Chapter 2 #2
Holly didn’t know what she was asking until Hera leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. It lingered long enough to make Holly’s knees feel unsteady.
She blinked, stunned. “You…you didn’t have to ask.”
“I wanted to,” Hera said. “You deserve gentleness.”
Holly felt her face heat up. “You’re…really something.”
Hera laughed quietly. “I hope that’s a good thing, little spark.”
“It is,” Holly said quickly, and before she could overthink it, she leaned in and gave Hera a small, shy kiss on the corner of her mouth, quick, soft, and barely there.
Hera’s eyes widened. “Holly,” she murmured, “you’re full of surprises.”
Holly felt bold for half a second. “You started it.”
“And I’m glad I did.”
They stood, staring at each other before Hera squeezed Holly’s hand once, gently.
“Come with me, little spark,” Hera said. “My place is just a few blocks away. We can talk..or sit…or just be.”
Holly hesitated only long enough to feel her heartbeat quicken. “Okay.”
Hera’s smile was relieved. She led Holly down a quieter street, their hands still linked. The houses grew older, cozier, with ivy climbing brick walls and porch lights glowing like little fireflies.
Finally, Hera stopped in front of a small, charming house with a deep blue door and a garden that looked like it was grown with the use of a spell. Flowers were blooming that weren’t in season anymore, and vines curled up in perfect spirals.
“This is me,” Hera said softly.
Holly stared in awe. “It’s beautiful.”
Hera looked at her instead of the house. “Not as beautiful as you.”
Holly blushed, but before she could say anything, Hera pushed the door open. “Come in.”
She stepped inside behind Hera, feeling a stronger pull, yet it was gentle. Hera closed the door behind them with a muted click.
“Come here, little spark,” Hera said, voice low and velvety. She took Holly’s hand again, this time pulling her gently forward until their bodies nearly touched.
Holly’s pulse hammered. She could smell the faint trace of the café still clinging to her shirt, mixed with the light floral scent coming off Hera’s skin. Before she could think, Hera’s fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, then lingered at her jaw.
“That little kiss was a tease,” Hera murmured, a smile curving her lips. “Now I get to kiss you back properly.”
She leaned in slowly, giving Holly time to pull away, but she didn’t.
Their mouths met, fuller this time, lips parting, tongues brushing in a tentative glide that quickly turned hungry.
Hera’s hand slid to the small of Holly’s back, drawing her closer until Holly felt the press of Hera’s breasts against her own through the thin sundress.
Holly’s hands found Hera’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric. She felt the older woman’s body heat, the subtle shift of muscle beneath soft curves. Hera deepened the kiss, sucking lightly on Holly’s lower lip before breaking away just enough to speak against her mouth.
“Bedroom’s this way, little spark.”
They moved together, stumbling a little in their eagerness.
Hera’s fingers worked at the buttons of Holly’s work shirt as they crossed the threshold, pushing the fabric off her shoulders.
Holly’s bra came next, unclasped with practiced ease, and Hera’s palms covered her breasts, thumbs circling the hardening nipples until Holly gasped.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Hera breathed, lowering her head to take one nipple into her mouth. She sucked firmly, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make Holly’s knees weaken.
Holly’s fingers tangled in Hera’s red curls, holding her there while her other hand tugged at the straps of the black sundress.
The garment slid down Hera’s body, pooling at her feet.
Beneath it she wore nothing, full breasts with dusky nipples, a soft stomach, and the neat patch of red hair between her thighs, already glistening.
Hera stepped out of the dress and backed Holly toward the bed, kissing her again, deeper, wetter.
When the backs of Holly’s knees hit the mattress, Hera eased her down, following immediately.
She straddled Holly’s hips, grinding slowly so their bare skin slid together, the slick heat of Hera’s pussy brushing Holly’s stomach.
“I want to taste you,” Hera whispered, kissing down Holly’s throat, between her breasts, over her belly. She hooked her fingers into Holly’s jeans and panties, dragging both down in one motion. Holly lifted her hips to help, kicking the clothes away.
Hera settled between Holly’s spread thighs, eyes dark with want.
She ran her tongue in one long, deliberate stroke from Holly’s entrance to her clit, then sealed her mouth over the swollen bud and suckled.
Holly cried out, hips bucking. Hera’s hands pinned her thighs open while her tongue worked, circling, flicking, then pushing inside to fuck her with slow, wet thrusts.
Holly’s fingers clenched in the sheets. Every lick sent sparks racing up her spine. When Hera slid two fingers into her pussy alongside her tongue, curling them against that sensitive spot inside, Holly’s back arched hard off the bed.
“Hera—fuck…don’t stop!”
Hera hummed against her, the vibration making Holly shudder.
She added a third finger, stretching her, pumping steadily while her mouth stayed locked on Holly’s clit.
Holly’s thighs trembled. Her orgasm built fast and sharp, crashing over her in pulsing waves.
She came with a broken moan, pussy clenching around Hera’s fingers, wetness coating Hera’s chin and hand.
Hera didn’t pull away. She licked Holly through the aftershocks, gentler now, until Holly tugged at her shoulders, pulling her up for another kiss. Holly tasted herself on Hera’s tongue and moaned into it.
“Your turn,” Holly panted, rolling them so Hera lay back. She kissed down her body, pausing to suck each nipple until Hera’s breath hitched, then lower, spreading Hera’s thighs wide.
Holly pressed her mouth to Hera’s soaked pussy, tongue parting the slick folds.
She licked broad and flat, then focused on the clit, sucking it between her lips the way Hera had done to her.
Hera’s hips rolled, grinding against Holly’s face.
Holly slid two fingers inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat grip them immediately.
“Yes, little spark, fuck me just like that,” Hera groaned, one hand in Holly’s hair, guiding her rhythm.
Holly pumped her fingers faster, curling them, while her tongue worked relentless circles. Hera’s thighs tensed around her head. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around Holly’s fingers, flooding her mouth with fresh wetness.
Holly kept licking softly until Hera’s tremors eased. She crawled back up, and they kissed again, slow and deep, tasting each other. Hera pulled Holly against her chest, their legs tangling, skin damp and warm.
“Stay the night,” Hera murmured, pressing a kiss to Holly’s temple.
Holly nodded, already half-asleep against the soft swell of Hera’s breast, the taste of her still on her tongue.
When her breathing steadied, Hera could tell that she was sleeping. She grabbed her phone to look at it quickly, seeing Tabitha on Tiktok, crying about the public humiliation of a technology hack in the café. A smile curved her lips.
“Don’t be a bully and you won’t be hexed,” Hera whispered out loud. With a satisfied grin, she tossed the phone back up on the nightstand, and snuggled closer to Holly, her little spark.
“You will never have to worry, my little spark. I will always protect you from the Tabitha’s of the world.”
Amity loves to live life freely with her family. She is a historian by trade, but a passionate writer for her dreams. Anything goes when it comes to writing. You can follow Amity (AKA Kisa) on Instagram @authorkisarayen_amitygrey