Humming, Penelope pressed a quick kiss against Lucia’s curls and stood with a smile. She intertwined their fingers and led Lucia to the bed, where she unceremoniously pushed her until she collapsed onto the mattress.
Lucia laughed. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Can you blame me?”
Lucia barely had time to scoot higher before Penelope was over her.
Penelope lowered her naked body on top of Lucia’s, and both women groaned at the sensation of soft heat pressing together.
Lucia shifted, allowing Penelope to fit right between her legs.
They kissed, slowly at first, but the thread between them thrummed too vibrantly, and the kiss turned heated quickly.
Penelope pulled back and nuzzled along Lucia’s neck, sucking her earlobe into her mouth and nipping it before drifting lower. She licked and kissed along Lucia’s collarbone, her fingers finding Lucia’s breasts and rolling her nipples.
Soon, Penelope lowered her mouth, and Lucia moaned when her lover’s hot mouth engulfed her nipple and drew the peak inside.
“Yes,” Lucia breathed, pressing her body deeper into the mattress, her eyes falling shut. She’d dreamed about this; she’d imagined how Penelope would feel inside her.
Penelope devoted equal time and attention to both breasts until Lucia’s hands found themselves in her hair, adding soft pressure to coax her lower to tend to the ache between her legs.
Penelope chuckled low in her throat. “Who’s impatient now?”
“Pen, please,” Lucia all but moaned, pressing her head deeper into the pillow as her body arched. She spread her legs wider and rocked her hips up. “Can’t you feel how wet I am for you?”
Penelope’s fingernails dug into Lucia’s hips, leaving half-moon imprints in their wake.
She moved lower and settled in theVof Lucia’s legs, licking the skin where thigh and groin met.
Lucia gasped, her hand fisting the fitted sheet.
Penelope continued her teasing, switching from one side to the next, then adding her fingers, tracing Lucia’s entrance but never pushing inside.
“Pen.” Lucia panted.
“I love how you sound when you’re aroused. Look at you—you’re gorgeous.”
Lucia moaned.
Smiling against Lucia’s inner thigh, Penelope turned her head and blew hot air against her slick center.
“Pen, I swear, if you don’t…”
“Don’t what, Ms. Rossi?”
“Just…fuck me.”
Penelope clenched her jaw. Her need to tease and torture Lucia seemed to vanish, and she lowered her head to suck Lucia into her mouth, licking along her length before focusing on her clit.
“Yes,” Lucia breathed, her grip on the sheet tightening. “Go inside.”
Penelope pushed one finger into Lucia’s wet core before pulling back out and adding another, all the while painting rapid circles over her clit.
Lucia trembled, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
Penelope’s ministration increased in speed and intensity as the fingers of her free hand anchored Lucia’s rocking hips to the bed—the perfect counterpoint.
Lucia’s climb quickened with each stroke, her heart pounding as if it wanted to escape the delicious torment Penelope rained down on her.
