Chapter Twenty-five #3
“Oh God. You actually believe I have anything left?”
“I have no doubt, babe.”
Tess arched an eyebrow and smiled. “I would have bet against that even a decade ago. You must have a very high opinion of your…talents.”
Bree trailed her mouth along the pulse Tess could feel pounding in her neck. Bree slowly moved downward until she could place her mouth on Tess’s breasts.
“Oh, I do.” Bree’s tongue traced lazy circles around Tess’s aroused nipples, one and then the other.
She sucked and teased each peak until Tess only wanted her to satisfy the deep need she felt for Bree that throbbed between her legs again.
“But number three just might take a different approach.” Bree backed off and rolled Tess onto her front, then pulled her up on all fours.
Tess grasped the pillow as her elevated and completely exposed center throbbed once again for Bree’s touch.
“Here you are, your glorious ass mooning me.” Bree’s tone was lighthearted, her accompanying laugh melodious. Tess had missed her so much.
“And now when you hear that phrase Love you to the moon and back, you won’t be able to keep a straight face.”
Bree gave her a playful swat. “Nobody in that courtroom of yours has a clue.”
“A clue that Judge Theresa Fairchild has a lover? Has met the love of her life?” Tess made sure her throaty drawl was followed by a chuckle. “My secret identity.”
“You want my fingers wandering the smooth, rounded alabaster landscape that’s facing me?
Exploring these well-toned gluteal hemispheres?
” She lightly brushed her hand across Tess’s backside.
“Or maybe I should focus down there between those upper thighs, probing that valley of hot and bothered? Fess up, Judge Fairchild. You want to be thoroughly fucked?”
Bree was feeding Tess’s desire, escalating the need for Bree to take action. So blessed hot and bothered. Primal, carnal hot and bothered. Tess let out another sensuous moan into her pillow.
“Thoroughly fucked…now that’s a defendant’s phrase used after a guilty verdict.
” Tess swallowed a chuckle. She never would have imagined this conversation.
This kind of mind-blowing sex. This level of vulnerability.
This much peace with her decision to risk it all.
Or this feeling of burgeoning love for this woman.
“But then I’m guilty. I want you, Bree.”
“I don’t know how you do it. For someone who sits for hours in a courtroom or in chambers, you have a gorgeous ass.” Bree paused. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” As the word love passed from her lips, Tess’s heart somersaulted with the awareness that she had this much love in her life. How could she ever say those words enough? She couldn’t. And while she knew it was love, she didn’t doubt that it would grow.
“And I love this ass.” Bree leaned forward and lightly swatted it again before she kissed it.
“Kilimanjaro.” Tess groaned out the mountain’s name as she felt Bree’s hand brush down the rounded slope and then drop to skim her intimately.
“Is that code for reaching that third pinnacle? Patience, babe. We’ll get you there. Right up and over the top.”
“I meant my treadmill—credit the Mount Kilimanjaro virtual run for the shape my backside’s in.”
“Well, I think we’ve found a new peak to program into your workout routine.” And with that, Bree trailed her fingers farther into the slippery pool of liquid and heat as she began to map out the passage to that climb. To take Tess so far beyond that night at Tahoe. To bring the two of them home.
Bree found the entrance to Tess’s depth and inserted two fingers while Tess rocked back into her hand.
Bree rendered thrust after measured thrust, stroke after expert stroke, until Bree finally set her mouth to the task of drawing Tess up the incline.
She dismantled Tess’s efforts to hang onto the height without tipping over.
Bree’s teeth, her lips, her tongue, they nipped and sucked and laved at Tess’s most tender tissue.
They delivered sensations that liquefied Tess.
Tess teetered at the edge of ecstasy, but she’d passed the point of no return and couldn’t stave off the inevitable forever.
“Come on baby, let go. I’ve got you.” Bree intensified the deep strokes of fingers and tongue.
Tess crested the peak. Fire and heaven and the beauty of the moment overwhelmed her. Wave after wave of pure pleasure. She couldn’t prevent crying out. She was overtaken by their shared bliss. Of being blessed with Bree’s love. At the solace that love brought her.
Tess finally stretched forward on her front and Bree lay next to her. Yes, tonight was so much more than their last night at Tahoe had been. Tonight was about a journey that had brought them to a mutual love that would only grow, to a confirmed desire to be together.
“To the moon and back.” Tess gently traced Bree’s lips with her finger as they both laughed. Tess remembered wanting to laugh more before she’d ever met Bree. Well, that wish had come true…and so much more.