Greta giggled. “Board games?”
Kaelee growled as she pushed up Greta’s skirt to her knees and wrapped her hand around her ankle to uncross Greta’s legs. “No. Although you look innocent enough to prefer that sort of fun in this skirt.”
“Snow angels?”
“Closer. Show me again how that snow angel pose works?” Kaelee kept hold of Greta’s ankle, gently gliding it across the sheet. “Something like this?”
“Yes.” Greta moved her other leg so Kaelee could crawl between the wide vee of her legs.
She looked up at Greta. “I love you like this. Wide open and ready even in your sweet skirt and cardigan.”
“I was cold.”
“Oh?”
“Probably because I forgot a few layers,” Greta said with the most innocent look she could muster, unbuttoning the blouse she had under the cardigan and pushing it open. She started to pull it off.
“Leave it at your wrists.”
Greta complied.
“Snow angel,” Kaelee said. “Where are your arms for that?”
“Wide out to make wings.” Greta opened her arms, and the shirt and sweater that she’d shrugged off and pinned under her made her feel like her arms were restrained in that position.
“Can you keep them there?” Kaelee asked. “I feel like you’d like restraints, darlin’. Maybe next time I visit we can try that.…”
Greta’s lips parted on a gasp at the thought. “Yes, please.”
“Darlin’, you forget more than your bra today.” Kaelee pushed her skirt the rest of the way up and stared at her naked sex. “Were you hoping for a goodbye kiss?”
“Maybe.”
Kaelee got up and walked over to the bedroom door to double-check it was locked. Then she came back and stood beside the bed. With the barest glance of fingertips, she traced Greta’s sternum and bared breasts. She trailed her fingers to Greta’s stomach until she met the waistband of her skirt. “Someday, I want to walk into a hotel room and find you just like this. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“You like being under my control, darlin’?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder how long I could keep you this way. Maybe we should find out?”
Greta parted her legs wider. “Next time. Today…please? Don’t make me wait until the next visit.”
Kaelee stared at her and asked, “Will you do something for me?”
“Yes.”
“No touching until I’m with you again,” Kaelee asked, voice tremulous. “I’ll do the same. Can we… can you… starting right now.”
“Yes.” Greta bit her lip. “Now…please, Kaelee?”
Without another word, Kaelee lowered herself onto the foot of the bed and lifted Greta, canting her hips so she was held fast in Kaelee’s hands. She didn’t start slow and languidly this time; she dove in like a woman possessed, feasting on Greta as if she weretrying to chase away any possibility of being forgotten or replaced now or ever. She licked and suckled; her tongue moved like she was writing sonnets on Greta’s skin. Her grip on Greta’s hips would undoubtedly leave fingerprints, marking her as Kaelee’s.
When she paused at the edge of Greta’s orgasm, Kaelee ordered, “Oh your knees. I want you to ride my face, darlin’.”
“Will you let me touch you?”
