Chapter 17
Time, along with Rowan’s breath, suspended as she looked at Juniper.
“I’m in love with you too.”
Their lips crashed against each other, like a tidal wave unable to deny the pull of all the forces that created it.
All of their movements deepened and hastened with want, then need.
Rowan could feel Juniper’s back arching and her supple legs tighten their grip around her waist. She felt Juniper’s fingers slide up the back of her neck and intertwine into the short hairs on the back of her head.
It had been a few weeks since her last haircut, and for that, she was thankful for the extra length to grab.
She hungrily kissed down Juniper’s neck and across her collarbone.
She was conscious of not wanting to move too fast but was also rapidly getting lost in their heat.
Juniper cupped Rowan’s cheeks and angled her face back toward hers.
Juniper’s face was equal parts anticipation, vulnerability, and longing.
“Touch me, Rowan.”
Rowan quickly nodded her assent. She brushed Juniper’s hair from her shoulder and lightly traced her fingertips across Juniper’s collarbone where her lips had just been.
How long and how intensely had she imagined the way this moment would feel?
It didn’t even matter. It could never come close to watching her own hand slide down the front of Juniper’s breast, watching her ample flesh squeeze through her fingers and feeling the pads of her fingertips roll over her nipple.
The cool water from her hand dripped across Juniper’s flushed and sunwashed skin and caused her to gasp.
Rowan gripped Juniper’s ass harder and raised her up, taking that nipple into her mouth to lick and suck before she turned her attention to the other one.
Juniper pressed her own body up further against Rowan’s mouth.
Rowan took that as encouragement to graze her teeth along the sensitive peaked skin of her nipple.
Juniper tilted her head up to the sky in response and moaned.
“Please, I need more,” Juniper asked through gasping breaths, looking down to meet Rowan’s gaze.
“You need more,” Rowan whispered, almost in confirmation, as she met Juniper’s eyes.
Juniper’s gaze was dark as she looked down at her from her heightened position. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you need.”
Rowan only wanted to take control if Juniper wanted her to.
She wanted to learn the ways Juniper wanted to be touched.
She wanted to do it better than Juniper had ever felt before, not just because she wanted her to only crave her touch from this point forward, but also because Juniper deserved to feel everything she wanted, even things she didn’t know she could feel yet.
Juniper slid her wet body down slightly, grasped Rowan’s hand, and slid it inside her swimsuit bottoms.
“Fuck, Junie,” Rowan moaned in response to being allowed to touch her like that.
Her fingers parted as she rubbed up and down the sides of Juniper’s clit. She pulled her closer and buried her face into Juniper’s neck as she shifted to tracing circles and applying more pressure.
“Keep doing that,” Juniper moaned breathlessly.
She felt Juniper’s fingers grasp at her shoulders and arms frantically as she rocked her hips back and forth to mirror Rowan’s movements.
Juniper had set all of her curves in motion against Rowan’s body, but they were still mostly submerged underwater, and Rowan needed to see, touch, and taste every inch of Juniper’s skin.
She grabbed Juniper’s ass with both hands, and Juniper crossed her ankles behind Rowan’s back.
Rowan walked them to the beach and laid Juniper at the water’s edge on the sandy bank.
For a split second she worried someone could pass by, but they were tucked into the alcove and hidden from view behind the marsh grass.
And frankly she didn’t care. She would risk it all to get what she wanted most.
Juniper spread her legs as she leaned forward and grabbed the waist of Rowan’s boxer briefs to pull her in close. Rowan groaned at the seductive way her legs slid apart, the sheen of water on her nearly bare body.
“I want to touch you too,” Juniper smirked. “Come here.”
The things she wouldn’t do under Juniper’s command? Not much.
She closed her eyes and groaned again in anticipation of the next moment and all the other moments she could finally allow herself to fantasize about.
She pressed herself into Juniper’s body and felt Juniper’s fingers push past her underwear to start circling her clit.
She let out a long deep moan, and she passionately grasped the hair behind Juniper’s neck that had pooled beneath her on the beach.
Their kisses now reached a feverish pitch, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths, rewetting the saltwater that had started to dry against their necks and breasts.
Rowan pushed her own fingers past the fabric of Juniper’s swimsuit again.
Juniper let out a deep, needy moan. They matched each other’s pace as they built each other up.
Feeling the power her touch had to make Juniper feel this way made her feel wild with the need to give her more of it.
She didn’t want it to end, even though she knew they were both already so desperately close to coming.
“Rowan, right there. Please,” Juniper barely choked out her words.
Rowan felt a chill erupt across her own body at the fire lit behind Juniper’s eyes, her moans quickening and heightening in pitch.
“Make me come for you,” Juniper rasped her command.
“Yes, you’re going to come for me.” Her voice came out husky, and hearing those words come out of her own mouth directed at the one woman she had ever yearned so deeply for, pushed her to an almost breaking point.
For me.
Juniper silently nodded, almost at the very edge, the need burning behind her eyes. Then she let out a sharp gasp as her lower body tensed up before she arched off the sand. Rowan was completely entranced by the face of the woman she loved as she came.
Rowan almost missed her own orgasm trying desperately to drink up every flutter of Juniper’s eyelashes, every flicker of muscle tensing, the shaking of her thighs, her eyebrows pressing together at the center, the silent and intense need then fulfillment that flashed across her eyes.
But Rowan found it just in time, and she pressed her forehead into Juniper’s shoulder and dug her hands into the sand beside her as she came.
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Juniper could see her own chest rising and falling as she watched Rowan lick and kiss her way down her body.
Rowan paused to lock eyes with her and twirl her tongue around the saltwater that had pooled in Juniper’s navel sending a pulsing throb like a direct line to her clit.
Responsively, Juniper’s hips shot up seeking friction, and her hands squeezed her own breasts.
Rowan continued to kiss down her lower belly until she reached Juniper’s swimsuit bottoms, which she briefly gripped between her teeth before letting them snap against Juniper’s skin.
Just as quickly she sat back and yanked them down Juniper’s legs.
Juniper drew in a sharp breath of excitement as she watched Rowan’s resolve start to crack. Rowan tossed the bottoms to the side, pressed Juniper’s thighs apart, and paused to drink in the view before her. Juniper’s face flushed at the reverential attention, but she found her confidence again.
“How wet am I for you?” She asked.
Rowan’s eyes darted right to hers. She asked her own question. “Can I taste you?”
Juniper swallowed and nodded. Even after fifteen years, she would lose these games to Rowan.
Rowan laid herself down between Juniper’s legs, and without any preamble, swept her tongue through the full length of Juniper’s pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” A loud, panted whimper escaped Juniper as her heels skittered across the sand.
Rowan stopped to make eye contact with her. “Too much?”
“No!” Juniper nearly yelled as her hands flew into Rowan’s hair to push her further in.
The earnestness in Rowan’s voice any other time would have been sexy or endearing, but right now, Juniper needed to feel her mouth doing exactly that again, immediately.
Rowan wrapped her arms around Juniper’s thighs and squeezed her fingers into their pillowy softness to hold her in place.
Rowan licked and sucked her clit while Juniper glided her hips up and down.
Juniper slid easily against Rowan’s lips and quivered and strained against her hold as the pressure continued to build.
Within minutes, Juniper was nearly cresting another orgasm, but the open air blanketing her skin instead of Rowan made her feel too exposed.
Rowan’s body pressed against her own had made her feel safe and the loss of that coverage now made her want to come again but in a different way.
“Come back. I need to feel you inside me.”
Rowan sat up and leaned one arm back to rinse the sand from her fingers. “So good,” she murmured as she allowed herself to be pulled back up to Juniper’s mouth.
Juniper’s breath caught in her throat as Rowan’s hand moved to rest against Juniper’s pussy.
The greedy part of her wanted to chase the pressure she was so desperately seeking and lift her hips up to find it.
The raw, vulnerable part of her realized Rowan was about to touch her in what she felt was the most intimate way possible.
To be inside of her meant there was no barrier left.
Seeming to understand exactly what Juniper needed, Rowan pressed her hips against her own hand and laid her body on top of Juniper’s. She balanced her weight on her forearm and looked into Juniper’s eyes.
“Yes?” She asked as she dipped two fingers back into Juniper and circled her entrance.
“Yes,” Juniper whispered.
Rowan held her gaze as she pushed into her. Juniper’s thigh muscles clenched around Rowan’s hips at how delicious it felt to feel Rowan spread her open and take her.