Doublecrossed
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“Best place on earth.” Callie sighed, shifting her shoulders and increasing the contact. “I haven’t been here often, but each time makes me feel like all’s right with the world.”
“I feel best when I’m with you, and even better when we’re touching. You ground me.”
Callie turned her head and looked into Regan’s eyes. “I can see my future.”
“With me.”
“Yes. Definitely with you.”
Regan gently stroked her cheek. “Don’t be nervous.”
“Why do you think I’m nervous?”
“You’re shivering.” She ran a hand down her arm with goose bumps following.
Callie looked down at her arm. “I guess I am. I feel like we’re about to take a very big step.”
“Yeah. Very big.” Regan put her hand on the back of Callie’s head and brought it to her chest. She stroked her hair for a few seconds. “I feel like I’m right on the cusp of taking one of the biggest steps of my life, and I want to make sure I do everything right.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Oh, I think I do.” Regan moved back enough to let Callie see her grin. “I’ve got a lot more on the line than you do. I’ll never get another chance for a woman as good as you.”
“That’s true. But that’s the great thing about being in love. You’re not alone. We’re making this choice together and we’ll always have each other for support.”
“Isn’t that fantastic?” The mere thought made Regan’s head spin.
“Completely. There’s nothing better than being loved.”
“I love you,” Regan declared, sure and confident. “I love you, Callie, and I’m going to love you for as long as I live.”
“Then kiss me. A whole lot.”
Regan caressed the back of Callie’s neck until she saw her beautiful eyes blink slowly. Leaning in, she pressed their lips together tenderly. It had been nine months since it had happened, but she’d thought of their first kiss thousands of times. As soon as their lips touched that first frantic kiss was gone from her memory. Her body flooded with sensation. The soft firmness of Callie’s lips, the sweet scent of her hair, a hint of peppermint from her mouth, even the down in the pillow she lay on suffused her senses. She stilled and let her body speak to her. Consciously opening herself to whatever came, she let Callie into her soul.
“This is wonderful,” Callie murmured when they broke apart for a moment.
“So, so nice. Just like my dreams.”
“Just like mine.” She nuzzled her face into Regan’s shoulder. “When I was taking my nap I had a dream about you.” She batted her eyes. “It made me happy.”
Regan gently stroked her cheek, amazed by its softness. “Tell me about it.”
“I don’t remember the whole thing. But we were in bed together and I knew we were going to make love.” Tears sprang to her eyes and she blinked them away. “I dream about you all of the time, and I usually wake up sad when I realize it was just a dream.” A brilliant smile slowly formed on her lips. “I never have to have that feeling again.” She pulled Regan close and hugged her tightly. “I’ll always have you.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Breaking apart for a moment, Callie looked into Regan’s eyes, her gaze a little unfocused. “Are we going to make love?”
“Definitely.”
Callie’s head spun when Regan grasped her firmly and placed a dozen hot kisses on her lips. “Wow!” Callie lay on her back, with Regan sprawled atop her. “You’re really good at that.” She grasped Regan’s chin between her fingers. “Have you been practicing on the girls in Scituate?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, her dark hair slipping over a shoulder. “Pent up demand.” She took a few nibbles along Callie’s neck, stopping only when her squirming blocked access. “You know,” she said deliberately, “I was full of it when I said sex wasn’t very important to me. It is.”
“Good news for me. How’d you figure that out?”
“It wasn’t hard.” She looked a little embarrassed when she held her hand out and shook it. “I think I’ve got a repetitive motion injury from thinking about you.”
Callie took her hand and inspected it carefully. “You can give it a nice long rest.” Kissing it gently she placed it over her heart. “So, you’ve been fantasizing about us?”
“Not us. You. I think about any part of you and I’m gone.” Her downcast eyes and slight flush made her more adorable than ever. She was so eminently teasable.
“When did this start? After you talked to Delaney?”
“God, no. It was probably a month or so after we got back from the Bahamas.” A guilty-looking grin stole across her face.
Callie playfully slapped at her. “That long?”
“Yeah. I felt guilty about it for a long time, since I was still really heartbroken, but I got over it.” She shook her hand again. “Obviously.”
“Why’d you feel guilty?”
“It seemed wrong somehow to start thinking about another woman when I wasn’t over Angela.”
“Oh, Regan.” Callie lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re so precious.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Yeah. Of course it is. I just think it’s precious that you’re so monogamous that you think it’s wrong to fantasize about other women after you’ve broken up. That’s intense!”
“I’m really, really monogamous, but I know that’s not the norm.”
“I will never, ever complain about you being too monogamous. That’s one of your most endearing qualities.”
“Monogamy is the only way for me. But I let that get out of hand with Angela. Once we were together I honestly thought I had to just live with our shitty sex life. That was dumb. Really dumb. Thinking that way got my heart broken.”
“What would you do differently?”
“I should have paid attention to the way we related sexually. It wasn’t great even before we moved in together.” She slapped herself in the forehead with the flat of her hand. “So dumb. I kept telling myself that she had ninety percent of what I wanted in a partner.”
“That last ten percent is pretty important.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. That last ten percent made Angela cheat.”
“No, I don’t think so. She cheated because she was afraid to be honest. She knew she wanted someone she could top in and out of bed, but she’s obviously attracted to assertive women. She never would have been interested in Marina if that wasn’t so.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But she’s the last person I want to talk about today.” She smiled impishly. “No, as usual, Marina’s the last. But Angela’s second to last.”
“It’s a deal. No more of either of those knuckleheads.”
“I only brought it up because I want you to know I’ll never let something like that happen again.” She took Callie’s hand and stared deep into her eyes. “I’ll do anything I can to make sure you’re sexually satisfied. Sex is too important to be an afterthought.”
“It is. But the other things are too important to ignore. Trust and honesty are requirements, not options. I learned that from my eighteen months with she who will not be named.”
“Sounds like we both learned something important. It sucks to learn things, doesn’t it?” She laughed and rolled onto her back. “I’d much rather read things like that in a book.”
“Me too.” Callie put her hand on Regan’s shirt and tugged on it. “Books can’t replace some experiences though.” She pulled the shirt up a few inches and tickled along the edge of Regan’s panties. “Some things have to be experienced in the flesh.”
Regan turned her head and looked into Callie’s eyes for a few seconds. Then she shifted onto her side and took over. With the first possessive kiss, Callie knew she’d found a home. Regan kissed like she knew exactly what she wanted, and that she knew exactly how to get it. Her body hovered over Callie for a moment, then she settled her full weight onto her,
After a few long minutes of intensifying kisses, Callie looked deep into Regan’s eyes. The love she saw there filled her with emotion. She’d been waiting for this woman all of her life.
As they gazed at each other longingly, Regan rolled off and decisively said, “I’m going to undress you.”
Callie blinked at her while a thrill raced down her spine as she waited for instructions.
“Let me take off your shirt.” She grasped the hem, then smoothly pulled it off. Callie looked down at herself as Regan did. Suddenly, she felt a little shy, being so intimately revealed. But Regan looked positively joyous and that made the little bout of shyness disappear. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you,” Regan whispered. She gently kissed one hard nipple. “You’re more beautiful than I’d dreamt.” She placed her hands on the swell of Callie’s hips, letting her hands rest there for a moment. Her thumbs chafed the waistband of her pajamas, then she slid them down, smiling. The desire burning in Regan’s eyes made Callie’s heart beat hard in her chest. Regan needed her, wanted her, lusted for her, and nothing had ever made her happier.
Regan hugged her, squeezing almost to the point of pain. “I love you with all my heart.” She slid her hands around Callie’s back and let them roam all over her skin. “You’re so warm and soft.” She sniffed delicately along her neck. “And you smell fantastic. So clean and fresh. It used to drive me crazy when we stayed at each other’s houses. I wanted to put my face on every sweet smelling spot. You’re such a beautiful woman,” she whispered. Her hands started at Callie’s shoulders and slipped down her body, making a small turn at her hips before coming to rest on her ass. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re almost too beautiful to touch.” Those beautiful blue eyes twinkled when she grinned rakishly. “Almost.”
Callie grabbed and held her tightly, nuzzling her face into Regan’s shoulder. Once again, Regan’s decisiveness made her feel a little shy. It was like there was a finite amount of confidence they shared and the more Regan showed, the less she felt.
“Let me see you,” Regan whispered. “Come on. Let me see how beautiful you are.”
That was it. Regan sensed the key to her sexual desire. Having a woman she lusted for tell her exactly what to do. Callie slowly pulled the covers away, revealing her nakedness. Her arm started to rise to cover her breasts, but Regan grasped her hand and held it. Then she dipped her head and kissed a warm path up her breastbone, ending at her lips.
Regan’s body shifted onto Callie’s again, possessing her delightfully. Callie took in a deep breath at the glorious feeling of having Regan’s luscious body atop her. It was heady in a way that almost made her weak. Her desire was at such a fever pitch she couldn’t stop her hands from roaming, touching Regan’s back and her muscular ass. “You’re amazing,” she murmured.
“No, you are.” Regan slid back onto her side and gazed at Callie’s body, whispering exclamations of pleasure so soft that no one could have heard them. Then with a gentle hand on her shoulder she turned Callie onto her belly. She sat up, as though she needed to see more, and ran her hand all over her back, then down to her ass, her thighs. Her fingers gently followed the curve of Callie’s spine, then returned once more to settle on her ass. Then she turned her again and slid onto her, enveloping her in an incendiary kiss—one Callie felt in her core. Callie’s need, her desire, her passion were all wrapped up in one wet kiss that seemed to go on and on.
Lying on their sides, legs entwined, Regan murmured. “I knew you were beautiful, but I had no idea you were as beautiful as you are.” When she pulled away her grin showed her playful side. “How do you ever walk away from a full length mirror? I know you must spend a lot of time touching yourself. Nobody could ignore a body like this for long. Show me how you do it.”
Now that Regan was nearly daring her, she felt bolder. Slowly, she began to trail her hand down her arm, then caressed her breast, a bolt of sensation hitting her when Regan’s eyes went big and she bit her lower lip.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Regan asked, thickly. “It’s making me crazy and I’m not even getting to touch you. Just watching you is about all I can take.”
“You look like you know just what you’re doing.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You look it. You look like you like doing this. Actually,” she said slowly, “you look like you’re about to burst. Do you know your hips are pushing into me?” She looked down at Callie’s hips, which were, in fact, circling and pressing in time to some silent beat.
“No.”
“I like that,” Regan purred. “I like having you grind against me. I want you to get what you want, whenever you want it.”
“All I want is to love you.”
“I want that more than I’ll ever be able to say. Will you undress me?”
Callie dove for her, nearly tearing her shirt as she wrestled it off her. “Easy,” Regan whispered. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together. I’m not going anywhere.”
It took just seconds to pull the shirt from her body and slide her panties down her long legs. “You look just like I’d imagined,” Callie murmured, looking at her with ill-disguised longing. “Your skin is flawless. And your breasts…” She took one in her hand and gazed at it for a few seconds before she sucked it into her mouth, laving the hardening nipple against her teeth.
“Touch me,” Regan said. “Touch me all over. Get to know my body any way you want.”
That was the most welcome invitation she’d ever received. She sucked a breast into her mouth while her hands roamed everywhere. Regan’s body was the most wondrous thing she’d ever touched in her life. Every part of it made her throb, and she didn’t have enough hands to satiate herself. Regan arched her back, pressing her breast harder against Callie’s mouth. “That’s so nice. Do whatever you want. Anything you want.”
All of a sudden there was too much to do. Too much Regan to caress, to explore. Instinctively, Regan stepped in and took over again. “Lie down and let me show you something.”
Letting go, Callie placed one last kiss on the pink nipple and rolled onto her side. Regan sat up and started to touch herself just as Callie had. “My breasts are very sensitive,” she said, casually stroking them while staring into Callie’s laser-like gaze. “But you can play with them any way you want. Soft, hard, any way at all. If you like it, I’ll like it.”
Nodding intently like an A plus student, Callie continued to stare at Regan’s hands as they slid down her body. “And my ass is very sensitive too.” She was lying on her side now, stroking her skin until she looked like she’d combust. “I’d love it if you’d grab it and squeeze it when you go down on me.” She rolled up against Callie and kissed her hotly. “I can’t wait until you do that. I’ve been thinking of how your tongue will feel when it touches every part of my pussy.” She shivered roughly. “It makes me come every time.”
“I…” Callie cleared her throat, trying to form words. “I want to do that.”
“Do you?” The deep timbre of Regan’s voice was hardly recognizable. It was a sultry, sexy purr Callie never would have expected to come out of her. A sexy, welcome surprise.
“Yes. So much. Now?”
“Do you want to do it now?”
“Yeah…Yeah.” She knew she sounded like she’d lost her mind, but it didn’t matter.
“Would you like it,” Regan said, “if I put myself over your mouth and touched my breasts while I told you how I felt?”
“God, yes!”
Regan slung one leg across Callie’s shoulder and sat lightly upon her chest. She looked down at her, eyes filled with love. “Am I too heavy?”
“You’re perfect. Come closer.” As Regan hovered over her she wanted to leap up and bury her face. But her patience was rewarded when Regan very slowly moved forward and Callie’s tongue pressed against gossamer soft skin.
Regan hissed out a stream of air as she started to move. “Your tongue is so fantastic. Watch me,” And Callie followed her hands as she squeezed her breasts hard. “Ooo,” she murmured. “I love to squeeze them hard,” she got out through gritted teeth. “Your tongue is…it’s…perfect. Just perfect. Right there.” She thrust her hips gently. “Stay right there and let me move.” She reached down and held onto Callie’s hands, then moved against her tongue, her eyes shut tightly, her breathing elevated. Then she shuddered and flexed her legs just enough to lift herself a few inches. “I almost went over the edge,” she said, shivering. “But I’m not ready. I need more.”
“Let me, let me,” Callie begged. “Come back.” Her arms wrapped around Regan’s thighs, halting her.
Regan caressed her hair, murmuring, “I will. Just let me move away from the edge of that cliff.”
“Touch your breasts again. Let me watch you do that.”
Staying well away from Callie’s mouth, Regan rose to put all of her weight on her knees, then she started to play with her breasts again. She pinched her nipples until they grew dark pink, then shook her shoulders, making them move. Cupping and squeezing them again and again, she finally said, “I can’t wait. All I can think of is your tongue.” She lowered herself onto Callie’s eagerly awaiting mouth. In just a few seconds she snapped her hips then held herself still, while Callie let her tongue glide all over the firming flesh. “That’s it. That’s it. Just that way. Oh, so good!” Then she shook and twitched, letting out bursts of air before falling like a tree, landing on her side. Surprised by her tumble, Callie scooted over to be able to lie face to face with her. Then they kissed, leisurely, until she could feel Regan’s racing heart slow. Her skin was moist and very warm and she shook just a little, but her smile was angelic. Callie held her and kissed her hungrily, desperate for kisses, even though they’d shared hundreds.
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