Chapter 12 #2
“Look what you do to me.” Winded, but with enough stamina to ruin her still. That was Luca when she demanded Sarah rejoin her in reality, her curling fingers filling her, parting, hot, and eager to get her off. Yes, yes! Sarah’s toes curled to consider it. “You make me do things I normally don’t.”
“Good.” Sarah couldn’t open her eyes when she was this far gone in the world of sexual serenity. “I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck, I know! You think I can’t feel it?”
“You’re gonna come, too.” Sarah lifted her head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Just from watching me.”
Luca pushed her back down, pinning her shoulders while rocking into her over and over, as if she had never considered such intensity before.
Too much. Too fucking much for one woman to stand. With her eyes open, anyway.
Sarah was prepared to lose herself in the moment.
To close her eyes, arch her back, and think of nothing but this strong, gorgeous woman bringing her to the kind of climax she always yearned to have.
I need to be filled with more than your digits, Ms. Blackbourne.
What she would give to share that level of intimacy with her right now…
This was it. Luca touched Sarah’s core in such a way that there was no stopping the orgasmic pleasure claiming her.
“Luca!” Shit. Why did she have to go and cry out her name like that? It was gonna go to her head. And her full name? Really? Not even “Lu?” She really was losing herself in this woman, wasn’t she? “Oh!”
Rarely did Sarah achieve such an intense orgasm.
While she could attribute it to the woman, her skills, or that pesky emotion she insisted on dragging out of her…
nah. She wouldn’t attribute anything to it.
Why bother? Why not simply succumb to the moment and enjoy herself?
They were here. They were doing this. Luca knew Sarah enjoyed sex, let alone with her.
What would holding back achieve, aside from some exit strategy in case this blew up in her face?
Besides. This level of climax allowed a woman to physically encourage her partner to give her all she had.
She did. To the sounds of carnal cries and the kind of bodily rigor that only two fingers and a desperate cunt could create. Fucking music to my ears. It was the evidence Sarah needed that she could do this all night and barely feel it in the morning. She swore it. Harder. Harder!
Right at her peak, Luca pulled out her fingers and pried Sarah’s flailing thighs open.
Her head dove in, tongue sinking deep, deep into Sarah as a curious nose rubbed against her clit.
That was it. The sensation was so intense that Sarah unleashed her climax on Luca’s face, complete with the kind of scream that woke the neighbors – if Luca had any.
“God damn,” Luca panted, pulling away wetter on the cheeks than she had been a minute ago.
But Sarah was so far gone that she barely noticed.
Her thighs refused to close. Her muscles, still convinced they had something to encourage, continued to clench and beg for stimulation.
But the emptiness Luca left behind could not be filled again.
She watched Luca kiss her stomach, drawing the general arousal left from Sarah’s climax up her thigh to her abdomen.
Sarah was in disbelief and in a little awe.
The only time she realized that Luca was moaning in pleasure was when she rubbed her wet cheeks across Sarah’s skin, reveling in it.
More than a little bit of it filled her navel and began to drip down her side.
Fucking hell, I’m wet. She still was. All over the damn bed.
They didn’t make eye contact again until they both came down from that strange space they occupied together.
“Hope you’re going to clean that up,” Sarah said.
Luca remained hovering over her. “I’ve got a shower. With a bench.”
“Oooh, a bench. So impressed.”
Like she had practically lifted her off the kitchen stool, Luca now practically dragged her off the bed on the way to the bathroom.
“You will be when we’re done.” She didn’t give Sarah an estimate as to when that would be.
As it turned out, she expected them both to be good and pruned by the time they got out of there.
And Sarah wasn’t leaving until that showerhead made Luca as wet as she had made her.
Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a large band T-shirt Luca loaned her. She hadn’t bothered to put her underwear back on, although she considered putting on all of her clothes and heading home. She didn’t intend to spend the night. Not with work in the morning.
“Why so pensive?” Luca stood next to her, wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a loose tank top. “Thinking about that tea I promised you earlier?”
Sarah glanced up at her before looking away again. Even when she tucked her stray hair behind her ear, she remained motionless. “Thinking about tomorrow.”
“Ah. Worried about how we’ll act around each other?”
“No.” That wasn’t what she had been thinking about at all. “Simply wondering if I have to do certain things for my job tomorrow.” Like going to the estate in the Hills. Last thing she wanted to do after a night like tonight was go see the man that fucked her up to begin with.
“You mean going to see Russell? I thought that was Abby’s job.”
Sarah turned her head. “That’s not what I’m—”
“Relax.” Luca wandered away. “I know all about it.”
Were there colors in the room? Because Sarah suddenly couldn’t see anything but a hot white light of rage. “All about what?”
Why was Luca shrugging? Did she think this was funny? “About you and Dan’s father.”
“You what?” Sarah leaped off the bed. “Who told you?”
Luca turned and crossed her arms. What? Had the urge to fend her off already?
“Nobody. I figured it out for myself, based on the drops I cobbled together. Besides, I heard Alicia taking Danica to task about last week when I was in the other room. I figured it out from there. You, him, clandestine affair that ended terribly… based on some things you’ve said, I’m guessing there was a baby involved. ”
Sarah’s weakened knees forced her back on the bed, her face so pale she thought she would be sick. “How could you…”
“I’ve had a lot of things handed to me for being born, Sarah, but I haven’t doubled my family’s fortunes in ten years because I’m stupid.”
No.
Sarah pulled her T-shirt off like a man would – pulled it up over the back of her head and tossed it on the ground. Naked, she collected her clothes and put them on as quickly as possible, all while Luca watched with only mild curiosity.
“I’ve offended you.”
Sarah wrestled with her twice-damned jeans. A damnation for each pant leg. “Fuck off!”
“I’m sorry.”
She shot Luca the nastiest look she could muster, which was not difficult with her current level of boiling rage.
When her expression did not change, Sarah marched up to her, blouse half on and bra unclasping on its own.
“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have said a damn thing, let alone pried into my personal life.
I bet you’re one of those assholes who get off on fucking women with crappy histories. ”
“Hardly.”
Luca caught Sarah’s wrist the moment a hand came for her cheek.