Eve reached for her, bringing their bodies together as she stepped out of her heels, relinquishing the height advantage to Josie. Her hands slid over Eve’s bare skin, fingers teasing the edge of her thong. Eve squeezed her eyes shut, silently urging her on. Josie’s fingers skimmed over her, stroking her through the lace, and Eve couldn’t contain the needy gasp that escaped her lips, although she was able to restrain herself from grinding against Josie’s hand.
And then, Josie’s fingers were gone. Apparently, she was a woman who liked to take things slow, liked to touch and tease for as long as either of them could stand it, but Eve couldn’t wait, not tonight. She’d let herself go too long without this, and now that she was in Josie’s bedroom, her patience was running short. Their chemistry was stronger than anything she’d felt in years, and she was so turned on right now, she could hardly stand it.
She pushed Josie onto the bed, straddling her. Their hips rocked together, and she gasped in relief to finally have some friction against her clit. Below her, Josie flung her head against the pillow, lavender hair everywhere, so beautiful, she took Eve’s breath away. So beautiful, she stilled her hips, stopping before she’d found release. Not like this. Not with Josie.
Eve didn’t always undress all the way for sex, preferring to keep things as impersonal as possible, but that wasn’t an option tonight. This was personal. Deeply personal. And Josie deserved more than Eve grinding against her until they’d found release, and then heading for the door. Josie deserved everything, so much more than Eve could give her. But she could give her this night.
She ignored the desperate throbbing in her core, pressing her thighs together as she helped Josie slide out of her bra and panties. “So worth turning the light on for,” Eve murmured as she dipped her head to take one of Josie’s perfect rosy nipples into her mouth.
“Touch me,” Josie gasped, hips jerking up to meet Eve’s. “Please touch me, Eve.”
“My pleasure,” she whispered as she slipped a hand between Josie’s legs, sliding through her wetness. And oh, she was so wet, every bit as wet as Eve herself. She circled Josie’s clit, drawing a strangled sound from her throat as her hips pressed against Eve’s hand, meeting her movements thrust for thrust.
Eve arched her back, keeping enough space between their bodies that she wouldn’t be tempted to ride Josie’s leg, pushing her own need aside as she focused on Josie’s pleasure.
“Eve,” she gasped, drawing her in for a messy kiss as Eve’s fingers slipped and stroked. Carefully, she slid a finger inside Josie, pumping in and out, feeling Josie’s body grip her. “More.”
She added a second finger, filling her as her palm pressed against Josie’s clit, giving her the friction she needed. Her thighs clamped around Eve’s hand, hips moving, and then she was coming, release pulsing through her, her inner walls tightening rhythmically around Eve’s fingers as a long moan tore from her throat.
She gripped Eve’s ass, pressing her hips down to meet Josie’s, replacing her fingers with her body. They rocked together, separated only by the lace of Eve’s thong as Josie rode out the last waves of her release. At last, she went limp, arms flung wide against the sheets, eyes closed and mouth parted in silent relief.
Eve held herself still, desperately aroused and just as mesmerized by the vision of postcoital Josie displayed beneath her.Breathtaking.She felt an uncomfortable pinch somewhere in the vicinity of her heart.
“Wow,” Josie breathed, one arm sliding around Eve’s waist, drawing her down for a kiss. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
“I think I do.”
“Do you?” Josie murmured, kissing her slow and deep as her fingers teased Eve over the lace of her bra.
“Josie,” she gasped. “I’m dying here.”
Josie laughed as she rolled them, landing with one thigh between Eve’s. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She shifted restlessly beneath her.
Josie slid a hand between them and inside Eve’s underwear, fingers sliding through her wetness. “Yeah, I guess you are,” she whispered, stroking her, and Eve exhaled in relief. Josie’s fingers retreated, and then she was pushing down her underwear, stripping them away, followed by her bra. Their bodies pressed together, hot damp skin against hot damp skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Josie’s fingers were back where she needed them, stroking and plunging as she rocked their bodies together, pressing Eve’s body into the sheets with each thrust.
“Fuck.” She squeezed her eyes shut, overcome by the energy building inside her.
Josie’s fingers swirled over her clit, circling until Eve was dizzy with desire, whimpering and writhing beneath her, and then Josie pushed two fingers deep inside her. All Eve could do was hold on for the ride. As the pressure inside her finally reached its breaking point, Josie’s fingers stilled. Eve wanted to scream.
“Look at me,” Josie whispered.
Eve opened her eyes, staring into the swirling green-and-gold depths of Josie’s eyes as she thrust her fingers again, sending Eve flying. She came with a cry, hips bucking as the orgasm washed through her, cleansing her of the emptiness she’d held on to for so long, filling her with a breathtaking rush of emotion.
She wrapped her arms around Josie, and they lay like that for several long minutes, arms and legs entwined, Josie’s weight resting warm and solid over Eve’s body. She might have thought she’d feel smothered by it. Eve was a woman who liked her space, after all. But in this moment, with Josie’s body pressing her into the mattress, Josie’s heart beating against her chest, and her breath feathering over Eve’s neck, she felt grounded inside herself in a way she hadn’t in a very long time.
Right now, beneath Josie’s warm weight, Eve couldn’t think. She could only feel. The languid aftershocks of her orgasm, the hum of satisfaction in her veins, the way every cell in her body felt achingly, exquisitely alive. Her arms tightened around Josie, heart thumping against her ribs, tears sliding over her cheeks and trickling into her hair.
She kept her breaths even, swallowing the sob that rose in her throat, desperate to hide this unexpected surge of emotion from Josie. She closed her eyes, breathing past it, focusing on the way Josie’s fingers slid up and down her arm, making goose bumps rise in their wake.
“I could lie here like this all night,” Josie whispered, “except I’m absolutely famished.” As if to emphasize her point, her stomach rumbled loudly.
Eve chuckled. She’d hadn’t consumed anything but whiskey tonight either, although she hadn’t really realized it until Josie pointed it out. “That’s a problem.”
“It’s not, if I can just find the energy to walk to the kitchen,” Josie said with a soft laugh. “I’ve got sandwich stuff in the fridge. I’m usually hungry after a long shift, but last night was so crazy, I never had dinner. I’m not even sure I ate lunch.”
