Chapter Nineteen
S ienna looked out of the cab window and saw the window of her small apartment alight with the lamp she had left on before she had gone out. Cocktails had been the right choice, both for liquid courage and for breaking that last string of formality that had existed between her and Debs.
They had never been formal, and they’d sat across from each other at dinner and lunch more times than she could remember. But tonight, after their kiss on Saturday and the anticipation of seeing where this could go, the distance across the table had felt too great. The need to be next to her, to feel everything about Debs, calmed the swirl of emotions she had long become accustomed to; the touch of her fingers as she brushed out along her arm, the way she leaned in closer than necessary to speak directly into her ear, the kiss she pressed to her cheek before she pulled back. Sienna cleared her throat, remembering that actually that action had done anything but calm her.
That increasingly familiar and welcome squeeze of her hand brought her out of her daydreaming, and Sienna turned to face Debs, her face just being cast in the late setting sun of the evening.
“Thank you for a—”
“Would you like to come in?” Sienna cut her off before her bravado left her. “You said you were curious about my flat.”
Debs smiled, her eyes crinkling with affection. “I am, but I also wouldn’t want to overstep.”
“No, please. Come in.” Sienna leaned in closer to her, pulling on the memory of the way that Debs had practically melted when she had kissed her in the restaurant and every other kiss since to keep her strength. She needn’t have worried about stepping out of line, though, when Debs’ mouth met hers in another hungry kiss, both of them pouring their need to stay close to each other into every brush of their lips.
Reluctantly breaking away from each other, Sienna slipped out of the car, her hand tangling with Debs’ as she led her up the path to her front door. Once through it and into her own flat, which she was grateful was on the ground floor thanks to the heels that were currently pinching her feet, she stepped back, letting Debs take in the space around her. She watched as she slowly wandered forward, looking around her small home.
“Make yourself at home.” She leaned against the wall to slip her shoes off, sighing when her bare feet touched the plush carpet.
“You okay?” Debs asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah. I’m just not used to wearing heels after running around all day in trainers. And tonight’s the second time in a week.”
“You could have worn trainers if you were more comfortable,” Debs said as she walked over to Sienna. “I personally think you look great in your uniform.”
“Duly noted.” Sienna gave a smirk. “I guess that’s the advantage of not being the big boss. I imagine you don’t really get the choice to do casual in the office.”
“In the office, no. But I do have some flat shoes I can wear if I need to. Heels aren’t always practical for a building site.” Debs smiled before turning back around. “Your flat is very—”
“Tiny? Yeah, I know, but it’s only me, and rent’s not cheap even on the outskirts of the city.”
“I was actually going to say homely. Cosy.” She glanced back over her shoulder again. “You.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” Sienna moved into the kitchen. “Would you like another glass of wine or a coffee?”
“I would love a wine, but I need to remember I have to work tomorrow. So I better take the coffee.” Debs’ voice drifted, and Sienna could tell she was moving through the flat. “Max was right—this place does rival their shop.”
Sienna chuckled, flipping on the kettle and prepping two mugs for their coffee. She couldn’t afford the fancy beans-to-cup machine Debs had in her kitchen, but at least bought the good instant coffee. “You have Steve; I have my plants.”
“You talk to your plants?”
“Sometimes. Does that make me sound crazy?”
“I’ve just bought a cat for conversational purposes. What do you think? Oh, I didn’t realise how beautiful this was.”
Sienna walked into the living area at Debs’ exclamation, finding her staring at the Bird of Paradise sitting by her window. Over the past four days, the blooms which had just started to peek through when Debs had gifted it had opened more, bright fiery orange petals displaying proudly, in the centre of which was a splash of rich cobalt.
“They really do look like birds flying…” Debs whispered.
“Mmhmm.” Sienna came to stand next to her, nudging her shoulder with her own. “Thank you again. It really is the loveliest gift anyone has ever given me.”
The look Debs returned was one that was simmering with unresolved tension. Sienna stood still as Debs turned, ghosting her fingers across her cheek and cupping her chin in an almost possessive manner, which Sienna was quickly becoming far too fond of. Sienna watched as Debs paused, a silent question before Sienna closed the gap between them once again. Kissing Debs was fast becoming something Sienna craved, the pull too great to ignore, a drug she couldn’t get enough of. The way they had moved from tentative and gentle in their first kiss to the hunger and desire that now laced every touch of their lips was a testament to just how everything else had been. Nothing had ever felt forced, had felt difficult or a chore between them, and it was as if now they had given themselves permission to explore this thing between them they couldn’t hold back. Sienna let her hands glide over the soft fabric of Debs’ top, feeling her curves underneath, yearning to feel, touch, experience more. She trailed her kisses across Debs’ jaw, teasing the skin of her neck, smiling into the skin as Debs arched it ever so slightly as if baring it to her to claim. Deft fingers played with the hem of her top, inching it up slightly to feel the smooth skin of her waist, and she could feel goosebumps erupt across Debs’ body with the delicate touch.
“What do you need, Debs?”
Sienna repeated Debs’ own words back to her before lathing her tongue over her pulse.
“I need to get this right,” Debs whispered, breathy and shaky, sending a bolt of pride shooting through Sienna that she was the cause.
“Does this feel right?” Another kiss, placed just underneath her jaw, punctuated Sienna’s question.
“Yes. I’ve trusted my instincts on everything so far, and they’ve not let me down.”
“What are your instincts telling you now?” Sienna pulled her hands from underneath Debs’ top, running them up and down her sides in an attempt to settle her. While she wanted nothing more than to keep heading in the direction this seemed to be going, she also wanted Debs to be in the same place.
“That I don’t want this evening to end. That I’ve not felt this turned on in months, maybe longer, and I really,” Debs tangled a hand in Sienna’s hair, gently urging her to look upwards, leaving a brief kiss on her lips, “really want to do something about it.”
Sienna pulled Debs in for a bruising kiss, all the confidence and permission she needed to hear in that simple acknowledgement that Debs, too, had spent all evening feeling this pull to be closer to each other. And while Debs said her instincts were leading her, Sienna was aware of just how much of the leading Debs had done to ensure Sienna knew this was something she wanted. Now it was Sienna’s turn.
She walked them both backwards, grateful that her flat was small enough to navigate through in just a few steps, hearing Debs’ breathy chuckle as she felt herself still manage to bump into the dresser by the bedroom door, but in the moment, with Debs’ hands wound in her hair, she couldn’t care less about the bruise she would no doubt be sporting in the morning.
Once safely in the confines of her bedroom, she once again let her fingers wander underneath the silky fabric of Debs’ top, pulling it higher.
“Can I?” she asked, pausing as she reached her breasts.
“Please.” Debs lifted her arms, and Sienna peeled the top off, letting it drop to the floor as her fingers quickly found the swell of her breasts. As they traced the delicate fabric of her bra, Debs kicked off her own shoes, bringing them back down to stare at each other. Sienna took the moment, wanting to savour every piece of the incredible woman in front of her, memorising her body with her fingertips. Dragging them along her stomach, she pulled back and studied where smooth skin gave way to slightly puckered, rough scarring and looked back up at Debs.
“Thea was a C-section baby,” Debs explained.
Sienna splayed her hand across the scar, leaning in to kiss Debs as she filed away another piece of information about the amazing woman in front of her. There wasn’t anything Debs could do or say that would make her any less attractive to Sienna. She thought maybe when she had described her as her perfect woman to Max, there was some exaggeration, but with each day, each detail of her life, Sienna was only falling harder for her.
She guided Debs backwards, urging her to sit on the bed, and she got to her knees in front of her, hands resting on the button of her jeans.
“Are you sure?” she asked, needing to know that this was exactly what Debs wanted. She would hate for any of this evening to be tinged with uncertainty, with regret that they had moved too fast or gone too far. When Debs’ own hand covered hers, moving her fingers away to flick open her own button and pull down the zipper, Sienna leaned forward, pressing hot kisses into the bare skin of her stomach, imparting extra affection as her lips trailed over the scar. She felt Debs’ fingers find their place in her hair again, holding her close as she traced and teased patterns with her tongue, mapping every inch of the beautiful body in front of her.
“Up,” Sienna commanded, her fingers folding over Debs’ waistband and pulling the skin-tight denim down her long legs, throwing them somewhere into the room behind her to find later. Her mouth once again worshipped the new skin she had exposed, Debs’ fingers scratching at her scalp with a pleased hum from deep in her chest. Sienna nipped gently at her hip bone, earning herself a sharp intake of breath, before peppering kisses down her thighs. The scent of Debs’ arousal clouded her head, making her own core ache and throb with want.
“Sienna, baby. I need—”
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I need to touch you, too. Please.”
The desperation in Debs’ voice was nearly Sienna’s undoing, and the want was so obvious and clear that Sienna couldn’t deny her. She stood, pulling her own vest over her head, exposing the black lace bra she had chosen, a thrum running through her as she saw Debs’ eyes darken at the sight. Unbuttoning and pushing her own jeans down her legs, she kicked them to the side, revealing the matching underwear.
“You are stunning,” Debs uttered, reverence lacing every word.
“So you keep telling me.” Sienna crawled onto the bed, urging Debs onto her back with her own body. “I’m starting to believe you.”
As their bare skin touched, Debs let out a long sigh, as if she had been missing the feel of Sienna against her and something had settled with the contact. Sienna felt the sure stroke of Debs’ hand as it travelled down her body, over the swell of her hip, across the fullness of her backside, fingertips slipping underneath the elastic of her lace underwear. Each touch was reverent yet sure, as if Debs knew with absolute certainty what it was she wanted, just like with everything else she had bestowed upon Sienna.
“Good. Because I’m going to keep saying it.”
Sienna captured Debs’ mouth, momentarily distracting the fingers that were creeping closer to where she desperately wanted them, determined she was going to be the one who made Debs come first. As she brushed her tongue against Debs’, stealing the breath from her lungs, her hand blindly found its way past the waistband of her underwear, skimming over her to find her soaked centre. Humming low and deep into Debs’ open mouth, she swirled her fingers through her wetness, feeling Debs tremble against her.
“Shit, Sienna. That feels…”
“Good, babe?”
“Yes. So good. Fuck!”
Sienna held back the smirk of pride she felt knowing that she was responsible for Debs’ uncharacteristically stuttering exclamations, instead focussing on exploring her body, the long strokes of her fingers matching the pace of her tongue as it licked into Debs’ mouth.
She circled Debs’ clit again, her rhythm faltering when she felt Debs’ first touch against her, sending shocks through her body. She was so engrossed in the feel of her, she had failed to notice her hand slip between them and finally reach its destination.
“Oh.” She let her head fall onto Debs’ shoulder, panting heavily into her sticky skin, only now realising just how close she was herself. An evening of flirting and tender touches, leading to having Debs pinned underneath her, had gotten her so wound up, she felt like she would implode with just a few strokes of those deceptively elegant fingers.
“Fuck, Sienna.” Sienna had the thought to register just how much she loved hearing her name uttered like that, full of wonder and praise and desire. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Sienna couldn’t think of a response, instead focussing all her effort on pleasuring the gorgeous woman beneath her. She circled her clit again, wetness coating her fingers, nudging a spot which made Debs’ grip on her hair tighten and her breath gasp in her ear.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Debs whimpered, and Sienna found that spot again, lavishing it with attention until Debs was trembling as she trailed open-mouthed kisses up the column of her neck. “Oh fuck!”
Debs came, back arching exquisitely as she pushed into Sienna’s body, head thrown back and mouth open on a silent cry of pleasure. Sienna’s gaze darted over every inch she could take, wanting to savour every moment and lock it away; the way her long neck stretched elegantly, the visible thud of her pulse under her skin, the heave of her chest as she sucked in a lungful of air. Everything about this woman was beautiful, and Sienna watched as she slowly came back to her body, relaxing boneless and spent into the mattress, the grip around her shoulders loosening but never quite letting go. Sharp, crystal eyes fluttered open, regarding Sienna with a look of adoration. Sienna was almost painfully aroused after watching Debs ride through her orgasm, but she desperately tried to push it to one side, ignoring it in favour of ensuring Debs was content, despite the feel of her arousal dripping down her fingers, which still remained pressed against her.
“That was…”
“Okay?” Sienna asked.
“So much more than okay.” Debs grinned, mischievous and sly, as she pulled Sienna in close to her, capturing her mouth in another all-consuming kiss. “So, so much more than okay.”
She felt Debs wrap her arm around her back before she suddenly sat up, forcing Sienna to straddle her lap. The movement caused the fingers Debs still had held against her clit to slide, and Sienna couldn’t help the moan that tumbled from her lips. “I think you thought it was more than okay, as well.”
“Yes,” Sienna said on an exhale. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
Debs trailed her mouth across Sienna’s chest, lathing her tongue over her nipple through the lace of her bra.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Debs muttered into her flesh, and Sienna didn’t know why she would think Debs would be any less attentive during sex than she was any other time. Whenever they were together, Sienna felt like she was Debs’ sole focus, and here, in the privacy of her bedroom, it was like they were the only two people in the world. Sure fingers circled her clit once more before dipping down lower.
“Can I?” Debs asked, and Sienna could burst from the care she was showing her. With a lift of her hips, she answered the question, and Debs sunk into her. “Fuck,” she groaned, and Sienna had to agree with the sentiment.
She rolled her hips, Debs quickly matching her pace, her lips kissing every inch of skin she could find, the fingers of her other hand trailing up and down her spine before closing to grip against Sienna’s hip. Sienna knew it wasn’t going to take a lot, hours of subtle foreplay building into watching Debs fall apart underneath her, pushing her close to a precipice she was more than willing to fall over. She dug her short nails into Debs’ shoulders as she held herself steady, needing an anchor to keep her grounded and remind her that she was there.
“Beautiful,” she heard whispered, and she forced her eyes open to see Debs gazing up at her through hooded eyes. Even now, in the throes of passion, she felt a blush rush through her body at the declaration, but as Debs’ fingers skillfully found that spot within her that made her want to scream, she couldn’t think about it.
“Babe…”
“You’re close, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel how close you are.”
“Fuck, Debs…” Sienna could feel every muscle in her body tense in anticipation, pulled tight and ready to snap.
“Let go for me, baby. Let me see how stunning you are when you come.”
With a scream, the tension in her body reached a crescendo, and she shook as the force of her orgasm rolled through her. She dropped her head, burying her face in Debs’ shoulder as her fingers slowed, aftershocks radiating through her body. Gentle words of praise echoed through her, the soothing caress of Debs’ fingers against the skin of her back, their bodies pressed together in the hot evening air.
“Beautiful,” Debs murmured once again.