her mouth open, gasping and wriggling like a fish out of water. She’d been too needy, too caught up in the sensations. Too distracted to reciprocate and a little bit afraid that if she did, she’d screw that up somehow. Frankly, she hadn’t thought at all. And coming. God. There was nothing gentle about the avalanche of need and the blinding release. She should sue Harlequin for false advertising.
Except, she’d wanted to be fucked more than she’d wanted to breathe.
“I wasn’t sexy. God. I didn’t even touch you!”
Leah kept stroking her hair. “Do you know how rare it is to be with someone who can just let go? Who isn’t lying there thinking about how their thighs must look from that angle, if they smell weird, or whether it’s taking them too long to come?”
Ashley burst out laughing. “What’s the opposite problem of taking too long to come? That’s me.”
“That’s called making me feel like a sexual rock star. You’re so sexy. So passionate and very, very cool.”
Ashley turned to face her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her close. She took a moment to revel in the simple pleasure of being able to do just that anytime she wanted to. “Really? That’s okay? Not, like, having all the moves?”
“More than okay. But if you want the moves, I can show you.”
Ashley’s heart started to pound. She pushed herself up. “I want the moves that will make you come.”
She could see Leah’s throat work as she swallowed hard. Saw her eyes darken just a fraction. She hadn’t said it to be sexy. It was just the truth. But Leah liked sexy talk. She was really, really good at it. Maybe Ashley could be too. Maybe she could try.
“Show me.”
Chapter Five
“Watch me.”
Leah stood by the bed, fingers curled into the hem of her gray T-shirt, pulling it up to reveal a silky black bra. Ashley literally felt her mouth water. Truly magnificent cleavage spilled invitingly over the tops of half-cups. Leah’s belly was taut and flat, subtle muscle a ripple under her skin. That touch of strength in a body so slim and delicate made her even sexier. Leah peeled down her yoga pants, revealing a tiny triangle of silk between her thighs. She sure had some outrageous underwear in that collection of hers.
“You’re so beautiful.”
And she was, but words weren’t enough. Ashley wanted to touch. No, that wasn’t it either, she wanted to worship.
Leah grinned, as comfortable with her almost-nudity as Ashley was shy.
“Thank you.” She ran a finger across the tops of her breasts. “Do you want to do this part?”
Hell, yes.
Ashley nodded, words tangled up in her throat. She’d lost the ability to form actual sentences, too engrossed in the exquisite curve of Leah’s hips, the length of her thighs, and the silky patch at the center of it all. She
grabbed a couple of pillows and propped them against the headboard. She’d never been more ready for anything.
Leah settled herself on the bed, raspberry-tipped toes wiggling playfully. “Whatever are you going to do with me?”
She knew Leah was teasing, but it was a good question. What was she going to do exactly? Why hadn’t she watched more porn? That’s where everyone went for their sex ed. Not sappy movies from the nineties that were mostly fade to black. She was way behind the curve. Damn Meg Ryan and her adorable pixie haircut. Why couldn’t she be less of a romantic and more of a sex fiend?
“I’m not really sure to be honest.” But she wasn’t alone. They could do this together.
She kissed Leah again. Even after fifty years she was sure she’d never tire of tracing the curve of Leah’s mouth, pressing her lips against Leah’s in teasing strokes before slipping inside, into the welcome and the heat. Leah tasted like watermelon lip gloss and anticipation. The expectation gathered inside her too, curling and billowing around them like smoke from a fire. She met Leah’s tongue with her own in a sensual slide that had her body tightening. Kissing was a lot like she guessed sex should be. That initial gentle exploration of lips which gave way to teasing, the desire to excite and arouse, which led to the give and take of mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue, body to body.
“If kissing you is this good, making you come is going to be phenomenal.”
Leah groaned. “Sooner would be better than later.”
Ashley kissed down Leah’s neck. When she found the hollow of her throat she paused. That slight dip was so perfect. She could feel Leah breathing, a little shallower and faster than normal. That dip was life entwined with vulnerability. She would be anything, do anything to be as vital to Leah as the oxygen flowing just beneath her lips. Her heart ached with it.
“I’m going to give you everything you want.”
Leah arched her back, presenting her breasts in silent request.
Ashley stifled a laugh, reaching around to undo the clasp at Leah’s back. “That was subtle.”
