It was nothing like kissing any of her previous male partners. Some of them had been amazing kissers, but this was not like anything she’d ever experienced. Her mind started cataloguing the kiss, but she shut it down with a snap. This was about the moment, not producing a spreadsheet of the differences. This was about feeling and doing, not studying and learning. As if something like this could be studied for, anyway, like tax laws. Allie pushed the thoughts from her mind and let her mind be subsumed by her body, sliding deeper into the kiss like a dive underwater to where everything was breathless and fresh. A new beginning.
Her breasts tingled, and she eased back from the kiss, not wanting it to end but wanting more. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
A quick nod, and Tarryn released Allie’s buttocks so she could step back. Her knees trembled, her skin alight with want, and she took the few steps to the bedroom. There, she flicked on the bedside light, throwing the room into a warm cocoon of mellow light.
Tarryn stared at her with a serious expression on her face. Was she having second thoughts? Allie stifled a nervous laugh; how ironic if Tarryn was the one to call a halt to this.
“I was just thinking how strange this is, in a way.” Tarryn swept out a hand, the gesture encompassing the two of them, the bed, the warmly lit room. “One fake wedding. Is this now our fake honeymoon?”
“As long as I don’t have to prompt you this time.”
Tarryn’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Don’t worry about that.” With a purposeful step, she closed the gap between them and touched Allie’s waist over the pink dress. “How does this come off?”
“There’s a zip on the other side.” Allie closed her eyes briefly as a surge of nerves pushed to the fore.It’s happening. It’s really happening. Then Tarryn’s fingers found the zip and lowered it, then slipped inside to smooth Allie’s skin from waist to hip, and the nerves vanished in a puff of arousal. She was about to sleep with someone she liked, someone whose smouldering glances made her melt. Impatiently, she pushed the dress from her shoulders and wiggled it from her upper body.
Tarryn withdrew her hand and watched in silence as the dress crumpled around Allie’s hips, then fell at her feet in a soft, pink cloud.
Allie tilted her head. “Do I have to undress you too?”
“Do you want to?”
In answer, she stepped away from the dress, moved forward, and undid the buttons of the waistcoat, lingering over each one so her fingers brushed Tarryn’s breasts and abdomen. Once gone, she turned her attention to the shirt. The fine white linen was now crumpled from the day, and the buttons slipped easily until it, too, joined the waistcoat on the floor. A flash of guilt surfaced for their treatment of the hire clothes, but she pushed it down. Surely, they weren’t the first newly married couple to treat them so carelessly in their rush to remove them.
Her fingers drifted over Tarryn’s soft skin to trace the edge of the plain white bra. White made Allie look ghostlike; on Tarryn, it emphasised her strong body. When Allie’s exploring fingers reached the waistband of the pants, she hesitated. A quick glance at Tarryn’s face, a questioning head tilt to be sure that yes, this really was what she wanted. At Tarryn’s nod, Allie fumbled with the button and dragged the zip down with shaking fingers.
“There’s something we need to remove first.” Tarryn shot her an amused look and shuffled to the bed where she sat and removed the red hi-tops and socks. She tugged off the pants and when she was dressed only in matching white boyshorts, she returned to where Allie still stood, feet glued to the floor.
“While shell-pink undies and red Vans is a great look on you, I think you can do better.”
“I chose these undies with care.” Allie tossed her a cheeky glance. “I was going to wear black, but they showed through the dress.”
“I like the pink. But the shoes have to go.”
Allie undid the laces, then toed them off, removing her socks at the same time.
“Better.”
When had Tarryn taken the lead in this? Allie summoned her confident face and strutted over to the bed. She rested a hand on her hip. “Any more directions, MsHarris?”
“You don’t need them.” She sat on the side of the bed and swung her legs up. “Why don’t you join me? That’s a suggestion.”
Allie wet her lips. She walked to the bed and sank, joining Tarryn until they lay face-to-face. A kiss, that was what she wanted now. She leaned in and kissed Tarryn, putting all her longing and desire into the touch of her lips. Tarryn’s hand brushed down Allie’s side, from shoulder to her hips. For long moments, they did nothing except kiss and explore, skin to skin, fingers brushing the bands of underwear but not yet removing them. The secrets hidden underneath would be revealed, Allie was sure of that, but there was no hurry.
They had all the time in the world…for tonight at least.
Tarryn rested her fingers on the catch of Allie’s bra strap and broke the kiss to ask, “You okay with this?”
“Oh yes.” Allie breathed the words over the white noise in her head. The bra was too confining, a barrier she didn’t want.
When Tarryn fumbled the catch open, Allie moved back enough that she could draw the bra away. Tarryn urged her onto her back and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat.
Allie’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, and she pressed her thighs together as if that could assuage the heat building between them. Tarryn’s lips travelled slowly, at an infinitesimal crawl, down from her throat to her breastbone. She hovered, her breath moist on Allie’s skin, then her lips meandered to Allie’s right nipple. When Tarryn covered it with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, Allie arched her back as darts of pleasure radiated out from that point. She rested her hands on Tarryn’s tight curls as if she could keep her mouth there, right where she wanted it.
When Tarryn kissed her way to the other nipple, the abandoned one shone wetly in the soft light, puckering in the air.
Allie’s fingers clenched on the quilt as the pleasure kept coming. When Tarryn lifted her head, disappointment shot through her, but Tarryn only sat up to remove her own bra. Her breasts were small, her large nipples a rich copper brown, darker than her skin. Allie sat up too, needing to touch them. Her fingers traced a path from Tarryn’s throat, down her sternum, then stroked a circle around the edge of her breast. One circle, then another, a smaller one, again and again until finally her fingers touched Tarryn’s nipple. It peaked under her fingers. Another circle, this time wider until she repeated the entire movement on the other breast.
Tarryn lay back on the bed, her arms over her head, her gaze locked on Allie’s face.
