Chapter 15 #2
"Do you want me to stop?" Lex pulled back just enough to see her face.
"No." The word came out broken and honest and it was the most terrifying thing Mara had ever said.
Lex's hands moved to Mara's waist. Settled there.
Pulled Mara closer, slowly, until their bodies were pressed together and Mara could feel the heat of Lex's stomach against hers through two thin layers of fabric.
Lex's mouth found the side of Mara's neck, just below her ear, and kissed her there.
Softly at first. Then her teeth grazed the skin and Mara made a sound that came from somewhere primal and involuntary, a choked gasp that she couldn't have suppressed if her life depended on it.
"You're so beautiful," Lex whispered against her neck. Her hands traveled up Mara's sides, over the compression top, thumbs tracing the curve of her ribcage. "Every day I watch you behind those boards, so controlled, so composed, and all I can think about is what you'd look like when you let go."
Mara's hands came up and gripped Lex's shoulders. Not pushing away. Holding on. Her fingers dug into the muscle she found there, hard and warm and real, and the solidness of Lex's body against hers was grounding in a way she desperately needed because the rest of her was unraveling.
Lex's hands slipped under the hem of Mara's top.
The contact of skin against skin was searing.
Mara's abs jumped under the heat of Lex's palms, and her breath came in sharp, stuttering pulls as Lex's hands traveled upward, slow and deliberate, pushing the fabric higher.
Lex's mouth found her neck again, kissing, biting softly, her tongue tracing the line of Mara's tendon, and Mara tilted her head back and let Lex's hands and mouth map her body with an authority that was dissolving every wall she'd ever built.
"I've thought about touching you every day since I walked into your rink," Lex said against her skin.
Her hands reached Mara's bra and her thumbs traced the underwire, barely touching, teasing.
"Every practice. Every session. Every time you stood behind those boards and looked at me with those blue eyes. "
Mara was going to come apart. She was sure of it. Her body was vibrating at a frequency she didn't recognize, every nerve ending alive and screaming, and Lex hadn't even touched her yet, not yet, not where Mara's body was begging to be touched.
Lex's mouth found hers. The kiss was different from the one in the office.
Slower. Deeper. Lex kissed her with a thoroughness that left no room for doubt about what was happening or where it was going.
Her tongue slid against Mara's and Mara moaned into her mouth and her hands left Lex's shoulders and buried themselves in Lex's thick dark hair, pulling her closer, deeper, and the last shred of professional composure Mara possessed caught fire and burned to ash.
Lex walked her backward. Mara felt the cool wall of the gym against her shoulders and the heat of Lex's body against her front and the contrast made her gasp.
Lex pinned her there, one thigh pressing between Mara's legs, and the pressure was staggering.
Mara's hips rocked against Lex's thigh, and Lex made a low sound of approval against her mouth that sent a flood of heat through Mara's center.
"Tell me what you want," Lex murmured against the corner of her mouth.
"I want." Mara couldn't finish the sentence. Her brain had stopped producing language. There was nothing left except sensation and need and the overwhelming reality of Lex's body against hers, Lex's hands on her skin, Lex's mouth warm and insistent and perfect.
Lex's hand traveled down Mara's stomach. Slowly. Her fingers traced the waistband of Mara's leggings, hooking lightly into the elastic, waiting. "Tell me."
"Touch me." The words were barely a whisper. "Please."
Lex's hand slid beneath the waistband. Beneath the cotton underneath.
Her fingers found the folds of Mara's pussy and Mara's entire body seized with a shock of pleasure so intense her vision blurred.
She was soaked. She'd been soaked since Lex walked through the gym door, maybe longer, maybe since the kiss four days ago, and the first touch of Lex's fingers against her was like a circuit completing, a current finally finding its path.
Lex's fingers moved slowly. Exploring. Learning.
Tracing the length of Mara's arousal with a deliberateness that was both generous and torturous.
She circled Mara's clit with her thumb and pressed two fingers against her entrance, not pushing inside, just holding, feeling, and Mara's hips rocked forward with desperate, instinctive need.
"Slow down," Lex whispered. Her mouth was against Mara's ear, her breath hot and ragged. "I've waited too long for this to rush it."
"I can't. I'm going to...” Mara gasped as Lex's thumb pressed harder, circled faster, and her fingers slid inside, two of them, firm and steady, and the feeling of being filled was so overwhelming that Mara's knees buckled.
Lex caught her with her free arm around her waist, holding her against the wall, her body a brace, and her fingers began to move.
Slow, deep strokes that found a rhythm Mara's body matched without conscious thought.
Her hips moved with Lex's hand, riding the pressure, chasing the building wave of sensation that was gathering low in her belly and spreading outward.
"That's it," Lex murmured. Her voice was rough and low and it was the most erotic sound Mara had ever heard. "Let go. I've got you."
Mara's hands were in Lex's hair. Her face was pressed against Lex's neck.
She could smell Lex's skin, warm and clean, and she could feel Lex's pulse hammering against her cheek, fast and hard, proof that Lex was as affected as she was.
The knowledge that Lex wanted this just as badly, that Lex was shaking too, that Lex's breathing was just as ragged, pushed Mara closer to the edge.
Lex's fingers moved faster. Deeper. Her thumb found the perfect pressure and held it, and the wave crested with a ferocity that ripped through Mara's body like a detonation.
She was close. She was right there. Every muscle tightening, every nerve firing, her body coiling toward the breaking point with a desperate, single-minded urgency.
Lex's lips brushed her ear. "Come for me like a good girl."
The words split her open. The orgasm hit her with a force she'd never experienced, a full-body convulsion that started at Lex's fingers and radiated outward through her pelvis and her stomach and her chest and her limbs until she was shaking against the wall, her mouth open in a silent cry, her hands fisted in Lex's hair, her vision white.
It went on and on, wave after wave, Lex's fingers still moving inside her, drawing out every last tremor, every aftershock, holding her up against the wall with one arm while her body came apart in a way she hadn't known she was capable of.
When it finally subsided, Mara was trembling.
Her legs were useless. Her face was wet and she didn't know when she'd started crying.
She was slumped against the wall with Lex's arm around her waist and Lex's hand still between her legs, gentle now, barely moving, and Lex's forehead was pressed against hers and they were breathing the same air, hot and ragged and intimate.
"Hey." Lex's voice was soft. Her free hand came up and wiped the tears from Mara's cheek with her thumb. "Are you okay?"
Mara opened her eyes. Lex's face was inches away, flushed and beautiful and looking at her with an expression of such tenderness that it cracked open the sealed place in Mara's chest she'd been protecting for longer than she could remember.
"I don't know what I am," Mara whispered.
Lex kissed her. Softly. Not the hungry, consuming kiss from before. A gentle press of lips that said I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe.
They stood against the wall in the amber-lit gym, holding each other, breathing each other's air, while the arena settled and hummed around them and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Mara closed her eyes and pressed her face against Lex's shoulder and felt the steady beat of Lex's heart against her own chest and thought, with a clarity that cut through every defense she had left: I am in so much trouble.