18. Addie
ADDIE
A ddie felt the warmth of Giselle’s lips lingering on her own, her heartbeat quickening in the silence between them.
She took a breath, not pulling away, letting the moment stretch as she watched Giselle closely. Giselle’s lips were still parted. Her eyes darted down to Addie’s lips.
Addie kept her gaze steady, speaking softly. “You…surprised me,” was all she could say.
Giselle’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but she didn’t look away.
“I know. I didn’t plan it. I just…” She paused, letting her words hang between th em. “It’s impossible not to want you,” she finally admitted, as if the words tasted foreign.
Addie took a half step forward, close enough that she could see the quick rise and fall of Giselle’s breathing. “You’re allowed to want things, you know,” she said gently, her eyes searching Giselle’s. “More than work. More than just being here, day after day.”
Giselle let out a small, almost reluctant smile, as though she was embarrassed. “I know that,” she said, though her gaze softened as if she didn’t believe it fully.
Addie reached up, rested a hand on Giselle’s shoulder, and felt her tense, then relax. She could feel the warmth of Giselle’s body through the fabric of her shirt.
“Then maybe…maybe you can let this happen,” Addie murmured. Her hand moved slightly, her thumb brushing the side of Giselle’s neck. “Let me happen.”
Giselle looked down briefly, her lips pressing together before she looked back at Addie, her gaze vulnerable, almost unguarded. “Addie, I…I’m not sure what I can give you,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I’m someone who…who just lets things happen. ”
Addie felt something surge within her at the admission. It was the first time Giselle had openly addressed any of the walls between them. “Then don’t think of it as letting something happen,” she replied, her fingers resting against Giselle’s jaw.
“Think of it as…” She trailed off, her smile growing. “Think of it as having something you don’t have to control. Just for once.”
Giselle’s mouth curved as she let out a soft laugh. “And you’d be alright with that?”
Addie nodded slowly, her eyes unwavering. “With you? I think I’d be better than alright.” She leaned in just enough that her forehead rested against Giselle’s, feeling the gentle warmth of her breath.
They stayed close, letting the seconds tick by.
Giselle’s hand lifted, resting on Addie’s waist, her touch light and almost tentative, but it spoke volumes.
She drew back enough to see Addie’s face.
“I think you’re…” She hesitated, words seemingly failing her for a moment.
“You’re different from anyone I’ve ever known. ”
Addie’s breath caught and she let her hand fall, catching Giselle’s fingers. “I’d say the same about you.”
Her thumb traced over Giselle’s hand, lingering and warm. Giselle’s fingers flexed slightly and she closed her eyes. “I’ve missed things like this,” she admitted, so quietly Addie barely heard her.
“Then don’t stop,” Addie replied, her voice firm yet soft, her grip steady. She looked at Giselle, her smile tender. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Giselle let out a shaky breath as she stepped forward, her other hand resting lightly on Addie’s back. “I’m…I’m not sure what’s happening between us,” she whispered, “but I don’t want it to go away. Not yet.”
Addie’s heart lifted at the words, and she felt herself pulled in even closer than before. “Good,” she murmured, feeling a sense of understanding that didn’t need more words. She looked up at Giselle, their faces just inches apart.
Then she stepped back.
“I should?—”
“Don’t go,” Giselle said.
Addie froze. She wasn’t even certain what she’d wanted to say earlier. All that filled her senses was the fact that Giselle’s voice increased the desire bubbling inside her.
She glanced at Giselle’s lips, this time letting her eyes wander as low as her breasts. She could see enough of her cleavage to make her thighs warm.
“Don’t go anywhere,” Giselle repeated in a slightly louder voice as she reached out to touch Addie’s wrist. Addie was stunned. She gently took Giselle’s hand in both of hers and stood looking at it like a bear surprised to have caught a salmon.
“Not even to lock the door?” she asked.
“You could always do that another time,” Giselle said.
Addie took half a step forward and kissed Giselle on the mouth. It was inelegant—their entwined hands were now smooshed between their bodies. But magically, astoundingly, Giselle’s tongue moved against Addie’s, and she kissed her back.
Giselle pulled away this time. “Just give me a second,” she said breathlessly.
Addie waited as Giselle breezed over to the door, smiling when the lock clicked shut. In a flash, Giselle was back in front of her, pressing her lips against Addie’s and caressing her body.
Something in Addie’s brain roared to life, and the desire she’d been fighting every day since she’d met Giselle hit her with so much force it was almost painful. She’d give anything for this moment.
She’d imagined this since that night as Josephine’s.
Addie let go of Giselle’s hand and circled her arms around her to pull her close. Giselle’s body against hers felt better than Addie could have imagined. Giselle moved her hips to press a little harder against Addie, and Addie let out an involuntary groan.
Giselle put her arms around Addie and ran one of her hands up to the back of Addie’s neck. Every movement of Giselle’s electrified Addie. Addie kissed Giselle properly then, both their mouths open, and each movement of Giselle’s tongue against hers created an even more urgent need.
It started to feel like they were both wearing ten layers of clothes, and Addie wanted them off. She moved her hand to the side of Giselle’s neck, then down her collarbone to the neckline of her white coat .
Addie let her hand rest there, still kissing Giselle urgently. Giselle reached up and guided Addie’s hand over her clothes to her breast. Addie cupped it and ran her thumb over the nipple, which she could just barely feel through the thick material.
Addie heard herself give another moan from the back of her throat, which wasn’t the most dignified sound, but luckily Giselle also groaned and arched her back to press her breast more firmly into Addie’s grasp.
Giselle pulled her face away from Addie’s and looked at her.
Addie realized how tightly she was grabbing Giselle, one hand on her boob and one on her lower back, and Addie relaxed her hold slightly, anticipating the mumbled apology and awkward goodbye she’d been dreading, but she wasn’t physically able to let go of Giselle.
Giselle moved to Addie again, stepping out of her sensible medium-heeled shoes as she did so, and kissed Addie’s mouth, then Addie’s neck, then pressed her open mouth against Addie’s skin and ran her tongue along Addie’s collarbone.
Addie gave an audible sharp intake of breath as her level of being turned on amped up further, beyond what she’d thought was possible. The reaction wasn’t just from the unexpected feeling of Giselle’s mouth on Addie’s body, but the realization that Giselle wanted Addie’s clothes off.
“Clothes?” It was all Addie could manage to get out.
“Clothes,” Giselle replied, even though it sounded more like a question.
Giselle undid the buttons of Addie’s shirt as Addie undid her pants button and short zipper. As Giselle pulled the shirt open, Addie felt a moment’s gratitude. It was early on in her washing cycle, so she happened to be wearing a new-ish pale blue lace bra and black briefs.
As Addie stepped out of her pants and flat shoes, Giselle ran her hand slowly down Addie’s side, looking at Addie’s body appreciatively until her fingers came to rest where the top of Addie’s undies met Addie’s hipbone.
Giselle reached back with both hands and undid her bra, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor.
Giselle placed both hands on the back of Addie’s neck as she kissed her. Giselle’s kisses became deeper and more uncontrolled as Addie put both her hands on Giselle’s breasts, feeling their heavy softness and the nipples starting to harden.
Addie stroked them with her thumbs. Giselle gripped Addie’s shoulders tightly and her deep breaths became soft moans as Addie brought her mouth to Giselle’s right breast and then her left, exploring with her lips and tongue until Giselle’s nipples were hard and had darkened to a deeper shade of pink.
Addie undid her own bra and slid it off. Giselle breathed in sharp bursts. The curve of Giselle’s torso up to her hips was pronounced and beautiful, her skin incredibly soft.
As Addie’s gaze slid over Giselle’s body back to her breasts, Giselle moved her hand to gently run the tips of her fingers around Addie’s still-erect nipple.
Addie inhaled sharply and met Giselle’s gaze.
Giselle smiled slightly. “I like the way you look at me,” she said.
“What do you mean?” Addie asked.
“You make me feel perfect. ”
“Well, aren’t you?”
Addie held Giselle’s gaze. She couldn’t believe she was in her office with her bra unclasped and her nipples peeking out. She could believe, however, that she loved every bit of this feeling.
“I love the way you kiss me,” Giselle said.
“I think you stole my line,” Addie replied.
Soon they were both daringly naked and Addie kissed Giselle deeply and intensely, enjoying the feeling of their bodies being smooshed together again.
Then she moved even lower, kissing Giselle’s body—her breasts, dropping to her knees to kiss her belly under her navel, and the points of her hipbones.
“You’re so—” Giselle gasped in appreciation, but she couldn’t get to the end of the sentence.
She let out another gasp when Addie kissed the inside of her upper thigh, and she opened her legs wide. Addie moved her tongue slowly up, and Giselle’s gasps became a moan of pleasure as Addie started working her clit.
Giselle started to move her hips in a rocking motion, which became slightly faster as Addie focused the motion of her tongue in long hungry strokes through Giselle’s wetness. Addie increased the pressure as she hit Giselle’s clitoris and Giselle let out a ragged sigh.
Giselle’s rocking motion increased pulling Addie’s head in tightly to grind against it.
No longer was Addie in control of the pleasure she was giving, Giselle was taking it from her and it felt incredible as Addie lost herself in the taste and sensation of her.
Giselle’s breaths became ragged as she moved against Addie, and each of her thrusts was punctuated with a loud groan of pleasure.
Then Giselle’s hand clutched the back of Addie’s neck and she moaned Addie’s name. Addie looked up at her as Giselle pulled her tightly in toward her pussy until she could barely breathe, saying,
“I want you here with me, Addie. I want you here .”
“I’m here,” Addie said nodding as soon as Giselle’s grip released enough to allow her to respond.
“Good,” Giselle said, pulling her face tightly back in and grinding hard against it .
“Yes, thats it, baby. Make me come in your mouth.” Giselle groaned deep in the back of her throat as Addie let Giselle use her face and her tongue. Addie had never experienced sex like it. She was more turned on than she thought she had ever been. Giselle’s breaths became quicker.
“Touch yourself, come with me,” Giselle looked down at her, blue eyes full of lust and Addie moved her right hand to her own desperately wanting clit feeling it happily respond within seconds.
Addie felt herself moaning into Giselle’s pussy. She felt so close. So very very close to her own orgasm.
Giselle pulled her head tight in, grinding hard, “Come for me, now,” Giselle commanded and Addie felt her body responding, her climax flooding through her in big delicious waves at the same time as Giselle cried out gripping Addie’s hair and gushing all over her face as she did so.
“Fuuuck…” cried Giselle, still gripping Addie’s hair as both their orgasms shuddered through their bodies.