Almost too fast, Lena couldn’t wait any longer and squirmed beneath Jess’s touch. “Jess, please.”
Jess slipped her hand into Lena’s wetness.
Both moaned as Jess entered her, first with one finger, then with two.
“Yes.” Lena moved her hips rhythmically to meet her.
When Jess added her thumb to stroke her clit, Lena couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm tore through her with the delicious force of a summer storm, depleting all her energy. Lena clutched Jess against her side. She wasn’t ready to give up contact yet.
After a few minutes, Jess’s hand left its resting place between Lena’s breasts. This time, she knew what Jess’s intention was. Lena caught the hand in her own, not stopping it but joining Jess in her journey.
Jess blinked a few times, and her eyes roamed Lena’s face as if she was searching for something.
Even if Lena’s eyes had adapted to the low light, it was still too dark to read Jess’s emotions.
Finally, Jess nodded and slipped her hand out of Lena’s grasp. She rolled on her back and lay her arm on the bed, opening herself to Lena.
The trust in that gesture filled Lena’s heart with warmth. She wanted to devour Jess, but she hadn’t forgotten Jess’s hesitation the last time.
Taking her time, she stroked up and down Jess’s side, never taking her gaze from Jess’s face. She lingered at the side of Jess’s breast, waiting for a cue. Her fingers itched to find the areola, feel it tightening beneath her fingertip, but this wasn’t just about her.
Jess’s breath hitched, and she shifted a little. Just enough to turn slightly into Lena’s touch. “More.”
Nothing could excite Lena more at this moment than to comply with Jess’s wish. She turned on her side until she could bury her face in Jess’s neck to nuzzle her and brush her fingers all around her breast. Under her lips, Jess’s pulse soared. When Lena found her nipple, a moan tore through Jess and vibrated in her throat. It took only two soft strokes to harden the nipples to perfect points. Jess’s responsiveness was a huge turn-on. Lena could have spent an eternity exploring the different textures.
But much too soon, Jess’s hand grasped hers and stilled it. “Sorry.” She groaned. “Too sensitive.”
Lena leaned back to look at Jess. “No, I’m sorry.” She studied her for signs of reluctance but found none. “Tell me if anything is off limits.”
“Your touch wasn’t off limits, only too much right now. There must be some kind of direct connection between my nipple and my clit they forgot to mention in my anatomy class.” The corner of her mouth rose in a half grin. After a second, she steered their still clasped hands lower, never touching her abdomen, to her patch of short, curly hair.
Lena kept her gaze on Jess’s face, and when Jess let go of her hand, she trailed her fingers through the short hair until she reached the smooth skin on the inside of Jess’s thigh.
Jess opened her legs and tried to shift her middle toward Lena’s hand. “Please.”
Usually, Lena liked to play and tease, but today she didn’t want to make Jess beg in earnest. Jess had trusted her, and she wouldn’t let her regret it. She parted Jess’s lips with one finger and slid into the waiting wetness. With a happy sigh, she stroked back and forth once. Nothing compared to this wonderful silkiness. Lena circled her clit once, twice, then dipped her finger slowly into Jess’s opening to see if she liked it.
The answer was unmistakably yes. Jess tried to push closer and groaned in frustration as Lena pulled back.
This time she slipped two fingers in, just as slow.
“Faster.” Jess moved with her, and Lena complied. The muscles in Jess’s thighs tensed as she arched her back to get even closer to Lena’s touch. One of her hands clutched Lena’s shoulder.
With her thumb, Lena found Jess’s clit and skimmed over it. She didn’t know yet if it was as sensitive as her nipple.
“More.” The word tore out of Jess with a pain-filled groan.
Lena increased the pressure, and Jess’s whole body tensed. Her legs nearly crushed Lena’s hand, but even in the dim light, her expression of bliss was unmistakable.
When Jess’s head fell back on the pillow, Lena stilled the movements of her hand but left her fingers where they were. Jess didn’t seem in a hurry to let go and neither was she.
Jess slung her arms around Lena and cradled her against her chest.
Scents of sweat, arousal, and Jess engulfed her. Lena closed her eyes and hummed contentedly. She could stay here forever. It felt like home.
She blinked. No, no, forget that. Now! This was all about sex, not love. About fun, not feeling at a home. This was why she didn’t do flings; she couldn’t trust her nesting instinct not to wake up and roar to the forefront.
“Sleep with me?” Jess’s whisper caressed Lena’s cheek like the touch of a butterfly wing.
Bad, bad idea. But nothing short of an earthquake or fire could chase her out of Jess’s bed right now. Lena nodded, not trusting her voice.
Jess pulled the comforter over them and tightened her arms around Lena underneath the blanket.
Enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety, Lena closed her eyes and allowed weariness to settle.
Jess stuffed the last carton of formula into the pantry, next to the whole grain muesli. She shuddered. If anyone had told her last year she’d end up with bird food for breakfast, she’d have thrown her grilled cheese sandwich at them. But she wasn’t running around, doing fourteen-hour shifts without lunch breaks anymore, so she’d had to adapt. Now that her groceries were stored and Ella’s room was restocked with the right size of diapers and clothes, not much more needed to be done.
Jess pulled her crinkled to-do
