Chapter 14 #3
“What is it?” Sarah asked, reaching up to skim her fingers along Nell’s cheek. Nell let herself lean into the touch for just a moment.
“It’s nothing. Silly, really.” She tried to brush off her hesitation. “Just suddenly feeling a little nervous.”
“You? Nervous?” Sarah joked, before her face fell flat with the realization that she wasn’t kidding. She reached for her hand. “This is just like all the times before. Just you and me, right here and now. Just us.”
Her words echoed in the space between them, and Nell nodded slowly. “Just us,” she repeated.
Sarah pulled at her arm, urging Nell to straddle her hips, her hands coming to rest on Nell’s thighs. “You asked me what I wanted,” Sarah said, her voice hoarse with want. “Now I’m asking you. Tell me what you want, Nell. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
“I want . . .” She gulped for air that seemed to be disappearing from the room as she leaned forward to kiss Sarah. “I want you to take the reins this time.”
A guttural, animalistic sound left Sarah’s mouth, and Nell swore she could feel their power exchange as she gave her control completely over to Sarah.
With ease, Sarah flipped their bodies so it was Nell whose back was pressed to the ground, Sarah’s hands flying over every inch of her body.
She moaned Sarah’s name, moving involuntarily, chasing her touch as her fingers dipped under her sweater again, this time cupping her breast, thumbs teasing her nipples over her bra. “I want to feel you, feel all of you. Make me feel everything,” she whined, her senses completely overwhelmed.
Sarah’s hands moved lower still, fingers hooking into the waistband of her lounge pants, pulling them and her underwear down agonizingly slow, leaving her bare.
What she must look like right now, sprawled out on this blanket, sweater and socks still on but unclothed between, waiting to see what Sarah would do next.
She wasn’t kept waiting long as Sarah kissed her way up her body and back down, lips dangerously close to where Nell wanted them most. Her body ached with desire. Then again, having desire for Sarah had never been a problem for her.
She whimpered when Sarah placed wet, open-mouth kisses along the crest of her pelvic bone, following the curve of her body as she descended lower still, pausing only to make sure Nell felt the ghost of her hot breath as she hovered over her center.
“Fuck, I want to bury my face in you,” Sarah rasped, her sentence punctuated with a hot kiss placed on the sensitive skin of Nell’s inner thigh.
Nell couldn’t help the way her hips rolled up in search of Sarah’s touch as she wove her fingers through Sarah’s hair, nails scratching along her scalp.
“I want to savor you.” Another kiss. “Consume you.” Another. “Devour you.”
This was maddening in the most diabolical way. Her need for Sarah rose with each teasing kiss placed as Nell became more and more desperate, but then it stopped.
Her eyes flew open at the loss of contact, only to see Sarah sitting up, peeling her fleece-lined leggings from her body, and discarding them in a heap on the floor.
“I need you to feel what you do to me,” Sarah said, her voice thick with want as she crawled back up Nell’s body.
She gasped as Sarah’s hand found the back of her thigh, raising her left leg while straddling her right, inching herself closer until she could feel the heat of Sarah’s desire radiating just above her own.
“Fuck,” Nell moaned, as Sarah lowered her hips, the slickness of their want for each other gliding and mixing as Sarah rolled her hips forward, their clits brushing each other over and over with every one of her movements.
The friction alone made her lose her goddamn mind. It went completely blank. The sensation of Sarah’s hips grinding against hers in the most delectable ways was the only thing her brain could process.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to feel you like this,” Sarah moaned through her teeth, moving her hips faster, her fingers digging into Nell’s thigh, using her body for leverage. Nell was doing her best to hold on, but she couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure rising inside her.
“More . . . please . . . Oh God, more . . .” Those words were all she could muster as Sarah moved faster still.
Nell could feel her wetness, and possibly Sarah’s, dripping down her thighs as their bodies moved together.
Nell grabbed a fistful of the blanket beneath her, trying to hold on and just feel.
“I’m going to make you come now,” Sarah panted, clinging to her like a lifeline.
She dug her fingers into Sarah’s hips, trying to pull her closer still as she ground up to meet her, and—oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
“I’m so close, Sarah. Fuck—yes.” She slammed her eyes shut, darkness filling her vision as her orgasm bubbled over, every muscle in her body tightening.
“That’s it,” Sarah purred, hips slowing to match hers. “Come for me.”
Her legs stilled and dropped as her orgasm tore through her, and it was a few moments before her breathing returned to a regular pattern.
“Can you come again?” Sarah’s question was eager as she positioned herself perfectly between her spread thighs, fingers tracing absently across her still-sensitive skin.
She nodded, the only movement she could make.
“I told you I wanted to taste you,” Sarah said, dipping her head down, tongue swiping through her folds, Nell’s hips shuddering at the contact as she bit back her moan. “But I should have been honest, because that’s not all I wanted.”
Sarah pushed one, and then two fingers into her slowly, taking the time to coat them in her wetness, all the while looking to Nell for confirmation, seeking permission even now.
Nell nodded, and Sarah began her movements, starting with long, deep strokes that filled her in ways she’d forgotten about.
“I wanted to taste myself on you.” Sarah’s tongue danced around her clit in small circles as she pushed her fingers into Nell again and again and again.
“Oh yes . . .” Nell gritted her teeth, nails digging into Sarah’s shoulder as she unraveled her bit by little bit until all of her earlier nervousness had been carried off, leaving what remained underneath—a fire in her that burned for Sarah and Sarah alone.
“Harder,” she begged.
Sarah obliged, the movements of her fingers picking up, and—oh my God. Sarah curled her fingers in a way that hit her G-spot perfectly, sending waves through her. “So close, yes, I’m so close, please. Don’t stop—”
“Touch yourself,” Sarah growled.
Nell, never one to sidestep directions, did just that, rubbing small, frantic circles over herself, stretching her own pleasure to the max.
Her hips bucked wildly, outside of her control, like everything else had been lately, as she met Sarah’s fingers thrust for thrust until her legs were shaking, her body clenching around fingers that continued to work their magic, a soft scream ghosting her lips.
“Sarah,” she whined, before giving herself over entirely to her pleasure.
The storm continued to rage on into the early hours of the morning, the sound of howling winds lingering outside. A sliver of gold came through the crack beneath the door, a hall light they must have forgotten to turn off in their haste to move from the blanket in front of the fire to the bedroom.
Nell lay on her side in bed, nestled beneath layers of warm down and buttery sheets, her body still flushed from the marathon of pleasure that had finally tired them out.
Sarah was beside her, breath warm and steady against the back of her neck. One of Sarah’s toned arms had snaked its way around her, heavy and possessive across her waist, fingers resting against her stomach.
The hold should have felt comforting to her, but it didn’t. It felt like a trap, the only way out being extreme hurt for them both.
She stared at the far wall, eyes wide open, unable to sleep as her mind raced.
Every nerve in her body was still buzzing from how Sarah had touched her, how she had taken her, how Nell had let her.
Willingly and eagerly, she had given up control—not just of her body, but of whatever this was with Sarah that she didn’t have the language for yet.
Slowly, gently, she peeled Sarah’s arm away, careful not to wake her.
Sarah shifted slightly, murmuring something in her sleep Nell couldn’t quite make out.
Quietly, she moved across the room, grabbed the silk robe off the back of the door, and disappeared into the bathroom, before closing the door behind her and turning the lock.
She blinked, adjusting to the brightness as she studied herself in the mirror.
Her usually perfect hair was now messy from the way Sarah had dragged her fingers through it repeatedly, her lips still red and bruised from their kissing.
She leaned closer and pulled back the collar of her robe, examining Sarah’s lingering signature on her skin in the form of faint bite marks along her collarbone.
The reflection staring back at her looked . . . different? Or maybe just changed in a way she was unprepared for.
Her fingers curled around the cool edge of the marble countertop as she braced herself, trying to breathe.
What had she done?