“Yes. Absolutely.” Victoria released Anna’s hands to pick up her own menu, and Anna was bereft, her fingers inching across the polished mahogany surface of their table towards Victoria before she realized what was happening and snatched her hands back into her lap. Victoria didn’t seem to notice. “Do you like goat cheese? Are you allergic to anything?”
“Yes. No.” The touch had ignited the desire Anna usually kept in check, setting it ablaze like a pile of dry tinder. Esme had been right. Ithadbeen a very, very long time for Anna. The simple envelopment of her hands in Victoria’s had finished the job those incendiary kisses had started only days ago. Suddenly, she didn’t give a single fuck about dinner, she craved only Victoria’s hands on her, on her own hands, on her thighs, on her breasts.
Thoroughly distracted, she only nodded when Victoria suggested she order for the both of them. Judging by the reviews, anything they had for dinner would be absolutely divine. Anna was certain that, for her, it would only taste like school paste, sawdust, and whatever that woodchip stuff was that IKEA furniture was made out of.
With what she considered a Herculean effort, Anna wrenched her attention away from the rising heat between her thighs and focused on Victoria’s face, though trying not to stare directly at the petal-pink pout of her mouth, because that was only going to land her right back in a lust-filled fog, imagining all the ways those full lips and that nimble tongue could take Anna just entirely apart.Focus, dammit!“I like seeing you with your hair down,” she said, knowing her too-damn-expressive face must look very dopey and her words had been pretty lame. She tried again. “It’s beautiful.”
Victoria’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Anna knew she was doing a very, very bad job of behaving normally. “Thank you.”Those blue eyes that never missed a trick roamed over Anna’s face and hair, and the tip of her tongue traced lightly over her upper lip. “You look wonderful this evening yourself.”
“Thank you.” The reply was automatic, and it was a good thing Anna’s manners functioned on autopilot, because with that flickering glimpse of Victoria’s tongue, she was all the way gone again, and if they weren’t in public, she’d have Victoria sprawled out on the table and Anna would be sitting right on that beautiful face.
“Anna.” Victoria’s fingers brushed over the back of Anna’s hand. “Is everything all right?”
Rapid-fire, Anna let her brain sift through dozens of possible responses, discarding them all in favor of a desperately gasped, “No, damn it all, I need you to fuck me.”
Victoria blinked once, twice. Then her hand shot into the air and signaled their waiter. “We’ll need all our food boxed to go, and the checkimmediately, thank you.”
Victoria’s hand slid up Anna’s inner arm, the touch a streak of fire along the delicate skin. Her strong fingers curled over Anna’s wrists and pressed down, pinning them in place on the pillow. “God,” Anna moaned, arching upward, rolling her eyes to look at Victoria, pleading without words.
Their clothing had come off as they came through the door at Victoria’s condo, Victoria’s cream cashmere sweater mingling with Anna’s favorite green wrap top to form a pathway that led first to the broad white expanse of the sofa. From there, Victoria’s crisply tailored black trousers and Anna’s floral slip dress were entwined much as the women had been atop the dining room table, where Anna’s bare legs wrapped aroundVictoria’s hips as Victoria licked and nipped her way along Anna’s throat, Anna’s head thrown back to allow full access.
As Anna had hoped, Victoria had indeed been wearing seamed stockings that were clipped into a black lace garter belt. Lying in Victoria’s bed now—the pathway there consisting of Anna’s pale pink bra and panty set and Victoria’s own black lace bra—the stockings remained on, and one silk-clad foot traced a lazy trail up and down Anna’s leg that was as torturous as the free hand that was making its slow, featherlike way down Anna’s stomach. Anna couldn’t help but let out a whimper.
A tiny, satisfied smile curved Victoria’s mouth upwards. “You’re so impatient.” Her head dipped to take Anna’s nipple into her mouth, and the play of her tongue as she sucked made Anna’s eyes roll back. When she let go, the slippery wet nipple pouted in the cool air of the bedroom. Her fingers traced patterns along Anna’s stomach, down her thighs, were anywhere but where Anna wanted them to be, playing with her clit, sinking deep into her pussy.
Victoria’s head dipped again to pay tribute to the other nipple, more slowly, her golden hair tumbling down around her face, her sucking growing more intense, each pulse echoing between Anna’s thighs. “Your breasts are everything I dreamed of,” came the contented mumble as Victoria pulled back, a slender strand of saliva connecting her mouth to Anna before she wiped it away. Letting go of Anna’s hands, Victoria lifted herself to straddle Anna’s hips, running her strong, graceful hands up Anna’s ribcage to cup her breasts, to brush her thumbs over the pebbled peaks. “Beautiful. Perfect. I could just hold them and kiss them all night.”
Anna thought she might explode if she did. “Please,” she whispered, trying to lift her hips up under Victoria. “Please… I need…”
“Hm?” Slowly, Victoria moved to kneel, one leg on either side of Anna’s thigh, pressing forward against the wet heat of Anna’s pussy. The button on her garter brushed over Anna’s clit and now Anna was beyond whimpers, the shivering contact making her moan with how good it felt, how much she needed Victoria’s fingers to slide over her clit and send those electric, erotic thrills up her spine and down her legs. When the button kissed over her clit again, Anna bucked her hips up and only just heard Victoria whisper, “What do you need, kitten?”
“Fuck me,” she moaned, voice thick wth need. “Victoria, please, please…”
When Victoria’s slender fingers at last slid into the hot, slippery folds between Anna’s thighs, when they surrounded her clit with a gentle pressure, a sliding squeeze, she could have cried with how pleasure rippled through her whole body. It had been so long since anyone had touched her at all, so long since anyone’s hands but herself own had pressed and pinched at her clit. And Victoria was a master of her craft, moving slowly, steadily, watching Anna with a sultry smile as she arched and squirmed. “You’re so good, Anna,” she mumbled against Anna’s breast, catching the nipple up again between her lips and sucking hard once, twice before letting go. “So delicious, kitten. So pretty.”
“Oh, God,” Anna whispered, her whole world concentrated on two fingers as they slid inside of her, on Victoria’s thumb as it pressed and slipped over her clit rhythmically with each pulse of her hand. Her own hands gripped the pillow behind her head, and building pleasure thrummed through her. “Please… oh, please…” It definitely wouldn’t be long at all.
“Come for me, kitten,” Victoria directed in a low rasp into Anna’s ear, and it went straight for her pussy. “Come for me while I fuck you like you begged me to.”
“Ahhhh, God, oh God, yes…” Arching her hips up into Victoria’s hand, Anna came with a long, low outcry, so hard that she swore she went blind for a moment, her vision exploding into little golden stars as pleasure became everything that she knew right then. “Fuck…”
“Good girl,” Victoria purred into her ear, easing her hand free with a delectable, careful slowness. She traced her fingers up along Anna’s waist, the wetness from the earthshattering orgasm leaving little trails behind that gleamed in the low lamplight. “So good.”
Carefully, Anna eased up her deathgrip on the pillow, her fingers aching. She should be wrung out and limp on the bed, but now relieved of the burden of her arousal, she had a new single focus in mind: she wanted to taste Victoria through those goddamn black silk panties.
She smirked, satisfied, as Victoria made a little surprised noise when Anna grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto her back. “My turn,” she snarled playfully, grinning as Victoria’s blue eyes widened in shock, then went dark with desire as she realized what Anna’s goal was.
Because Anna was not about to tease. There had been enough of that, and she knew as soon as she got between Victoria’s thighs that she would come as fast as Anna had. The black silk was all but soaked through, hot and wet as Anna opened her mouth over the mound of Victoria’s pussy.
She tasted so, so good. Anna let her tongue trace the rumpled, damp silk, inhaling the delicious light musky scent with pure pleasure. She sucked at Victoria’s clit, making the silk more and more wet. Victoria’s hands came down to slide through her hair and cup her head, pressing her in closer, and her voice filled the air with satisfied little hums.
Anna slipped the fabric aside, exposing glistening folds and dark blonde curls to her covetous gaze.I want, I want, I want… she thought, and then she took what she wanted.
Victoria’s grip tightened against Anna’s head as Anna sucked her clit into her mouth, letting her tongue dance lightly over the sensitive little bundle. Her own desire began to mount again as she licked and explored every little fold and crevice, tasting and consuming and sucking while up by the headboard, Victoria’s groans grew louder, lower, more raspy.
As soon as she slid two fingers into Victoria’s soft, warm pussy, Victoria’s thighs squeezed over her ears, and she could only vaguely hear the long, low cry of climax as it erupted overhead. Anna was pressed so tightly between Victoria’s thighs, by her hands, that she could hardly breathe, but if this was how she went, she would have been so, so fine with that.
Victoria’s thighs loosened, fell away from Anna’s head, and her hands let go their death grip in her hair. More pleased with herself than she had been in a long time, Anna crawled her way up Victoria’s body to claim a long, sloppy kiss before she fell against her side.
