Pia leaned forward to place a kiss on her collarbone over her shirt.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Pia said, her hands moving to explore Zoey's back, holding her tightly. "And you're wearing entirely too many clothes."
Zoey grinned, pulling her shirt over her head.
Pia's hands moved over Zoey's hips and stomach to touch her breasts through her thin bra. Her touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through Zoey's body.
"Is this okay?" Pia asked, looking up through her eyelashes.
Zoey nodded. "Oh, yes, it's more than okay," she said, the words barely audible.
"Wow, you sure know how to compliment a woman," Pia teased.
"Shut up and take off your shirt," Zoey said, reaching for the edge of Pia's shirt.
Pia flung her shirt across the room haphazardly.
Zoey moved her hands over Pia's bare shoulders, over the soft fabric of her sports bra, exploring the other woman's body with her touch.
"Your skin is so soft," Zoey said with slight awe. Pia's skin was so fair compared to her light brown skin.
"Thanks, I use lotion," Pia said in an exaggeratedly seductive voice.
Zoey laughed, but her laugh was immediately cut off as Pia leaned forward, catching Zoey's nipple between her teeth, only the flimsy fabric of her bra barely separating them.
Zoey's head tipped back involuntarily, and Pia moved her mouth, kissing up her sternum and over the soft sloping curves of her neck.
The room was silent save for their breaths and the sound of skin on fabric, connecting and exploring.
She suddenly felt nervous again, like she had before getting in the car. Her stomach flipped in anticipation and she needed to take a deep breath.
Zoey looked down at Pia, pausing. "I'm not..." She began.
Pia stopped every movement of her body. "What's up?"
"I don't know what I'm doing," Zoey confessed.
Pia tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "As in?"
"Am I doing it right?" Zoey asked, feeling self-conscious.
Pia let out of a gentle sigh. "You're doing everything fine so far," Pia said with a small grin.
Pia's hands came up to squeeze her hips again, her thumbs circling over the bare skin of her stomach.
Oh God, it really was going to happen. She was going to have sex with a woman. And not just any woman. Pia.
"Wait," Zoey said, leaning back again.
Pia looked up at her patiently.
"Ground rules," Zoey said.
Pia nodded, leaning back to prop her elbows on the arm of the couch so that she was nearly lying flat beneath Zoey.
"This doesn't mean we're..." Zoey said, pointing between them.
"Oh, yeah, casual. Got it," Pia said.
"Just friends," Zoey said.
Pia raised an eyebrow. "No pressure," she said.
"We're just two people who occasionally take private planes and make out," Zoey said.
"Sure, so normal," Pia joked.
"It isn't, like, a thing," Zoey said.
Pia nodded.
"This doesn't mean anything," Zoey said.
Pia stilled under her, her brow furrowing.
"Well, let me rephrase. This isn't more than it is," Zoey said, knowing the answer was still vague, but it was a difficult concept to explain. "We're just two women who happen to have a physical connection and also we are friends."
"Zoey?" Pia said quietly.
Zoey paused, blinking down at her.
"Stop talking," Pia said, and she sat up, taking Zoey's mouth in a rough kiss.
They awkwardly stood, unable to keep their hands off each other as they stumbled toward one of the bedrooms — the room that Pia had claimed earlier.
Their pants and bras came off in a flurry of fabric and laughter and lost balance, sending Zoey falling onto the bed.
When Pia moved on top of her, she stilled at the touch and feel of Pia’s mostly naked body, the weight of Pia on top of her, sliding over her, was making her heart pound out of her chest in anticipation.
She had been hesitant before, but now, like this... She could hardly wait one moment longer.
Zoey's body and desire turned desperate and greedy, wanting her, and wanting her now. Zoey clutched at Pia, pulling at her shoulders and her hips as her lips seemed to be everywhere at once, journeying down her throat, over her breasts, lingering to gently bite her sensitive skin.
Zoey was impatient for Pia to continue. “Pia,” she begged, her voice sounding far away.
Pia took her time, making Zoey wait as she kissed over Zoey’s stomach and down to her hips, along the soft skin that led her to Zoey’s inner thighs.
Finally, with a languid pace, Pia hooked her finger under the waistband of Zoey’s underwear and slid them over her hips and down her legs.
Zoey was impatient for Pia to continue. “Pia, please,” she begged, her voice sounding far away. She needed Pia in a way that might have frightened her if she wasn’t so consumed with the feeling of finally.
Pia slid her hand over the length of Zoey’s leg, her palm curving over the muscles until she was touching Zoey’s most sensitive spot. Zoey’s knees fell open, welcoming the sensation as she closed her eyes, her head tipping back again in pure agony and delight.
Pleasure rolled over her in waves, unlike anything she had felt before. Pia’s touch felt intimate and intense and delicious all at once. The all-encompassing feeling was an intoxicating mixture of passion and newness. Pia’s touch was so much softer than anyone she had been with, and she played Zoey’s body with the expertise of a musician.
Pia slipped two fingers inside of her, keeping pressure in all the right places as Zoey felt as though she was floating off the bed entirely. She tried to ground herself by looking down, but meeting Pia’s intense dark-eyed stare, and seeing the raw hunger that was within her immediately sent her over the edge of climax.
Pia continued to touch her exactly how she needed until she had come back to earth, her hands gripping the bedspread under her.
“That was…” Zoey said, trying to catch her breath. "I don't think I expected it to be..." She swallowed, unable to find the right words, or any words, or any grasp of the English language at all.
Pia slid back up her body and wrapped an arm around her. "That's what all the women tell me," she joked.
Zoey flipped onto her side, swinging a leg casually over Pia's hip. "Oh yeah? Is that why they call you Magic Hands Marino?" She teased.
"Among other things," Pia said, a grin quirking up the edge of her mouth.
"I have a very serious question," Zoey said, taking a deep breath.
Pia looked instantly concerned. "Of course," she said.
"Can we order french fries and more wine and then talk me through how I can do that to you?" Zoey asked.
Pia's eyes widened in surprise as she laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
Hours later, after having a bed picnic and relaxing for awhile, Zoey's hands skimmed Pia's stomach, then dipped lower between her legs, sliding into the warmth of her. It was so like her own, and yet, completely different.
And when she lay between Pia's legs, her tongue finding the spot that made Pia's entire body shake and clench, something tightened in her own chest at the idea that she was giving Pia such pleasure. That she was the name on Pia's lips as she came. Twice. Zoey found herself giving into the heady arousal of how Pia tasted just slightly sweeter as she shattered, her back arching off the bed as her fingers wound in Zoey's hair.