“What a pity,” Halina says, before she chugs what’s left in her glass and takes Alexandra’s glass from her fingers. “What do you say we bail out of here, and you guide me through… Paris?” she offers, and her eyes follow the lines of Alexandra’s body, conveying what parts of Paris she wants to pay her respects to.
Alexandra licks her lips when Halina returns her eyes to her face.
Halina’s fingers trail along Alexandra’s arm. “Meet you at the front. I have a chauffeur.”
“Meet you there,” Alexandra replies, hypnotized by the slight roll of Halina’s hips as she walks away.
Jesus. Almighty.
Though it has the shape of a random hookup, Alexandra wills it to be more. It’s simply an uncommon start to something with the potential to be great, an original, if naughty, story to tell years down the line when people ask how they met.
Getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Oh, well…
On her way to the cloakroom, she takes time to salute Loupan and some members of the board she doesn’t know from Adam. It takes a lot of self-control to remind herself that running out will not help the respectful relationship burgeoning between her, Leo, and the powers that be, especially if she twists her ankle on these cursed heels. So, she walks briskly, as fast as she can without running.
On her way, she meets Leo. She gestures toward the ramp where Halina stands. He frowns at her, but a more detailed explanation will have to wait.
Halina looks toward the road, where a car approaches. She is talking to Ari. The memory of her encounter with the insufferable assistant from Hell makes Alexandra’s hackles rise and she straightens as she approaches them.
“Ready to go?” Halina asks, holding her hand up for Alexandra to take. Alexandra walks between Halina and Ari; her hips nudge them out of the way.
“You bet,” she replies, barely giving them a side glance.
“Are you sure, boss?” Ari asks, a twist to their mouth.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Halina says, accentuating the last word as she lightly puts her hand on the small of Alexandra’s back. She keeps it there until they are in the black car that was waiting at the bottom of the ramp.
Ch 5
B Minor
White, Peach, and Olympic Blue
Halina lets her instincts guide her; she’s out of her depth. She just met Alexandra, but she already wants to play with the many ways she can imagine taking her apart in her bed.
Oh God, she’ll look so pretty on the dark silky cotton of my sheets.
The olive tone of her skin is lovely and will be lovelier once she’s out of her dress and spread on the bed for Halina to take at her leisure. She wants her so much; she barely waits for the car door to close. She captures Alexandra’s full lips in a kiss and keeps one hand on Alexandra’s knee.
What Halina didn’t expect, though, is how quickly she loses control of the kiss. Usually, her partners are overwhelmed by the sudden unleashing of her passion. They are too taken aback by the contrast between her professional chill and her seductive fire to even attempt to question her leadership. Halina’s partners let her make them do what she wants or needs.
Now, she barely teases at Alexandra’s lips before a hand cups her cheek and tilts her head. Alexandra’s tongue licks languorously into her mouth. Halina kisses back, but Alexandra is the choreographer of this little dance.
When Alexandra sucks on her tongue while smiling into the kiss, Halina moans. When she licks the roof of her mouth, Halina’s body tingles down to her crotch, just as surely as if Alexandra had reached between Halina’s legs with her hand.
Halina opens her coat and paws at Alexandra’s while pulling her as close as she can with their seatbelts on. Alexandra manages to open her own overcomplicated coat but never stops kissing her. Her fingers graze the line of Halina’s jaw and neck. The touch is as light as a feather.
Halina doesn’t waste any time. She caresses Alexandra’s leg from knee to thigh. She expected Alexandra’s legs to be soft. She does find softness, but also meets hard muscle as soon as she presses on the velvet of Alexandra’s dark skin. The prospect of that strength around her face while she eats Alexandra out creates another wave of arousal, and Halina doesn’t stop until she finds the junction of Alexandra’s legs.
It’s Alexandra’s turn to moan into the kiss. Her legs are parted for Halina’s touch. The car drives through the streets of Paris. She doesn’t have time to explore it now, when a different type of geography awaits her exploring fingertips.
Yes, Paris can wait.
Halina bids her driver goodnight before they rush out of the car. Incapable of delaying any longer, she pulls Alexandra into a kiss on the hotel’s threshold. She only drank one cocktail, but her brain is fuzzy: drunk on arousal, drunk on Alexandra’s light, mysterious, delectable perfume; drunk on the prospect of a passionate night. After tonight, Halina will give her whole self to music. She’ll take one last moment for herself and just herself.
Alexandra presses her against the elevator wall; her leg slides between Halina’s as her hands hold her waist. Halina pants into the kiss when Alexandra’s thumbs rub circles on her hips, slowly rolling her underwear under her jumpsuit. In the vibrant light of the elevator, Alexandra’s gray eyes glow like pearls.
“Come on.” Halina is short of breath as they make their way to her room.
Halima turns to face the door and almost gets the electronic key through the slot when Alexandra’s breasts press against her back. Her hands delicately cup Halina’s hips while her lips take advantage of Halina’s jumpsuit’s low neck to press against her bare skin.
Halina can’t help but gasp under the onslaught of sensations.
Oh, but this is delicious. I should have tried different body types before.
The door finally opens, and they tumble into the room before slamming it shut. Alexandra forces Halina to stand against the door. She cups her face with both hands and kisses her. Halina puts her hands on Alexandra’s waist, pulling her even closer, until their chests are pressed together as much as possible despite their height difference and she hums into the kiss to show her appreciation.
Alexandra pulls away and suddenly loses a couple of inches. A dull noise is repeated, and Alexandra’s heeled shoes lie in the middle of the room. Now that Alexandra is without shoes and Halina still wears hers, they are face to breast.
The height difference doesn’t throw Alexandra off balance. She uses her new vantage point to play with the neckline of Halina’s jumpsuit and pushes aside the silky material to access her breasts. One hand on Halina’s waist, her other finds the side of Halina’s right breast. On tiptoe at first, she presses a trail of kisses from the hollow of Halina’s throat to the skin under her breasts.
Halina expected her to go for her nipples, but she should stop expecting and forget what she was used to. Evidently, Alexandra plays by other rules.
Halina puts one hand in Alexandra’s thick hair and guides her toward the spot where she is wetter and wetter. Alexandra lowers herself until she is blocked by the belt of the jumpsuit. She lets out a frustrated sigh, and the warm air on the trail of spit she left in her path raises goosebumps on Halina’s skin. None of her previous partners managed to make her feel this way; only now that she’s experiencing it does Halina realize what’s been missing from her life.
“How do you get this off?” Alexandra mumbles, and Halina is only too happy to oblige, rolling her shoulders to remove the top of the jumpsuit. A shimmy of her hips drops it to the floor.
“Thank God,” Alexandra comments, smiling. She takes a step back. “Look at you.”
Her voice is laced with worship and awe and lust. Halina basks in it as she kicks the jumpsuit and her shoes to the side. She returns to Alexandra to cup her face and pulls her into a kiss as she walks them toward the bed.
Alexandra doesn’t seem to mind relinquishing the
lead; she keeps her hands on Halina’s waist and walks backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she lets herself drop onto it with an expectant smirk.
Halina was right: Alexandra makes for a spectacular vision on her sheets.
“Shouldn’t we get this off,” Halina purrs, one knee on the bed for balance. She reaches for Alexandra’s belt.
“I thought it was all about getting off,” Alexandra replies with a laugh. She stretches her arms while she lets Halina open her dress. With the gesture, she becomes a silky, embroidered present.
I do love presents.
Alexandra’s golden-brown skin and the breasts overflowing from her bra demand caresses, and they demand them sooner rather than later.
Halina lies on top of Alexandra, capturing her lips for a bruising kiss while putting a leg between Alexandra’s. Her knee meets Alexandra’s crotch, and, even through the material of her underwear, her arousal is obvious. Halina is in the same state of excitement. She rocks against Alexandra and the motion is enough to simultaneously stimulate Alexandra with her knee and herself against Alexandra’s leg.
“Yes,” Alexandra moans, voice turning rougher and rougher as she wiggles under Halina. Her hands are back on Halina’s hips, guiding her downward and moving with her. “Come on, just—ah! Just like that, yesss…”
The moan spurs Halina forward. She moves her body faster, orgasm already within her grasp. Warmth spreads through her, and she barely manages to catch herself before she falls and crushes Alexandra. She lets out a short, breathless laugh as she rolls to the side.
Alexandra takes a deep breath before she sits up to toss down her crumpled dress and unhook her bra in one swift move. The lacy garment joins the dress on the floor. A handful of tiny petals, an explanation for the perfume Halina couldn’t quite place, flutter in the air as the bra flies to the floor. She rolls to her side, closer to Halina, so she has one arm over Halina’s waist to brush her side and one leg thrown over Halina’s hip to get some friction for herself. She kisses Halina’s shoulder.
“Off to a good start, then,” Alexandra says gleefully, and Halina can only approve. “I knew you’d be spectacular.”
“How did you—” Halina frowns, combing through her memories until everything adds up. American, plump, kicked out by Ari— “You sneaked into the concert hall to listen to me play. Did you enjoy the show?” she asks cockily.
Alexandra gives her a long, sweeping glance; Halina sees a sparkle of desire in her eyes. “All of it.”
Halina wiggles as the compliment adds to the warmth in her body. She glances at Alexandra’s relaxed form and smirks. “I really want to eat you out.”
“Ditto.”
Halina turns her head just in time for Alexandra to kiss her again, her lips tingling with the force of it while her hand blindly reaches for dental dams in the drawer of her nightstand.
“Come here,” Alexandra says while she pulls Halina toward her. “I don’t want us to be off balance.”
“You want to eat me while I do you?” Halina asks for confirmation, raising to her knees on the mattress, the bedspread scratching her skin.
Alexandra laughs in response, and it makes her breasts bounce enticingly. “Sixty-nine seems to be the fairest deal,” Alexandra replies with a come-hither gesture Halina is hopeless to resist.
“I’m all for fairness.”
Halina gives a dam to Alexandra. Twisting her body, she positions her crotch over Alexandra’s face. Alexandra grabs her ass, squeezing it as she guides Halina toward her. A small, appreciative sigh comes out of her mouth, which is already caressing Halina’s sweat-slicked skin.
“You enjoy the view?” Halina asks, rotating her hips as she slowly lowers her body toward Alexandra.
“You have no idea how much appreciation I have for your everything,” Alexandra replies with a light slap on the soft globes of Halina’s ass, “but I propose to revisit this topic later.”
“Another time” is quite the foreign concept as far as Halina and sex are concerned, but Alexandra did manage to make her come faster than ever. Maybe she’ll break her rule of one-time-only.
Alexandra wraps her arms around Halina’s thighs once she sits on her face, and Halina reaches for her hands to guide them closer to the junction of her thighs. Alexandra doesn’t disappoint her; one hand reaches down to tease her while she licks at her folds.
Halina is already wet from her first orgasm, but her pleasure is only renewed; her body is responsive to Alexandra’s eager tongue. Alexandra doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t tease, in her approach to Halina’s body. Halina reaches for her own breasts, lost in her pleasure, then remembers to take care of Alexandra’s. She’ll be damned if Alexandra manages to make her come a second time before Halina even manages to reciprocate.
Halina bends over to press her pelvis harder against Alexandra’s face. It dislodges her hand, but Alexandra returns it to Halina’s hip, and Halina is closer to her goal. Alexandra’s folds are shiny and wet, too attractive to resist, and Halina goes right for it, licking her way from Alexandra’s clit to her entrance and back up.
Alexandra’s gasp serves as an incentive; she finds a new position for her body against Alexandra’s wicked and talented mouth so she can focus on her own task. A second wave of pleasure builds, and there is a competitive edge to the way Halina now sucks and licks her way around Alexandra’s entrance. Halina may care more about her own pleasure than anyone else’s, but Alexandra’s orgasm is now a matter of principle.
She makes good use of her hands too, grabbing Alexandra’s legs to caress them, the backs of her knees, the backs of her thighs, the insides of her legs. When Halina tickles a spot between Alexandra’s thigh and ass cheek, her companion moans and bucks against Halina’s face.
Now she’s certain there will be a next time to explore all this chemistry and pleasure, to find new ways to make this infuriating, sexy-against-all odds woman moan so beautifully again and again.
She’s not alone in her desire to give and get pleasure. Alexandra is relentless and alternates between kitten licks to Halina’s folds and unprecise strokes to her clitoris. Try as she may, Halina can’t hold back anymore and she comes, harder even than the first orgasm. To catch her breath and gather her wits, she stops using her mouth; one hand still teases Alexandra as she slips her fingers in deeper.
Halina still rides her second orgasm, so the competitor in her needs to make Alexandra find her peak of pleasure. As soon as she can breathe and focus properly, Halina dives back to her task. Her efforts pay off as more fluid gushes out. Despite how unsafe it would be, how unlike her it is to want such a thing, she wants to taste it. Alexandra’s legs tremble under her touch. A glance upward shows a tension in her whole body, a wave of pleasure she needs to catch immediately while it is at its highest.
With a victorious smile, Halina runs her fingers along the edges of Alexandra’s folds and then pushes them inside as she hollows her cheeks around Alexandra’s clitoris. She is rewarded with a smothered shout, muted by her own body over Alexandra’s mouth. Alexandra’s whole body tightens and relaxes against Halina’s with each jolt of pleasure. Teasingly, Halina trails her fingers through the fluid smeared on Alexandra’s upper thighs. She shakes her ass to get rid of the tickling sensation born from Alexandra’s panted breath.
“Oh, wow,” Alexandra whispers, her voice a little bit rougher than when they started. She presses her forehead against Halina’s thigh. “Come back here, you,” she adds with a growl, forcefully pulling Halina back onto her mouth and pushing her tongue inside her.
Maybe it’s the shock of the onslaught, maybe it’s the satisfaction of getting her partner off, maybe it’s just Alexandra who is so damn good, but a third orgasm, slower and warmer than the first two, surprises Halina. It makes her shout and straighten as she nearly blacks out.
Halina is barely conscious when Alexandra disentangles herself from h
er legs and gently rolls her on her back. She comes back to her senses when Alexandra presses a soft kiss to the side of her breast. Her whole body is sensitive, lit by an internal fire, and she groans, weakly batting Alexandra away.
So that’s overstimulation.
Blinking, Halina searches for any sign of smugness, but Alexandra wears only a satisfied smile. Sweaty curls are stuck to her forehead in some places and sticking out in others. The mascara smudged at the corner of her eyes makes her look feline and wild.
“I owe you one.” Halina rolls to her side and scoots to Alexandra until she has her on her back. “How can I make you come now?”
Alexandra pats her cheek; the gesture is lazy and tired. Halina finds herself enjoying the mark of affection and leans into the touch. “You don’t owe me anything,” Alexandra says, slurring a little. “It was my pleasure, believe me.”
“Still,” Halina insists as she slides her hand between Alexandra’s legs. “Let me get us to deuce before you leave.”
A frown draws lines on Alexandra’s face, but it quickly passes. “I didn’t intend to just leave, but—oh, my God,” she hisses as Halina crooks two fingers inside of her in a quest for her G-spot and, obviously, finds it.
Halina lies on her belly to get a better look, and Alexandra grasps the sheets in one hand while the other cups the back of Halina’s head in a gentle touch, fingers tangled in her hair without pulling.
Halina quickly adds a third finger. Her hand comes back wetter and wetter with every pass inside of Alexandra’s eager body, with every roll of Alexandra’s hips against her touch.
“Come on, come on, dzidzia,” Halina mumbles. The endearment is out of her mouth before she realizes it while she moves faster, properly fucking Alexandra with her hand. Her fingers are crooked inside Alexandra while her thumb rubs at Alexandra’s clit.
Alexandra lets go of Halina’s head to cover her eyes with her forearm, the hand in the sheets tightens, and, as her legs open even wider, Halina cannot resist. She moves forward to suck at the nub while pressing her fingers against Alexandra’s special spot again and again until Alexandra howls out her orgasm.
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