CHAPTER 26
E lisa had been brave. She had actually gone after what she wanted, and God, had she gotten it and then some.
Myra was drop-dead gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it.
Well, sexy would be another way, but Elisa’s brain wasn’t fully functioning at the moment because Myra had quite possibly just fucked it into oblivion.
They still stood against the back of the front door, though Myra was more standing, and Elisa was more or less being held against it because her legs were wobbly, and she couldn’t stand on her own.
“Should we maybe go upstairs now?” Myra asked as she withdrew her fingers.
“Yes, but I’m not sure I can walk,” she admitted.
“I’ll be right there with you,” Myra replied and kissed her sweetly. “Let’s go to bed.”
Elisa wasn’t sure if Myra meant to go to sleep, but she didn’t ask her because she knew there was no way she was going to let Myra sleep without touching her first. When Myra leaned over to pick up the bag she had dropped when she’d walked in, Elisa managed to stand on her own.
She moved away from the door and tested her legs.
They appeared to be working well enough to make it up the stairs, but then, she remembered that she was naked.
Myra was still half-dressed, and while Elisa watched her kick off her shoes and stand up fully with her bag in her hand, it hit her.
For the first time since they’d started, her lack of self-esteem hit her, and she wrapped her arms around her body.
Myra noticed and smiled at her. She ran her hands over Elisa’s arms and slowly pulled them back .
“It’s just that I… had kids. Two of them at once. I’ve got–”
“An amazing body,” Myra interrupted. “That I want to touch all over. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You are very beautiful. And sexy. I want all of you. Let me show you, please?”
“You just did.”
“That was just to start. I want to kiss you everywhere,” Myra said. “Everywhere,” she repeated.
Elisa swallowed as she nodded, deciding that she could walk up the stairs, with Myra behind her, and only be a little self-conscious. Myra took her hand, recognizing what Elisa was thinking somehow, and led the way up the creaking stairs instead.
“I’ll fix those.”
“Huh?”
“The stairs. I can fix those,” Myra said.
“Oh. I didn’t even notice,” she replied when they got to the top.
“I’ve never been upstairs here. Where’s your room?” Myra asked her.
“Um… here,” she said and pointed to the right to the open door.
Myra pulled her in and dropped her bag on the floor. As she looked around the room, Elisa wondered what she thought about it but decided to ask her tomorrow.
Then, Myra looked over at her and asked, “Are you cold?”
“I’m naked,” she reminded.
“I know.” Myra wiggled her eyebrows at her.
“You’re not,” Elisa noted.
Myra let go of her hand and said, “You can get on the bed if you want.”
Elisa swallowed and moved to the bed. She pulled back the blanket and climbed under it, pulling it over her.
“You’re under the blanket. That cold?”
“No, you just said to go to the bed. ”
Myra nodded and asked, “Did you and… Was it usually under?”
Elisa was embarrassed and felt the flush creep over her cheeks.
“Yes. In the dark.”
Myra seemed to realize then that the lights in the room were off and the only light streaming in was from the hallway light. She flipped the switch and turned back to Elisa.
“I want to see you if that’s okay,” she said as she pulled her jeans down her body and kicked off her socks next. “And above the blanket. We’re about to get really hot and sweaty.”
Elisa smiled at her and replied, “That wasn’t an issue… before.”
Myra pulled off her boy shorts and stood there, right in front of Elisa’s bed, naked.
Elisa’s eyes raked over her body. Myra was muscled in all the right places from her work and curvy in all the right places because she was a woman.
God, Myra was a woman, and Elisa was about to be touching her.
She nodded and shoved the blanket aside.
Myra moved until she was on top of her, and Elisa kissed her as Myra’s weight pressed down into her.
It was exactly what Elisa needed, and what she also needed was Myra rolling down into her.
When Myra started doing that, pressing their centers together and rolling her hips, Elisa moaned into her mouth.
“I want you to come,” she said when Myra’s lips moved to her neck.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Put your hands on my ass,” Myra told her.
Elisa complied and felt Myra reach down between them. Myra spread her lower lips, and Elisa thought she was going to touch her again, which would not have been unwelcome, but instead, she lowered her sex into Elisa and then opened her own lips.
“Oh, God,” Elisa let out when she felt the heat of Myra’s sex, the hardness of her clit, and the slickness of Myra’s desire for her all at once .
Myra was pressing their clits together, rocking into her, and Elisa’s job here was to press down on Myra’s ass to bring them both more pressure.
Elisa understood the assignment. She pressed down as hard as she could, and Myra began to grunt.
Elisa moved one of her legs, spreading herself wider for Myra.
“Yes, baby,” Myra said into her ear before she sucked on her earlobe. “You feel so good.”
“This is… really…” Elisa couldn’t finish that sentence, though, because something was happening. “I’m going to come. Fuck!”
She had been so focused on Myra’s pleasure that she hadn’t realized she’d been climbing herself. She didn’t want to come. This wasn’t supposed to be about her. It was about Myra.
“Come, baby,” Myra said. “Please.”
“I don’t–”
“Please. You’ll… make me… come.”
Elisa hadn’t ever heard that before. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through her body.
She felt them all at once, and it was almost too much to take in.
Her orgasms downstairs had already been the best in her life, better than the vibrator she’d had to hide had ever given her, but this one felt like it might be better than all of those combined.
“Baby, come for me,” Myra said and sucked on Elisa’s neck.
That reminded Elisa of those lips sucking elsewhere, and she went over the edge, screaming out Myra’s name as she let the pleasure rush over her body. Everything tingled, everything was sensitive, and everything was on fire in the best way.
“Fuck,” Myra said. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Elisa opened her eyes, even though she hadn’t yet fully come down, and she watched Myra’s ass as it moved, her hips guiding her clit into Elisa’s over and over again.
Elisa was too sensitive for this kind of pressure, but she wouldn’t stop Myra for anything.
She pressed Myra down harder and let her take whatever she wanted from her because this wasn’t about an orgasm for Myra.
This wasn’t Myra using Elisa’s body for her own pleasure.
This was them sharing a moment together, sharing an experience like this together.
“Oh, my God,” Myra said as she crashed down into her.
Elisa wrapped her arms around Myra’s shoulders and held on to her.
Whenever Archie Senior had done this in the past, Elisa had always just kept her arms at her sides, hoping that was enough to tell him that he could get off her at any time, but with Myra, she wanted her to stay like that indefinitely while she held on to her and this night forever.
“Was it okay?” she asked.
“Okay?” Myra chuckled. “You are still so wet. I can feel how swollen you still are, too, and I got to listen to you come. Yes, it was okay. It was way more than okay.”
Elisa ran her hands through Myra’s braids, loving the feel of them between her fingers.
“I’ve heard that that sometimes doesn’t make women come.”
“What?”
“Being pressed together like that,” she said. “I guess we didn’t… scissor, exactly, but I’ve heard that that feels good sometimes but doesn’t make every woman come, so I–”
Myra lifted herself a little and looked down at her.
“Scissoring?”
“Yeah. Do you not like that?”
Myra smiled and kissed her.
“Honestly, I’ve only done it once. It’s an overly hyped thing you see in porn and–” Her eyes widened. “Elisa Benedetti, did you watch lesbian porn where ladies scissored?”
Elisa flushed and buried her head in Myra’s chest.
“That’s hot,” Myra said. “Did you touch yourself while you watched?”
Elisa nodded into Myra’s breasts.
“Was it good?”
She nodded again .
“Do you want to do that now?”
“Touch myself?” she asked, surprised.
“That or the scissoring thing.”
Elisa pulled back and asked, “We could?”
“If you want.”
“Is it stupid?”
“Why would it be stupid?” Myra asked as she ran a hand through Elisa’s mussed hair.
“I don’t know. You said it was overhyped.”
“Doesn’t mean that we can’t do it. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel good. It’ll feel like what we just did from another angle.”
“Well, that felt really good, what we just did.”
“Yes, it did,” Myra agreed. “Do you want to try it now or later?”
“Later? There’s more later?” Elisa asked.
Myra gave her an adoring smile and replied, “I told you, there’s all night.”
“You have to work tomorrow,” she noted.
“So?” Myra asked.
“Power tools, Myra.”
“I won’t hold any,” Myra replied. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you’ve probably never stayed up all night being worshipped by someone who’s crazy about you. Right?”
Elisa could only nod.
“And that you also probably want to touch me, too.”
She nodded fervently this time, which made Myra laugh a little.
“Then, all night it is,” Myra said and kissed her slowly, like she was reveling in it.