Carefully, she slid Leslie’s bikinis down her legs and settled beside her, one
thigh over Leslie’s. The touch of Leslie’s hot skin against her tense clitoris made
her want to come. She fought not to ? nish herself off against Leslie’s leg, even
though it would only have taken a second. Instead, she held very still until she
mentally pushed back her body’s demand to climax. Leslie’s eyes were hazy,
her legs twitching on the crisp white sheets, her hands restless and urgent on
Dev’s back. She whimpered, words beyond her.
“Take my hand, baby,” Dev urged.
Leslie gripped Dev’s wrist.
“Take me inside, Les,” Dev pleaded. “Take me inside and come for me.”
Barely breathing, eyes ? xed on Leslie’s, Dev kissed her. Dev moaned as Leslie
guided her ? ngers between her legs. Leslie was wet, warm, open. At the ? rst
light touch of Dev’s ? ngertips to the hard prominence of Leslie’s clitoris,
Leslie’s head snapped back and she cried out.
Dev gritted her teeth at the surge of pressure in her groin. She wouldn’t come,
not yet. “More. Please, Les. Take me deeper.”
“Oh, I am going to come,” Leslie keened, thrusting onto Dev’s ? ngers.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Dev said.
Leslie caught her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes wide, the blue eclipsed
by black as her pupils expanded wildly. She pushed Dev’s hand lower,
squeezing Dev’s wrist hard enough to leave the crescent indentations of her nails
in Dev’s skin. Her back arched as Dev entered her completely. The sweet
pleasure of Dev’s palm caressing her, of her ? ngers stretching and ? lling her,
was too much.
“I’m coming,” Leslie groaned.
Dev held her breath, watching Leslie’s face, feeling her spasm deep inside,
listening to her cries of pleasure. She wanted to laugh. She
wanted to cry. She wanted to shout with wonder. Leslie clung to her, sobbing
quietly, and Dev buried her face in the curve of Leslie’s neck.
“I love you,” Dev whispered. “Oh God, Leslie, I love you.”
Weakly, struggling to catch her breath, Leslie stroked Dev’s back.
Seconds passed, and Leslie slowly realized that Dev was shaking, her hips
jerking against Leslie’s thigh.
“Dev. Let me help you,” Leslie murmured, sliding her hand between her thigh
and Dev’s body to cup Dev’s swollen sex. She hissed in a breath when her ?
ngers were instantly soaked. “Oh God, you’re beautiful. Tell me what you
need.”
“Squeeze my clit,” Dev gasped. “I need to come so bad.”
Leslie stroked her ? rmly, squeezing and releasing, feeling her grow impossibly
hard. “Is it good, love? Is it what you need?”
“Oh yeah,” Dev sobbed, “oh yeah, God yeah, you’re making me come.”
Dev jerked in Leslie’s arms and her ? ngers, still deep inside Leslie, thrust and ?
exed. Leslie cried out in surprise as another orgasm crashed through her, but she
stayed with Dev, stroking her through her orgasm until she lay limp and panting
in Leslie’s arms.
“Can you come again?” Leslie whispered, smoothing the damp hair from Dev’s
forehead. She kissed her, pleased by the hazy bliss in Dev’s eyes.
“Uh, maybe. In a year or two.” Dev sighed. “Jesus, that was intense.”
“Yeah?” Leslie smiled broadly. She had put that sated look in Dev’s eyes, that
lazy slur in her voice. She had done it, and she wanted to do it again. Now.
Immediately. “That was just the warm-up, you know.”
Dev quirked a brow. “You want more?”
“Oh yes,” Leslie said, realizing just how much she wanted. “I want much, much
more.”
“I love you,” Dev said quietly.
“I know.” Leslie stroked her cheek. “I’m so sorry it took me so long, Dev.”
“It’s okay,” Dev murmured, but she wasn’t so sure. In the morning, they’d both
return to their lives, and she wondered how she’d survive being without Leslie
after this.
“You look sad.” Leslie frowned with concern. “Dev?”
“No.” Dev forced a grin. “Just gathering my strength.”
With a laugh, Leslie pulled Dev on top of her and wrapped her legs around the
backs of Dev’s thighs. “You’re plenty strong enough for what I have in mind.
Now, shut up and kiss me.”
Dev surrendered willingly to the siren call of Leslie’s desire. The morning was at
least a lifetime away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
When Leslie awoke, lying on her side with her breasts and abdomen pressed
against Dev’s back, the black plastic bedside clock read 3:20 a.m. in big white
numerals. She wasn’t entirely certain, but she thought she’d been asleep for at
least a few hours. The last thing she could recall was coming endlessly in Dev’s
mouth. At the memory, she felt a trickle of arousal tease down her thighs. She
couldn’t believe she was still excited after coming…three times? Four?
She couldn’t remember. Each pinnacle of pleasure seemed to blend into the
next, one sweeping crest of ever-mounting beauty and wonder after another.
Smiling softly to herself, she kissed the curve of Dev’s shoulder blade.
“Hey,” Leslie whispered into Dev’s ear as she slid her hand to the front of Dev’s
body and caressed her breasts. “You promised to make love to me all night
long.”
“Mmm?” Dev twitched and sighed, her nipples tightening beneath Leslie’s
insistent caresses.
“You,” Leslie said, holding back a laugh. “Promised.” She guided Dev onto her
back and straddled her hips. “To make love to me.” She swept her palms over
Dev’s breasts and down her abdomen, pressing her thumbs into ? rm muscle as
she moved lower. “All. Night. Long.”
Leslie slipped her hand between Dev’s thighs and squeezed gently.
Dev’s eyes popped open as her hips jerked. She groaned, her gaze moving
from Leslie’s nude body draped over her to the hand between her legs. “Jesus.”
“Tired?” Leslie asked, her tone honey smooth.
“No,” Dev said, reaching for Leslie’s breasts.
Leslie caught Dev’s wrists, one in each hand, and let her weight fall forward to
pin Dev’s arms to the bed. Her breasts brushed Dev’s face before she arched
her back just enough to keep her erect nipples a breath away from Dev’s
mouth. “Uh uh uh. No you don’t.”
“Come on, Les,” Dev rasped, struggling to lift her shoulders from the bed. “Let
