Chapter Three #3
She’d never wanted any of her occasional sexual partners the way she wanted Bree. But as she savored every moment, the low whisper of guilt hummed in response to her taking the recipient’s role when her intention had been to stroke Bree to a rapture she wouldn’t soon forget.
Bree read her mood shift. “Shh. I’ll get my turn. But I’m going to enjoy the hell out of tonight, and that means making sure you do too.” Bree gave Tess a wry look. “I’m going to treat you like royalty. Let’s get on with this coronation. You just lie back, queen bee.”
“God, a pushy princess.” Tess bit her lip against the laugh that threatened.
With that, she felt Bree’s fingers trail down between her thighs, then slow dance at the saturated junction of her legs. Bree’s hand finally slipped into the welcoming wetness of her folds as her hips rose and fell in search of the passion Bree wielded in her fingertips.
“So good,” Tess managed to whisper as she tried to arch into Bree’s caresses. “Did they teach you this in lifeguard school too?”
“Top of my class,” Bree purred as she watched Tess.
“I’d start the chest compressions, but I need to take your pulse.
” Bree’s slide into Tess’s aroused and ready heat made their surroundings unimportant—it wouldn’t have mattered if they’d been on that lumpy couch, or the forest floor, or—heaven forbid—even that paddleboat deck.
“Mmm. So wet. I need to take another reading.” Bree fed the grind of Tess’s hips with a dip of her head and a feasting of her tongue that had Tess afraid she was going to be eaten alive, then afraid she wasn’t.
“Is this about saving me or killing me? Not that it matters…as long as you don’t stop.
” Tess fought to catch her breath as the slow sinful kiss of Bree’s mouth drove her wild, but Bree didn’t slow down as she stirred the simmering need at Tess’s center with an erotic vacillation between gentle savoring and exquisite devouring.
Tess indulged in the climb that Bree was orchestrating, the sparks-to-flame waves of scorching passion her body craved. But what struck her was not simply a new spark of feeling, but a growing mature flame of emotion that she knew she would carry back to Corazon Cove.
“You’re going to make me—” Tess gasped in response to the mounting storm as Bree worked her magic. “I’m drowning.”
“Shh. That’s the goal.” Bree destroyed Tess with an expert swirling touch that fueled Tess’s desire.
Tess reacted to the deep sensations that took her arching and rocking body closer and closer to the precipice, that drove her to the edge of no return, until they finally pushed her into the inferno that Bree had ignited.
Tess’s surrender peaked from the tender tissue where Bree’s fingers had launched this firestorm before her lips and tongue had filled and stroked Tess’s body into one clenching spasm after another.
Every muscle contracted as completion washed through her.
Tess luxuriated in the blaze as it slowly receded.
No woman had ever made her come so hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Tess.”
Tess was still working to get her gasps under control. “Oh my God, best coronation…crowning…ever.” Tess had never been touched this way before, by someone who had put Tess’s pleasure before her own.
Bree embraced her while Tess closed her eyes and savored the moment. She savored not just her sated body, but the splendor of a week that admittedly included so many exceptional moments that had led to this literal climax of the time they had shared. But Tess wasn’t done.
First, she had to focus on her breathing, slow the rapid pace of her lungs as they accompanied her hammering heart in the aftermath of this physical act she might have labeled as just sex—exemplary sex—but she acknowledged there was more.
A great deal more. An emotional component that certainly encroached on the territory of lovemaking.
As soon as Tess had her respiration under control, she shifted to blanket Bree, not to dominate but to close the space between them, to share the intimacy of flesh pressed to flesh.
“Now it’s your turn for my turn,” she whispered into Bree’s ear. “Hang on because I’m going to give you a night to remember.”
And then with their lengths linked front to front, Tess started with Bree’s ears, moved to her soft and swollen lips, and progressed to savor the salt on her neck and then inhale the last of the day’s lingering floral fragrance.
“You smell and taste so good.” Tess couldn’t believe she was sharing this bed with the woman she’d accused of breaking and entering a week ago.
She didn’t want to think that she wouldn’t have the chance to do this again with Bree, but if this was all she got before she had to go back to her life, then she was going to give and take all she could before she had to walk away.
When she was ready to move on down Bree’s nude body, Tess captured Bree’s breast in her mouth, then continued the torture she’d initiated before Bree had taken charge.
She sucked and licked the other breast before she shifted her attention lower, down Bree’s abdomen toward her final destination.
Through those dark curls to Bree’s waiting wet heat.
“I need you,” Bree groaned as her rising and falling hips communicated her quest for more from Tess.
Tess paused. I need you. What Tess needed was to keep those words in perspective, but they felt profound, even if uttered in the throes of this outstanding sexual encounter.
Maybe because they expressed what she was beginning to feel, and not merely in a physical sense.
Her heart was becoming involved, and that thought scared the bejesus out of her—she pushed it aside.
She didn’t want to entertain the thought that she could walk away from this with new baggage.
She spread Bree’s legs and slowly slipped her fingers into Bree. She set a rhythm that had Bree hungrily riding her hand as she pumped and massaged Bree’s walls, finding a rhythm and pressure that set Bree into slow, sexy moans.
“Your mouth…if it’s okay…with you…please.” The moans had turned to pleading, all interrupted by irregular breathing.
These were the sounds of shared passion that Tess knew she would look back on—the night she’d shared with Bree.
“How could I turn down a request like that?” Tess lowered her mouth but raised her eyes so she could witness the fulfillment of meeting Bree’s need.
“Never happier to be a princess,” Bree managed.
Tongue stroke after stroke swept Bree toward the summit. Tess communicated a silent but skilled pronouncement of escalation with the addition of her thumb circling the engorged arousal waiting at the entrance to Bree’s passage.
Tess did not let up but continued to glance at Bree as she ascended to new heights with each thrust and touch.
Tess did not look away as she watched Bree climb until she finally let go, as she watched her lover pass beyond the point of no return and into the abyss of ecstasy—as she witnessed this moment of pure pleasure create a permanent memory of their night together.
A night that she would never be able to leave here in Tahoe.