Chapter 5
FIVE
Laurel closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of Dana’s touch.
Of course she was good with her hands, being a surgeon in her own right.
Those nimble fingers toyed with Laurel’s clit, rubbing and tapping until it was all Laurel could do to keep herself upright.
Her knees shook. Her chest heaved. And then she was coming, pleasure radiating from her core in powerful waves that left her gasping.
Oh. Oh wow. She’d forgotten the thrill of being touched by someone new, and this encounter was new in so many ways.
Fuck, she’d enjoyed that, and she had the sense they were just getting started.
Dana was going to give her a thoroughly memorable first experience with a woman, that was for sure.
Laurel opened her eyes to find Dana watching her with a slightly smug expression, her pupils blown with desire. “Wow.”
“I’ll say,” Dana said. “I don’t think my front door’s ever gotten this much action.”
Laurel managed to laugh, despite having just realized Dana’s fingers were still nestled between her thighs, stroking lightly. Already, Laurel felt the first stirrings of arousal again.
I’ll make sure you come as many times as you need.
Dana’s words echoed in her head, a claim that had sounded somewhat bold in the moment but now felt like a promise.
Laurel didn’t usually come more than once during sex, but maybe that had been because Brian usually fell asleep once he came, not because Laurel herself had been spent.
Suddenly, tonight felt more promising than ever.
“Bedroom?” Laurel asked, trying to sound authoritative instead of simply needy.
Dana picked up Laurel’s panties and handed them to her with a smirk, then led the way through the living room to a small but well-appointed bedroom.
The maroon patterned blanket on the bed looked soft and inviting, and a variety of art on the walls gave the room a sense of sophistication.
Laurel made a mental note to get more art for her own bedroom.
Her apartment felt rather bare at the moment, as she made the transition from marriage to the single life.
Now it was time—past time—to make it feel more like home.
Dana was kissing her again, pressing their bodies close, and Laurel loved everything about this.
She reached for the buckle on Dana’s pants, feeling the way her breath hitched as Laurel unfastened it and then pushed down the zipper to bare the front of Dana’s black lacy panties.
She pushed Dana’s pants over her hips, revealing those sexy panties in their entirety, and she knew for certain in that moment that Dana had worn them for her.
Dana had rushed home after work to get ready to meet Laurel, and she’d dressed for the possibility that Laurel might see her underwear before the night was over. That was… Laurel throbbed at the thought, because goddamn it was sexy. Dana was sexy.
Laurel turned her attention to Dana’s top next.
That silver, shimmery fabric had been taunting her all night with the way it drew her gaze to Dana’s cleavage.
Now it joined Dana’s pants on the floor, revealing a matching black lacy bra.
Laurel traced her fingers over Dana’s bra and then her panties, intoxicated to finally feel a woman’s body beneath her fingertips.
Dana was lean and muscular like a runner.
Laurel knew the look because she ran too.
It was an excellent way to stay in shape for a job that required her to be on her feet for long hours at a time, and an excellent way of blowing off steam after a difficult shift.
Dana had looked somewhat haunted earlier, but her stormy gaze held nothing but heat now.
Laurel cupped her over her underwear, feeling the dampness of her arousal through that black lace.
Dana gasped at the contact, and Laurel felt it in her own clit.
Feeling bolder now, she carefully removed Dana’s bra and underwear, revealing the full wonder of her body, small pert breasts and a neatly trimmed vee of hair between her thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” Laurel said, her tone unexpectedly reverent.
“So are you,” Dana responded. “But as much as I love this red dress—and I really do love it—it’s time for it to go.”
“Agreed.” Laurel reached for the zipper at her side, only to have Dana nudge her hand aside so she could lower it herself.
The dress gaped open, and Laurel pushed it to the floor, remembering belatedly that Dana had already taken off her panties.
Now Laurel wore only a red satin bra, which Dana was already unfastening.
Then they were both naked. Dana pressed herself against Laurel, warm sweat-damp skin meeting hers, and god, it felt good.
As a doctor, Laurel was comfortable with nudity, both her own and other’s.
But she’d never touched a woman. Hell, she hadn’t touched anyone but her husband and herself in too many years.
That changed now.
Embracing her desire for women included giving, not just receiving.
Laurel wanted to distract Dana from the sadness she’d sensed in her earlier.
She wanted to give her as much joy and pleasure as possible.
Laurel reached between their bodies, slipping a hand between Dana’s thighs.
“Oh,” she murmured with surprised appreciation. “You’re so wet.”
“What can I say?” Dana’s eyes blazed into hers. “I really enjoyed getting you off.”
“I’m really going to enjoy getting you off too.” Laurel moved her fingers, familiarizing herself with Dana’s anatomy, her wet, swollen folds and there, her clit.
Dana’s hips jerked when Laurel touched it. “You’re a quick study.”
“I’ve been through med school. I certainly hope I’m familiar with human anatomy.”
“Yet you operate on brains for a living,” Dana teased, her breath hitching as Laurel pressed harder against her most sensitive part.
“I do.” She stroked Dana, watching closely to see what she liked, what made her gasp.
Soon, her fingers were swirling in fast circles around Dana’s clit, and Dana had her arms over Laurel’s shoulders, her hips bucking wildly.
She gasped and swore and came with a shout, grinding herself against Laurel’s fingers before she dragged her backward onto the bed. They landed in a tangled heap.
“Fuck me,” Dana gasped, panting for breath.
“I think I just did.”
“Fuck yes, you did.” Dana lay flat on her back, breathing heavily with Laurel sprawled across her. One of Dana’s thighs rested against Laurel right where she ached, and she pressed herself a little more firmly against that warm, smooth skin.
Dana cocked an eyebrow. “Ready for more?”
“Seems that way.”
Dana gripped Laurel’s hips, inviting her to grind against Dana’s thigh. This was all so different than she was used to, and maybe that was what made it so exciting, or maybe it was Dana herself, who was watching through hooded eyes as Laurel moved against Dana’s thigh.
Then one of Dana’s hands was between them, her finger brushing against Laurel’s clit, and she couldn’t contain her moan. Fuck. Maybe they really could do this all night. Right now, it certainly felt possible. Right now, everything felt possible.
Just as suddenly, Dana flipped them, and Laurel found herself flat on her back against the maroon blanket.
This had never been a position she enjoyed…
far too missionary for her taste, not to mention too submissive.
Dana hovered over her body, then dipped her head to lavish one of Laurel’s breasts with her mouth while her thigh pressed into Laurel’s pussy, providing a delicious friction.
Oh. Well, that might be worth changing her opinion.
“Do you like my mouth?” Dana asked, glancing up to meet Laurel’s gaze before she swirled her tongue over Laurel’s nipple, drawing it into a tight bud.
“God, yes. I think I might love your mouth.”
“You think, hmm? Let’s see if I can convince you.” Dana licked her way across Laurel’s chest to her other breast, sucking and kissing, each flick of her tongue resonating in Laurel’s clit.
God, she’d needed this. She’d been so overdue for a night of mindless passion, and maybe Dana had been too. Maybe they both needed this night…and each other.
Dana kissed her way down Laurel’s stomach, and Laurel marveled that she felt comfortable with this level of intimacy with a woman she’d just met.
She hadn’t had many one-night stands, and she’d never let anyone go down on her this soon.
It left her feeling too exposed, too vulnerable, which was something she’d never been able to tolerate.
But she didn’t feel vulnerable with Dana. She and Dana had gone toe-to-toe since the moment they met, and Laurel had been thrilled and captivated by every moment they’d shared. Dana was her intellectual match, and apparently, that extended to the bedroom.
“How do you feel about my mouth now?” Dana asked, sliding her tongue over Laurel’s hip bone, tantalizingly close to where she ached for her.
“Becoming more fond with every moment,” Laurel said, her voice annoyingly breathless.
Dana winked, and then she dipped her head, pressing that talented tongue against Laurel’s clit.
Laurel made a needy sound she wouldn’t have recognized as coming from her own throat.
Dana wasted no time now, flicking her tongue back and forth against Laurel’s clit until she was writhing against the bedspread.
Dana pressed two fingers against her entrance, glancing up as if to seek permission, and Laurel nodded somewhat desperately.
Immediately, those fingers pushed inside her, beginning to stroke in and out as Dana’s tongue continued to lavish her clit. She alternatingly licked and sucked and swirled, changing her pattern whenever Laurel thought she knew what to expect, and it was wonderful, so fucking wonderful.
Already, she was close, holding on for dear life in an attempt to enjoy this exquisite pleasure for as long as physically possible. She rocked her hips to Dana’s rhythm, vaguely aware she was gasping and moaning all sorts of nonsense like “that’s so fucking good” and “please don’t stop.”
And then she was coming, groaning as her orgasm peaked, waves of delicious pleasure rolling through her system. When she’d regained her senses, she looked down at Dana, who lay between Laurel’s thighs with a satisfied smile.
“It’s official,” Laurel said, her voice rough. “I love your tongue.”
Laurel woke to find a white cat a few inches from her face, staring at her with alarming intensity. She blinked, automatically scooting backward away from it, and that was when she registered the warm body behind her.
“Mm,” Dana mumbled.
“Your cat’s staring at us while we sleep,” Laurel said, earning a sleepy chuckle against her shoulder.
“Cats are creepy like that.”
She was fully awake now, a skill that came from years of working odd hours and being on call, the ability to go from deep sleep to wide awake in the span of several heartbeats.
Soft daylight filtered into the room. Laurel hadn’t necessarily meant to spend the night.
Dana hadn’t invited her to stay. They must have just passed out after however many rounds of mind-blowing sex last night.
Or earlier this morning, if one were being technical.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she said by way of an apology, in case she’d overstayed her welcome.
“Not a problem.” One of Dana’s hands slid around her waist, drawing Laurel closer against her. “I enjoyed the company, and besides, it was practically daylight before we called it a night. I’d say we both earned a few hours of sleep.”
“Do you have to work today?”
“Yes, but not until eleven.”
Laurel rolled to face her. Dana was even more beautiful first thing in the morning.
She must have gotten up at some point, because she’d removed her makeup, and now she was barefaced in the soft light, revealing laugh lines around her eyes and pale freckles over her cheekbones that Laurel hadn’t noticed last night.
She found herself even more captivated by this unguarded, early morning version of Dana. Hell, Laurel was captivated by her in general. She hadn’t been looking for more than a fun night, but…
The white cat crawled between them, purring loudly as it began to knead the sheets.
Dana chuckled. “This is Edith. She’s a bit of a drama queen.”
“So I see.” Laurel gave her a tentative rub, and the cat purred even louder.
“I’ll be checking on your stray dog when I get to work,” Dana said. “I wasn’t on call last night, so I’m curious to see how she’s doing.”
“I’m curious too,” Laurel admitted. “You’ll keep me posted?”
“You’re paying her bills, so that’s a definite yes.”
“Good.” And maybe, just maybe, Laurel would do a little sleuthing when she got home to see if her building allowed pets and if there were any dog walkers in the area so she might be able to fit a dog into her life despite long hours spent at the hospital.
Maybe she’d even ask for Dana’s number…her personal number, not the number for the hospital. Laurel wasn’t a timid person. Generally, she had no problem asking for what she wanted, but she was unaccountably nervous about this, and she wasn’t sure why.
Dana kissed the top of Edith’s head, and Laurel felt herself smiling, surprised at the warm sensation in her chest. Oh. She liked Dana. She really liked her. And she wanted this to be more than just sex. Huh. That was unexpected.
Laurel drew in a deep breath. “Dana…”
“I’d like to see you again,” Dana said, eyeing her out of those watchful blue-gray eyes. “If you’re interested in more than one night.”
“I am.” Laurel didn’t even try to hide her enthusiasm. She’d just gotten out of a marriage full of lies. Her next relationship should be built on openness and truth. “In fact, I’d like that a lot.”
Dana smiled, a different kind of smile than Laurel had seen before, wide and luminous. It brightened her whole face. “I’m awfully glad I was on call when you came in yesterday. I was having an absolutely terrible day, and you really turned it around.”
“You turned my day around pretty nicely too.”
Dana’s eyes sparkled playfully. “Maybe for our second date, we can meet before midnight.”
“Maybe, but then again, midnight turned out to be pretty lucky for us the first time.”
“True. Maybe it’ll become our signature thing…meeting at midnight.”
“I wouldn’t say no to that.”
Dana leaned in for a kiss. “Neither would I.”