At another time, Tess might have lingered, might have teased for minutes that felt like hours, but at the first sign of dallying, Susannah gripped her shoulders, blunt nails pressing into the skin.
Tess unhooked Susannah’s bra and then wrenched the underwear down her legs, leaving her naked. If she’d been a work of art before, now Susannah was fantasy made flesh, her hips canted and her legs spread in anticipation, everything in her pose an invitation to more. If she wasn’t careful, Tess could get lost in wanting something this much, but fuck, was she ever done with being careful. Tess landed a series of determined kisses on her hipbones.
“Oh, straight to the point,” Susannah rasped. “You must like what you see.”
“Do you want me to take my time?” Tess paused long enough to ask. She was on her knees now, the floorboards creaking beneath her. “Because I can take all night over this. All. Night.”
Susannah’s answer was tangling the fingers of one hand in Tess’s hair and tugging with fierce intent. The lady apparently did not want to be kept waiting.
“So I’ll get on with it, then,” Tess said.
Susannah’s grip only tightened as Tess set about the task with more enthusiasm than she could ever remember having before. She did love going down on a woman, maybe because taste was an underrated part of the experience, but this was something else entirely. When it came to Susannah, Tess wanted to do everything, and she wanted to do it as many times as humanly possible.
Despite the lack of foreplay that Tess would usually lavish on a lover, Susannah was already slick beneath the first determined swipes of Tess’s tongue, and so she dragged her blunt fingernails down the insides of Susannah’s thighs, which parted readily to welcome her between them.
Tess turned the full pressure of her licking toward Susannah’s clit, stiff in anticipation of the contact.
“Oh God!” Susannah gasped.
Tess continued the relentless pace. There was still so much more of Susannah she wanted to touch and taste, but Susannah was already squirming under her touch.
They’d been building up to this all night, and they desperately needed a release. The more Tess twisted and twirled her tongue, alternating flicks of the tip with broad flat strokes, the more Susannah unravelled.
Susannah’s thigh muscles tensed and then trembled, the arch of her hips pushing her harder against Tess’s mouth. Her orgasm resulted in a half shout, and Susannah’s hand slapped against the mattress until straw and dust flew up in the air.
It wasn’t until she was quaking through her second orgasm that Tess started to let up. Susannah tried to admonish her, but all that came out was a sort of strangled cry.
Tess wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a little on the sleeve of her open shirt, enjoying the way Susannah’s eyes darkened at the sight. “You look amazing like this.” Tess was still on her knees. “Like I’m worshipping at your shrine.”
“Careful,” Susannah replied, recovering her voice. “I could get used to that sort of devotion. Still, I haven’t had my turn yet, have I, Tess?”
Tess swallowed.
Susannah grabbed the edges of Tess’s shirt and pulled her down into a confident kiss, seemingly only spurred on by tasting herself on Tess’s lips. Leveraging with her knee, Susannah rolled them over. Backlit by the beams of moonlight as she leaned over Tess, the woman looked like a goddess.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Susannah announced.
Seconds later, Tess was in complete agreement.
Chapter 20
“Morning,” Susannah said, wide awake and running a determined finger along Tess’s bare collarbone.
Tess gave a soft grunt and tried to turn away from her.
The light was streaming in through the gaps in the walls around them, like dozens of little lasers. While the air was crisp and fresh from the storm, it was also very chilly. Even in their mostly dry clothes and pressed against one another, they were not generating enough heat to fight that off anymore.
“No.”
“No? I tell you it’s morning, and you’re what…just refusing to accept it?”
“Mmff,” Tess replied, trying to turn on the mattress and getting poked in the cheek by errant straw. She still didn’t open her eyes. “Okay, this is not my bed.”
“There’s that brilliant investigative mind I rely on to diagnose my horses.”
“Hey!” Tess pushed herself up to sitting. With her underwear still missing in action, she was wearing her unbuttoned shirt inside out and her dress trousers unzipped but basically in place. “Fuck a doodle do, it’s cold.”
“Well, this camping trip wasn’t exactly planned, so we’re low on thermal sleeping bags. It’s probably a good excuse to get up and start heading back to civilisation.”
“Fair, fair,” Tess agreed. She stretched her arms up above her head, rolling her neck with a series of cracks and relieved-sounding groans.
Susannah did not hide her stare at the way it thrust her breasts out front and centre.
“Oh, and hey. Morning to you.” Tess leaned over to kiss Susannah—a gentle press of lips.
Despite their bedraggled appearance—Susannah didn’t even want to think about what her hair might be doing—it was hard to remember seeing anyone more beautiful. It was a word that had been missing from Susannah’s life too long. “We’ll go back and check on the car, then head for the road and grab whoever’s passing. It’s barely six,” she said, checking her watch. “So it shouldn’t mess up the day or anything.”
Once they had made themselves as presentable as they could and had tidied up, they headed back to the Land Rover. Objectively, Susannah knew that cars couldn’t sulk, but the poor broken lump of thing definitely had that energy.
“Want to give it a try?” Tess asked.
