Each time she thought she had reached her peak, a place where she thought she could go no higher, Stacie brought her up another level. “Ohhh.” Her moan turned into a high, keening wail that echoed against the stone walls around them.
Reduced to a sweating, undulating mass of need, she didn’t realize what Stacie was going to do until she felt her breath tickle her inner thigh. Then she felt her tongue boldly lap across her swollen clit and she jumped, arching her hips up as high as they could go. Bent kneed and as wide as she could go, she left herself completely open to the other woman. Small noises of pleasure erupted from Stacie. Throaty “mm’s” that sent her arousal skyrocketing. When Stacie latched onto her clit, sucking it into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue, much like she had lavished her breasts earlier, her orgasm blossomed and spread through her abdomen like wildfire. She bucked and rolled against her until Stacie was forced to hang on to her hips to keep connected, then she lingered a while longer. Every time her tongue came close to her clit, she jumped, her body shuddering at the almost too intense sensation. Stacie shifted lower until her tongue found her entrance. She continued to explore her with slow, languid strokes of her tongue until Maria quieted, then began to work her, delving deeper until she found the source of her arousal. Maria cried out when a second, unexpected orgasm took her.
“Please, Stacie. I can’t take anymore,” she begged.
Stacie crawled up next to her and propped herself up on one elbow. Their legs were still twisted together so that she could feel Stacie’s heat where she pressed against her hip. Maria looked up at her and recognized that hazy, pleased grin of someone who felt like they had just done an amazing job and knew it. She had to agree, but that wouldn’t mean she would cave in that easily to her ego.
She shook her head. “That wasn’t exactly what I was planning.”
“No?” Stacie asked, raising one eyebrow. Her fingers, which she had kept busy dancing along Maria’s abdomen, stilled.
“No. How is it that I started out intending to seduce you, and you ended up taking over?”
“Hmm. I guess you’ll have to get used to that. I’m not quite the pillow princess type, if you get my drift.”
“Pillow princess?” Maria asked.
“Uh huh.” Stacie nodded, then the laughter dancing in her eyes quieted and she became very silent. She sat up and stretched, then picked at the corner of the blanket while staring at the tree’s standing on the bank across from them. “Um, I know this is going to sound weird, but can we take this back home? Where there’s a bed and a roof over our head?”
Maria narrowed her eyes and tried to see what was creating such a morose mood in the middle of what was the most amazing experience in her life. She didn’t want to see their budding relationship as tenuous, but there was still so much they didn’t know about each other. It would take months if not years to discover, a process she would look forward to every day she had the chance to wake up next to this unexpected and wonderful woman that filled her thoughts and captured both her mind and her heart.
A quick glance in the direction of her clothes clued Maria in. “You aren’t comfortable here.”
“No. Not quite. I do love it here though.” Stacie shifted again. When she met her eyes again, the fleeting shyness that she had noticed before, flickered back to life. Like a hummingbird hovering near a pane window, its wings beating so quickly you could only see the blur of their passing, she caught sight of an underlying fragility she would have never guessed upon. She reached out and caressed Stacie’s jaw. Stacie turned into the touch and kissed her palm, setting Maria’s pulse skyrocketing again. It was such a simple expression of affection, but it did things to her she didn’t expect. Be very careful, Dr. Phillips, you’re dangerously close to making me fall in love with you.
“We don’t need to stay,” Maria said. “We can go home right now if that’s what you want.”
“Yes. I’d like that,” Stacie said, jumping up and helping Maria to stand. She threw her clothes on in record time, but before they headed out Stacie pulled her back into a quick embrace. “I just want you to know, so you don’t think I’m running away we’re not done with this. We still have unfinished business.”
“I agree,” Maria nodded, then shook her head when a humorous thought came to her. “This is going to be the most painful drive in the history of first dates.”
“Huh? Why?”
“You have the entire hike back to think about that. I think you’ll figure it out by then.” Maria patted Stacie’s arm and smirked, then went in search of her missing sandals.
Chapter Thirteen
Stacie woke up the next morning to two things, the phone ringing and an empty bed. She wasn’t happy about either but the smell of fresh coffee helped. Coffee didn’t just make itself.
She wobbled out of bed after struggling with the tangled sheets. A kitten trying to break out of a paper bag would have done a better job, and look a hell of a lot cuter doing it than she did. As long as Maria was still somewhere in the house, she was glad that she didn’t have an audience. Sometime last night they had lost the blanket and she found a pillow corkscrewed inside the top sheet. “How the heck did that happen?” she asked, then waved the thought away. She didn’t want to know.
A few minutes later she found both Maria and the missing blanket out in the backyard. She slipped through the open sliding glass door and out into the late morning
