“Excited?” Sarah offered dumbly, knowing exactlywhichfeeling Beth meant.
Beth shook her head side to side, leaning closer, breath hot against Sarah’s ear as she whispered, “No, the one after that.”
“In love.” Sarah’s mouth moved automatically, lips forming the words that came easily because if one thing had been true for most of her adult life, it was that Sarah loved Beth with her entire being.
Beth’s lips kissed the length of her jaw, moving to hover above hers. “I’m in love with you, too.”
Those words sent fire raging through Sarah’s veins, body thrumming with the sheer release of finally ripping off the lid of that box labeled ‘Beth,’ letting the contents spill everywhere. They filled every corner of her mind, consuming her completely. Beth’s words were like oxygen that Sarah swallowed greedily, lips demanding more contact—more of Beth, who obliged by parting her lips ever so slightly. Sarah eagerly took her bottom lip, biting down with enough pressure to elicit the most perfect moan ever uttered, only fueling her desire more.
In love.
Their hands were everywhere, grabbing at clothes, pulling each other close, so close.
Sarah’s mouth claimed Beth’s, hands cupping her jaw as Beth worked her way under the hem of Sarah’s sweatshirt, her touch leaving a trail of fire across her skin. It was absurd how the barest touch from Beth had the power to render Sarah completely useless, her mind temporarily forgetting where she was as Beth’s fingers explored, skimming across her abdomen, over her hips, and up Sarah’s back.
“Be-th.” A sharp, needy inhale escaped her, hot and heavy at the feeling of Beth’s nails raking down her back only to grab at the hem of Sarah’s sweatshirt, tugging it up and over Sarah’s head, temporarily breaking their kiss.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Beth said, taking both of Sarah’s hands in hers once more.
Her heart hammered in her chest as Beth placed her hands on either side of her body, positioning her to grip the edge of the counter. But it was Beth’s breath hot against her collarbone that made Sarah’s breathing stutter as Beth whispered, “It’s the least I can do after our call the other night.” Her lips moved lower over the top of the white tank top Sarah wore, still smelling faintly of airplanes and travel.
Oh, my god, this is fucking happening. Keep it together, Gallagher.
Time slowed. Sarah, watching in awe as Beth dropped to her knees, hands bracketing Sarah’s hips, her fingertips digging in. And when Beth looked up at her with those big, beautiful blue eyes and freckles, Sarah forgot how to breathe. Seeing Beth like this—on the floor between her legs—sent a rush of heat through her.
“Let me adore you,” Beth whispered, placing a kiss on her left thigh, then her right, brushing her nose and lips over Sarah’s heat, fingers hooking into the waistband of her joggers and underwear.
Sarah nodded feverishly. “Fuck. Yes. Please,” she breathed, hands flying to her waist, rushing to help Beth pull the garments over her hips and down her thighs.
The warmth of Beth’s touch radiated up her legs as she scooted closer, positioning herself right in front of Sarah, leaning in, breath hot against her in the most delectable way.
“God B-b, oh—” Sarah inhaled sharply, groaning in a way that should have been embarrassing as Beth pressed her face into her.
Beth worked with a slow, agonizing patience, her tongue moving in languid strokes fanning the heat until it felt all-consuming, every swipe, every pass only spreading the ache further. Reaching down, Sarah’s fingers tangled in Beth’s hair, gripping the golden waves as if they were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.
“God, I missed how you taste,” Beth whispered against her, hands spread across her thighs. Holding Sarah still against the counter.
Sarah moaned, her grip in Beth’s hair tightening, inhaling sharply as Beth sucked gently on her clit. She let her head roll back, eyelids heavy, gaze locked on the vaulted ceiling. Heat flared within her, enjoying every one of Beth’s movements as she tried to keep a lid on her excitement, to stay in this moment as long as possible. To stay here with Beth as long as possible.
“Fuck—”
Another sharp inhale as Beth sucked at her gently, alternating with teasing flicks of her tongue. Sarah’s hips instinctively rolled up, off the counter, causing Beth to press her hands more firmly into her hips, holding her in place.
“Stop moving.” Beth’s voice was firm, a gentle command in the way only she could deliver.
“You—aren’t—making—that—easy,” Sarah gasped as Beth slid her tongue inside of her at the same time their eyes met.
Jesus Christ.
Sarah’s walls shuddered with the familiar flutter of her own release, but she wasn’t ready for it, not yet. Not when there was still so much she wanted—needed—from Beth.
“Beth,” she whined her name, the sound of her own neediness catching her off guard. She was SarahfuckingGallagher. She didn’t need anyone, but she needed Beth.
“Please. I—oh.” Sarah was so close, the wave of her orgasm building within her.
“Let go, love,” Beth encouraged. “Let me catch you.”
For once, Sarah didn’t try to hold on. She closed her eyes, telling herself it was okay to do as Beth asked andlet go. Her grip in Beth’s hair tightened, her thighs clenching as a final flick of Beth’s tongue sent her tumbling over the edge.
