Chapter Nine #2
Because underneath, she was all inner light.
She moved through people like she actually liked them.
She was self-assured without needing to dominate a room, kind without performing it for the cameras.
She made other women laugh, eased tension with a grin, lifted everyone around her like it cost her nothing, and somehow did it without asking for credit or for anything in return.
Sabine had met plenty of beautiful women. Talia was the first one in a long time who felt good.
Sabine brought her thoughts back to the question. “Thinking about what?” Sabine practically squeaked.
“You know,” Talia said, and then had the audacity to slide her finger down Sabine’s arm to her hip, where it seared against her skin like a hot poker.
Sabine nearly swatted her hand away. She wanted to.
But then she gripped her wrist instead and pulled it down, and before Sabine could convince herself that this was a bad idea, Talia’s hands were sliding between her thighs.
Then her fingers inched upward, and the next moment, she was slipping her fingers beneath the seam of Sabine’s bikini bottoms, and Sabine let her. In fact, she encouraged it.
But only for a second before regret slammed into her like a wrecking ball.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she muttered, her breath raspy and hot. The stars above were glaring at her. They knew just as well as she did that this was the worst thing she could possibly be doing. “This is wrong on so many levels. Please tell me you know that.”
She shrugged from Talia’s touch but barely got to the side of the bed before Talia was pulling her back.
“Please don’t go,” Talia said. Her eyes were dark in the night sky, and her lips were silky soft and pouting.
Sabine couldn’t help but stare at them. She couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against her mouth, against her skin. .. how they would taste.
Illegal, she decided. Completely off limits. And as someone who was a strict rule-follower, right down to the bone, she was just about to tell Talia to leave her alone and go to sleep, when suddenly she had a rebellious change of heart and she guided Talia on top of her.
Her hands moved to Talia’s waist as she slid the woman’s thigh over her hips.
Then Sabine was meeting Talia’s mouth halfway in a kiss that shouldn’t feel this good.
None of this should. Not the softness of Talia’s skin as Sabine ran her hands up her torso to her ribs.
Not the way her thumbs met so perfectly at Talia’s breasts.
Not the way Talia’s nipples were peaking, hard and wanting.
Sabine ran her hand over Talia’s breast and flicked her nipple with two fingers.
She responded just as Sabine had expected.
Her body tensed up and then relaxed with every flick.
It was beyond delicious. Especially the sexy moans that rippled softly in Talia’s throat.
Sabine assumed there’d be bigger ones, but for now Sabine’s tongue was still in Talia’s mouth, and she wanted to keep it there indefinitely.
And she would’ve, if Talia wasn’t the one who pulled back.
“I want to hear you moan,” Talia muttered softly against her neck. Her breath was delectably warm and tickled Sabine’s skin to the point where goosebumps burst forth.
Sabine didn’t reply. She didn’t feel she needed to.
Whatever was happening tonight, whether she thought it a good idea or not, was going to end up in a spectacular example of lack of self-control.
Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow she’d self-loathe and work on that very important virtue called self-control.
And so, Sabine slid her hands through Talia’s hair, cupped her cheeks in her palms, and pulled her mouth back against hers.
Then she stuck out her tongue, slid it across Talia’s teeth and moved one hand down Talia’s side before she dragged a finger along the band of Talia’s underwear.
The flimsy fabric pressed against Sabine’s stomach in a way that was so intoxicating she wasn’t sure if she wanted to yank it off or not.
She could feel Talia’s wetness through the fabric. And she could feel her own wetness.
She considered suggesting they get naked under the covers. But apparently Talia was thinking the same thing, because she was already moving. And as she moved, she pushed up Sabine’s bikini top until her breasts were exposed.
There was a brief flicker of admiration in Talia’s eyes, which Sabine appreciated. But that appreciation turned to desperation when Talia lowered herself against Sabine until their breasts met and their stomachs flattened.
“You have an amazing body,” Talia said, kissing her neck, squeezing her breast with her hand before focusing solely on Sabine’s nipple. She alternated between pinching and rolling. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages, but thought it would be inappropriate.”
Sabine could barely think, let alone accept the compliment.
Not with Talia’s tongue on her skin, not with Talia working her nipple like that, and especially not with her other hand sliding down to Sabine’s center and pawing at the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Which, frankly, Sabine had no idea why they weren’t already lying in a pile on the floor.
“You better stop teasing,” Sabine muttered, sounding more desperate than she had ever sounded in her entire life. Yet she wasn’t even embarrassed. Just hungry.
Talia laughed. She didn’t bother removing Sabine’s bottoms, and Sabine couldn’t care either way. In fact, the faster Talia touched her the better, because frankly, her sex was throbbing.
Finally, Talia slipped her hand under the fabric and dragged a finger down the length of her and back up toward her clit.
Then she applied more pressure and began exploring through her folds, moving two fingers in and out of Sabine before going back to Sabine’s clit and drawing circles around it that felt so delectable Sabine moaned.
And again. And again. The moans rolled off her tongue one after another.
And as she moaned, her body moved. Her hips lifted and pressed.
And the more she pressed, the faster Talia swiped at her clit.
It was a vicious cycle.
A cycle that was coming to an end just as her orgasm rushed through her.
Sabine cried out and yanked Talia’s hand away from between her legs like it was made of fire. And then, as expected, really, every ounce of guilt and flash of self-loathing for losing control came swooshing in like a wave she’d seen forming but somehow still failed to outrun.
“Go to sleep,” Sabine instructed, already rolling onto her side. Her heart was still racing and her skin was still hot, but she pulled the blanket up anyway.