by A. L. Brooks
As she wiped the dishes dry, she thought about dinner. It had been…okay. They’d struggled for conversation topics to begin with, both clearly still unsure of themselves. But soon, as they’d filled their bellies and sipped more champagne, they’d relaxed into each other’s presence again and, she was pretty sure, managed to get back to the same level of ease and relaxation they’d had before.
“Are you really okay in there?” Maggie called.
Tamsyn laughed. “Yes! Stop panicking. I do know my way around a kitchen sink. Anyway, I’ve actually just finished.”
She washed and dried her hands, then pulled down the sleeves of her sweater before joining Maggie in the living room. Maggie was sitting in the armchair, her knees pulled up so that her chin rested on them, gazing at the fire. Gizmo was laid out, his belly turned towards the warmth, Snakey at his back. Tamsyn stopped in her tracks as a powerful wave of longing rushed over and through her. For a moment she could picture coming home to a scene like this every day and the need it engendered took her breath away. Without saying a word, she walked lightly across the room and crouched down next to Gizmo, tentatively reaching out to stroke his belly. He startled and looked over his shoulder at her, but in the next moment relaxed and stretched, offering yet more of his belly to her touch.
“Uh-oh,” Maggie said softly. “You’ve done it now. He’ll expect that from you all the time. You’ve doomed yourself.”
Tamsyn chuckled and looked up at her. “I can think of far worse dooms than this.”
She stared at Maggie, at the way the firelight danced across her hair and her face, and her breath caught in her throat. So beautiful. Maggie unfurled her legs and placed her feet on the floor. In the next moment she moved to a kneeling position in front of her chair, which brought her to within only a couple of feet of Tamsyn. Her fingers stilled on the dog’s belly as she sat transfixed. Maggie hadn’t taken her eyes off Tamsyn, and the heat in her gaze made Tamsyn’s entire body tremble. Suddenly they were back here again, that place where desire was so obvious and intense it was almost tangible, buzzing between them like minute flickers of lightning. Maggie came up onto her knees and inched forward, her gaze still never leaving Tamsyn’s. It was thrilling and scary all at the same time.
As Maggie reached her, Tamsyn too pushed up onto her knees to make them the same height. Gizmo stirred at the removal of her hand but Tamsyn ignored him, her attention focused on the stunning woman now only centimetres away. Before she could muster anything to say or do, Maggie’s lips crashed into hers and claimed her mouth in a kiss that scorched her entire body. Maggie’s hands were on her back, pulling her closer, and she let herself go there, let herself sink into the softness and warmth of Maggie’s body. Maggie’s tongue was insistent, and electrifying; thoughts of where else that tongue could work its magic stormed through her brain. Tamsyn kissed back with equal ferocity, running her hands up Maggie’s spine to finally run her fingers into the softness of Maggie’s hair and hold on tight. God, it felt even better than she could have imagined, made even more so by the delicious moan the action elicited from Maggie. Tamsyn felt that moan deep down in her belly and her clit began to throb. She trailed one hand back down Maggie’s back to cup her ass, not squeezing but simply holding, luxuriating in the feel of that curve encased in tight denim, the heat from Maggie seeping into her skin.
Maggie pulled back, her eyes shining in the firelight. Her voice was a husky croak as she said, “I’m sorry, I—”
“No, nothing to be sorry about,” Tamsyn rasped, leaning back in for more, capturing Maggie’s mouth with a gentle kiss this time, savouring the feel of soft lips beneath hers. She licked along Maggie’s bottom lip and did it again when Maggie inhaled sharply and whimpered at the touch. Her left hand was still tangled up in Maggie’s hair and she used it to tug Maggie’s head back a little, exposing more of her neck, which she then covered in a slow, haphazard trail of open-mouthed kisses. Tamsyn’s tongue licked at the point where Maggie’s neck met her shoulder and the shudder that move elicited made her groan in tandem.
“Maggie?” she whispered, her body consumed by need and ignoring any warning signals her brain might be attempting to flash her way.
“Yes?” It was tortured, that one word, and Maggie’s fingers on Tamsyn’s shoulder blades were frantic.
“Can we move to the bedroom?”
She didn’t know if it was the sensible thing to do, or whether she’d regret it a million times over when she woke up in the morning. But here and now, she couldn’t stop this tidal wave of want and desire that threatened to suffocate her unless it found an outlet.
Maggie pushed back slightly, and waited until Tamsyn met her eye before speaking.
“Are you sure?”
It was a loaded question, and Tamsyn understood completely why Maggie had to ask, but she only had one answer and she gave it quickly.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Chapter 8
Somewhere far back in her mind, in the small area that hadn’t been affected by the lust-induced fog which had consumed her, Maggie wondered if they were making a mistake. The thought was blown off as fast as it arrived—if they were, she didn’t care. Not now.
Leaning into Tamsyn like that, claiming that incredible kiss, had been the only thing she could do in the circumstances. The way the fire’s light picked out hidden auburn highlights in Tamsyn’s hair and made the brown of her eyes resemble melted chocolate had short-circuited something in Maggie.
She held Tamsyn’s warm hand now as she led her into the bedroom. The single lamp by the side of the bed cast enough light to see each other by, and a quick push of the door ensured Gizmo wouldn’t disturb them.
“I want to see you,” Tamsyn whispered, gesturing vaguely to Maggie’s clothes.
Maggie nodded but swallowed. She thought she was in reasonable shape for a woman her age, but she knew her body would be considerably softer and more rounded than Tamsyn’s. She’d seen the glamour shots involving sultry gowns and designer skinny jeans, after all.
“Please,” Tamsyn said, walking closer and dropping a soft kiss on Maggie’s mouth. “I can’t wait to touch you.”
Maggie searched her eyes and saw the truth of it; the desire that burned there was fierce, and her hesitation dropped away.
She removed her jeans first, peeling them down and kicking them off with as much grace as she could manage, taking her socks with them. The thick sheepskin rug beneath her feet tickled her skin and added to the sensory overload. Her fingers fumbled at her shirt buttons.
“Can I help?”
Maggie nodded; her voice had deserted her.
Tamsyn reached out with trembling hands and Maggie’s tension lessened. Okay, I’m not the only one nervous. Thank God.
The buttons eased out of their holes in quick succession under the ministrations of Tamsyn’s slender fingers. Maggie shivered at the thought of what those fingers might do to her shortly. What she prayed they’d do.
Tamsyn pushed the shirt away from Maggie’s shoulders and let it fall to her wrists, swallowing visibly at what it revealed. The blue cotton bra Maggie wore was one of her plainest, but it also cupped her breasts into what even she considered a pleasing cleavage.
“So beautiful.” Tamsyn licked her lips and Maggie almost growled.
Bending her head, Tamsyn kissed the swell of one breast, then the other. Her lips were like fire on Maggie’s skin and she threw out her hands to grasp Tamsyn’s hips, steadying herself as she swayed into the touch.
“Sensitive?”
“Oh, yeah.” Maggie looked down; Tamsyn was looking up, her mouth millimetres from Maggie’s flesh, her breath warm against it. “You can spend as much time as you like there. Just so you know.”
Tamsyn’s throaty chuckle was sexy as hell. “Noted,” she whispered before licking a long line from deep between Maggie’s breasts all the way up the curve of the left one
to her clavicle.
Maggie gripped Tamsyn’s hips tighter, clinging on for dear life as waves of erotic sensation thrummed over her. Her clit was aching for attention, but she’d let it suffer if Tamsyn kept up those exquisite swirls of her tongue around the uncovered parts of her breasts. When Tamsyn reached behind her with a murmured, “Yes?” Maggie nodded vigorously and felt no embarrassment when Tamsyn chuckled at her enthusiasm. The bra dropped to her wrists to join the shirt; she was now nicely pinned by both items of clothing and the concept thrilled her.
“Oh, God.” Tamsyn lunged in, her lips closing around one nipple and sucking hard. Maggie cried out as bolts of desire shot straight to her clit. She was wet and swollen already. “Your breasts are incredible,” Tamsyn whispered as she moved from one to the other, this time biting, softly at first but increasing the pressure until she made Maggie gasp. “Like that?”
“Yes. More. Harder.” If there was one thing she loved it was having her nipples bitten, and moments later she was thankful Tamsyn was happy to follow such clear instructions. Maggie was squirming and breathing heavily by the time Tamsyn lifted her head.
“I want this all off,” she said, one hand plucking at the shirt around Maggie’s waist. She glanced down at Maggie’s underwear. “All of it.”
Maggie couldn’t move fast enough, despite a modicum of embarrassment still lingering about her overall body shape. Her stomach wasn’t going to be as flat as Tamsyn’s, and she still had a couple of stretch marks left over from the time when her weight had increased through stress some years ago. But Tamsyn was making it very clear with her lustful looks that naked was how she wanted Maggie, so naked she would be. She ripped off the shirt and bra, then eased her underwear off her hips and let them fall to the floor.
Tamsyn sucked in a breath and met Maggie’s nervous gaze. “You really are beautiful, Maggie. Please don’t doubt that.”
“Thank you,” Maggie whispered, her throat tightening a little. She inhaled and exhaled once, nice and slow, to calm her remaining nerves. “But there seems to be something wrong with this situation.” She smiled as Tamsyn raised an eyebrow. “I appear to be the only one naked, and I think that needs to change.”
Tamsyn chuckled. “Oh, you do, do you?”
“Uh-huh. Strip. Now.” She added just a little firmness to the last word and was rewarded with a soft gasp and a shudder that seemed to sweep the full length of Tamsyn’s body.
Wordlessly, Tamsyn did as she was told, and it was one of the most erotic experiences Maggie had ever had. She didn’t know if it came from Tamsyn’s training, but if it did, she wanted to find whichever coach had imparted this skill and shake them by the hand. Every item of clothing was eased off her body with a seductive, almost lazy motion that tantalised Maggie’s senses and made her impatient for more. The shirt went first, revealing a black, lacy bra that was sheer and ridiculously sexy, never mind the breasts it contained. They looked firm and full, and Maggie’s mouth watered at the prospect of touching them, and—God help her—tasting them. Leaving the bra on for the moment, Tamsyn teased her by switching to the removal of her jeans. Given these clung to every inch of her, Maggie expected a somewhat undignified wriggle would be required to remove them, but even this she managed to make look erotic, and before long the jeans were discarded alongside Maggie’s in a heap on the floor. Tamsyn’s legs were tanned and smooth, and perfectly toned. Her belly was flat, but to Maggie’s delight, not as perfectly flat as she’d imagined, which only made her love it even more. There was a small tattoo just below Tamsyn’s belly button; Maggie couldn’t determine what it was right now but knew she’d have fun figuring that out later. And below the tattoo, Tamsyn’s clipped and shaved pussy was already glistening in the low lamplight. The thought of putting her fingers and mouth there sent Maggie’s heart rate rocketing.
She looked up and caught Tamsyn looking…uncertain? How was that possible?
“You’re stunning,” Maggie said with conviction, reaching out a hand and tracing a delicate line across Tamsyn’s ribs with one fingertip. “You must know that.”
Tamsyn trembled at the touch even as she shrugged. “Means more coming from you.” The vulnerability was surprising but in the next moment Maggie knew it made sense.
“Please,” Maggie said, keeping her tone low and trying to convey within it all the desire coursing through her veins, “take the rest off?”
Tamsyn’s smile was tender and grateful, and she nodded even as her hands went to the front clasp of her bra and snapped it open.
Maggie’s mouth went bone dry as Tamsyn’s breasts tumbled out of their confines. Good God, I might die from this.
Maggie didn’t need words. Not now. All she needed was skin, and touch, and mouths, and fingers. She reached out a hand and, when Tamsyn took it, tugged her towards the bed. She had intended to lay Tamsyn down but was beaten to it; Tamsyn’s look of determination made any protest die on her lips and instead she smiled, eased back against the pillows, and opened her arms.
Tamsyn groaned softly, intoxicatingly, and warmth spread all over Maggie as Tamsyn’s body finally pressed against hers. Their arms snaked easily around each other, and Tamsyn’s hands slipped under Maggie’s shoulder blades to hold her tight. Tamsyn’s mouth found hers, kissing her hard, her tongue thrusting into Maggie’s mouth. Maggie wrapped her legs around Tamsyn’s thighs, bringing her closer as she did so, and they both moaned deep and low as the movement brought their pussies together.
“Jesus,” Tamsyn breathed, staring at Maggie. “I’m… God, this is crazy. I’m so close already!”
Knowing she’d done that to Tamsyn, that just being with her like this had unravelled Tamsyn that much, was the biggest confidence boost Maggie could imagine.
“Uh-huh.” She smiled, nodding slowly, then kissed Tamsyn’s neck, just below her ear, and whispered, “Want me to do something about that?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know!” Tamsyn smiled ruefully. “I don’t want this to be over too soon, but at the same time I want you touching me so badly…”
“Mm, and I want to touch you. Badly. But, if it’s all right with you, I’d like to take my time.” She licked along Tamsyn’s jawline and Tamsyn gripped her shoulders harder. “I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
“Oh, yes…”
Tamsyn ground against her and Maggie’s eyes closed as a wave of ecstasy swamped her. Tamsyn’s body felt incredible on top of hers; their breasts touching made her nipples harden further, and the weight of Tamsyn between her legs had her clit pounding with need.
Maggie groaned, then said, “On your back. Please.”
Tamsyn was quick to oblige, and waited with flushed cheeks and a hunger in her eyes that took Maggie’s breath away.
It had been roughly two years since she’d last touched a woman. With Tamsyn laid out before her like this, open and wanting, it felt like a century. She wanted to do everything at once and yet she couldn’t get started. She sighed, and Tamsyn gave her a questioning look.
“I think I’ve got stage fright,” Maggie whispered. “It’s…it’s been a long time.”
Tamsyn reached out and took her hand, entwining their fingers so that her hand was on top of Maggie’s. “How about I get you started?” Without waiting for an answer, she tugged Maggie’s hand, still linked so intimately with her own, towards her body. Not looking away, keeping her heated gaze locked firmly on Maggie’s, Tamsyn placed their joined hands on her right breast with Maggie’s palm pressing down into the soft, warm abundance of the mound.
A nipple, hard and rigid, drilled into Maggie’s palm even as her fingers curled reflexively around the breast they cupped. “Oh, yeah,” she murmured, and Tamsyn nodded, arching into the touch, pulling her own hand away to leave Maggie working the flesh all by herself.
“Yes,” Tamsyn rasped, and all the inhibitions and hesitations that had held Maggie back fell away.
She mo
ved then, sitting up so she could straddle one of Tamsyn’s thighs.
“Oh,” Tamsyn gasped and opened her eyes wide. “You’re so wet.”
Maggie ground against Tamsyn’s leg to emphasise the point and Tamsyn’s breath hitched. Then, heart pounding, Maggie bent forward and ran her tongue over Tamsyn’s left nipple while her left hand continued to massage the right breast. Tamsyn rocketed upwards, a keening sound leaving her throat.
“Fuck… Yes…”
“Yours like attention too, huh?” Maggie whispered, chuckling.
Tamsyn snorted. “Um, yes, just a bit.”
“Good,” Maggie replied before returning all her attention to the beautiful body now at her complete mercy. She roved from breast to breast, her tongue and fingers constantly on the move. Then, when she could sense that Tamsyn’s arousal was at fever pitch, decided to up the ante. She slid back a little along Tamsyn’s thigh—earning another deep groan as her hot, wet pussy coated Tamsyn’s skin—and let her mouth go wandering. Flicks and swirls of her tongue over Tamsyn’s ribs were followed up with feathery touches down her sides and over her hips and belly. She followed those touches with her tongue, Tamsyn’s moans and breathy cries urging her on as she licked a path down Tamsyn’s belly towards her pussy.
“Oh, Maggie… Please.” There was genuine torture in Tamsyn’s tone that made Maggie’s own pussy throb with need.
She used her hands to push Tamsyn’s thighs further apart, moving herself in between them so she could lay down, her shoulders keeping Tamsyn’s legs open although Maggie didn’t think she needed much encouragement in that aspect. Tamsyn’s scent was filling her nostrils, and the sight of her, wet and open, sent a shiver right through Maggie. She glanced up, up over Tamsyn’s belly, between her breasts, to find Tamsyn looking back at her, a whirl of emotions on her face. There was hunger, of course, and a hint of amusement, but underneath was that vulnerability again, and Maggie had to swallow hard before she could focus back on the task at hand.
