Chapter Twenty-Two
T hat nod was all the permission that Danni needed.
All the permission that she’d been waiting for all night, what felt like all her life.
She could wait no more. It would take all the wild horses in the world to drag her away from this.
To drag her away from Eleanor standing against the gate in that midnight blue dress, the moonlight in her eyes, her hair swept up from her neck.
And Danni did the only thing she could.
She dropped to her knees in front of Eleanor, her hands reaching up under the wisps of skirt, grasping smooth, muscled calves and traveling upward, taking the skirt with them, uncovering the pale loveliness of Eleanor’s legs, reaching soft thighs as Eleanor gasped and leaned back against the metal gate.
Danni parted Eleanor’s legs, reaching upward until she found the rough lace and soft silk of underwear. She leaned in, placing her face against Eleanor’s center, drawing in a breath and only then realizing that what she was doing had skipped several steps. She pulled back.
“Shall I stop?” she said, before Eleanor’s face had materialized properly out of the darkness.
Eleanor was grasping onto the top rail of the gate like she might never let go, her head was tilted back slightly, her eyes were closed, her breath was coming faster.
“Not if you value your life,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Blood pounded in Danni’s veins, a shot of heat went through her core, with trembling fingers, she pulled at the delicate underwear in front of her, almost tearing it in the heat of desperation.
Finally, she yanked it to one side, pushing her hands between Eleanor’s legs, cupping her buttocks with her hands, and pulling her in, burying her face in the earthy, rich, wetness of Eleanor.
Eleanor groaned and Danni’s tongue began to move, began to lick and lap at the round hardness she found between Eleanor’s legs, dipping down into her wetness, then coming back up.
Eleanor’s hands came down, somehow tangled themselves in Danni’s hair, and Danni pressed in harder, moving her tongue faster, unsure how all this was happening so quickly, but praying to any god that was listening not to let it end.
“Oh God,” Eleanor moaned.
Danni felt her tensing, felt her thigh muscles hardening, felt her hips pushing up against her tongue, felt a pulsing and then a great release as Eleanor cried out into the night and pushed Danni’s face hard against her and shuddered so hard that Danni thought she might fall.
Only when there was complete stillness and the only sound was Eleanor’s rough breathing, did Danni finally move, leaning back, her lips full of Eleanor and raising an eyebrow.
“Well, Princess,” she began.
But Eleanor was pulling at her, yanking her back up, pulling her in and pressing her lips against Danni’s until Danni could barely breathe, until she barely wanted to breathe.
It took everything she had to pull back. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she said.
“I’ve been wanting it for a long time,” Eleanor said. Her hair was starting to come down, a tress caressing her chin. “And we are far from done.”
Already, Eleanor’s hands were at Danni’s waist, reaching for the button to her trousers .
“Oh no, Princess,” Danni grinned. “We’re not fucking in the farmyard like animals. At least not again.”
Eleanor grabbed the waistband of Danni’s trousers and twisted it, exerting an exquisite pressure that made Danni hiss in air over her teeth. “Do you make the rules around here?” she asked.
“No, ma’am,” said Danni, feeling her heart beat between her legs.
“Then you’ll do what you’re damn well told,” said Eleanor, her lips millimeters away from Danni’s. “Clear?”
“As day,” muttered Danni, desperate now for contact, desperate to move just that little bit closer, but unwilling to disobey Eleanor.
“Follow me.”
Eleanor turned and stalked away and Danni followed like a puppy, wondering how far she’d have to go, how long she’d have to wait, and knowing that the second Eleanor touched her she was likely to explode.
They made it as far as the barn.
The barn with its sweet smell of hay.
And then Eleanor was turning, pulling Danni in close again, wrapping her fingers in Danni’s hair and kissing her until neither one of them could breathe, and Danni was reaching back, fiddling for the zip to Eleanor’s dress, and pulling it down, shrugging the dress off her shoulders, leaving her pale skin exposed to the warmth of the night.
Eleanor was unbuttoning Danni’s pants and Danni thought she might die from anticipation but then thought that maybe this was the best part. Except it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
She pulled off her jacket, throwing it down onto the hay as a makeshift blanket, as Eleanor unzipped her trousers and Danni kicked off her shoes and then Eleanor was fiddling with the buttons on Danni’s shirt and Danni was stepping out of her trousers, and then there they both were.
Eleanor naked in the moonlight except those infuriating knickers, and Danni clad only in an unbuttoned shirt .
And the sight of Eleanor, her curves, her body, was more than Danni could take, she was pushing her down, bending to her as she lay on top of the dark jacket on the sweet-smelling hay.
And then she was straddling her, feeling the firmness of her body between her legs, feeling the softness of her belly as she pressed her wetness against it.
“Sure?” she asked, looking up and into Eleanor’s eyes.
“Still sure,” Eleanor said. “You?”
“You’re kidding?”
“Not in the slightest,” said Eleanor, stirring so that she pushed slightly against Danni’s center.
Danni groaned, grinding herself down onto Eleanor’s body, her breath coming in short, hot gasps. “Please,” she said, just the one word.
And Eleanor was reaching down, sliding her hand between her body and Danni’s center, and then slipping long fingers inside her, letting Danni press down and ride against her hand, letting the pressure build up and up until Danni was certain she was going to explode.
There was a short moment of perfect stillness and then it happened, a flash-flood of sensation that made Danni screw her eyes up tight and hold her breath so that the feelings could overtake her and wash over her and leave her breathless and spent until she collapsed next to Eleanor, feeling her slide her fingers out and hum in satisfaction.
“So,” Eleanor said.
“So,” said Danni, still slightly breathless.
“We seem to have broken some sort of record for speed of orgasm.”
“Not my usual style, I can assure you,” Danni said.
“Nor mine,” said Eleanor. “Although, I’m not entirely sure that I have a usual style.”
Danni reached out, trailing a hand over Eleanor’s torso, the curve of her waist, the curve of her breast, stopping only when she came to a raspberry pink nipple. “Do you not?” she said, pinching just slightly .
Eleanor hissed a breath. “Maybe I do.”
Danni grinned, leaning down and taking the nipple into her mouth, sucking gently on it until Eleanor groaned and pushed up against her again. She gave one last suck and looked up. “We could practice, see if you do?” she said.
“Practice?” Eleanor said, raising both her eyebrows. “You think after that we need practice ?”
“Mmm, maybe not,” Danni agreed, putting her hand on Eleanor’s waist and rubbing her thumb across the hipbone there. “Maybe we’re just naturals. Geniuses. Savants.”
Eleanor growled deep in her throat, her hips bucking toward Danni. “Maybe so.” She reached for Danni, gripping her shirt, pulling her closer, dropping her head and catching Danni’s breast in her mouth, sucking hard, almost, but not quite, too hard.
Danni, unable to help herself, let out a moan as she felt a flood of wetness between her legs.
“Or, at least I am,” said Eleanor, pulling her mouth away.
“Oh, are you?” Danni asked, amused.
“It appears so. And I thought we’d already established that I make the rules around here.”
Danni’s stomach contracted with wanting, needing. Her breath was coming faster again. “So you seem to think,” she said.
“Are you going to do as you’re told, or not?” Eleanor’s eyes had clouded with lust, Danni could smell her, taste her, wanted almost to be inside her skin.
“That depends,” said Danni, voice hoarse. “You haven’t actually told me what it is that you want yet.”
“Have I not?” Eleanor said. She reached up, pulled Danni down so that her lips were touching her ear. “It’s very simple,” she whispered, every syllable making the hair on Danni’s neck stand on end. “I want you to fuck me.”
That word in that accent almost sent Danni over the edge. She squeezed her legs together and felt the pulsing as Eleanor pulled her in, took her hand, put it between her legs, and then Danni gave in to all her basest desires and Eleanor moaned .
IT WAS ALMOST dawn before Eleanor was sighing, her head on Danni’s chest, and Danni was pulling her close, her legs aching and her stomach tight and every need finally sated.
“We should go to bed,” Eleanor said.
“We should,” agreed Danni.
Lazily, Eleanor trailed a finger down Danni’s stomach and Danni felt the stirring of wanting again. “Are you going to carry me?”
“Are you that much of a princess?” Danni chuckled.
Eleanor laughed. “No, I’m not. Truly, I’m not. Come on, you’re going to have to be up again in a few hours.”
“Not even a few,” Danni said, stirring and sitting up, brushing hay off her skin and finding Eleanor’s dress.
“Regretting your decisions?” asked Eleanor.
Danni looked at her, hair mussed up, makeup smudged, lips red and swollen, breasts outlined by the moonlight. “Jesus, no,” she whispered.
“Good to know.”
“You?”
Eleanor shook her head, then stopped. “Well, perhaps just one decision.”
Danni inhaled. “What’s that then?” she asked lightly, almost afraid of the answer.
“I think I’ve slept alone in your bed long enough, don’t you?” Eleanor asked, pulling her dress on and handing Danni her trousers.
Danni grinned. “Maybe so.”
“Going to miss the couch?” asked Eleanor as she slid on her shoes.
“I’ll survive,” said Danni, as she reached once again for Eleanor.