“It’s worth it.” Sarah pulled Lizzie close again. “You’re worth it.”
They kissed against the shelving unit. Sarah’s hands were shaking as she reached for the hem of Lizzie’s shirt. She stopped.
“I want to do this right. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
“Then show me.”
Sarah pulled Lizzie’s shirt over her head slowly. She traced the line of Lizzie’s collarbone with her fingertips, so light it almost tickled. Down between her breasts. Over her ribs.
“I thought about you every night,” Sarah whispered. “After that morning. I’d lie in bed and remember how you felt. How you tasted. How you said my name.”
She unhooked Lizzie’s bra and let it fall to the floor. Instead of touching immediately, she just looked. The phone’s flashlight created dramatic shadows across Lizzie’s skin.
“You’re so beautiful. I should have told you that morning. Should have woken you up with kisses instead of running away like a coward.”
Lizzie pulled Sarah closer and kissed her hard. “Stop talking about that morning. Be here with me now.”
Sarah nodded. She kissed Lizzie’s jaw, her throat, the hollow at the base of her neck. She took her time working down to Lizzie’s breasts. When her mouth closed around Lizzie’s nipple, Lizzie had to grab the shelf behind her for support.
Sarah’s tongue circled slowly. Too slowly. Lizzie squirmed but Sarah held her hips steady.
“Patience. I’m apologizing. Let me do it properly.”
She switched to the other breast. Used her teeth gently, then soothed with her tongue. Lizzie was already wet and they’d barely started. She could feel it, the ache building between her legs.
Sarah’s hands slid down to unbutton Lizzie’s shorts. She pushed them down past Lizzie’s hips along with her underwear. Lizzie stepped out of them, suddenly naked in a storage room while eighty people partied down the hall.
“Sit.” Sarah gestured to a low stack of boxes in the corner.
“Those might collapse.”
“They’re full of canned goods. They’ll hold.” Sarah positioned Lizzie on the edge. “Trust me.”
Lizzie sat. The boxes were stable, putting her at the perfect height. Sarah knelt between her legs but didn’t touch yet. Just looked.
“I dreamed about this.”
Sarah kissed the inside of Lizzie’s knee. Worked her way up the inner thigh with agonizing slowness. When she reached where Lizzie was wet and ready, she just breathed against her. Warm air that made Lizzie shiver.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“Say it anyway.”
Lizzie threaded her fingers through Sarah’s hair. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me forget everything except this. Except us.”
Sarah finally used her tongue. One long slow stroke that made Lizzie’s legs shake. Then another. She wasn’t rushing. Wasn’t trying to make Lizzie come quickly. She was savoring it.
Lizzie had to press her hand over her mouth when Sarah found the perfect rhythm. Long slow circles around her clit, never quite touching it directly. Building the pressure until Lizzie wanted to scream.
“Look at me.”
Lizzie looked down. Sarah was watching her, eyes dark in the phone’s light. She maintained eye contact as she put her mouth directly on Lizzie’s clit and sucked.
Lizzie nearly came right then. Sarah seemed to sense it and backed off, went back to those maddening circles.
