Lena moaned and shifted onto her side, pressing her breast against Jess’s hand.
Lowering her head, Jess kissed the other breast and licked until that nipple hardened too. She loved the swift reaction and rained kisses on the swell of the breast while she kneaded the tip between her thumb and forefinger. She got lost in the sensual feel of the soft tissue beneath her fingers and the salty taste of Lena’s skin on her tongue. Shivers ran up and down her spine.
Wait. She stiffened. Not shivers. Lena’s hand.
Lena’s hand that should have been on the mattress and not on her.
Obviously, her discomfort showed because Lena stopped. “What’s wrong?”
To her surprise, everything felt very right, even Lena’s unplanned touch. At least on her back; she still wasn’t so sure if she’d trust her with other areas of her body. “Nothing.”
She relaxed, and it must have worked because Lena continued her caress with one hand. Unlike the massage earlier, her touch was light, like a breeze cooling sun-kissed skin. Her other hand wandered higher and tangled in Jess’s hair, pressing Jess’s head back to her breast.
It was as if those fingers were charged with electricity. Sparks ran down Jess’s scalp to her neck. She didn’t resist the directions but only because she wanted it too. Not because she melted again, this time not into the massage table but into Lena. Into her body, soft and firm, curvy and lean, and perfectly responsive beneath Jess.
Jess continued to kiss and suck and nibble and lick every inch of Lena’s breasts until they were both out of breath. Then she kissed her way down, over her flat abdomen, and let her hands explore the shape of Lena’s hips.
“Jess…” Lena’s hands gripped her head, either in encouragement or restraint.
The tug wasn’t painful, but it was enough to stop her. She looked up, even though she couldn’t make out Lena’s face. “Let me taste you.” Jess’s mouth watered at the thought.
Lena moaned, and the sound vibrated in her belly underneath Jess. “But I haven’t prepared. I didn’t expect…”
“Nothing to prepare. At least not for me.” Slowly, Jess stroked with one finger from the curve of Lena’s hipbone to her middle until she reached curls already softened by wetness. “Please.”
“Oh, yes.” Lena released the hold on her head but kept her fingers loosely tangled in Jess’s hair.
That was all the encouragement Jess needed. She swiftly slid downward, ignoring the sensual glide of smooth skin against her own. If she gave in and explored the sensation, she’d lose her grip on her own arousal and give up control.
The musky scent of Lena’s excitement flooded her nostrils, and she breathed in deeply. It had been so very long, but had it ever been so amazing? She couldn’t remember and didn’t care. The desire to taste overwhelmed her, and she inserted herself between Lena’s legs and gently pushed them farther apart with her shoulders. She parted the silky curls and slid her tongue all along Lena’s folds to her opening.
Again, Lena moaned deeply, and the muscles in her thighs tensed. Feeling their power up close, around her shoulders, was even better than the fantasy Jess had of them wrapping around her waist.
With the next swipe of her tongue, Jess explored the hard bud of Lena’s clit, and she stopped thinking and analyzing. Lena’s sounds and movements and the renewed grip in Jess’s hair were enough to guide her. For once, she didn’t need a plan. She just followed her instincts. Her only goal was to heighten Lena’s pleasure until she panted and squirmed and pressed herself against Jess’s mouth with one last, drawn-out moan.
Afterward, Jess rested her head on Lena’s abdomen to catch her breath and gather her wits. Only now did she become aware of the aching pulse between her own legs. She reached down with her hand to take care of her need. Already close to the edge, it just took a couple of strokes to climax. She bit her lip to contain a moan.
The fingers running lazily through her hair stilled. “Jess?” The question behind the whispered word was painfully obvious.
Don’t you want me to touch you? Lena’s voice echoed in her mind as if she had spoken aloud.
Jess’s cheeks burned, and she was glad of the darkness to hide her blush. As she had never been one to play dumb, she rolled onto her side with a sigh and scooted upward until she lay next to Lena, facing her. “I… Usually…” She valued directness and honesty, but this wasn’t something she had much experience in talking about. The last few women had been only too happy to follow Jess’s lead. “You don’t need to… It’s better this way. I love giving pleasure.” That wasn’t the whole truth, of course. With the right partner, Jess enjoyed being touched and giving up control. But it had been ages since she’d known someone so well to trust her. And she wouldn’t enjoy it tonight, with her soft body that had lost all attractiveness.
A featherlight touch on her cheek took Jess by surprise, but she managed not to flinch.
“Thank you for explaining. I enjoy giving too, very much so, but this is supposed to be fun for both of us. If you don’t want to, I respect that.” Lena brushed a strand of Jess’s hair behind her ear.
What was it with Lena and her hair? The touch drove Jess crazy, and she almost regretted the conversation they’d had. She’d better leave now before the combination of great sex and continued caresses further addled her brain and transformed her into a purring cat.
“Thank you. For everything.” She kissed Lena’s lips one last time, lightly to avoid further temptation, and rolled over to stand up. “See you tomorrow.”
She left the room quickly and closed the door before Lena could catch more than a glimpse of
