CHAPTER 27
W hen Myra felt the heat from the sun hit her naked back, she knew it was time for her to wake up.
She wasn’t twenty anymore, so having sex all night when she had work the next day probably wasn’t the best idea where work was concerned, but she regretted nothing.
Elisa was in her arms, and they’d only just gone to sleep around three in the morning, spending the entire night touching and talking and then touching some more until they’d been too spent to continue and had finally given into slumber.
Myra didn’t want to wake Elisa up since she could sleep in if she wanted to today while Myra needed to go to work, but the thought of just leaving and texting her later didn’t seem right.
She could write a note and put it on Elisa’s bedside table, but that didn’t seem right for their first morning after together, either.
Myra had a much better idea and hoped Elisa wouldn’t mind.
Her arm, which was wrapped around Elisa’s middle, began to glide against Elisa’s skin, trying to gently wake her up, and she continued the strokes until Elisa stirred for a second and seemed to settle back into sleep.
Myra then kissed her shoulder over and over until Elisa shifted a bit and moved her leg slightly, giving Myra the access she needed.
“Hmm…” Elisa muttered when Myra’s hand grazed her curls.
Myra lowered her hand between Elisa’s thighs and was surprised to find her wet and, apparently, still very ready.
Her eyes rolled back into her head because this woman was sexy, funny, beautiful, and amazing in bed.
She was just what Myra had always needed in about every way, and having her squirt when they’d been pressed together had made Myra come so hard, she almost hadn’t been able to stop the orgasm.
They’d had a conversation about it after that round, and Elisa had been embarrassed, but Myra had told her that there was no reason to be.
It had been hot and sexy, and she wanted Elisa to do that whenever her body wanted.
Myra stroked her gently now, thinking about that very moment and letting the touch wake Elisa up more than make her come just yet.
“What time is it?” Elisa asked in a sleepy voice, which Myra loved.
“After six. I have to get going.”
“No,” Elisa said, pressing Myra’s hand to her sex. “Stay.”
“I’m going to stay for this,” she replied as she stroked a little harder. “But then, I have to shower and get ready for work.”
“I wish you had the day off,” Elisa said as she wrapped her arm around the back of Myra’s head, encouraging Myra to continue to kiss her neck.
“Me too,” she replied.
“Shower here,” Elisa requested in a breathy voice as her hips began to move against Myra’s hand. “I want to touch you in there.”
“Whatever you want,” Myra said and moved faster.
She moved her own sex over Elisa’s ass and began to rub against her.
“Can you come like that?” Elisa asked her.
“Maybe,” she said. “I need to spread myself.”
“Please,” Elisa replied.
Myra removed her hand from Elisa, but only briefly in order to spread her lips and press herself back against Elisa’s ass. Then, she resumed her stroking and rocked into her.
“That’s good,” Elisa said.
“God,” Myra added.
She had woken up ready, too, and her wetness was now all over Elisa’s asscheek. Her clit was hard and needy, and Myra had to come before she left for work, or she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything other than thinking about Elisa in this bed.
“I’m close,” she said .
“Yes,” Elisa replied. “Me too, baby. Make yourself feel good.”
Myra really liked how Elisa talked to her.
She loved how Elisa took what she wanted and how she had told Myra what she wanted the previous night.
It was all such a massive turn-on that just thinking about it made Myra come against her.
Elisa’s orgasm was still building as Myra continued to press into her, letting herself come down. Then, Myra heard it.
“Oh, God,” Elisa said as she started to come.
Myra hadn’t heard Elisa begin to come, though. She had heard something else. It was like tiny metal pieces hitting together, and then, there was the sound of paws on hardwood and the clacking of nails against the surface.
“Fuck!” Elisa came loudly and held Myra’s hand to her sex as her hips now thrashed against it. “Don’t stop.”
Buster whined.
“God, don’t stop,” Elisa told her again. “One second, buddy,” she added to the dog.
Myra smirked as Elisa rolled over onto her stomach and practically pulled Myra with her, rocking into Myra’s hand and into the mattress beneath it.
Buster whined again.
Myra moved and entered Elisa from behind. She loved how good it felt to be inside her, to thrust into her like this and make her come again.
Buster’s front paws landed on the bed.
“Down, boy,” Myra said to him while she continued to thrust.
Buster, thankfully, turned around and left the room, so Myra moved to kneel behind Elisa and rubbed her clit with one hand while bringing her completely against her own sex with the other one on Elisa’s hip now.
“I want to do this to you with something else,” she said as she pressed Elisa back against her, rubbed herself over her, and pushed her away enough to thrust back inside her and pull back out. “Is that okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Whatever you want,” Elisa replied .
Five minutes later, Myra had on her old boy shorts and T-shirt and was holding the door open for Buster to run into the backyard.
Elisa was starting the shower in the meantime and had said she needed just a minute before Myra joined her.
Myra hoped that was a good thing, but she’d offered to take Buster out to give her that time.
Buster ran around for a solid minute, sniffing at everything he could find before he finally relieved himself and rushed back inside.
He ran into the living room, found a rope toy Elisa must have gotten for him, and met Myra at the foot of the stairs.
“Sorry, buddy. I’m going to go play with your mommy first. Maybe later,” she said and made her way upstairs to find Elisa standing naked in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom.
“How was my boy?” Elisa asked.
“He was good. All taken care of for now.”
“And how’s my girl ?” Elisa asked, wrapping her arms around Myra’s neck.
“She’s so fucking good right now.” Myra wrapped her own arms around Elisa’s waist and backed her into the bathroom. “Tired, but in the way that I don’t feel tired at all. I will crash so hard tonight, though.”
“With me , maybe?” Elisa asked.
“If that is an option, I will take it.”
“It’s an option,” Elisa replied before she let go of her to get into the shower.
Myra walked in after her and realized that she hadn’t yet kissed Elisa good morning, so she pulled her against herself and kissed her softly.
“Oh, I forgot,” she said when she pulled out of the kiss.
“What?” Elisa asked, appearing disappointed because she’d wanted the kissing to continue.
“I’m supposed to go out with some friends tonight.”
The water ran over her face, and Myra worked to keep her hair out from under it.
“Oh,” Elisa said. “That’s okay. We can–”
“No, I don’t mean that I won’t still stay here or that you can’t stay at my place because of that. I just forgot. Do you want to come with me?”
“To hang out with your friends?”
“Is that okay?”
Elisa bared her neck to Myra as she let the water run over her hair, and Myra resisted the urge to lean down and lick the skin that she now had access to.
“If you do, you’ll need a good concealer,” Myra added, running a finger over a dark spot on Elisa’s neck.
“I have a hickey?” Elisa asked, looking wide-eyed at her.
“You have two.”
Myra ran her fingers over the one on the other side of Elisa’s neck.
“I’ve never had a hickey,” Elisa revealed, looking quite proud of herself.
“Another first taken care of,” Myra said and ran a hand between Elisa’s breasts. “Beautiful.”
“Can I come?”
“I don’t know. Can you?” Myra’s hand lowered still.
“No.” Elisa laughed and pushed Myra’s hand away. “I meant tonight. I want to meet your friends.”
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After hours of staring at a computer because she couldn’t use power tools on the three hours of sleep she had gotten after spending all night with Elisa, she went home to quickly change into something more befitting of taking her date to a bar to meet her friends and splashed some cold water on her face to try to freshen up a little.
Myra threw on a button-down shirt and a pair of jeans, tucking the shirt into them and grabbing her only pair of brown suede boots.
“Well, hello,” she said when she walked outside and saw Elisa and Buster in the front yard.
“Hey. I’m just letting him take care of his business before we go,” Elisa said. “Gwen is going to stop by in a couple of hours and spend some time with him so that he’s not alone for too long. I told her she could join us if she wanted after that. Is that okay? She’s on a job right now.”
Myra kissed her quickly when she approached and said, “Of course, it’s okay.” She then looked down at Buster, who was sniffing her shoes, and added, “Hey, Buster? I brought you something.” She held out a dog treat that she’d bought a pack of earlier on her lunch break. “Can I give it to him?”
“Well, now you have to because you told him you got him something,” Elisa said, smiling at her.
Myra knelt down in front of the dog and gave him the long, skinny treat that looked like beef jerky. He took it instantly and crouched down to eat it, no longer caring about her being there.
“You look great,” Myra said when she stood back up and took in Elisa’s blue sweater and dark jeans.
“So do you. I really like this tucked-in shirt look you seem to wear often. It makes me want to un tuck it later.”
Myra winked at her and asked, “Should we go?”
“Let me get him back inside and give him a bone. He’ll occupy himself with that for at least an hour and won’t notice me being gone.”
They walked inside the house, and Elisa let Buster off the leash before she grabbed one of the bone treats from the box in the kitchen and tossed it to him.
“I promise, I’ll finish this for you,” Myra said, looking at the work she still needed to do.
“It’s not your fault. I keep distracting you.”
Elisa moved in front of her, and Myra wrapped her arms around her, pulling Elisa back against her.
“I like how you distract me.”
“Me too.” Elisa chuckled and placed her arms on top of Myra’s at her waist. “And can I ask you a question?”
“Yes,” Myra said before she kissed her neck.
“How will you be introducing me to your friends tonight? Am I your date?”
“How would you like me to introduce you tonight?”
“I know it’s early, but– ”
“Just tell me,” Myra said. “You won’t scare me away,” she added in a whisper. “I’m too far gone now.”
“Your girlfriend,” Elisa replied. “I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Then, that’s how I’ll introduce you tonight,” Myra said. “Hello, friends. This is my girlfriend, Elisa. How was that? It was my first time saying it, so cut me so slack on the delivery.”
Elisa turned in Myra’s arms, and her expression was more serious than Myra expected.
“Change your mind already?” Myra asked.
“No,” Elisa said with a small smile. “I just never thought this would happen, and here you are. I have a girlfriend. I’ve made love with my girlfriend, and I loved every second of it. I had to wash all my bedding today because it was easy to see how much I loved every second of it.”
Myra ran her hands over Elisa’s cheeks and cupped the sides of her neck.
“I love every second of it, too,” she said and kissed her forehead.
“I spent the better part of two decades hiding so much of myself from everyone I knew, including myself. I can’t tell you how good it feels to finally be able to just be… me.”
Myra kissed her forehead again before she lowered her mouth to Elisa’s and kissed her slowly, pulling Elisa’s bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it.
They stood right there in the kitchen for several minutes, slowly kissing and grazing skin with their hands.
When Elisa went for the button on Myra’s jeans, Myra pulled out of the kiss and smirked at her.
“Later,” she said sweetly.
“But I’m all turned on now,” Elisa replied and gave her a little puppy-dog frown.
“You are , huh?” she asked.
“Yes. You sucked on my lip, Myra. Yes .”
Myra smiled and kissed her again while she worked to undo Elisa’s jeans. Then, she quickly slipped inside them, as well as Elisa’s panties, cupping her sex .
“Oh,” Elisa let out.
Myra’s index finger moved into Elisa’s folds, and Elisa leaned back against the counter.
“Fast now.” Myra stroked her. “Slow later.”
“Okay. Anything. Yes. Whatever,” Elisa managed out as she closed her eyes.
It only took a few solid strokes against Elisa’s wet clit, and Elisa was coming. It wasn’t a particularly powerful orgasm, Myra could tell, but it seemed to do the trick all the same.
“I’m going to be addicted to you touching me,” Elisa told her as she buttoned her jeans back up.
“You’re not already?” Myra teased.