Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Taylor’s hands twitched.
To touch. Grab. Bite.
No .
She wanted this to be on Sam’s terms. She needed to hold back. To let Sam explore. Let her discover. The roaring wind urged them on, ramping them up with each gust battering against the building.
She took in the depths of Sam’s blue eyes locked onto hers. The quirk of her lips as Sam leaned back in, sucking Taylor’s bottom lip into her mouth. An uncontrolled groan escaped her.
Embarrassing.
Sam let it go with a pop, running her tongue along it before claiming Taylor’s mouth, her hands landing in Taylor’s hair.
Taylor uncrossed her ankles, supporting herself more fully as she kissed Sam back, ratcheting them up to the next level. Unable to help herself, she began running her hands along Sam’s arms, her sides—giving her something, anything, to let out the pent-up energy.
Her mind was blissfully quiet, focused solely on thoughts of Sam, savouring every moment, planning everything she wanted to do to her. Sam stepped between Taylor’s legs then, her thigh pushing Taylor harder into the table. Taylor spread her legs wider to accommodate the pressure exactly what she wanted. What she needed . Sam pulled back from their kiss, Taylor’s head held in her hands.
“Why do I want to kiss you so badly?” Sam asked breathlessly, almost to herself, half-dazed, an adorable mix of confusion and want written all over her face. All Taylor could do was smile back, a stupid grin on her face, before Sam pulled her back in.
She was relentless as their tongues danced, a force to be reckoned with, and Taylor was here for it. She deepened the kiss as hands groped, kneaded, clawed. Sam’s thigh pushed into her harder, the friction driving her wild, sending heat shooting straight through her body with their rhythm.
It felt like so long since she’d been with someone who wanted her like this. It woke her entire body, making her realise how long it had really been, much longer than she cared to admit. She had to be careful as she felt the familiar threads starting to build.
The table screeched underneath them as Sam got a little too enthusiastic. Taylor lurched back before she even realised what was happening.
“Oof!” Sam grunted, landing on top of her, arms flailing out to catch herself. Taylor steadied her, laughing as Sam joined in.
“Okay, too keen,” Sam said, climbing off her ungracefully, “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable?” Her eyes flicked to the staircase.
“Are you sure?” Taylor sat up on her elbows, checking in. Sam held out her hand and pulled Taylor up, leading her to the mezzanine above.
“I am.”
As they reached the bed, a flash outside lit up the whole room, a rumbling boom following shortly after.
“Wow, that’s pretty close,” Sam uttered, her face lit by the soft glow of lights down in the storage yard.
“Yeah,” Taylor breathed as Sam reached for the edge of her knit, giving it a tug, a knowing look in her eye. Taylor grinned. “Okay, Miss Impatient.” She held up her arms as Sam untucked her shirt and pulled, both layers ending up in a heap, her eyes never leaving her.
“Even better than I imagined,” Sam whispered under her breath as she drank her in.
Taylor stood in her sports bra, goosebumps breaking out along her arms as she let Sam’s eyes roam. Paddleboarding and an active job kept her fit; her arms naturally muscular. Still, a bubbling of nerves echoed under the surface as she stood in front of Sam, feeling truly seen—raw. Lust swirled with wonder in Sam’s eyes as she dragged her hand down Taylor’s front, stopping at her stomach. She gently pushed Taylor backward until the back of her knees hit the bed.
Taylor fell, dragging Sam down with her. They crashed together, their lips finding their familiar flow as Sam began to explore Taylor’s skin in earnest. She felt warm fingertips skim along the edge of her bra, like Sam was working up the courage to take the next step.
“You can touch them,” Taylor muttered into their kiss. Then she groaned as Sam palmed her breast, running her fingers back and forth over her nipple; the friction of her sports bra only adding to the sensation. It was maddening.
“Good?” Sam murmured.
“Mmhmm,” she replied, because between the hot, open-mouthed kiss, the flicking fingers and Sam pressing into her right now, there wasn’t much room for coherent words. Not wanting Sam to miss out either, she tugged at her shirt until she got the hint, momentarily breaking them apart to pull it over her head.
Taylor took full advantage, exploring immediately with her hands, then almost gasping as Sam lowered herself back down on top of her, their bodies finally coming together for the first time. She caught Sam reacting the same way. “Wow, this feels amazing; your skin is so smooth.” She almost wiggled on top of her, feeling the press of them together.
“ This is why I love women. No scratchy beards, no chest hair—” Taylor started.
“And boobs,” Sam chimed in, sitting up on Taylor to take in the view. “I’m beginning to think I like them a lot. Specifically, yours right now.” Taylor grinned up at her. Sam pulled at the elastic band around Taylor’s bra, and it snapped back against her skin, making Taylor hiss. “Speaking of, I think these need to come off,” Sam said.
“Okay, Miss Top Energy,” Taylor teased, sitting up to pull her bra over her head.
“I have no idea what that means either— oh wow .” Sam cut herself off as Taylor threw her bra into the darkness. Then, still sitting up, she pressed herself against Sam once more, sliding her fingers up to play at the clasp of Sam’s bra. “May I?” she checked as she sent a flurry of kisses down her neck.
Sam all but whimpered, bordering on begging. “ Please .”
She prided herself in being able to deftly undo them with one hand, sliding it off Sam’s shoulders and onto the floor with the other. “Magic,” Sam said.
Taylor would show her magic.
Still sitting up, she dipped her head, closing her mouth over Sam’s nipple and sucking once, twice. Ever so slightly grating her teeth over the tip as it pebbled in her mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Sam muttered, her head tipped back, hands back in Taylor’s hair. Taylor brought her other hand up to start flicking the other nipple. Making sure to switch between the two, she kept the motion going: suck, bite, pinch. Suck, bite, pinch. Sam’s hips started to grind against Taylor’s thighs in response until she couldn’t take it anymore; she pushed Taylor back down on the bed and was on her in an instant, repeating Taylor’s movements, the sensation travelling straight to her core. Like Sam, Taylor loved boobs too. She loved lavishing them with attention, but it was even better when she received it. Sam started experimenting, rolling Taylor’s nipple around with her tongue as she pulled and kneaded her other breast, the combo driving Taylor crazy. All the while, Sam continued to seek friction on Taylor, her hips undulating against her as she explored Taylor’s body.
Sam moved her mouth to Taylor’s neck, sucking hard. That was going to leave a mark. Heat rose to her face at the thought. She wasn’t the scarf wearing kind of girl. A turtleneck maybe? No, not the time to think about— oh!
Sam changed up positions, slipping a thigh between Taylor’s legs and bringing their mouths back together. How was this Sam’s first time with a woman? Warm hands trailed up and down, igniting Taylor more than she thought possible. She needed release, and she needed it soon. Her own hips started lifting off the bed, seeking Sam’s thigh. More pressure. More friction.
Sam got the hint, her hand now at the waistband of her pants. “These need to go,” she breathed roughly. Taylor could barely nod a response as Sam rolled off her so she could help her wiggle out of them. Taylor helped Sam do the same. No questions necessary.
Another flash and boom clashed outside, amping up the already charged atmosphere in the room. There was enough light to catch each other’s eye. They were completely naked now, their underwear discarded on the floor along with their pants. Taylor sensed Sam’s hesitation. It was one thing to fool around at first base with a woman. It was a whole other ball game with what came next.