Licking her lips, Alyssa’s eyes drifted down to Evelyn’s mouth. Pitching forward slowly, Alyssa gently sucked on Evelyn’s lower lip. The breathy moan Evelyn let out was almost too much to bear.
As the kiss deepened, Alyssa became very aware that Evelyn was in her nightwear. Specifically, a silk tank top that didn’t really cover a whole lot. The rigid peaks of Evelyn’s aroused nipples teased Alyssa. But she couldn’t touch her, could she? Evelyn was definitely into the kiss. In fact, her hands were doing some roaming of their own.
“Take this off,” Evelyn gasped between kisses, her hand tugging on Alyssa’s jumper.
Not one to refuse a beautiful woman, Alyssa swept the top up and over her head.
“You’re not wearing a bra!” It wasn’t a question. Alyssa could get away without having to wear a bra. Her breasts were just small enough.
“Is that okay?” The kiss suddenly broke, and Alyssa wanted to cry. Had she just ruined the moment?
“You are sublime and I want to touch you everywhere,” Evelyn stated.
Alright then, the moment was not ruined, at all!
“Go nuts,” Alyssa chuckled, recapturing Evelyn’s lips. They tugged, pushed, and pulled until Alyssa realised they were both nearly naked. So much for taking their time.
Evelyn’s mouth was fire and velvet, devouring Alyssa’s lips as if she’d been starved of affection for years and needed to make up for it immediately. Alyssa let herself be pressed back into the mattress, the softness of the duvet bunching up beneath her bare skin and the heat of Evelyn’s thigh urgent between her own. Evelyn’s silk top was already gone, tossed somewhere to the floor. Alyssa’s own jumper had vanished in the fray, and now there was nothing but the delicious collision of their bodies and the frantic scramble of hands needing more.
Evelyn’s mouth left a slick, fevered trail down Alyssa’s neck, teeth nipping gently at the base of her throat before moving lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones.Alyssa arched, running her fingers through the perfectly chaotic mess of Evelyn’s blonde hair, delighting in the way it tickled her own chest as Evelyn licked and tasted every inch she could reach.
“Is this okay?” Evelyn’s voice was deep, a growl at the back of her throat.
“God, yes,” Alyssa gasped, pulling Evelyn’s head closer, arching her back, offering her chest. Evelyn wasted no time. Her mouth latched onto one nipple, swirling and sucking, while her hand found and kneaded the other. Alyssa gasped, her hips canting upward on instinct, desperate for more contact than the teasing friction of thigh on thigh.
Evelyn’s other hand traced the line of Alyssa’s ribcage, then her waist, and then lower, mapping every dip and curve as if learning them for a test later. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Alyssa’s joggers—the last barrier between them—and hesitated, just for a heartbeat.
Alyssa lifted her hips, pushing into Evelyn’s hand. “Off. Please.”
Evelyn grinned, sharp and hungry, and stripped the joggers down and off, taking Alyssa’s knickers with them. “No half measures, I see,” she murmured, settling between Alyssa’s knees and simply staring for a moment, the look of awe on her face the most flattering thing Alyssa had ever seen.
Alyssa felt suddenly exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected, but Evelyn’s eyes were reverent. She traced Alyssa’s thigh with a trembling hand, then kissed the inside of her knee, working her way up with excruciating slowness.
“You’re beautiful,” Evelyn breathed, and Alyssa’s cheeks flared with heat. She wanted to joke, to deflect, but then Evelyn’s tongue was on her and all power of speech left her body.
Alyssa’s hips bucked, pleasure ripping through her as Evelyn sucked and licked, tongue finding just the right pressure,the right angle. Evelyn was thorough and relentless, two fingers sliding inside and curling with practiced confidence, the heel of her palm grinding in time with her tongue. Alyssa came hard and sudden, a guttural cry escaping her lips as every muscle in her body locked tight, then melted into the mattress.
Evelyn didn’t stop. Not even as Alyssa’s thighs trembled and her hips shuddered. She licked her clean, gentle now, then pressed soft kisses up her belly, chest, throat, until she found Alyssa’s lips again and kissed her slow and deep.
Alyssa could taste herself on Evelyn’s tongue, salty and sweet and perfect.
“Okay?” Evelyn whispered, brushing hair back from Alyssa’s damp forehead.
Alyssa laughed, breathless. “More than okay. Fucking spectacular.”
“Good,” Evelyn said, and kissed her again.
Alyssa pulled her close, rolling Evelyn to her side and then over, pinning her. “Now it’s my turn.”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, just a little. Alyssa grinned and kissed her. She lingered at the hollow of Evelyn’s throat, then down to the delicate slope of her breasts, and lower still. Evelyn’s skin was warm and impossibly soft, and the way she shivered beneath Alyssa’s mouth, the way her breath hitched when Alyssa grazed her belly with her teeth, made Alyssa’s blood sing.
When Alyssa reached the waistband of Evelyn’s black satin shorts, she hooked her fingers in and tugged gently. “Can I?”
Evelyn was already lifting her hips, baring herself without shame. Alyssa dragged the shorts down, tossing them to the far corner of the room, and took in the view. Evelyn was flushed, pupils blown wide, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
Alyssa kissed the inside of Evelyn’s thigh, hands spreading her knees apart, and then, with a wicked look up, she dipped her head and tasted.
Evelyn’s hand shot to Alyssa’s hair, gripping tight as Alyssa swirled her tongue, savouring the sharp gasp and helpless moan that escaped the usually composed woman. Alyssa’s hands held Evelyn’s hips in place, her tongue and lips exploring with the kind of patience and care she’d reserved for only the most sensitive rescue dogs—until now. Here, now, every ounce of her attention was dedicated to making Evelyn fall apart.
