It didn’t take long. Evelyn tried to muffle her cries at first, biting her lip, but Alyssa was determined to undo her, to see her shatter. She flicked her tongue, slow and steady, then faster, harder, and when Evelyn’s legs trembled and her thighs clamped tight around Alyssa’s head, Alyssa slid two fingers inside, matching her mouth to the stuttering rhythm of Evelyn’s breathing.
Evelyn came loud, shaking, her nails scraping Alyssa’s shoulders as if she could anchor herself to reality through touch alone.
Alyssa didn’t stop, not until Evelyn was begging, until every muscle had given out and she collapsed, boneless and panting. Only then did Alyssa crawl up the length of her body, resting her weight on top of Evelyn, and cradle her face, kissing her softly.
“Holy hell,” Evelyn murmured, voice ragged.
Alyssa beamed, smug. “You okay?”
Evelyn laughed, the sound a little hysterical, a lot delighted. “Okay? I think I just left my body.”
They lay tangled for a few minutes, letting their pulses slow. Alyssa stroked Evelyn’s cheek, memorising the new glow on her face, the unguarded smile that was for Alyssa alone.
“Do you want breakfast?” Alyssa asked, nudging the tray on the bedside table. “I made you this whole…thing, but now I’mnot sure if we should even bother with food. Unless, you know, you’re still hungry.”
Evelyn kissed her, a messy, open-mouthed thing that tasted like lust and laughter and relief. “I want you,” she said, voice low. “But I suppose we should have some of that fruit, just so we don’t pass out.”
So they did. Naked, under the covers, feeding each other slices of orange and strawberries and taking turns licking honey off fingers, making a game of who could seduce the other into a second round first.
Unsurprisingly, Alyssa lost. Evelyn pinned her wrists above her head, her hair falling in a golden curtain as she kissed Alyssa until her lips were sore. The breakfast tray was abandoned as they pressed close, skin to skin. Evelyn was skilled, attentive, mapping Alyssa’s body with hands and mouth and a kind of worshipful awe. Alyssa melted under her, gasping Evelyn’s name again and again until her voice broke and her body followed.
Afterwards, they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, silent but for the sound of their breathing, the occasional giggle, and the gentle rhythm of Evelyn’s hand stroking up and down Alyssa’s back.
“So much for taking it slow,” Alyssa whispered, pressing her face into the crook of Evelyn’s neck.
“I think we made up for lost time,” Evelyn replied.
Alyssa laughed. “I had this whole plan to do things properly. Take you on dates, be a gentlewoman…”
“We can still do that,” Evelyn said.
“Maybe we can try restraint next time,” Alyssa teased.
Evelyn snorted. “If you want restraint, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’ve wanted you for weeks.”
Alyssa grinned. “You could have fooled me. You keep everything so controlled.”
“Not anymore,” Evelyn said simply, then yawned and tugged Alyssa even closer.
They drifted, lazy and sated, bodies slick and still tingling, the duvet twisted around them in a warm, contented cocoon. Alyssa listened to Evelyn’s heart slow and smiled into her skin.
Before sleep claimed her, Alyssa nuzzled Evelyn’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t make any plans for the rest of your life.”
Evelyn hummed, drowsy, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Alyssa’s skin. “Okay.”
21
Morning After, Interrupted
Evelyn
They’d fallen asleep tangled together, sated and warm, but sleep hadn’t lasted long. Evelyn had woken to Alyssa’s lips on her neck, her hands already wandering, and any thought of rest had evaporated.
Now, Evelyn rolled her hips slowly, her fingers digging into Alyssa’s supple and muscular back. The heat radiating off of their bodies was immense. Beads of sweat rolled down her abdomen. The sweet pressure of Alyssa’s centre pushingagainst her own was driving her insane. The rush to climax had slowed to a sensual crawl. Every movement was deliberate and calculated to give each other the maximum amount of pleasure.
The throbbing between Evelyn’s thighs was almost painful. She desperately needed a release. Alyssa was teasing her, coaxing her body to heights she’d never experienced. Delayed gratification was torturous in its beauty. Alyssa held Evelyn on the precipice of climax for what felt like an eternity.
Needing more, Evelyn lowered her hands to Alyssa’s backside. Grabbing firmly, she pulled Alyssa closer. The wetness of Alyssa’s pleasure soaked Evelyn’s thigh. Both women were wordless, their pants and moans echoing through the silent apartment. Evelyn’s eyes rolled back in her head as Alyssa deepened her hip roll, biting at the pulse point on Evelyn’s neck.
