“Shh…” Marcy placed a finger on Zoe’s lips as she looked down at her. She continued to stare at her, then took hold of her wrists. “Let’s not talk now, shall we?”
Zoe smiled and wriggled her wrists loose to pull her in for another kiss, then slipped a hand into Marcy’s tracksuit bottoms to squeeze her behind.
Marcy grinned and took her hands again. “Not yet. Keep your hands there, sexy, and I’ll make you feel all the feels.” She held her wrists tightly above her head and kissed her so hard it made Zoe dizzy. This woman could kiss like no one else, and when Marcy’s hungry mouth moved down to her neck to suck on her sensitive skin, the sharp scratch of her teeth made her squirm.
Zoe moaned as Marcy lowered herself on top of her and ground her hips into hers. Her free hand slipped over her body, exploring her breasts, her waist, her hips, groping and pinching her firmly and possessively. She’d interpreted Zoe’s plea to ‘take her’ quite literally, owning her like no one ever had. Marcy’s strong grip, her insistent mouth, the desire in her eyes and her body that moved over her slowly and seductively, was enough to cause an intense throb between Zoe’s thighs. She was pretty sure Marcy could make her come just by doing this, and knew she was in for a wild ride.So, this is why all the girls love Marcy.Marcy had not been like this when she was nineteen. Sure, she’d been confident then, but she was a grown woman now who wasn’t afraid to voice exactly what she wanted and that was very, very sexy. Zoe wasn’t seventeen anymore either, and she too, knew what she wanted.
“Take your clothes off,” she whispered. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
41
Zoe’s mouth tasted of beer and mints, her skin smelled of sunshine and her hair carried a subtle floral scent like the first day of spring. Her skin was velvety soft, her nipples rock hard and her voice hoarse and filled with need. The dragon tattoo seemed to come to life, rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her reaction to Marcy’s touch was visceral; a trail of goosebumps appeared everywhere her hands had been. Their skin connected, body heat flared between them, fiery and fierce. Marcy felt intoxicated, light-headed from the weeks of longing that had finally culminated into this beautiful moment in which she had everything she wanted.
Holding Zoe’s wrists with one hand, she kissed her while her other hand slipped between her thighs to cup her centre. Zoe threw her head back and gasped, and her chest shot up as if she’d just been possessed by a demon. Marcy could feel her heart beating fast and hard in rhythm with her own. She could feel how wet Zoe was through the fabric of her underwear and hear her arousal in her strangled moans.
“Mmm…” Zoe murmured, opening her eyes for a moment to meet Marcy’s.
Marcy held her gaze as she inched a finger under the edge of her knickers, causing Zoe to buck her hips against her hand. “I know how much you want this,” she whispered, bringing her mouth to Zoe’s ear. “I can feel it.” She peeled down the black garment and Zoe kicked it off.
“These need to come off too,” Zoe whispered, tugging at Marcy’s boxers. Marcy only hesitated for a moment. She usually didn’t let her sexual partners reciprocate; she preferred to focus on pleasing her women, but tonight, she felt the need to be as close to Zoe as she possibly could. Stripping off her last piece of clothing, she sighed as she returned to seek the heat of Zoe’s skin, tormented by desire. With nothing in between them they melted together, like they ceased to be two separate people, and she wanted all of her at once. Zoe lifted her thigh between Marcy’s leg and the pressure alone almost sent Marcy over the edge. This was intense on a whole new level; the kind of intimacy people only wrote about—at least that was what she always believed to be true.
“God, this feels so good.” Marcy wasn’t sure if she’d said it out loud, but Zoe confirmed it with a subtle nod and a look that told her she felt the same.
“I need you.” Zoe lifted her head to kiss her, but Marcy pulled away with a teasing smile. She slid her fingers through Zoe’s folds, marvelling at the slippery wetness. A faint brush over Zoe’s clit was enough to make her groan in pleasure and her body tremble with need. She was so ready, so wanting. Marcy circled her fingers over her throbbing sex, then stopped just as Zoe balanced on the edge. “Please,” she begged.
“Look at me.” Marcy wanted to see her while she entered her, and their eyes locked once again as she slowly inched two fingers inside her. She took in a quick breath at the glorious, wet heat coating her fingertips. “You feel amazing.” Pushing deeper, she drew a loud moan from Zoe’s mouth—a sound so raw and pure it brought a lump to her throat. She wanted to hear it again and again. Finally letting go of Zoe’s wrists, she brought one hand to her hair and kissed her while she moved in and out of her, grinding into her thigh to seek her own release. She realised how different this was to the many women she’d slept with. There was something magical about Zoe. Something special that made her weak with yearning each time she looked at her. Seeing her surrender was beautiful and she’d swallow her whole if she could.
“Yes… Don’t stop…” Zoe lifted her hips, urging her to go deeper and Marcy gave her what she wanted while she kissed her hard. Zoe’s hands moved through her hair, over her back and her behind, squeezing her and pulling her tighter against her. Her breathing was erratic now, her lashes fluttering, and Marcy felt her body tense as she twisted from one side to the other. She was close herself, the tightness in her core building and unable to hold back any longer she moved faster, bringing them both to the brink of an orgasm. Zoe gasped, and then her walls squeezed around Marcy’s fingers, her body coiling tighter as she fell apart beneath her. The sound that escaped her echoed through the caravan, loud enough to give Maevis one last concert. Marcy followed only seconds later, the climax so powerful that she too, cried out while she buried her face in Zoe’s neck.
Once she relaxed and tried to roll off her, Zoe tightened her grip and shook her head as her lips pulled into a hesitant smile. “Not yet. Please stay like that for just a little longer.”
“For as long as you want,” Marcy whispered, and laced her fingers through Zoe’s hair. She was still inside her and could feel occasional aftershocks while she stared at her face that she just couldn’t get enough of. They lay there for minutes, Marcy softly caressing Zoe’s face, and it was Zoe who spoke first.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Marcy smiled. It was ironic that of all people, Zoe was the one to askherthat question, but she was also aware of her furrowed brows and the confused look on her face that could easily be mistaken for distress. The thing was, she needed a moment to reflect on what had just happened because this warm after-sex glow was new to her, and she wasn’t sure if she should fight it or embrace it. “Are you okay?” she asked, diverting the attention away from herself.
“Yes.” Zoe smiled back at her. “Do you want me to leave? I wouldn’t be offended.”
Marcy shook her head and laughed. “Are you mad? I don’t want you to leave.” She shifted so Zoe could nestle herself in the crook of her arm. “Come here.”
“Good,” Zoe said. “Because if we broke the rules for the sake of one night, we might as well do it again.”
42
So much for self-restraint.Waking up, Zoe took a moment to assess how she felt. Did she regret having sex with Marcy? Not really. Was she in a rush to get out of Marcy’s bed? Certainly not. Marcy’s warm body against her back and her strong arm around her felt comforting, and the soft sound of her breathing made her smile. It was only a moment; she’d have to keep that in mind. Very few good things lasted, and Marcy was not the lasting kind. That was okay, though, she decided because she wasn’t that young lovestruck teenager anymore. She was stronger now.
She reached for her phone on the bedside cabinet and saw she had a message from her mother.‘Have fun! I’ll see you tomorrow and hope to meet him soon.’The reply to last night’s message that she wouldn’t be coming home made her cringe. Of course, her mother knew something was up; people of her age didn’t just have sleepovers with friends, and Zoe wasn’t looking forward to the twenty questions when she got home. She’d tell her mother what she always told her; that she’d had too much to drink and ended up staying with a friend. Then she’d get a speech about irresponsible behaviour before being told to get a grip on her drinking, but that hopeful look would never leave her mother’s eyes. That look that told Zoe she didn’t quite believe her, that there might be a man after all. There was never a man, though, and there never would be. Right now, there was only the blissful warmth of the beautiful woman next to her and intense arousal coursing through her veins. Wanting to see her face, Zoe turned, and Marcy’s eyes fluttered open.
“Hello, beautiful.” Marcy’s dimpled smile appeared, and she pulled her in. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh.” Zoe sighed at the close body contact and buried her face in Marcy’s neck. It was an intimate thing to do; cuddling wasn’t normally part of her morning after routine. “Did you?”
“Best sleep ever. We should do this more often.”
Zoe didn’t answer because as enticing as that sounded, she also knew it was a bad idea. She was enjoying this way too much.
“Regrets?” Marcy inched back and cupped her face.
