Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Kate’s kiss took her breath away. Good thing Hannah didn’t need to breathe.
All she needed was Kate. Her hand was tangled in Hannah’s hair, pushing them closer together.
Hannah craved more contact with Kate. Feeling bolder than she ever had, she moved her hands from Kate’s waist and pushed them under her shirt.
Kate’s skin felt like silk under Hannah’s hands.
Kate took a sharp intake of breath as Hannah touched the hard planes of her stomach, letting her hands work their way up.
Hannah paused in surprise when she realized Kate wasn’t wearing a bra.
A shiver ran through both of them, and that gave Hannah the nerve to cup Kate’s left breast. Kate was placing kisses along Hannah’s collarbone as Hannah brushed her thumb across Kate’s hardened nipple.
When Hannah did the same to Kate’s other one, Kate groaned and sucked hard on Hannah’s skin.
The delicious pain and pleasure of her mouth and tongue on Hannah’s skin sent shockwaves of need through Hannah.
She hoped she was doing this right. She’d never gone this far with a woman, and all she knew was that she needed more contact.
No, she needed all of Kate, and she wasn’t going to stop and ask if she was doing things right.
Kate stopped kissing her, and Hannah whimpered at the loss of Kate’s heat.
But then Kate pulled off her shirt, and Hannah’s mouth went dry.
Kate’s breasts were perfection, and Hannah could not wait a moment longer to taste them, but before she could do that, Kate placed her hands on the first undone button of Hannah’s flowy lavender shirt.
“May I?” Her husky voice reverberated through Hannah, causing her core to pulse.
“God, yes,” Hannah said, wishing she’d worn a T-shirt instead of a shirt with so many buttons.
After what felt like a long time, Hannah’s shirt was off and thrown on the couch.
She stood in her bra, goosebumps covering her skin as she held her breath, waiting.
Kate snapped open the front clasp of her bra.
Kate let out a groan that was almost a growl, and then her mouth was on Hannah’s breast. Hannah gasped as electric shocks zinged through her.
The rough feel of Kate’s tongue on her taut nipple was like heaven.
Hannah had never felt so good and so free.
With other people, she’d always felt self-conscious about her body.
It was so nondescript. The only unusual thing about her was the mass of freckles all over her pale Irish skin.
She didn’t want this night to ever end. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t worried about the size of her areolas or whether Kate preferred a Brazilian wax.
Instead, Hannah imagined how good she would feel if Kate’s mouth was on her core, and she was practically ready to come.
Kate’s back was against the wall, and Hannah spread her legs and leaned in, bracketing herself against Kate’s thigh.
She needed pressure; she needed to grind, and she didn’t even care if she got Kate wet.
She craved Kate like a marathon runner craved water.
Hannah ran her hands through Kate’s short hair, letting her nails lightly scrape her scalp.
Kate moaned and continued laving her nipple.
“This feels so good,” Hannah said. “Don’t stop.”
Kate switched to her other breast and gave it as much attention as Hannah’s other one. Hannah unzipped her jeans and pushed her hand down to try to quench the aching need at the heart of her. She heard Kate inhale, and Kate paused in her ministrations on Hannah.
“I need to taste you. How does that sound?”
“Yes,” Hannah said breathlessly.
Kate kissed Hannah quickly on the lips, and then she pulled Hannah down the hall to her room. She pushed Hannah onto the bed. Hannah leaned up on her elbows and watched as Kate spread Hannah’s legs apart. Her flesh goose pimpled again as Kate hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hannah’s pants.
“We good?” Kate asked.
Hannah didn’t think she could be any wetter, but Kate asking for her consent was possibly the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her.
Hannah pushed down the image of Chad, who’d never asked or seemed to care about her consent when it came to anything, let alone sex.
Unable to form words, Hannah simply nodded, and Kate removed Hannah’s black yoga pants and tossed them to the floor.
Kate cupped Hannah. Gently rubbing her nub through her thong. “Take it off, please.” Hannah begged. Thankfully, Kate didn’t need to hear any more pleading from her. Her underwear was gone in a second, and then Kate was between her legs.
Hannah’s legs shook as Kate kissed her way to Hannah’s center.
There had been so many nights since the first time she’d seen Kate when Hannah had pleasured herself to the fantasy of Kate being exactly where she was right now.
Those fantasies could not compare to the reality of Kate Sterling lapping up her juices.
Hannah squirmed as Kate pressed two fingers inside her.
Kate’s tongue sucked on her clit as she thrust her fingers in and out of her, and it took too little time before Hannah’s orgasm exploded from her.
Hannah’s body shook with aftershocks as Kate gently brushed her tongue along her clit, slowly bringing her down from her high.
Then Kate moved up until she was on top of Hannah, her lean body complementing Hannah’s own.
She placed her hands on each side of Hannah’s head and kissed her.
Hannah reveled in the taste of her mixed in Kate’s mouth.
Within moments, heat was building low in Hannah’s abdomen.
“My turn?” Hannah asked.
“No, tonight is all about you,” Kate pronounced.
Hannah’s mind warred with her lust. Why didn’t Kate want Hannah to give her the same pleasure?
Did she somehow know Hannah had never gone down on a woman before?
Then Kate palmed her breast and bent her head down to take Hannah’s pebbled nipple in her mouth, and all her anxious thoughts disappeared.
As the night went on, Kate brought Hannah to highs she couldn’t have ever imagined over and over again.
At some point, they both collapsed and fell into a sated sleep.
Hannah’s watch chimed at six a.m. She considered turning it off to continue being Kate’s little spoon. However, she’d never been able to fall back asleep once her eyes opened. Hannah turned to face Kate. She rubbed her arm and watched as Kate’s fern-green eyes opened.
“Heading out?” Kate asked.
Hannah swallowed. “Yep.” She managed to get out.
Hannah’s stomach dropped. A big part of her had hoped for an after-sex breakfast with Kate.
And then maybe a shower together. Hannah had never showered with someone else, and Kate had blown her mind wide open last night.
Now she realized how much she’d been missing, and she was eager to try it all.
Maybe next time Kate would want her to stay for breakfast—if there was a next time, her brain qualified, attempting to tamp down her current bliss.
Hannah refused to let her logical brain kill her happy vibes. She’d spent the night with a goddess, and now it was time for this mere mortal to go home and get ready for work.
After a deep breath to rally her emotional troops, she kissed Kate quickly and got off the bed. “Now to find my clothes,” she said.
Kate chuckled and pulled the covers over her head. “Talk to you later,” was her muffled response.
That was enough to give Hannah hope. She felt light as she walked through the apartment, collecting her clothes. Hannah used the bathroom to freshen up, and then she quietly left Kate’s apartment.
As she drove home, she wished again that she had more bi or lesbian friends, but for now, Brandee would have to do because Hannah needed to tell someone about last night.