“I want you to know, this isn’t just a rebound for me or a fling before I go back to Boston. I’m here with you tonight because this feels right.” She stared straight into my eyes as she spoke, and there went my traitorous heart again, melting hopelessly for this woman.
“It feels right to me too.” I had no idea what the future held for us, but tonight felt inevitable.
Phoebe pulled me down so she could kiss me, and this time, neither of us held anything back. Her tongue danced with mine, hot and intoxicating, igniting every cell in my body with the overpowering sense of need I always seemed to feel with her. This was more than just sex because it was with Phoebe.
I propped myself on my left elbow, resting my right hand on her bare knee as we kissed. Slowly, I slid my hand up her thigh, eliciting a shiver from Phoebe. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin under my fingers, but I didn’t think she was cold if the warmth radiating from her skin was any indication.
My hand slid beneath her dress, coming to rest on her hip where a thin band of lace met my fingertips. Tonight, I would get to see all of her, and I was half drunk on anticipation. Phoebe reached for the hem of my T-shirt, and I sat up to help her lift it over my head, baring the simple black bra I wore beneath. She cupped my breasts, thumbs skimming back and forth over my nipples.
I groaned, lowering my hips so that I was straddling her thigh. She brought her hands from my breasts to my hips, encouraging me to move against her. Arousal burned inside me, a pleasure so exquisite that I wanted this moment to last forever, and at the same time, I wanted to rip off all our clothes so I could have my way with her as quickly as possible.
I settled on something in the middle, leaning forward to explore her dress while I kissed her senseless. Our kisses grew sloppier with every passing minute, Phoebe’s hips shifting restlessly beneath mine as she sought friction. I brought my thigh against her, giving her what she needed, and she rocked against me with a breathy moan.
“God, you feel good.” She drew me closer, our hips shifting together.
“Mm, so do you.” I kissed my way down to that sensitive spot just above her collarbone that had always reduced her to a quivering mess, but tonight, I didn’t have to leave her all hot and bothered the way I had at sixteen. Tonight, I wanted to blow her mind.
Repeatedly.
“God, Taylor,” she moaned, arching her hips so that her core pressed against me, and I could feel her heat through my jeans.
“Can I?” I asked, gripping the purple fabric of her dress between my fingers.
“Please,” she said, lifting her hips off the mattress to help me remove her dress.
I slid it past her waist, revealing lavender lace panties that were impossibly sexy and feminine and so Phoebe. She’d always been a girly-girl. I helped her wiggle the rest of the way out of her dress, baring a matching bra, because ofcourseshe wore a matching set.
I’d never owned matching underwear in my life, and while I could choose to think she’d worn this set just for me, I suspected she always dressed like this beneath her clothes. One thing I hadn’t expected, though, was the little bird tattooed on her right hip. I bent my head to kiss it, watching as goose bumps pebbled her skin again. “When did you get this?”
“When I was twenty-three, right after I came out,” she said, and I could feel her chest rising and falling beneath me as she gulped for breath. “It reminded me of my time here in Vermont, the way the birds would fly overhead when we lay in our field together, like they didn’t have a care in the world. They were free, and so was I.”
My throat constricted at this unexpected insight into Phoebe’s psyche. “I’m so glad you found that kind of freedom.”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long,” Her voice had grown hoarse, as if she were fighting emotions of her own.
“Everyone has their own path and their own pace,” I told her before circling her tattoo with my tongue. I could almost taste her freedom in the salty flavor of her skin.
“I was so envious of you,” she said quietly. “You knew exactly who you were and what you wanted when we were sixteen.”
“Youwere what I wanted then, and you still are.”
In response, Phoebe reached for the button on my jeans. She popped it open and pushed down the zipper. I sat back, letting her help me wiggle out of my jeans. Then we were both in our underwear, bodies pressed together as electricity crackled between us. It seemed to scorch my fingers where I touched her, burning me with the strength of our chemistry.
We scrambled out of our underwear, and my hungry gaze fell to Phoebe’s exposed breasts, so small and perfect. Every inch of her was perfect, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I dropped my head to her breast, nipping and kissing as I brought my hand between her thighs, encountering her slick wetness.
Phoebe gasped, flinging an arm across her eyes as she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against me. I kissed my way across her breasts, paying attention to every gorgeous inch until her nipples had hardened into tight peaks and her hips were grinding against my hand as a steady string of needy noises escaped her throat.
I scooted down so I could kiss my way over her belly, desperate to taste her. I’d been waiting thirteen years for this moment.
“Oh my God, Taylor,” she panted, burying her hands in my hair.
I positioned one of her legs to rest over my shoulder as I pressed my tongue against her. I tenderly kissed my way over her folds, acquainting myself with her body and which spots brought the loudest cries from her throat. I dipped my tongue inside her, drunk on the sharp taste of her and the way her muscles clamped down on me, seeking more.
Her hips moved rhythmically against me, her fingers tangled deeply in my hair. I moved up to flick my tongue against her clit, and she let out a sharp cry. I swirled my tongue there, empowered by her responsiveness and the knowledge that this wasPhoebe. A few more strokes of my tongue, and she let out a breathy groan as she came against my mouth.
I held myself still as she rode out her release, and then I kissed my way up her body to her mouth. She clamped her arms around me, holding me close while she caught her breath.
“Jesus, Taylor,” she gasped, kissing me between rapid breaths. “You’re really freaking good at that.”
