Chapter 32 #2
She wanted to feel more of Elizabeth, needed it like air after holding back through appetizers and small talk.
Her fingers worked the tuck free from the trousers, sliding the silk up and over the warm skin of Elizabeth’s waist, and Elizabeth hummed into the kiss, a sound that vibrated through Kelsey’s chest. They reached the sofa, and Elizabeth guided her down onto it, settling over her with a grace that made Kelsey’s breath hitch.
The trousers pooled around Elizabeth’s knees as she straddled Kelsey’s lap, the charcoal linen soft against her thighs, and Kelsey ran her hands up those wide legs, feeling the muscle tense beneath.
“You’re distracting me,” Elizabeth murmured, her lips brushing Kelsey’s ear as she nipped at the lobe, sending sparks down her neck. “That waistcoat. All evening, I kept thinking about how it fits you. So damn sexy.”
Kelsey’s laugh came out breathy, mingled with a groan as Elizabeth’s mouth found the spot below her jaw.
She had chosen the outfit that morning with Elizabeth in mind, the slim black trousers hugging her legs and the waistcoat buttoned just enough to hint at the skin beneath, no shirt to soften the edges.
It felt right for a night like this, polished enough for dinner but open in a way that screamed her own style, the bare V at her collarbone an invitation she now arched into.
Elizabeth’s words lit her up, validation twisting with desire, and she captured Elizabeth’s mouth again, kissing her hard enough to taste the faint salt of her skin.
Her hands pushed the blouse higher, bunching the silk at Elizabeth’s ribs, and Elizabeth lifted her arms without breaking the kiss, letting Kelsey peel it away.
The fabric slid off, leaving Elizabeth in a simple black bra that cupped her breasts perfectly, the straps thin against her shoulders.
Kelsey stared for a moment, her fingers tracing the lace edge, feeling the rise and fall of Elizabeth’s breathing quicken under her touch.
She looked so strong, so real, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled down at Kelsey, and something swelled in Kelsey’s chest, fierce and tender all at once.
Love. Mad, consuming love, the kind that made her want to map every inch of Elizabeth’s body, to learn the sounds she made when pleasure built slow and steady.
Elizabeth leaned down, her hair falling forward to brush Kelsey’s cheek, and kissed her deeply, tongues tangling as her hands worked the buttons of the waistcoat.
One by one, they gave way, cool air hitting Kelsey’s skin as the fabric parted, exposing her breasts to Elizabeth’s gaze. Elizabeth’s breath stuttered against her lips, and she pulled back just enough to look, her eyes darkening with hunger.
“God, Kelsey,” she whispered, her fingers skating over the newly bared skin, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked under the attention. “You have no idea what this does to me. Seeing you like this, all evening, knowing what was underneath.”
Kelsey arched into the touch, her hands gripping Elizabeth’s hips through the linen, pulling her closer until their cores pressed together, heat building through the remaining layers.
She kissed Elizabeth’s collarbone, then lower, her mouth closing over the swell of her breast above the bra, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
Elizabeth’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her, and Kelsey felt powerful, cherished, the way Elizabeth’s body responded to her like they were made for this.
She unclasped the bra with one hand, letting it fall away, and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently while her other hand slid down to the belt buckle.
The leather gave under her fingers, unlooping with a soft clink, and she tugged at the trouser waist, helping Elizabeth shimmy them off.
They pooled on the floor beside the sofa, leaving Elizabeth in only her underwear, black and simple, the kind that hugged her curves without fanfare.
Kelsey ran her hands up her thighs, feeling the smooth skin and the faint tremor there, then pulled her down for another kiss, this one urgent, bodies sliding together with friction that made Kelsey’s clit throb.
She ground up against Elizabeth, the pressure perfect, and Elizabeth matched her rhythm, her hand slipping between them to unbutton Kelsey’s trousers.
“Off,” Elizabeth breathed, her voice rough now, and Kelsey lifted her hips, kicking the trousers away along with her shoes.
The waistcoat hung open, framing her like a deliberate tease, and Elizabeth’s eyes flicked to it again, her fingers tracing the edges.
“Don’t take it off yet. I like you in it. ”
Kelsey nodded, breathless, her hands guiding Elizabeth’s between her legs, where she was already slick and aching.
Elizabeth’s fingers parted her folds, circling her clit with sure strokes that made Kelsey’s vision blur, pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
She rocked into the touch, kissing Elizabeth messily, tasting her moans as two fingers slid inside, curling just right.
Kelsey felt Elizabeth’s fingers curl deeper inside her, the pressure building in waves that started low in her belly and radiated outward, pulling her focus to the slick heat where their bodies connected.
She rocked her hips forward, chasing the rhythm Elizabeth set, her own hands gripping the smooth curve of Elizabeth’s back, nails pressing just enough to feel the muscle shift beneath her touch.
The air in the living room carried the faint scent of Elizabeth’s perfume, woody and close, mingling with the warmth of their skin as sweat began to bead along Kelsey’s collarbone.
She loved this, the way Elizabeth watched her face during every movement, those gray-blue eyes holding steady without a trace of uncertainty, like she cataloged each gasp and arch for some private record only they would share.
No one had ever looked at her like that before, not with such quiet intensity, as if unraveling her pleasure mattered more than anything else in the room.
Elizabeth’s thumb circled her clit again, firmer this time, and Kelsey let out a sound that surprised her, soft and needy, echoing off the apartment’s high ceilings.
She buried her face against Elizabeth’s neck, inhaling the salt there, her lips brushing the pulse point that fluttered faster now.
The waistcoat hung open around her shoulders, the fabric a loose frame against her bare skin, and she registered the cool leather of the sofa beneath her, contrasting the heat pressing down from above.
Elizabeth’s knees bracketed her thighs, the black underwear still in place but damp where they ground together occasionally, a reminder of how much Elizabeth wanted this too.
Kelsey’s free hand slipped between them, tracing the edge of that fabric, feeling the warmth radiate through it before she pushed it aside, her fingers finding Elizabeth’s slick folds.
“You feel so good,” Kelsey murmured, her voice muffled against Elizabeth’s skin as she slid one finger alongside Elizabeth’s rhythm inside herself, then drew it back to press against Elizabeth’s entrance.
Elizabeth’s breath hitched, her hips stuttering forward, and Kelsey took the invitation, easing her finger in slowly, savoring the way Elizabeth clenched around her.
They moved like that now, mirroring each other, Kelsey’s hand working between Elizabeth’s thighs while Elizabeth’s stayed buried in her, their mouths finding each other in messy, open kisses that tasted of wine and shared urgency.
Pleasure coiled tighter in Kelsey’s core, each thrust of Elizabeth’s fingers pushing her closer to the edge, but she held on, wanting to draw this out, to feel Elizabeth shatter first.
Elizabeth’s free hand came up to tangle in Kelsey’s hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back, exposing her throat. She kissed there, teeth grazing the skin in a way that sent sparks down Kelsey’s spine, then whispered against her ear. “I want to feel you come. Let go for me.”
The words landed like permission, unraveling the last thread of restraint Kelsey had clung to all evening, from the candlelight flicker at dinner to the quiet cab ride where their knees had brushed without pulling away.
She had chosen the waistcoat that afternoon because it felt bold, the kind of outfit that said she belonged in Elizabeth’s world without apology, but now, with Elizabeth’s body arched over hers, it all blurred into something simpler, something real that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Kelsey’s hips bucked harder, her finger curling inside Elizabeth to match the motion Elizabeth gave her, and the dual sensation flooded her senses, the wet slide of skin on skin, the faint creak of the sofa as they shifted.
She watched Elizabeth’s face, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parted on a silent exhale, and it tipped her over. The orgasm built suddenly, crashing through her in sharp, rolling waves that made her thighs tremble and her breath come in short bursts.
She cried out Elizabeth’s name, the sound raw and unfiltered, her body clenching around those fingers as pleasure ripped through her, leaving her boneless and gasping.
Elizabeth didn’t stop, drawing it out with slow strokes until Kelsey whimpered, oversensitive and spent, her hand falling away from between Elizabeth’s legs.
Elizabeth withdrew her fingers gently, bringing them to her lips for a taste that made Kelsey’s spent body twitch with aftershocks.
She leaned down, kissing Kelsey deeply, sharing the flavor of her on her tongue, and Kelsey melted into it, her arms wrapping around Elizabeth’s waist to pull her closer.