Chapter 10 #3
Anna thought she might explode if she did. “Please,” she whispered, trying to lift her hips up under Victoria. “Please… I need…”
“Hm?” Slowly, Victoria moved to kneel, one leg on either side of Anna’s thigh, pressing forward against the wet heat of Anna’s pussy.
The button on her garter brushed over Anna’s clit and now Anna was beyond whimpers, the shivering contact making her moan with how good it felt, how much she needed Victoria’s fingers to slide over her clit and send those electric, erotic thrills up her spine and down her legs.
When the button kissed over her clit again, Anna bucked her hips up and only just heard Victoria whisper, “What do you need, kitten?”
“Fuck me,” she moaned, voice thick wth need. “Victoria, please, please…”
When Victoria’s slender fingers at last slid into the hot, slippery folds between Anna’s thighs, when they surrounded her clit with a gentle pressure, a sliding squeeze, she could have cried with how pleasure rippled through her whole body.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her at all, so long since anyone’s hands but herself own had pressed and pinched at her clit.
And Victoria was a master of her craft, moving slowly, steadily, watching Anna with a sultry smile as she arched and squirmed.
“You’re so good, Anna,” she mumbled against Anna’s breast, catching the nipple up again between her lips and sucking hard once, twice before letting go. “So delicious, kitten. So pretty.”
“Oh, God,” Anna whispered, her whole world concentrated on two fingers as they slid inside of her, on Victoria’s thumb as it pressed and slipped over her clit rhythmically with each pulse of her hand.
Her own hands gripped the pillow behind her head, and building pleasure thrummed through her.
“Please… oh, please…” It definitely wouldn’t be long at all.
“Come for me, kitten,” Victoria directed in a low rasp into Anna’s ear, and it went straight for her pussy. “Come for me while I fuck you like you begged me to.”
“Ahhhh, God, oh God, yes…” Arching her hips up into Victoria’s hand, Anna came with a long, low outcry, so hard that she swore she went blind for a moment, her vision exploding into little golden stars as pleasure became everything that she knew right then. “Fuck…”
“Good girl,” Victoria purred into her ear, easing her hand free with a delectable, careful slowness. She traced her fingers up along Anna’s waist, the wetness from the earthshattering orgasm leaving little trails behind that gleamed in the low lamplight. “So good.”
Carefully, Anna eased up her deathgrip on the pillow, her fingers aching. She should be wrung out and limp on the bed, but now relieved of the burden of her arousal, she had a new single focus in mind: she wanted to taste Victoria through those goddamn black silk panties.
She smirked, satisfied, as Victoria made a little surprised noise when Anna grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto her back. “My turn,” she snarled playfully, grinning as Victoria’s blue eyes widened in shock, then went dark with desire as she realized what Anna’s goal was.
Because Anna was not about to tease. There had been enough of that, and she knew as soon as she got between Victoria’s thighs that she would come as fast as Anna had. The black silk was all but soaked through, hot and wet as Anna opened her mouth over the mound of Victoria’s pussy.
She tasted so, so good. Anna let her tongue trace the rumpled, damp silk, inhaling the delicious light musky scent with pure pleasure.
She sucked at Victoria’s clit, making the silk more and more wet.
Victoria’s hands came down to slide through her hair and cup her head, pressing her in closer, and her voice filled the air with satisfied little hums.
Anna slipped the fabric aside, exposing glistening folds and dark blonde curls to her covetous gaze. I want, I want, I want… she thought, and then she took what she wanted.
Victoria’s grip tightened against Anna’s head as Anna sucked her clit into her mouth, letting her tongue dance lightly over the sensitive little bundle.
Her own desire began to mount again as she licked and explored every little fold and crevice, tasting and consuming and sucking while up by the headboard, Victoria’s groans grew louder, lower, more raspy.
As soon as she slid two fingers into Victoria’s soft, warm pussy, Victoria’s thighs squeezed over her ears, and she could only vaguely hear the long, low cry of climax as it erupted overhead.
Anna was pressed so tightly between Victoria’s thighs, by her hands, that she could hardly breathe, but if this was how she went, she would have been so, so fine with that.
Victoria’s thighs loosened, fell away from Anna’s head, and her hands let go their death grip in her hair. More pleased with herself than she had been in a long time, Anna crawled her way up Victoria’s body to claim a long, sloppy kiss before she fell against her side.
They lay half-entwined together in silence, the only sound their satisfied breathing as they came down from their incredible highs. Anna reveled in the bliss of it. It had all been exactly as she’d hoped. Better, even.
Victoria broke the quiet first. “I am… so, so hungry.” She rolled over and nipped at Anna’s breast. “But truly, for food.”
“Our stuff might still be warm.” They’d left it on a table near the condo door when they stumbled in, ripping each other’s clothes off.
“Yes. Let’s eat.” Victoria slid out of the bed, reaching for a little white satin robe. “Put this on.”
Anna eyed it dubiously. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. Don’t you have any normal clothes? A big t-shirt from your university days?”
“I think you know better than that.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “Put on the robe. It will not fit. And that’s going to be so extremely fucking hot.”
“Oh.”
Victoria grinned. “Mmhmm.”
They sat companionably on the sofa, feeding each other crusty toasted baguette slices smeared with a beautifully fresh white goat cheese and the most heavenly local honey Anna had ever tasted.
“God, I really am a long way home from rural Alaska tonight,” she murmured, wiping a smudge of creamy cheese off of Victoria’s bottom lip with her thumb, then popping that thumb into her own mouth to lick it off.
“Is that where you’re from? Alaska? What a place to be from.” Victoria pulled a container of olives from the takeaway bag and opened it up, eating one herself before holding one to Anna’s lips until she accepted the morsel.
“Everyone has to be from somewhere,” Anna pointed out as she chewed. “And we can’t all have giant audible signals of our birth origins baked right into our voices.”
“Too right. Still, I’d never have guessed Alaska. What even is there?” Shaking her head, Victoria ate another olive. “Oil, yes?”
“Oil, tourism, salmon fishing, dog racing. Even some agriculture.” Anna leaned down to grab their bag of food and fished out their entrees. “What did you order for us?”
Victoria stared at the sealed containers. “I… I genuinely have no recollection. You were so distracted, I was so curious, there could be anything in there.”
“If Russian roulette were French food, what a game.” Anna laughed and handed one of the containers over to Victoria along with a set of disposable cutlery. “Well, let’s find out.”
To their relief, they both opened their containers to generous portions of a delicious-smelling dish, roasted chicken thighs in a creamy mushroom sauce.
Suddenly ravenous, Anna tore into hers with gusto, sucking tender meat off of the bone, spooning the rich sauce directly into her mouth.
She’d never eaten anything so incredibly sensual, never sat barely wrapped in a tiny white satin robe that could hardly contain her breasts, eating post-coital French cuisine with a gorgeous blonde wearing nothing but silky black lingerie.
It was, quite possibly, the most erotic experience of her life. Anna squeezed her thighs together as arousal began to ripple through her again.
Victoria noticed the movement and reached over to adjust the lapels of the robe so that one of Anna’s breasts sprang free. “Ah, better. I do love a view while I eat.”
Anna raised an eyebrow, deeply appreciative of her own view, since Victoria hadn’t put her bra or any sort of top on and was simply sitting on her elegant sofa, clad only in her stockings and garters and panties and all of her glorious tumble of blonde waves.
Like a fantastically, ferociously sexy Lady Godiva. “Likewise.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten French chicken in my knickers before,” Victoria mused. “Rather a novel experience.”
“It’s an incredible sight,” Anna said earnestly, and, if she were being honest, more than a little lustily.
As she sat there licking mushroom sauce off of her fork, hair mussed, blue eyes rolling with pleasure, there was a feral quality to Victoria that Anna couldn’t believe had been wrapped up so tight under all her ice walls and designer layers.
How many people might have ever seen this Victoria? The number couldn’t be very high.
As precarious as their situation was, she felt so lucky.
Victoria looked up at her from under the heavy fall of her hair and set aside her food container.
With a slow, sensual grin, she crawled across the sofa to Anna and plucked her food out of her hands to put it on the coffee table.
She pushed Anna down onto the sofa and covered her with her body, brushing Anna’s hair back from her face.
“You,” she began, before dipping her head down to press her lips to Anna’s throat, “look like you,” and her whispers were a sensual tickle on the soft skin, “might be hungry for something that’s not food. ”
Anna hitched her leg up over Victoria’s hip to pull her in until their bodies were snugly pressed together. “Maybe…”
It was difficult to leave, but Anna managed to reluctantly pull herself away. “You could stay,” Victoria offered, lounging like a lioness on the tumble of bedclothes atop her bed, watching Anna put on the clothing she’d had to hunt around the condo to gather. “In fact, I rather wish you would.”
If she stayed, she feared she might never leave, but they were certainly not at a point where that was a healthy conversation to have. “Perhaps another time,” Anna replied lightly. “One I’m prepared for. I can’t wear this into the office tomorrow.”
“A pity.” Victoria yawned and rolled onto her back in a lazy stretch. “I much prefer this to your regular wardrobe.”
“Well, if we had more appointments, I might consider a change. Alas.” She tied off her wrap top and stepped over to the bed, leaning down for a long, heated kiss. “Mmm. Promise me you won’t kill Cam when you start working with him.”
“Shan’t. I never make a promise I can’t guarantee keeping.
I will, however, try to behave.” She sighed and sat up, sliding off of the bed to grab the tiny little robe that hadn’t fit Anna, and wrap herself in it.
It did look amazing on her, naturally. “I’ll walk you to the door, though for the record, I do oppose your departure. ”
“Noted.” Anna chuckled and found her purse discarded by the front door. “I’ll pack a bag for it.”
“See that you do.” For a brief, burning moment, Victoria gazed down at Anna with low-banked desire clear in her blue eyes.
Then she caught Anna up in a blistering farewell kiss, a hand on the back of Anna’s head and the other squeezing a generous handful of Anna’s behind.
“God, you are a delectable little woman. I really should not allow you to walk away from me.”
“Goodbye, Victoria.” Anna slithered, again reluctantly, out of Victoria’s grip and opened the door. She slid through it and closed it behind her before she could reconsider her decision and began walking to the point where she was to meet her Uber.
As she opened her phone up to see how close her driver was to arriving, a mail notification banner crossed her screen. Ugh. She could see it was from Marcus Kinkade. What a mood-killer. Against her better instincts, she opened it.
It was brief and unpleasant and it left a lump of iron sitting heavy in Anna’s stomach.
I’m told you’re recusing yourself from Dr. Ellis’ case.
If there’s an issue, the evaluatory board has a right to know the details.
Please make room in your schedule for a meeting, you’ll receive an appointment in the morning.
– M. Kinkade, Director of Surgical Services
Anna looked up at the bedroom window of Victoria’s condo, where behind the white curtains she could see the shadow of Victoria discarding her robe and climbing back into bed. “Well, fuck,” she said aloud, swallowing down the acid that began to climb up into her throat.