Just Physical (16 page)

“You talk too much.” Crash tightened her grip on Jill's waist, pulled her closer, and interrupted her words with a demanding kiss.

Moaning, Jill sank against her. Liquid heat seemed to pump through her veins and settled low in her belly. For a moment, she was afraid that she'd become overheated and her symptoms would flare in the middle of things. Then Crash's tongue slid against hers and she stopped worrying. Stopped thinking. She tangled her fingers in Crash's hair and angled her head to deepen the kiss.

With each stroke of their tongues against each other, with each touch of Crash's hands along her bare upper back and shoulders, the heat inside her flared higher until Jill wrenched her mouth away.

Crash stared at her, her pupils so large that only thin rings of blue remained of her irises. “What is it?” she rasped, her voice rough with passion. “Oh, please, tell me you didn't just invent another rule that forbids kissing.”

The near panic in her eyes made Jill chuckle. “No, don't worry. This isn't
Pretty Woman
. Kissing is okay. Very okay. I just wanted to move this to the bed.”

“Oh yeah. Good idea.” Crash walked her backward, not letting go of her for even a second, and eased her down on the bed before following her, covering her body with her own.

Crash immediately kissed her again—a slow, thorough kiss that nearly drove Jill crazy. Only when Crash dipped her head and her mouth grazed the skin above her sternum did Jill notice that Crash had somehow managed to remove her towel without her being aware of it.

For a second, being completely naked while Crash still wore her bathrobe made her feel too vulnerable, as if not just her body but her soul had been laid bare to Crash's gaze.

Nonsense,
she firmly told herself.
This is just a night of fun between consenting adults.
Crash wanted to explore her body, not find out her deepest fears and secrets.

From the hungry look in Crash's eyes, Jill had expected the sex to be fast and wild, but Crash didn't seem to be in any hurry.

She leaned up on one elbow and studied Jill's body with such intense focus that Jill began to squirm beneath her.

Was she Crash's type, or did Crash usually prefer women who were taller or smaller or had—? She interrupted her thoughts with a mental shake of her head. It didn't matter. This was a one-time hook-up, not a match for life. Still, she couldn't help wondering if Crash liked her body. While Jill still worked out several times a week, she had to be more careful not to exhaust herself too much or risk a temporary flare-up of her symptoms, so she wasn't as athletic-looking anymore as she had been two years ago.

Crash either didn't notice or didn't care. Nothing but admiration and passion gleamed in her eyes as she studied Jill's body.

Her worries eased, Jill just lay back and let Crash look at her.

Finally, Crash trailed kisses down Jill's chest but never ventured closer to her nipples, which were begging for attention. She flicked out her tongue as if trying to taste the freckles on Jill's chest. Her body moved slowly against Jill's, creating deliberate friction. Leisurely, as if she had all the time in the world, her fingertips followed the path of her mouth down Jill's body.

Jill's belly tightened in anticipation of where Crash's hand might end up, but instead, Crash drew lazy circles around one breast. Jill groaned. These maddeningly unhurried touches were driving her crazy. She pushed against Crash's shoulders and rolled them over until she was the one lying on top.

Their legs tangled, and one of Crash's thighs slid between hers, pressing against her.

Jill gasped and eased away. It had been too long since she'd been with a woman. If she wasn't careful, this would be over too soon. This could be the very last time she ever had sex with someone, so she was resolved to make the most out of it. For now, she would focus on Crash instead of the pleasure pulsing through her own body.

She toyed with the sash of Crash's robe, but instead of untying it, she just slid her hand into the opening of the robe. She lightly cupped one breast through the thin tank top. It wasn't too small or too large.
Perfect. Just perfect.
She moved her thumb back and forth over one nipple, which instantly hardened.

Crash bit her lip but didn't make a sound.

Jill grinned. She loved nothing better than a bit of a challenge. Keeping her gaze on Crash's face to watch her reactions, she pushed the robe from her shoulders and arms and helped Crash struggle out of the tank top without taking the time to open the sash. Immediately drawn back to Crash's body, she grazed her teeth down her torso.

Crash's chest heaved beneath her, and she clutched Jill's ass with both hands, pressing her closer, but still made no sound.

Grinning against Crash's skin, Jill moved farther down. She nipped at the soft underside of one breast, then circled it with her tongue before closing her mouth over Crash's nipple and sucking gently.

A long, throaty moan escaped Crash, making Jill smile in triumph. “That's good,” Crash said, her voice hoarse. “More than…Jesus!”

Jill swirled her tongue around the hardened tip. After she had thoroughly loved the breast, she moved back a little.

“One more rule,” Crash said, sounding breathless. “No stopping.”

“I'm not stopping.” The bathrobe, which was still tied at Crash's waist, needed to go. She wanted to see and touch all of Crash. Jill undid the knot and parted the robe slowly, like unwrapping a present. “Sit up for a moment,” she said. When Crash did, she pulled the robe free and then hooked her fingers into the waistband of Crash's boxer shorts. She slid them down and dropped Crash's clothes next to her towel on the floor. Lying on her side next to Crash, she looked down at her.

Crash's body was a work of art. Her tanned skin had a golden glow in the low light of the lamp on the bedside table. Her face, more handsome than beautiful, was flushed with pleasure. Jill took in her lean muscles and taut stomach.
So stunning.
Her mouth went dry. Despite her earlier promise not to stop, she hesitated. Did she really have the right to get involved with her, even for just a one-night stand? Crash was so full of life and vitality with the body of a goddess, while she…

Crash interrupted her thoughts when she linked both of her hands in the small of Jill's back and pulled her down against her body. “Another rule,” she whispered against Jill's lips. “No thinking.”

When Crash kissed her again, Jill had no problem following that newest rule. For now, the MS and her unpredictable future didn't matter, only the here and now. She started exploring every inch of Crash's body with her hands and mouth. While her fingers traced the sides of her breasts, she touched her tongue to the spot where Crash's pulse pounded in her neck.

Her own heart hammered as if in response, beating a wild rhythm against her ribs. She hummed when she tasted the slightly salty skin.

A deep groan vibrated through Crash's chest.

Jill nibbled her way down the line of Crash's throat then slid lower to toy with her nipple.

Crash's strong thighs parted so she could press her body more fully against Jill's.

The hot wetness against her belly made Jill groan. God, she wanted to taste her so badly, but it seemed too intimate for what they were doing. So she circled Crash's nipple with her tongue instead before drawing it fully into her mouth. It hardened against her tongue as she sucked gently.

“Again!” Crash groaned, her voice raw with need. “Do that again.”

Jill switched to the other breast and repeated her sensuous actions.

Crash cradled the back of Jill's head with both hands and pressed her closer to her breast. Her hips thrust against Jill, seeking friction. She tried to roll them over and take the lead, but Jill stopped her by pressing a hand against her chest, fingers splayed wide.

“No. Let me.” She knew Crash was stronger and could reverse their positions easily if she really wanted, but apparently, Crash was willing to give her control. Being able to guide her pleasure was a powerful turn-on.

Crash dropped her arms back to the bed and grasped two handfuls of the sheet.

Jill slid a little to the side so she could have better access to Crash's body. She trailed her right hand down Crash's chest, this time not detouring to her breasts. Her fingertips traced the bands of muscles in Crash's abdomen and then teased the sensitive spot where her hips met her legs before caressing the incredibly soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

As she trailed her fingers higher, Crash's breath hitched. Groaning, she lifted her head to watch Jill's fingertips dip into her damp curls and then, with another groan, let her head fall back against the pillow.

The sounds and feel of her made Jill nearly dizzy with desire. Unable to wait any longer, she slid one finger between Crash's folds, stroked across her clit, and then slowly pressed into her.

“Jill…so… Oh, yes!”

Jill held still for a moment, marveling at the wetness and heat, then she slowly began to move.

A guttural groan tore from Crash's throat. “Faster.”

At the need in Crash's voice, Jill moved her finger faster against the straining of Crash's muscles.

Crash's hips kept in rhythm with her hand. They moved together so effortlessly as if they had done it a hundred times before.

The tendons in Crash's neck stood out in sharp relief. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

Jill wished for this moment to last forever, but she didn't want to torture Crash.

When she added a second finger, Crash's back bowed. Her thrusts against Jill's hand became more urgent. The wild look of abandon on her face made Jill's belly twist with desire. Then Crash's entire body tensed. With a shout, she collapsed back onto the bed.

Once the contractions stopped, Jill withdrew her fingers and watched as Crash's eyes blinked open. Their gazes met.

A slow, satisfied smile spread over Crash's face. “Is there a rule against complimenting your technique?” she asked breathlessly.

Jill grinned back, glad that Crash was keeping this light and fun. “Nope. That's not only allowed; it's highly recommended.”

“Then consider yourself complimented.” A shuddery breath escaped her, and she shook her head as if having to clear it. “God, you're good. Let's see if I can keep up.” Instead of rolling them over so that she was on top, she patted her muscular thighs. “Straddle me.”

A jolt of desire went straight to Jill's core. Hoping her left leg would hold up, she straddled Crash's lap and slowly lowered herself. When her wet flesh touched Crash's smooth thighs, all thoughts of the MS vanished. She had to fight the urge to rub herself against Crash's gorgeous body like a cat in heat. If she did, this would be over too fast. “Touch me.”

Crash rasped her teeth over her own bottom lip as if having to restrain herself. She looked up at Jill with smoldering eyes. “Don't worry. I will.”

Jill loved the way she looked at her. It made her feel sexy. Alive. Healthy. God, she had missed this.

With Jill straddling her lap, Crash sat up. Her impressive abdominal muscles flexed against Jill, making her moan. Crash's skin, damp and glistening with sweat, felt like silk against her own.

Crash ducked her head and took one nipple into her mouth while rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand moved around Jill to massage one of her ass cheeks and pull her closer against her belly.

Groaning, Jill rocked against her. “Touch me,” she said again, no longer sure whether she was giving orders or begging—and no longer sure if she cared. She grasped the hand that was caressing her breast and brought it down. “Touch me here.”

“Like this?” Crash rubbed one fingertip over Jill's clit in light circles, then slipped lower to tease her entrance with soft strokes while her other hand was still kneading Jill's ass.

Jesus.
Jill sucked in a sharp breath. Those hands were magic. The muscles in her belly and thighs were already starting to quiver. “Inside. Now.” She clasped Crash's wrist and guided her down.

Their groans mingled as Crash slid inside with two fingers. Her other hand came to rest on the small of her back, guiding her, as Jill began to rock against her.

Crash's hot mouth was on her neck.

Through the haze of lust, Jill somehow had the presence of mind to gasp out, “No marks. Don't leave any… God, yes!”

Crash had shifted her palm a little so that she could now stroke Jill's clit with her thumb without interrupting the rhythm of her other fingers.

The movements of Jill's hips became erratic.
So close. So…
She leaned down and kissed Crash hard until she had to break the kiss to gasp for breath.

Crash flexed her fingers inside of her, at the same time raking her teeth over the sensitive area below Jill's ear.

“Oh! Crash!” She arched against her one last time, then orgasm hit and she collapsed against her with a shout.

Crash held Jill close and guided her down, onto her side. She stayed with her, stilling her fingers but not removing them.

Dazed and unable to move, Jill allowed her head to rest against Crash's shoulder. This wasn't cuddling, she told herself. She would move away as soon as she regained use of her limbs. “You should consider yourself complimented too,” she said when her breathing finally slowed. Her voice was hoarse and her throat dry. “Was I shouting?”

“Let's just say I hope the people in the neighboring rooms don't belong to our crew,” Crash said with a daredevilish grin.

Jill blushed, but she didn't look away from Crash's heated gaze. “Yeah, let's hope so, because we've only just gotten started.” Her body felt sated and exhausted, but she couldn't get enough, especially knowing that this would be the only night they had.

“Oh, is that so?” Crash drawled. Without waiting for Jill's reply, she started moving her fingers again. It was as if she had learned to read Jill's body perfectly already; she immediately hit the right spot.