Chapter 8
Suzanne mindlessly toyed with Jen’s fingers where they rested on her thigh. Silence may have surrounded them, but Suzanne felt entirely content this evening. She never had needed much in life to feel appreciative, but Jen continued to surprise her with how at ease they seemed to feel around one another. That only proved to Suzanne that her choice to ask Jen out had been the right one. Though, she didn’t need any sort of confirmation. She had known the moment she laid eyes on Jen that she wanted to explore her feelings.
And now, as they sat here, Suzanne only wanted to know more. To learn more. Maybe in time…be more. While she knew what she wanted to come of this newfound budding…relationship? Suzanne also knew that exploring one another for the time being, while not labelling this, was a sensible approach. They both had baggage; it was wise to understand what was happening here before Suzanne even dared to bring a discussion about commitment to the table. Besides, what was the harm in some fun?
“So, tonight has been even more amazing than that first date,” Jen said as she turned her head and looked in Suzanne’s direction. But all Suzanne saw were Jen’s delicious lips moving. She wanted to taste them again. She wanted that mouth to familiarise itself with different areas of Suzanne’s body. Fuck, she wanted Jen to stop talking. “And I know the mention of staying over was something we brought up earlier, but I kinda don’t want to assume?—”
Suzanne leaned in and kissed Jen, cutting her off from wherever this conversation was about to go. She wanted Jen in her bed tonight. Without a doubt. She drew back breathlessly, gazing into Jen’s eyes. “Stay over. Please.”
A smirk spread on Jen’s mouth, the hand on Suzanne’s thigh moving a little higher. Jen was a tease—Suzanne was beginning to realise that—but this night was certainly heading in the right direction. “Are you sure?”
“Do I look unsure ?” Suzanne asked, brow quirked. If this wasn’t all self-explanatory enough, then Suzanne had to try harder. Or maybe she just needed to take the lead here. After all, the look in Jen’s eyes told her exactly how her date was feeling. Jen was absolutely hot under the collar in this moment.
“N-no. I just…you’re not fucking with me here, right?” Jen sighed and shook her head. “You genuinely are interested in me?”
Yeah, Suzanne would need to take control of this situation.
She palmed a hand up Jen’s denim-clad thigh, not stopping until she reached the button on her jeans. “What do you think?” She popped the button, then lowered herself to the floor and rested on her knees between Jen’s legs. “Because as far as I was concerned, it was pretty obvious how I feel about you, Jen.”
Jen stared down at Suzanne, her bottom lip between her teeth. She lifted her hips when Suzanne curled her fingers around the waistband of her jeans, allowing the material to be removed. The moment Suzanne was met with the smooth skin of Jen’s thighs, it took everything within her not to moan. Could she savour every sensation tonight, or would there be so many more of these moments that Suzanne could just let go and enjoy whatever came next? God, she wanted to believe that Jen would want to see more of her, but the uncertainty Suzanne had lived with since John had died was threatening to put a spanner in the works. Not in this moment—one way or another…Suzanne would have this woman naked tonight—but would she still be here in the morning when Suzanne woke up?
You won’t know until tomorrow arrives.
Choosing to get out of her head for the rest of the night, Suzanne threw Jen’s jeans to the floor and inched her way back towards her underwear. “May I?”
With a huge smile plastered on her mouth, Jen nodded. “Fuck, yeah. I wish you would.” Once Jen’s underwear had joined her jeans on the floor, Jen sat forward, brought her lips to Suzanne’s, and started to unbutton the shirt she wore. The very shirt Suzanne had been dying to get off Jen since she walked through the door. As Jen pulled back, she smoothed her thumb against Suzanne’s cheek. “Whenever I kiss you, my heart starts racing.”
“Mine is racing for a number of reasons right now.” Suzanne gently pushed on Jen’s shoulder, delighting in the image before her. Jen rested back on the couch, shirt hanging open, almost shaking with anticipation. Suzanne drew her fingers up Jen’s stomach, teasing them over Jen’s bra, and then she lowered her head and kissed her way up Jen’s thigh. “God, I’ve been thinking about this moment all day.”
Jen arched her back, the sound of her breath catching only turning Suzanne on further. Was she wet for this woman? Suzanne was certain she had been since Jen left earlier today. The very brief encounter they’d had out in the hallway simply hadn’t been enough. Honestly, Suzanne wasn’t sure she would ever get enough.
Just the feel of Jen beneath her fingertips reminded her of everything she adored about women. That soft skin, the light moans, the taste she knew would tilt her world on its axis in mere moments. As Suzanne looked up at Jen with hooded eyes, the flames from the open fire danced in Jen’s. Had she always been so strikingly gorgeous?
Oh, you know she has. It’s the very reason you’re on your knees right now.
Suzanne lowered her hands to Jen’s legs and spread them. If she could just taste her, delight in Jen’s fingers tangled in her hair, Suzanne would be far more than content. She wrapped her hands around Jen’s thighs and pulled her towards the edge of the couch. When her legs spread further, Suzanne salivated. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Suzanne pressed her thumb between Jen’s lips, applying light pressure to her clit.
“S-shit.” Jen tried to fist her hands in the leather couch, moaning as she jerked her hips. “Yes. Fuck, that feels so good.”
Suzanne smiled as she looked up at Jen. “Imagine the fun I’m having.”
Jen shot forward and took Suzanne’s chin in her hand. “I need you naked, Suzanne. Right now.”
Suzanne sat back on her knees, brought her hands to the hem of her dress, and lifted it from her body. She tried to gauge the reaction to her sexy lingerie, but before she’d had time to think, Jen was also on her knees and guiding Suzanne back towards the fire.
“My God. I don’t think I’ve seen a woman more beautiful than you.” She urged Suzanne down on her back, then sat back on her knees as she admired her. The look in Jen’s eyes gave her away. The spark between them was absolutely there. Neither of them could deny it. Jen crawled between Suzanne’s legs, lowered her head, and slowly traced the tip of her tongue up Suzanne’s stomach. When she reached Suzanne’s neck, she whispered, “You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to exploring every last inch of your skin.”
Suzanne’s heart fluttered at those words, but she chose to concentrate on the throb between her legs. The further Jen moved up Suzanne’s body, the harder she pressed against Suzanne’s pussy. “Oh, God.” Suzanne found herself purposely shifting against Jen, needing that friction. “Jen, please…”
Jen drew back, this time taking Suzanne’s underwear with her. She brushed the back of her hand against Suzanne’s soaked lips, and then she gathered her wetness on the tips of her fingers, easing inside Suzanne suddenly.
Suzanne forced herself against Jen’s fingers, moaning into her mouth when Jen braced herself over Suzanne. “Oh, Jen—” Jen pushed deeper, silencing Suzanne immediately. The burn low in her stomach was intensifying, and as the heel of Jen’s hand pressed against her clit, it took everything within Suzanne not to come. “Y-yes. Oh, fuck.”
Suzanne reached out, slowly teasing between Jen’s thighs, that want in the air palpable. Jen…was soaking. She brought her hand higher, probing through Jen’s wetness, and plunged inside her. The arm holding Jen up started to shake, but she didn’t falter. “Suzanne, fuck.” Jen touched her forehead to Suzanne’s, staring deep into her eyes. “You feel so fucking good inside me.” Suzanne felt Jen tighten, her own walls throbbing around Jen’s fingers, but neither of them wanted to let go. In this moment, Suzanne wanted to get lost in everything Jen was. She suspected that would only grow with each passing day. “Shit, I’m close.”
Jen’s admission had Suzanne teetering on the edge, the sound of each movement they made floating through the quietness of Suzanne’s living room. The crackle of the fire reminded her of where they were, but as Jen pressed the heel of her hand harder to Suzanne’s clit, she lost all sense of, well…everything. All she felt was Jen, their breath mingled together as they both surged towards the peak. “Yes, just like that.” Suzanne matched every move Jen made, and as they both picked up their pace, fucking each another harder and faster, they released around one another’s fingers. “O-oh!”
Jen’s arm gave out, but Suzanne didn’t care. It meant she now had that strong, supple body pinning her to the floor. Quite frankly, Suzanne would be more than happy to remain in this position for the rest of her life.
“Suzanne,” Jen said, panting as she dropped a kiss on her neck. “Fucking hell.”
“Don’t get too comfortable there. It’s time to show me what else you’re capable of upstairs.”
Jen lifted her head, that sexy smile wide on her lips. “Oh, it would be my pleasure.”
Jen woke to Suzanne stroking her fingers against the side of her head. She wanted to turn around and make eye contact with her, but she couldn’t. Everything was too snuggly and comfortable to move from this position. Suzanne’s naked body pressed against Jen’s back, her gentle fingertips almost lulling her back to sleep, so no…she couldn’t possibly turn around just yet.
“That feels amazing.”
Suzanne pressed her lips to Jen’s bare shoulder and smiled against her skin. “Good morning. It’s nice of you to finally join me.”
Jen could only smile while trying not to moan. It seemed whenever she did so, Suzanne took matters into her own hands. Just like last night. God, it had been mind-blowing. Partly because Jen hadn’t been touched by another woman since long before her prison sentence, but mostly just because it was Suzanne doing that touching. “You wore me out. I’m blaming you.”
“And I will happily take that blame.” Suzanne rested her chin on Jen’s shoulder and sighed. “Do I have to let you go yet?”
Jen eyed the alarm clock, double-checking that it was Friday. Thankfully, she wasn’t dreaming. “No. I have nowhere to be today.”
Suzanne wrapped an arm around Jen’s waist and shifted closer. Jen didn’t know how she managed to do that; it felt as though they lay in this bed as one person. “Perfect. That means I can cook us breakfast, and neither of us has to rush around.”
“Don’t you have to work?” Jen did turn around this time. She wanted Suzanne’s mysterious dark eyes to greet her. When their gazes locked, Jen felt a blush work its way up her neck. “Or do I have the pleasure of just taking this day as it comes with you?”
“No work. I hadn’t planned to once I knew we were having dinner together last night.”
“Ah. So, what you’re saying is that you hoped I’d wake up here this morning?” Jen smirked as she brushed her knuckles against Suzanne’s cheek. “Which, by the way, feels really good.”
“Maybe I did.” Suzanne propped her head up in her hand, stroking her fingers along Jen’s collarbone. “Thank you for not disappointing me by leaving last night.”
“Yeah, I’m not that kind of woman. Unless someone asks me to leave, I’m always going to be here the next morning.” Jen would never leave a woman thinking she had been a one-night stand. It just didn’t feel right to her. “So, thank you for not asking me to leave.”
“I don’t think I was capable of much once the night was over.” Suzanne grinned, but Jen completely understood. She ached, but God, it felt good. “How are you feeling this morning? No regrets, I hope…”
Jen stared deep into Suzanne’s eyes. “I could never regret spending the night with you. Right now, I only hope there are many more nights in the future.”
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah? No regrets from you either?” Jen had wondered very briefly, but last night had ended so perfectly that Jen would have found it hard to believe if Suzanne said she didn’t want to see her again. “You’re not already going through different excuses as to why you can’t see me anymore?”
“There would have to be one hell of a reason to never want to see you again, Jen.”
Jen kept her facial expression neutral, but inside, she was crumbling a little bit. Should she come right out with the whole prison thing right now? Selfishly, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This morning was just continued happiness from last night, and it was absolutely all that Jen needed right now. Perhaps if she had the happiness of a relationship, things like a new career would come next. Something meaningful and something Jen could be proud of. Something more than the bare minimum she’d had lately.
“Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” Suzanne asked, a slight frown present.
“God, no. I was just thinking about how much I want to see you again. And again. And again.” While Jen may have been lying about that in this particular moment, she did often think about exactly that. The next time she would see Suzanne. The next time she would kiss her. The next opportunity she would have to admire this woman. Fuck, it was all she wanted to do. “Last night was great. All of it.”
“Then we should do it again sometime.” Suzanne rolled away from Jen, her naked body on display as she rose to her feet. Jen could only watch on, her bottom lip between her teeth to keep her from moaning her approval of her view this morning. Suzanne’s curves would never not satisfy Jen. “If you’d like to?”
“Oh, I’d like to.” Jen turned on her side and propped her head in her hand, taking in every last inch of skin. “Is tonight too soon?”
Suzanne turned as she slid her arms into her robe and smiled. “Not for me. But you have to work in the morning, don’t you?”
Jen lifted a shoulder, aware that the sheet around her had fallen away and Suzanne was now the one staring. “I can just be tired tomorrow. That’s no problem for me.”
“And…tonight wouldn’t cancel out our plans for Sunday?” Suzanne asked, brow quirked. “Because I have my heart set on Sunday now.”
Jen almost laughed out loud. Suzanne wanted to see her so often? Jen was one lucky bastard. “If I’m here tonight, it doesn’t change anything for Sunday.”
“Then, yes. I’d like to see you tonight, too.” Suzanne leaned over the bed and kissed Jen softly. “Give me ten minutes to sort breakfast out, and then I’m all yours again.”
Fuck. Me. Jen’s eyes closed when Suzanne drew back. “Okay.”