“Much.” Grey laid her right hand into her left above her head, leaving herself open for Lauren’s touch. Her heart beat a disjointed rhythm as Lauren hesitated for a moment, but it settled once again when Lauren relaxed against her. “Please don’t stop.”
The openness in Grey’s gaze assured Lauren that she truly did want to continue, and she licked her lips as she leaned in to kiss her again.
Grey sighed as Lauren’s right hand began to slide over her body, touching, teasing, caressing. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of Lauren’s fingers spiraling slowly around her breasts in swooping circles and lazy figure-eights, every touch so achingly tender and unhurried, like the bounds of time and the universe had no bearing on them in this moment. It was both liberating and terrifying how free Grey felt under Lauren’s hand, and she sighed against Lauren’s lips as that blissful touch eventually dipped lower, ghosting over her stomach and down over her hips to dance along her inner thigh. “Lauren…”
“I’m here.” Lauren brushed a gentle kiss over Grey’s lips. She watched Grey’s face intently as she slid her hand higher, dipping her fingers into the slick warmth that waited for her, and her throat grew tight at the way Grey smiled and whimpered at thetouch. Lauren kept her touch light as her fingers skated through swollen folds, stroking and rubbing, up and down and back again, over and over, every pass as unhurried and gentle as the one before.
“God, Lauren,” Grey sighed, her eyes rolling back in her head as Lauren’s fingers skated higher to rub broad, light circles over her clit. Each circuit sent sparks of desire through her, and she reached up with her left hand, blindly seekingsomethingto hold onto. She sighed when her fingertips ghosted across Lauren’s, and she tangled their fingers together, using that hold as an anchor as she began to feel like she was floating away. A gentle, reassuring squeeze of her hand made Grey’s heart skip a beat, and she sighed as she threaded the fingers of her right hand through Lauren’s hair, pulling her down and claiming her lips in a kiss that was soft and deep and pure surrender.
Lauren smiled when the kiss broke and rested her forehead against Grey’s. The warmth staring back at her took her breath away, and she bit her lip as she eased her middle finger lower. “You are beautiful.” She pressed firmly against the sensitive ring of muscle, teasing it with a couple feinting thrusts before finally slipping inside. “So beautiful,” she breathed, her pulse jumping at the flash of ecstasy that bolted through Grey’s eyes at her first careful thrust.
“More,” Grey rasped, tugging imploringly at Lauren’s hair.
“Trust me,” Lauren replied softly as she continued to thrust into Grey with just the one finger.
“I do,” Grey whimpered, arching her back off the mattress as she rolled her hips against Lauren’s hand. “Please.”
Unable to resist the blatant need in Grey’s voice, Lauren sighed and nodded, adding a second finger on her next thrust. She watched Grey’s face with unabashed affection as she resumed her languid pace, wanting nothing more than to extend this moment for as long as possible. When the walls around her fingers beganto flutter, she curled her fingers and dragged them over hidden ridges, making Grey’s hips twitch. “Just let go, baby,” she murmured encouragingly, the endearment slipping out so naturally that she did not even notice.
Grey moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing the entirety of her attention on the heat building low in her hips. She clutched Lauren to her as her climax began to crest, and she let out a quiet gasp when it crashed through her in gentle waves.
“I’ve got you,” Lauren promised, the words falling lightly against Grey’s lips as the brunette trembled and shook in her arms. She sighed when Grey’s body went lax beneath her, Grey’s grip on her slackening as her entire body sank back into the bed, and carefully pulled her fingers free.
Grey could feel Lauren’s eyes on her as she drifted, her mind and her body content to savor the blissful afterglow of her release. She stroked her fingers through Lauren’s hair as she kissed her lazily, their tongues dancing together in the space between their parted lips. Grey held Lauren tighter and kissed her harder whenever she thought that Lauren was going to pull away, afraid that, when the moment ended, the lightness she felt suffusing her body would disappear as well.
Eventually, they did break apart, and Grey held her breath as she looked up at Lauren. She looked like an angel, pale skin glowing in the light of the moon that spilled through the windows along the outer hull, and Grey’s breath caught in her throat at the tenderness that she could see lighting Lauren’s eyes.
“You okay?” Lauren asked softly.
Grey nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
Grey yawned widely, the day catching up to her in a rush, and rolled her eyes as she muttered, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Lauren said as she snuggled into Grey’s side. “Sleep. Rest.”
Grey frowned and ran a single finger up Lauren’s spine. “What about you?”
Lauren shook her head. “Later.” She brushed the lightest of kisses over the point of Grey’s cheek, and smiled at the way the furrows in Grey’s forehead deepened. “I promise.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am.” Lauren smiled and nodded reassuringly as she traced the line of Grey’s jaw with her fingertips. She could not resist leaning in to steal one last kiss, and she sighed against Grey’s lips when it eventually broke. “Sweet dreams.”
Grey lifted her chin to kiss Lauren again quickly, and smiled as she pulled away. “You too,” she whispered as she rolled onto her side, her right hand grabbing hold of Lauren’s and pulling it over her stomach. It was not often that she allowed herself to be held like this, but as Lauren’s body pressed up against her back and molded to her own, Grey felt safer than she had in years.
Lauren knew the moment sleep claimed Grey completely, and she sighed softly as she pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
“What are we doing?” she wondered quietly. Grey shifted in front of her, drawing their joined hands up to rest between her breasts, and Lauren closed her eyes as she held Grey tighter. Whatever it was they were doing, it was too late for her to even consider stopping now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LAUREN SQUEEZED HER eyes shut against the sunlight streaming into the cabin and buried her face in a pillow. Her limbs felt heavy with sleep and her muscles sore as she stretched, pointing her toes and arching her back as she tried to wake up. She groaned as she smoothed a hand over the bed beside her, and was surprised to find it empty. It was then that the sunlight filling the room actually registered with her tired brain, and she frowned as she pushed herself up onto her forearms to look at the clock above the bed.
It was already after eight o’clock.
“Fuck,” she hissed as she slammed her forehead back onto the bed. She had slept through breakfast.
