Thirteen Hours (23 page)

Laurel’s pussy clenched and throbbed at the words, and a dense ball of pleasure formed deep in her belly. Dana pounded against her hard enough that her clit was bumped by the harness on every forceful stroke. Laurel kept her hands above her head as Dana tortured her nipples, closing her eyes and concentrating on the orgasm that promised to rip through her body.

“Ask me to fuck you harder,” Dana panted. Her body was damp with sweat, heavy on top of Laurel’s. She still held one of Laurel’s wrists in her hand. “Beg me, Laurel.”

Laurel felt the orgasm tingling in her toes. “Please,” she begged, “fuck me harder.” She squirmed beneath Dana, trying to bring her hips up to meet the vigorous strokes.

Dana released her nipple and brought her hand up to pin Laurel’s free wrist to the bed once again. When she had her fully restrained, she increased the strength of her pounding.

“Come for me,” Dana commanded. “Let me hear you come all over that big cock.” She pressed her face into Laurel’s neck, biting the tender skin there.

It was more than enough to send Laurel over the edge. She opened her mouth and called out as her pussy contracted in pleasure. The orgasm hit her hard, making her voice crack and her legs shake, leaving her limp and boneless beneath Dana’s weight. She closed her eyes and rode it out for as long as possible, biting her lip as Dana continued to pump into her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, the strength of her release leaving her overwhelmed and unable to speak.

“Stop,” Laurel finally gasped. An instant of thought, then, “Quicksilver.”

Immediately Dana stopped moving. She released Laurel’s wrists and planted her hands on the mattress so she could push away from their sweaty embrace. “Are you all right?”

Laurel released a helpless sob of ecstasy. She threw her arms around Dana’s neck, pulling her into a strong hug. “Oh my God,” she gasped. Aftershocks rumbled through her body, causing her pussy to tighten around the dildo that still rested inside. “Dana, that was amazing. That was…exactly what I wanted.”

Dana felt her body vibrate with quiet joy. That had perfectly satisfied her own dominance fantasies. Was it possible that they were truly so compatible? “It was fun. I really did okay?”

Laurel loosened her grip, drawing back to meet Dana’s tender gaze. At once, her sweet, sensitive lover was back. “You’re a fucking natural at that.”

Dana beamed, feeling a swell of cocky pride. “I thought I did okay.”

“Okay?” Laurel repeated incredulously. “That couldn’t have been more perfect. I came so hard—”

“Really?”

Laurel gave her a sincere nod. “But, honey?”

“Yeah?”

“You need to pull out of me now.” Laurel wrinkled her nose, shifting under Dana. “I’m thoroughly ravished.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Dana shifted, unsure of how best to extricate herself from their embrace. “Why don’t you help me?”

With a nod, Laurel tensed her muscles and helped push the dildo out of her body, groaning at the sensation. Dana backed off to sit on her knees, and began the involved task of releasing herself from the harness.

“I wasn’t planning on using this, actually,” Dana murmured. She moved with languid grace, a peaceful smile on her face. “I just felt you under me and inspiration struck.”

Laurel marveled at the sexy confidence of her lover. Sometimes she couldn’t believe this was the uptight project manager she’d met in the elevator that night. “I love feeling your body against mine when you’re inside me.”

Dana grinned and kept unbuckling.

Stretching, Laurel pulled the quilt that was bunched at the end of the bed over her body. A loud yawn forced its way out of her mouth.

“Honey, you wore me out.”

Dana discarded the dildo and harness on the floor. “Getting old, huh? Twenty-five and one little orgasm lays you out?”

“There was nothing little about that orgasm.”

A familiar look of self-satisfaction stole over Dana’s face. “Of course there wasn’t.”

Laurel chuckled and reached out with a lazy hand to tug Dana under the quilt with her. “Come cuddle me.”

“Actually, I wanted to do something else first.” Dana climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. “Don’t pass out just yet,” she called over her shoulder.

After a moment, Laurel heard the bathtub faucet begin to run.

Eyes closed, she couldn’t suppress a blissful smile.
A hot bath. Lovely.

She covered her damp sex with one hand, exhaling at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against sensitive skin.

“Baby?”

Laurel attempted to pick her head up off the pillow when Dana came back into the room, but failed miserably. Her muscles felt like jelly. “Yeah?”

“Aww,” Dana cooed. She crossed over to the bed, dropping onto her knees next to Laurel. “Are you too tired for a bath?”

“Just too boneless to actually stand up.” She turned her grin on her lover. “You fucked me hard.”

Dana wrapped her arms around Laurel’s shoulders and gathered her into a reverent hug. “Yes, I did.” She tugged Laurel into a sitting position, supporting her weight with the embrace. “And now I want to wash you.”

Laurel allowed Dana to lead her by the hand to the bathroom. The tub was full of steamy, fragrant water, and two of her favorite candles were lit on the edge. Dana gave her a shy smile when Laurel whimpered at the sight.

“Get in,” Dana said. “I want to wash your hair.”

Laurel was already testing the temperature with her toe. “You aren’t going to get in with me?”

“I will in a couple of minutes.” Dana settled next to the tub and picked up a sponge. “Let me just pamper you first.”

“I’m not about to argue.” Laurel sat down in the hot water, groaning as her aching muscles began to relax. “Oh, that feels wonderful.”

Dana poured some body wash on the sponge and rubbed it over Laurel’s upper back. “You worked up a little sweat, honey.”

“So did you.”

“I think that’s the most exercise I’ve gotten in months.”

Laurel leaned forward to give Dana better access to her back. “That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I felt so safe with you.”

In the candlelight, she could see color rise on Dana’s cheeks.

“I didn’t…go too far?”

“Oh, no. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

“Lean back, darling,” Dana said. When Laurel complied, she rubbed the sponge over Laurel’s tender breasts. She was silent for some time, then murmured, “I felt safe with you, too.”

“Yeah?” Laurel moaned quietly when Dana’s hand ventured down over her belly.

“Yeah,” Dana said. “I don’t think I could have done something like that if I didn’t trust you so completely.”

In a way, it was funny that Dana, having played the dominant role, would feel like that. But Laurel understood what she was saying.

“Trust is what makes something like that so good.” Laurel shivered as she reflected on their lovemaking. She cupped Dana’s pale breast in her hand and pinched her nipple lightly. “This is an amazing gift. Knowing that I can share my fantasies with you, and that you’ll play them out with me—”

“I’ll have to remember that for your birthday. It’s a cheap gift.”

Laurel swatted Dana’s arm. “Shut up.”

“No, I mean it. It really fits within my budget.”

Laurel smacked Dana’s arm again, harder this time. “Stop before I decide you’re not the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Dana dropped the sponge and wrapped her arms around Laurel’s middle. “I am?”

“Without a doubt.”

Teasing fingers traced patterns down over her belly, then between her thighs. With a low groan, Laurel parted her legs to allow Dana to stroke the swollen lips of her pussy.

“I am so crazy about you, Laurel.” Dana buried her face in Laurel’s neck, breathing hard. Her fingertips sought out Laurel’s clit, still impossibly swollen, and she began rubbing gentle circles around the ridge of flesh. “I feel so much that sometimes I don’t know how to tell you.”

“Kiss me.” Despite her exhaustion, Laurel felt her ardor rising once again. “I always know how you feel when you kiss me.”

Wordlessly, Dana did as she asked. She pulled her face from Laurel’s neck and found her lips, slipping her tongue inside her mouth with a quiet moan. Laurel looped her arms around her neck and kissed her back.

Despite their rather inauspicious beginning—that messy, fumbling first kiss in the elevator—Laurel thought that kissing Dana was the most delicious thing she had ever done. If she could, she would spend every evening on the couch, just making out. Dana had honed an uncanny ability to communicate the depth of her emotions with her lips, and it was when Dana’s tongue played inside her mouth that Laurel felt the safest and most secure in their relationship.

As they kissed, Dana brought her to a slow, sweet orgasm with the pads of her fingers. She never left Laurel’s mouth for a moment, alternating between long, wet explorations with her tongue and gentle nibbles on her lips. She kept one arm wrapped around Laurel’s back while the other worked between her thighs, and when Laurel came, she held her trembling body tight.

Dana drew back when Laurel had recovered from her orgasm. “I wanted to make soft love to you, too, baby. I hope you don’t mind—”

Laurel shook her head, closing her thighs and trapping Dana’s hand between them. “I was wrong earlier, when I said that tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“Yeah?” Dana slipped her hand from between Laurel’s thighs, opened the drain, and reached up to turn the faucet on again. Hot water poured into the bathtub, warming Laurel’s body.

Laurel moved forward so that Dana could climb into the bathtub behind her. “I have a gift for you.”

“I’m not sure what more you could possibly give me right now.”

“I quit my job at the club last night.”

Dana’s heart sang at the words she had been hoping to hear for almost a month now. She was thrilled, but with that came a sharp stab of guilt. Did Laurel do this for her? “I hope this isn’t because I—”

“This is because I wanted to do this. For you. Because you’ve made my life more perfect.”

Tears filled Dana’s eyes, and she was almost glad Laurel was facing away from her. She wasn’t sure she had ever felt so much, about anything. Her heart ached in the most pleasant way imaginable. Dana eased her legs around Laurel’s waist and pulled her back into a strong hug with both arms. Inhaling the scent of Laurel’s hair, she whispered, “You deserve perfect.”

Laurel leaned back into Dana’s embrace with a contented smile.

And I’ve got you.

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aurel woke up on the morning of her twenty-sixth birthday to a soft hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. She whimpered, half asleep, when warm fingers slipped through the wetness she was surprised to feel between her legs so early. Either she’d been having one hell of a dream, or Dana had been teasing her for a while now.

Laurel decided to play possum and see what developed.

Dana’s fingertips creep-crawled over her abdomen, sweeping across her belly before moving down to play with the damp curls covering her sex. She tugged on the short hairs, pulling a low groan from Laurel’s throat.

“You awake, honey?”

Laurel kept her eyes closed, eager to see where this was going.

She arched her back a little and let her thighs fall open for Dana’s hand.

Murmuring sleepily, she turned her face to the side.

“Not yet, huh?” Dana whispered. She rasped blunt fingernails over Laurel’s sensitive outer lips and traced gentle patterns across her slick labia with the pad of her thumb. “Maybe I need to try harder.”

Yes.
Laurel eased her legs apart another inch.
Try harder.

Groaning when her mother’s old quilt was pulled from her naked body, Laurel felt her nipples harden in the cool air and under Dana’s hot gaze. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know that her lover was studying her body with that intense stare. Laurel’s nostrils flared with arousal when a fingertip pressed against her opening, but didn’t go inside.

“I wonder what would wake my girl up,” Dana murmured.

Laurel suspected that the words were as much for her as they were an out-loud musing, and she fought not to smile at the quiet question.
I wonder what you’ll do to find out.

The bed shifted under Dana’s weight, and Laurel could feel her changing position beside where she lay sprawled on her back. Her body tensed in anticipation of Dana’s next move.

A soft, wet tongue snaked a lazy trail from just below Laurel’s belly button to the hair between her thighs. Laurel whimpered and spread her legs even farther apart, now wanton in her pose.

“I bet this wakes her up,” Dana mumbled. And then she stopped talking.

Laurel opened her eyes when Dana’s tongue eased between the folds of her sex, lapping up some of the wetness her sleeping body had produced. She couldn’t stop a shaky sigh, and she tangled her fingers in Dana’s tousled hair.

Dana paused in her gentle licking, looking up into Laurel’s eyes with a pleased smile. She was naked and stretched out on her belly between Laurel’s thighs. “Good morning, birthday girl.”

“Good morning.”

Pulling her open carefully, Dana lowered her face and dragged her tongue up the length of Laurel’s pussy. She flicked at her clit with the tip of her tongue, then drew back with a wide grin. “I made you breakfast in bed.”

Laurel looked at the tray of food sitting on the table near her oak dresser. The thought of Dana—boardroom, sales-pitch Dana—slaving in the kitchen was enough to make the day special. “Breakfast? For me?”

Dana gave her a loving lick, from bottom to top. “All for you, honey.” She inhaled, nuzzling into Laurel’s slick folds. “But I want to eat first.”

Laurel cradled the back of Dana’s head in her hand, holding her close. “Will mine get cold?”

Sucking Laurel’s swollen clit in a hot, wet kiss, Dana took a while to answer. Finally she retreated, licking her lips. “Fresh fruit and dry cereal. And orange juice.”

Perhaps she didn’t slave, but she certainly thought ahead. Laurel urged Dana back to task with a lazy grin. “Perfect.”