Greta’s cheeks flushed. She was blunt, but not all women were okay with being too crass. A part of her loved that Lee was the sort of woman who was. It was freeing. “I like how you talk.”
“You like vulgar words, then? A bit of dirty talk for the well-dressed professional?” Lee sat on the edge of the bed, sliding back until her knees were at the edge and her legs hung over. In the process, Greta was now straddling her lap.
“I do.” Greta’s hands clutched the top of Lee’s shoulders at first, but then Lee’s hands gripped Greta’s back, holding her steady and preventing the feeling of instability that such a position could evoke. “I like everything about your mouth except that it’s not on my pussy yet.”
“Patience, pretty. I like how you’re stretched over me,” Lee encouraged before Greta could feel self-conscious about anything. “Wide open like you’re about to take a ride.”
Lee gazed down at her, eyes simmering with unslaked hunger still.
“I don’t want to be the only one who’s naked right now.” Gretaleaned back against the firm arms holding her and started unbuttoning Lee’s shirt. “I want to feel more of your skin.”
Lee said nothing as Greta divested her of both shirt and bra. She remained silent as Greta reached back and removed her own bra, too, leaving her naked aside from her boots.
There was something intimate about the quiet, and there was something unexpectedly erotic about being naked except for her tall, high-heeled boots. She felt like a naughty model or stripper, curvy and scandalously dressed.
“I like this look.” Lee toed off her shoes without moving Greta off her lap. Lee’s jeans were still on, but she was now naked from the waist up.
Greta looked over at the mirror above the hotel dresser. Her reflection, especially straddling a woman like Lee, looked sexier than she’d felt in a very long time. “I like it, too.”
“Will you stay on top of me?” Lee asked. “If I slide up there to the pillow…”
“You want me to stay in your lap?” Greta clarified.
“I want you wide open on top of me. I want you to ride my hand, darlin’… or my face if you’re willing.” Lee stared at her. “What do you want?”
Greta bit her lip.
“What?” Lee slid onto the middle of the bed, tugging Greta with her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to face the mirror when I ride you,” Greta said in a faltering voice.
Lee pivoted, lifting Greta and moving them both so Greta would face her reflection. “Hand or face?”
“Not your hand.” Greta looked at Lee’s face. “Up there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lee smiled and lifted Greta by the hips. “Bring that deliciousness right up here for me.”
“You’re just not very patient.” Greta’s gaze slid over Lee, marveling at the muscles in her arms and the taut stomach. A body like that came from a lot of hard work and discipline.
“Have you seenyou? Mouthwatering. No rational woman could be patient after seeing you get off, darlin’.” Lee rolled her eyes and chuckled again. “Come up here.”
Then she guided Greta upward until she was straddling Lee’s face.
Greta looked at herself in the hotel mirror. From this angle, she looked like she was alone on a bed, eyes wide in lust, lips parted, hair a mess. Then she looked down to see Lee staring up at her as she licked a long slow stripe on Greta’s bare sex. The sound that came out of Lee was more growl than word, and it made Greta want to melt.
Lee’s hand gripped Greta’s hips hard enough to bruise as she pulled Greta forward and urged her to move so she was riding Lee’s mouth. If she’d thought Lee was gifted with her hands, that was nothing compared to what she could do with her mouth.
4Kaelee
Kaelee marveled at how eagerly Marie writhed against her. The petite beauty rode Kaelee’s face like a champ at a rodeo, so much so that Kaelee was regretful that they couldn’t keep in touch after this. Marie was a dream lover, vocal in all the right ways. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted or didn’t. She wasn’t quiet in her pleasure either. She was demanding—and loud.
Some women were all about the softer things, the way a woman was perfect to hold or only wanted slow and gentle sex. Some women were into the way that femmes made them feel powerful. There was nothing wrong with either of those. Kaelee was happy to break out toys or go to a bar and lead in a two-step if she was going on a date. She was flexible… well, as flexible as she could be within the constraints of app sex.
But the thing that Kaelee loved mostphysicallywas going down on a woman who was at ease with her body. Nothing else compared. The scent, the taste, the feel. Everything about it was a high. And when the woman was as expressive as Marie, it was akin to a sacrament. The sheer bliss that Kaelee was able to give Marie—and a list of women before her—was empowering. There was no shame to wanting to feel that relaxed, that satisfied, and Kaelee felt like she was transported right along with the cries of the woman currently breathing like she’d just run a marathon.
“You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” Kaelee swore once Marie moved to the side. “Feel a little better?”
“Let me…” Marie stretched out in the bed. “Would you strip? I want to touch you.”
