“Stay with me.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Please. Stay tonight.”
“Are you sure?” Jules kissed her again, and Catherine had to break away to answer.
“Never been surer.” And even though she’d neglected to wear her nice new matching underwear, this was the truth.
Catherine surfacedthrough the haze of sleep to Jules peppering kisses on her shoulder. She arched into the warm body behind her, relishing the soft press of bare breasts on her back and the curve of Jules around her as they lay nestled together like speech marks.
“Mmm, morning.” Catherine couldn’t hide the smile in her voice even if she wanted to.
“Sorry to wake you,” whispered Jules.
“You can wake me up like this whenever you want.”
“No regrets then?” Jules kissed her shoulder again.
Catherine twisted around to face her. With mussed hair and smudged makeup, Jules looked the most undoneCatherine had ever seen her, but even more devastatingly attractive for it.
“No, no regrets. You?”
Jules moved on top of her and answered with a kiss that awoke the rest of Catherine’s body, making every nerve ending pulse with want. Jules pressed a thigh between her legs, adding pressure to the aching core of her need, and Catherine moaned into her mouth. She luxuriated in the feeling of being adored in her own bed, between her own soft sheets. Why hadn’t she relinquished control years ago to experience this? The answer was beyond her, but Jules had certainly been worth waiting for.
Jules reached for the lube, a knowing grin lifting her lips. “May I?”
Catherine responded without hesitation, rocking into her with a slow, deliberate motion that drew Jules closer. Catherine gasped as the cool gel met her heat, and with skill perfected the night before, Jules slipped two fingers inside her. Within minutes Catherine was teetering on the edge of climax, but rather than giving her the release she needed, Jules eased the pace and pressure, drawing out the delicious anticipation. Catherine arched beneath her.
“We did things your way with the sexting; now we’re going to do it my way, okay?”
Catherine swallowed. She was at this woman’s mercy, literally putty in her hands, as Jules’s slender fingers found a new rhythm inside her, her thumb circling Catherine’s clit with gentle precision.
“I want you to look at me as I make you come.”
Catherine obeyed, her heart hammering against herribs as she opened her eyes to the sight of Jules above her, pupils blown and fiery red hair, hanging wild and free. The ravenous look on her face unlocked a whole new level of want in Catherine.
“Good, that’s good,” Jules breathed against her ear. “I hope you don’t have any other plans today because I’m planning to make you come so much you’ll forget your own name.”
Oh, fuck.Catherine moaned in rapture, waves of pleasure building with each stroke. With three more thrusts, Catherine was lost in a blissful release. Her body convulsed with pleasure and the world narrowed to this single, exquisite moment as she came undone by the fingers of the woman whose name she was screaming.
When it was over, she collapsed back amongst the pillows, grateful it was her neighbour in her bed or else she’d have to pop around and apologise for all the noise.
Spent and breathless, Catherine covered her eyes with her arm. Jules gently tried to prise it away.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Fuck, honestly, it was as hot as hell hearing you come like that.”
Catherine turned her head into the pillow and groaned.
“I’ve never screamed like that before.”
Jules dropped next to her, wriggling down until they were eye-to-eye. Her perfect fingers trailed down Catherine’s arm, sending another shiver of delight through her.
Catherine bit the inside of her cheek to stop her smile breaking through. “Stop looking so pleased with yourself,” she said, even though her body still hummed withpleasure and Jules had every right to be pleased with herself.“Where’s that lube? It’s my turn to make you scream.”
“Trust me, you won’t be needing the lube.” Jules pushed Catherine’s hand into the wetness between her legs, stoking the fire again.
A thunderous noise from above jolted them from their reverie, and they looked at each other wide-eyed until another rumbling stampede pounded across the ceiling.
