Close Enough (High Rise Novella Four) (6 page)

“Yes please.” Butterflies worked their magic in Nat’s stomach. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about the prize I won this afternoon.”

ISABELLA

On the short walk home, Isabella let her fingers slip around Nat’s hand. The path of their affair had not run very smoothly thus far, but it was clear they both wanted it to succeed. For now, a leap of faith would have to do.

Hand in hand, they strolled to The Ivy. Spencer shot them a wide smile when they entered the lobby. They rode the elevator in silence, as if both recognising the solemnity of the moment. After Isabella unlocked her front door, Nat grabbed both her hands and stroked them gently.

“I never meant to hurt you.” A moist film coated her eyes.

“I know.” Isabella freed her hands and trailed her fingers along Nat’s bare arms. She wasn’t one for dressing up and wore a bright yellow t-shirt with the word
available
printed on in big white letters. Isabella understood a lot of things, but she failed to grasp Nat’s sense of style. The skinny jeans and quirky tops suited her though, despite the fact that at almost thirty-five, she should have outgrown them. Isabella was certain Nat didn’t give a damn and she loved her more for it. “Let’s get this atrocity off you,” she joked, before slowly hoisting the t-shirt over Nat’s head.

“I’ll have to get rid of that one.” Nat held the t-shirt in her hand for a brief moment. “As I appear to have become unavailable.” She tossed it to the floor.

“You’re all mine now.” Isabella pulled Nat closer and stared into her eyes before leaning in to kiss her. “A million girls are weeping.”

“Enough talk, Doc.” Nat’s lips stretched into a smile against hers. Her hands disappeared in Isabella’s hair as she drew her near.
 

The first kiss rushed through Isabella, reaching every cell of her body. She would never have guessed she’d fall for a thirty-something, slightly lost, ironic t-shirt wearing girl—but fallen she had.

Nat’s lips tasted of wine and sunshine—the sunshine they’d picked up on that pivotal hike earlier in the day. Isabella’s panties grew damp as their kiss intensified. Everything about Nat was soft. There was no urgency in her kiss and the usual firmness in her grasp was absent. She traced the tips of her fingers lightly over Isabella’s back, as if not wanting to claim anything too quickly, making her shiver.

“Come on.” Isabella tore her lips away from Nat’s and dragged her in the direction of the bedroom. They stood in front of the bed and Nat started to unbutton Isabella’s blouse. Nat was surely a very skilled lover, but she never showed much restraint. The languid speed at which she undressed Isabella, and how it stood in stark contrast to how she usually did it—rushed and insistent—made Isabella’s skin tingle.

Nat guided the blouse over Isabella’s shoulders and followed up with a soft peck above her sternum. Her hands meandered to Isabella’s back, where they unclasped her bra. The eager look Nat shot Isabella’s bare breasts made her breath hitch in her throat. Nat brushed the meaty part of her thumbs over Isabella’s nipples and they stood to attention immediately, crinkling up under her able touch.

While her hands cupped Isabella’s breasts, thumbs still fondling, Nat nuzzled the delicate skin of Isabella’s neck. The soft nibbles of her lips transformed Isabella’s skin into a field of goosebumps. Nat’s hands trailed down, to the button of Isabella’s jeans, while her lips kept working on her neck, occasionally travelling up to her ear. With a quick flip, the button came undone and Nat lowered the zipper. Slowly, she let a finger slide under the waistband of Isabella’s panties. Not far, but enough to cause Isabella’s clit to throb with desire.

When Nat lifted her head away from Isabella’s neck, her eyes shone with a slow, simmering lust. She coaxed Isabella down onto the bed and kneeled in front of her to remove her trousers. She quickly stepped out of her own jeans and straddled Isabella on the bed.
 

While Nat hovered on all fours, Isabella took the opportunity to undo her bra. Nat pushed herself up briefly so the garment could slip off her arms. She bent at the elbows and found Isabella’s ear again.

“I love you,” she said, and the crack in her voice moistened Isabella’s eyes.

Isabella locked Nat’s neck between her arms and held her tight. “Me too,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

Nat traced a path of moist kisses from Isabella’s ear to her mouth. She dropped her body down on Isabella and covered her in flesh, while her tongue skated along Isabella’s lips. Their nipples connected and heat spread through Isabella’s muscles. Nat’s thigh landed between her legs and her knee pushed into her groin.

“Mmm,” Isabella moaned. “I want you so much.”

Nat moved the action of her mouth down, leaving a wet trail of kisses in its wake. When she closed her lips around Isabella’s stiff nipples, Isabella felt her heart pulse in her clit. The softness of Nat’s skin on hers, the gentle but insistent push of her knee between Isabella’s legs and the sensation of Nat’s tongue dancing over the hard peaks of her nipples blended into an avalanche of pleasure soaring through Isabella’s body.
 

Nat’s lips trailed down, leaving a moist path in their wake. Each new stretch of Isabella’s skin her mouth touched, turned into gooseflesh. She travelled lower and let her tongue slide just above the waistband of Isabella’s panties. Isabella’s clit pounded hard beneath the fabric and a wet heat pooled between her upper thighs.

Nat repositioned and dragged her nails over Isabella’s skin while she slid her panties off her. Instinctively, Isabella spread wide, welcoming the fresh breath of air hitting her drenched pussy lips. Nat kneeled between Isabella’s legs and locked eyes with her. Her gaze was unflinching and determined and set Isabella’s blood on fire. Nat slipped her fingers under Isabella’s backside and dug them into her flesh. She kept her gaze fixed on Isabella for an instant longer and with such intensity, Isabella could have sworn she felt her heart flutter.

Just the sight of Nat lowering her head in the direction of her throbbing pussy lips was enough for another trickle of juice to drip down Isabella’s inner thighs. Nat’s lips landed with a gentle smack, the softness of them sending sparks up Isabella’s spine. Soon her lips were replaced with tongue, the tip of it circling Isabella’s swollen clit.

The emotions of the day and the stimulation of the moment would soon have her tipping over the edge. It all collided in Isabella’s brain as a huge burst of pleasure. On any other day, Isabella knew Nat would have made her wait for it, but today was different in so many respects and Nat traced her fingertip around the rim of Isabella’s pussy much faster than she had anticipated.

Then she was inside, two fingers curling and twisting, touching Isabella in the spot that made her lose all control. Nat’s tongue flicked over her clit, her fingers zoned in and all the slowness Nat had practiced earlier now seemed to have transformed into a focused, highly accurate mission to make Isabella come as hard as possible. It was working.

Isabella grabbed hold of the pillows next to her head, needing to hold on to something. A thrilling warmth ran deep under her skin, invading her muscles, taking over. Nat hit the spot repeatedly and white noise crackled in Isabella’s brain. Everything intensified, her entire body pulsed and her flesh seemed to turn to hot liquid.

Her climax shot through her in glorious convulsions, not stopping with the clenching and unclenching of her pussy walls around Nat’s fingers, but culminating in a spray of warm liquid running out of her.

NAT

For all her years of experience and all the women who had come at her hands, Nat had never had this effect on anyone. Another something that made Isabella so unique. Previously, she had acted all casual about it, trying to hold on to a few last scraps of cool, but now tears were about to add to the sea of wetness dripping from her face.

“You’re on sheet changing duty,” Isabella said. “I’m so spent and drenched and middle-aged, I can’t lift another finger.”

“Really?” Nat wiped a few drops off her chin before pushing herself up to face Isabella. “You’re playing the age card?”

“What other perks are there to dating someone as young and with such loose morals as you?”

Nat smiled and kissed Isabella on the nose. “I do wonder if it’s an age thing.”

“What?” Isabella’s expression didn’t give anything away, but Nat knew better.

“I was always told the older, the dry—” Nat felt a pillow smack against the back of her head.

“You’re ruining my post-orgasmic moment of glory.” Isabella pulled her close and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Shut up already.”

“Let’s just sleep in the other room.”
 

“You go ahead,” Isabella whispered in Nat’s ear. “I’ll bring the necessary equipment.”

Isabella’s words sent a shiver up Nat’s spine. Their fight for top was turning more and more into a mere verbal game. Nat loved it when Isabella strapped it on for her, but she wasn’t the type to say it out loud.

“But I won the race, Doc.” She bit into the skin of Isabella’s neck.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want it.” Isabella’s voice dipped into that lower, sexier register and Nat realised now would be a good time to stop arguing. She lifted her head and looked into Isabella’s eyes. Their affair was not an easy one by a long shot, but Nat promised herself she would try.
 

She made her way to the guest room and tugged off her panties on the way. Just thinking about what stood to happen next made her pussy tingle. Isabella took her time but, as far as Nat was concerned, she could take all the time in the world. Nat stretched out on the bed, her pale skin contrasting with the dark colour of the sheets. The air caressed her nipples and anticipation beat in her veins, sending blood to her hardening clit. Nat had no idea who she had to thank for being allowed into Isabella’s life and bed again. She certainly didn’t deserve to be here. She’d take Alex out for organic pizza to thank her. She—
 

All thoughts ceased when Isabella walked into the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a sizeable blue dildo strapped to her pelvis. She held a translucent bottle of lube in her right hand and deposited it on the bedside table. Whichever ones of Isabella’s relatives came to visit next, surely they wouldn’t want to know what was about to transpire in the room they’d be staying in.

Desire shot through Nat’s body, her blood pumping with lust. This reversal of everything she had hinged her life on still caught her by surprise. No wonder she fought it so hard. Change did not come easily to Nathalie Orange. This woman was worth it though. She was worth everything.

Isabella draped her body next to Nat’s, glueing her cool skin to the goosebumps running up Nat’s flesh. “Before we do this,” Isabella said while trailing her fingertips over Nat’s belly. “You need to make me a promise.”

Excellent timing, Nat thought, but her throat was too constricted to speak. She nodded.

“I don’t need you to promise me you’ll stop chasing girls. I don’t need some silly promise of exclusivity either.” Isabella dipped a finger into Nat’s belly button. “All I need is for you to promise me that you’ll allow yourself to be happy. This mindless Hello-Kitty-girl-limbo you’ve created for yourself is not happiness.”

Nat realised they had a lot of talking to do, but she did question Isabella’s timing. In her experience, matters of the heart should not be discussed when one party had a silicone cock strapped to their waist while the other’s mouth went dry at the thought of it entering her. Then again, Nat was hardly an expert at discussing matters of the heart.

“I promise.” Nat would have promised to grow her hair long and only wear skirts for the rest of her life at that point.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Isabella’s finger travelled upward, approaching the swell of Nat’s breasts. “There are no more second chances. This is it.”

Fear mixed with the passion brewing in the pit of Nat’s stomach. She always tried to steer her emotions far away from any sexual encounter. She started to get a vague inkling of what Isabella was trying to achieve.

Isabella rolled Nat’s nipple under the palm of her hand. Nat was not in a position to run away. She didn’t want to run away. Isabella’s hands on her was all she needed while her words pinched at the hardness around her heart.

“I promise you now and I will promise you again tomorrow and every day after that.” Nat hardly recognised her own voice. It came out strangled and tinted by a passion she usually tried to avoid.

“Good.” Isabella closed her hand over Nat’s breast, catching a nipple between her fingers, and squeezed hard.

ISABELLA

To Isabella, few things were more exciting than having the leather straps of a harness biting into the flesh of her thighs. Before walking into the room where Nat waited for her, she had taken a few deep breaths to calm her lust. She needed to reintroduce Nat to allowing her heart to connect with what was happening between her legs. Isabella had seen glimpses of it crossing Nat’s face when she came—something she didn’t suspect Nat did a lot of when she took a nameless girl home. But it had to be said out loud before Isabella delivered the climax of Nat’s life—there was no doubt in her mind she would.

Nat’s nipple hardened between her fingers and the feel of it sent a jolt up Isabella’s pussy. This was going to be one long glorious night of reconnecting.

Isabella slid her body on top of Nat’s. The dildo stood rigid between her legs, making her feel in command. Her lips found the tender skin of Nat’s neck and Isabella nibbled a path down to the deep hollow between her collar bones. She kissed it gently, aware of how sensitive Nat was in that spot. Nat moaned beneath her, her body spasming with lust.

Pushing herself up on all fours, silicone dangling from her centre, Isabella let her nipples dance over Nat’s body. She shifted her weight back until her behind rested on bent legs and she sat surveying Nat. Half-lidded blue eyes revealing only pure need. Hair so dark it blended it in with the black sheets. Porcelain skin stretching over defined muscles. Nat’s body was slender and firm and, despite her reputation and her brash mouth, she looked so vulnerable in Isabella’s bed. Isabella could stare at her like this for hours.