It happened again.
That was the first thought that ran through Jenna’s mind when she opened her eyes.
It was still dark. The TV was still on, but it was the only light in the room besides the fireplace and the two candles that still burned on the end tables. Without lifting her head, she could see that Arnold was curled up on his dog bed in the corner, snoring softly. Wallaceand Gromit were on the chair across the room, cuddled up with each other the way they had since she’d brought them home as kittens. And underneath her, Sawyer breathed, deep and even, sound asleep on her couch. Again.
The blanket that was usually draped over the back of the couch covered them, and Sawyer must’ve pulled it down at some point because Jenna had no recollection of doing so. Or of how the movie had ended, now that she thought about it. She must’ve fallen asleep on Sawyer. Her cheek rested on Sawyer’s chest and her hand was splayed directly over Sawyer’s left breast. Again. Well, wasn’t that interesting? Like her hand had not only a mind of its own, but a favorite place to hang out. Sawyer’s sweatshirt was between her skin and Jenna’s, but Sawyer could still feel the swell of it, the way it rose and fell with Sawyer’s breaths, and she moved her hand just a little, just enough, and before long, she could feel Sawyer’s nipple under her palm.
She swallowed hard.
She glanced up.
Sawyer was awake and staring back at her with those soul-searing eyes.
Jenna moved her hand some more, and this time, she tipped her head up just a touch so her nose brushed against the side of Sawyer’s neck, that soft skin only millimeters from Jenna’s lips. She could smell Sawyer’s scent—musky and inviting—and she kissed her there. Softly. Tenderly. Barely touching her skin, just kind of rubbing her lips against it. Again, moving as if it knew where it wanted to go, her hand slid down to the hem of Sawyer’s shirt and went under it, and she almost moaned at the absolutely erotic feeling of Sawyer’s warm skin. She felt Sawyer’s hands move up to her waist, grasp her sides, and dig her fingers in. Jenna skimmed her palm over Sawyer’s stomach and up, until she was back to her breast. Sawyer was braless, and her nipple stood at attention, as if waiting for Jenna’s hand to return.
With a hard swallow, she threw gentleness out the window and closed her hand over Sawyer’s breast, and Sawyer’s intake of breath was nothing short of erotic. Jenna pressed her mouth to Sawyer’s neck and used her tongue to stroke along the side, and Sawyer’s body arched subtly under her.
Sawyer met Jenna’s eyes. Their gazes held for a long moment before their mouths crashed together in a blistering kiss that Jennamomentarily worried might set the couch on fire. Lips and tongues and teeth were all in play as Sawyer shifted their bodies as one, so Jenna was lying directly on top of her. She spread her legs to accommodate Jenna’s hips, and the soft cry that left Jenna’s lips at the position, the feeling of it, surprised them both. Sawyer held Jenna’s head with one hand, plundering her mouth, breathing her in, and the other Jenna felt on her ass, pulling her tighter. Closer.
She pushed herself up onto her knees, Sawyer’s legs wrapped around her waist, and looked down at her. Shoving her other hand up under Sawyer’s shirt, she kneaded both breasts and watched Sawyer’s face, that beautiful, sexy face, watched Sawyer’s arousal build as she zeroed in on her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers until Sawyer arched beneath her. She tugged at the sweatshirt.
“Off.” Her own voice surprised her in its directness, but she tugged at it again, impatient.
Sawyer sat up as best she could. “You’re sure?” she asked quietly.
“Take it off,” Jenna ordered. “Now.”
Sawyer’s dark eyebrows rose in surprise, but Jenna shot her a grin. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, and did as she was told.
Oh God, who was she? How had she turned into this assertive, dominant woman on top? She’d never really been like this in bed before, but Sawyer was so fucking sexy right now, she couldn’t help herself. She pulled Sawyer’s sweatshirt out of her hands and tossed it to the floor, then simply looked at her. Stared. Ogled.
“My God, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered, not even sure if she’d said the words out loud until a smile broke out across Sawyer’s face, and she reached up to grasp Jenna’s head, pull her down for another searing kiss.
How the hell did they kiss so well together? It was alarming how perfectly their mouths fit, how erotically they made out with each other. Jenna had kissed enough women to know this was different. Better somehow. Shockingly sexy, and she tried to ignore how wet she’d become. Arching her body so she pushed into Sawyer’s center brought forth a moan from Sawyer that might’ve been the most erotic sound Jenna had ever heard.
So she did it again.
This time when Sawyer moaned, she looked Jenna in the eye, andthe sheer sensuality that shot between them felt like an electric charge to Jenna.
“Jesus,” she said quietly before coming to a decision. And it wasn’t really a decision. She didn’t have to think about it. She pushed herself up and to her feet, and she caught a flash of disappointment in Sawyer’s eyes before she held out her hand to her. “Come with me.”
Sawyer’s hand was warm and soft as she grabbed Jenna’s and got up off the couch, topless and fucking gorgeous, and Jenna led her to the stairs, blowing out the candles on her way. They didn’t hesitate. Didn’t stop at all. Just headed straight into the bedroom, and before Jenna could continue her domination, she found herself turned so she was facing Sawyer, and suddenly Sawyer’s hands were everywhere. Tugging at her shirt, pulling it up and off. Sawyer’s mouth was suddenly on hers, stealing all her thoughts and all her breath, and she felt fingers at the waistband of her joggers, which were on the floor in the next moment. Sawyer’s tongue in her mouth, she felt herself backed up gently until the mattress was behind her and she tipped backward onto the bed, Sawyer following her down.
All sensation blurred together into one, erotically charged feeling of pleasure, and Jenna grasped at whatever parts of Sawyer she could reach as Sawyer launched an all-out delicious attack on her body. Hands and mouths were everywhere—and yes, there was a point where Jenna absently wondered if it was possible for Sawyer to have more than one mouth. She felt it on her nipples, on her neck, on her mouth, and sometimes, it seemed like it was all at once. Then it was trailing down her body, leaving a path of goose bumps, until Sawyer’s head was tucked between Jenna’s legs, and the touch to her center was so feather-light, she had to wonder if it was a trick of the air, if Sawyer’s tongue was touching her at all. Her thighs tingled, over and over, as Sawyer barely touched her, but touched her just enough for her to feel it. Her breath was hot on Jenna’s flesh, and Jenna’s hips began to move rhythmically without any decisions from her brain. Her body was in charge now. She reached down with both hands to grasp Sawyer’s head, to direct her, but Sawyer pushed them away, grasping her hips and keeping Jenna at the mercy of her mouth. Her torturous, gloriously sexy mouth, and before long, Jenna was whimpering—actually whimpering!—as Sawyer continued with barely-there touches of her tongue.
“Are you ready?” Sawyer asked her quietly, finally, Jenna clutching the pillow beneath her head. And just the eroticism of the question sent a surge of wetness to Jenna’s center.
“Yes,” she said on a whisper. “Yes. Please. Please, Sawyer.”
She barely had time to register the firm swipe of Sawyer’s tongue before she tipped over the edge, colors exploding behind her eyelids as her hips lifted off the bed. Sawyer held firmly to her hips, keeping her from going too high and enabling her to keep her mouth pressed tightly to Jenna’s hot, wet center, her tongue doing unspeakably sexy things to her as she crested, higher and higher, and finally crashed down with a loud groan, chest heaving, legs numb.
“Good girl,” Sawyer said, low and husky, and Jenna was sure she could hear a smile in her voice.
“Oh my God,” Jenna whispered, still breathless. “Oh God.” She swallowed and reached blindly down toward Sawyer. She tried to calm her own breathing as she felt Sawyer crawling up her body, and then Sawyer kissed her. Softly and tenderly, and Jenna could taste the salty tang that still clung to Sawyer’s lips.
“That was incredible.” Sawyer gazed down at her with a smile. “You are so fucking sexy. My God.”
If Jenna’s body hadn’t already been flushed from her orgasm, she’d have blushed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes at the compliment. She grinned up at Sawyer. “Please. All I did was lay here. All the magic was performed by you.”
