They moved in harmony, amping up their pleasure.
“Alyssa,” Evelyn gasped as she edged ever closer to falling.
“Evie,” Alyssa replied in equal want.
Evelyn squeezed Alyssa’s arse harder, bringing up her thigh to allow Alyssa to grind deeper. They’d already explored each other with fingers earlier—multiple times, in fact—but this was different. This slow, deliberate friction, the weight of Alyssa’s body against hers, the way their centres pressed together with nothing between them.
Normally, Evelyn’s sexual encounters were a race to the finish. Touch, stroke, climax, done. Get to the end goal as fast as possible. That couldn’t be further from the truth now, though. This experience, this revelation with Alyssa, was beyond her wildest dreams. They’d already made each other come apart with their hands, their mouths, but somehow this felt even more intimate. The unhurried rhythm, the eye contact, the way Alyssa was looking at her like she was something precious.
Evelyn was going to call out Alyssa’s name in rapture any moment, and all they were doing was moving together, skin against skin.
“I’m…God, yes, Alyssa.” There was nothing but that moment. The clarity of mind that came with such an explosive orgasm rocked Evelyn to her soul. There were no stars and bright lights behind her eyes as she came, there was only euphoria, only Alyssa staring down at her as she rode her climax all the way to sated bliss.
“Evelyn, oh, Jesus,” Alyssa cried seconds after Evelyn had floated back down to earth. Holding Alyssa’s body tighter, she helped steady the woman as she writhed and rocked. Time slowed as Alyssa’s body sank into Evelyn, their slick skin cooling in the aftermath. Evelyn cradled Alyssa’s head, which lay tucked into her neck. Their breaths were still ragged from exertion. Alyssa’s weight felt heavenly on Evelyn’s body.
Evelyn had found it difficult to sleep during the night. Her kiss with Alyssa made it nigh on impossible. The feelings coursing through her body after just one kiss were baffling. By three a.m. Evelyn finally drifted off, which is why she was still tucked up in bed when Alyssa arrived for their breakfast date.
Alyssa’s nerves had been adorable. In other circumstances, Evelyn would have been shocked to see someone in her bedroom, but it was Alyssa’s scent that had woken her, causing no alarm. Evelyn thought she was possibly dreaming until the bed dipped. Then Evelyn knew it was real. Alyssa, the woman who stole Evelyn’s breath, was there, in her room.
How could she not touch her? Not kiss her again? Evelyn understood why Alyssa wanted to wait. She, too, wanted them to date and take their time, but in that moment, as Evelyn regarded Alyssa in all her ethereal glory, there was no way she could wait. It was inevitable that the kiss would lead to more and, wow, Alyssa hadn’t disappointed in that department.
Alyssa shifted her head, kissing down Evelyn’s neck. In an impressive move of strength and grace, Evelyn rolled them so Alyssa was on her back. Peering down into her lover’s eyes, Evelyn was almost overwhelmed by the feeling that punched her in the chest.
Alyssa looked up at her with rosy skin. Her dark hair had got even bigger once pulled out of the ponytail Alyssa wore when she first walked in. She was a vision of creamy skin, delicate beauty spots, and rich wild hair. Had hair ever looked so perfect on a pillow? Not until now.
Licking the hollow of Alyssa’s neck, Evelyn set off on her familiar journey downward. She already knew the taste of Alyssa’s skin, the scent rising from her sex that made her mouth water. But somehow, the second time felt even better than the first. She took her time now, studying every inch of skin and muscle as she dipped lower, reacquainting herself with the landscape of Alyssa’s body. Thick, tight, and soft. All that work at the rehoming centre had sculpted Alyssa into pure power.
A smile blossomed on her face when she felt Alyssa’s hand gently push on her shoulder, clearly eager for Evelyn to reach her destination. When her tongue swept through Alyssa’s pink folds again, it felt like coming home. The placement of Alyssa’s hand on the back of her head heightened the sensation—a connection that propelled Alyssa’s desire directly into Evelyn.
Reaching up with her hand, Evelyn gently kneaded Alyssa’s breast, rolling and tugging her nipple until she heard the woman gasp and squirm. She’d learned what Alyssa liked earlier, and now she used that knowledge with confidence. It was difficult to decide which one of them was enjoying it more. Evelyn loved oral—giving and taking. Her own arousal usually grew as she pleasured her partner with her mouth. With Alyssa, her arousal surged so quickly, she was afraid she’d come before finishing what she’d started.
Sucking Alyssa’s stiff bud into her mouth, Evelyn closed her eyes and savoured every taste, every brush of silk in her mouth.
“Evie, fuck! Don’t stop.” Alyssa’s hips were rocking. Evelyn rode the rhythm of Alyssa’s movements with practised ease. The gentle vibration of Alyssa’s thighs and the rapid panting told Evelyn she would come soon. Needing to taste more, Evelyn thrust her tongue into Alyssa’s opening, earning a shout to the heavens. The earthquake that was Alyssa’s orgasm shook them both until Alyssa’s legs collapsed, her hand dropping to her stomach.
“You taste magnificent,” Evelyn murmured from Alyssa’s apex.
“That…I…”
Evelyn was elated she’d rendered Alyssa almost speechless. Kissing her way back up, she settled on top of Alyssa.
“Evelyn.” Alyssa gasped as Evelyn reached down and stroked her pulsing silk.
“Again,” she whispered into Alyssa’s mouth.
“You, too,” Alyssa managed to reply. Evelyn felt fingers brush past her hip, then the soft stroke through her neat curls that revved up her excitement. Lifting slightly and shifting to the left, Evelyn positioned herself so they could both touch each other with abandon, no barriers between them.
A guttural groan burst from Evelyn’s throat as Alyssa stroked her hard and fast with pure determination. Doubling her efforts, Evelyn entered Alyssa with two fingers, instantly curling them to rub along the ribbed flesh that would make Alyssa fall apart in her hand.
The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air as they picked up their pace. Neither one breaking eye contact as they climbed higher and higher until eventually they tipped, crying out in unison.
The toast was soggy and the coffee was cold, but Evelyn didn’t care. After more orgasms than Evelyn could count, she needed sustenance. Alyssa lay sleeping soundly next to her. When was the last time Evelyn lay in bed at eleven a.m. on a weekend without her laptop on? Months ago, probably. Although even before she took over as CEO, Evelyn spent little time relaxing like this.
“Coffee!” Alyssa blurted, startling Evelyn. Holding her hand to her chest, Evelyn let out a nervous chuckle. Alyssa was sitting up, her huge hair shrouding her face.
“Al, are you okay?”
A very disoriented and supremely cute Alyssa struggled to swipe her hair away from her face. “Yes, sorry,” she mumbled, still half asleep.
