While her primary goal in seeing Penelope tonight had been to clear the air and figure out where they stood, she’d be lying if she claimed she hadn’t been hoping for just this ending.
“Hey,” Penelope said. “Are you all right?”
Lucia smiled. “More than that.” She circled her arms around Penelope’s neck and pulled her down, once more connecting their lips in kisses that escalated quickly. She lifted her leg and pressed her thigh against the juncture of Penelope’s legs.
Both women groaned when Penelope’s wetness bathed Lucia’s thigh.
“You were saying about being wet?” Lucia nibbled at Penelope’s lower lip.
“Can’t have you outdo me, now, can I?” her voice an almost breathless rumble.
“No, we sure can’t.” Lucia’s hands found Penelope’s ass, and she encouraged her lover to ride her thigh while kissing her deeply.
Penelope ground her hips, her fingers digging into the pillow beside Lucia’s head, just as lost in their union.
She shifted her hands and lowered her leg, smiling into the kiss when Penelope let out a frustrated-sounding grunt. Luciatrailed her fingers along Penelope’s hot inner thigh before gliding her fingertips through velvet, slick heat.
Penelope moaned, pressing down her hips.
“Patience, no?” Lucia whispered.
“Oh, hush,” Penelope ground out.
With a low chuckle, Lucia’s fingers meandered lower, massaging Penelope’s entrance, but not pressing inside.
Yet it seemed Penelope was having none of it. She grunted, and in a swift motion, grabbed Lucia’s hand, guided it beneath her, and sank down onto her fingers. Her eyelids fluttered closed as two of Lucia’s digits entered her core.
“Yes.” Penelope leaned her head back, and with her eyes closed, she rocked her hips at an ever-increasing pace.
Lucia swallowed hard, spellbound by the sight of Penelope above her: dark hair tumbled down her back, lips parted as her teeth tugged at the corner of her mouth, her cheeks pink with exertion as she rode Lucia’s fingers.
Her hand strained, but Lucia hardly noticed, too transfixed on watching Penelope chase her pleasure.
Penelope slowed down and bent, her hair like a curtain around them, the strands whispering along Lucia’s skin and raising goosebumps in their wake as Penelope licked into Lucia’s mouth.
Arousal shot through her. She pulled out, found Penelope’s clit, and drew fast circles over the sensitive flesh—until Penelope twitched, broke the kiss, and moaned against her lips.
“Come up here.” Lucia grabbed Penelope’s hips and pulled, urging her up.
“What?” Penelope seemed dazed, her eyes almost glassy.
“I want to taste you.”
Penelope froze, her breath catching, jaw tensing—then she rose, slow and unguarded, and scooted forward until shehovered over Lucia, who tightened her hold and pulled Penelope toward her waiting mouth.
Sobbing, Penelope rounded her back and seized the headboard when Lucia licked through her folds with hard and quick strokes.
Lucia tightened her grip on Penelope’s ass, encouraging her rocking motions as she got lost in the flavor and sensation of Penelope.
The bed frame creaked as their bodies danced in an ancient rhythm. Sweat glistened on their skin, and Penelope’s panting filled the room.
Lucia’s heart torpedoed in her chest, and her arousal, her need to feel Penelope fall apart, almost consumed her. She slid her tongue higher, stroking Penelope’s clit fast, adding pressure before dipping lower and pressing inside, overcome by the tangy flavor on her tongue.
Penelope grunted, her hips moving faster as her body seemed to chase her release.
Her patience snapped, and as it did, Lucia once more focused on Penelope’s clit, intensifying her efforts until Penelope froze above her—a stuttered gasp bled from her lips as she shook in hard tremors, calling out her release into the room.
Penelope slackened, and Lucia slowed, lapping at her folds, pressing a lingering kiss against damp curls before reaching up, steadying Penelope and guiding her back down.
