Sabrina moaned into her mouth and it sent Adley into overdrive. Pulling her mouth away, she tugged on the front of Sabrina’s shirt, then held eye contact as she slowly unfastened each button, both of them breathing raggedly. When she pushed the shirt open and off Sabrina’s shoulders to reveal a navy-blue bra with lace trim, Adley felt another surge of wetness between her legs. Sabrina’s skin was creamy and pale, and Adley wanted to taste every square inch of it. Reaching around, she surprised herself by flicking the clasp of Sabrina’s bra open with one try. Sliding it off her shoulders, Adley gasped softly as Sabrina’s breasts were revealed to her, pink nipples hard and begging for her mouth.
Who was she to deny them?
Hands splayed across Sabrina’s back, Adley pulled her closer, took one nipple into her mouth, and sucked. Gently at first, then more firmly, feeling Sabrina’s entire body moving on her lap, grinding into her. She switched from one nipple to the other and back, using her hand to occupy the one that wasn’t currently in her mouth, and before long, Sabrina was nearly writhing, her breathing fast, her hands in Adley’s hair, fisting it and tugging it. When Adley took a moment to look up at her, Sabrina’s head was thrown back, and she reached up, then ran her hand from Sabrina’s chin, down her throat, between her breasts, down her belly, and right into the apex of her still jean-clad thighs. When she pressed her palm into the denim at Sabrina’s center, a small cry filled the living room, and Sabrina crushed her mouth to Adley’s. Hard. Demanding.
Then Sabrina stood up before Adley even had a moment to feel the loss of her body heat. She stood in front of her, wearing jeans and nothing else, and held down her hand to Adley.
It was seriously the sexiest sight Adley had ever seen.
“Come with me,” Sabrina ordered, her voice husky. “Now.”
Adley was no fool. She reached up and put her hand in Sabrina’s. One tug and she was on her feet, but Sabrina didn’t let go. Just led her to the bedroom. They were barely through the doorway when Sabrina took Adley’s face in both hands and kissed her like her life depended on it, walking her backward the whole time. And when Adley’s legs hit the mattress, Sabrina gave her a little shove that sent her down on her back on the bed.
Okay, so the sexiest sight she’d ever seen—Sabrina standing above her, topless and holding out a hand?—yeah, totally overtaken by the sight of the same topless Sabrina crawling up her body as she lay back on the bed. Holy shit. It wasn’t possible for Adley to become any wetter. It just wasn’t.
“God, you’re sexy.” The words slipped out. She hadn’t meant to say them out loud, but when the smile broke across Sabrina’s face, she was glad she had.
“You’re one to talk. You should see things from where I sit.” And with that, Sabrina grasped the hem of Adley’s shirt, pulled it up, and brought her mouth down on the sensitive skin of Adley’s bare stomach. When she swirled her tongue, Adley felt another wave of arousal, knowing it was a preview of what was to come. She wondered if she’d survive long enough to experience it or if she’d spontaneously combust into a pile of ash just from the foreplay.
Sabrina pushed her shirt up farther, baring her bra-covered breasts. But instead of removing the bra, she reached into the top of it and pulled a breast out, and something about the pressure of the fabric combined with Sabrina’s mouth doing wonderfully erotic things to her nipple made Adley whimper. Actually whimper. She slid her fingers into Sabrina’s hair, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her harder against her. More. More, more, more. It was the only coherent word her brain could manage.
Sabrina’s skin was so soft. Impossibly so. Adley ran a hand up and down her bare back, in awe of how anything could feel so silky and not be actual silk. And then Sabrina shifted so they were face-to-face, and then she kissed Adley again, and again, all thought left her brain.
Clothing was removed in some mysterious stealth fashion because the next thing Adley knew, they were both naked. And she would swear on any Bible or child or pile of money that she’d never seen anything quite as beautiful as Sabrina naked. If she could’ve taken a moment to just stare and not have it seem weird, she would’ve. But gawking wasn’t smooth and it wasn’t flattering, and besides, she wanted her hands all over that gorgeous naked body as soon as possible. She reached for her, and Sabrina commented on the goose bumps across Adley’s arms.
“You’re cold.” Sabrina pulled the covers back.
“I don’t care,” Adley said, and it was the God’s honest truth. “Come here.” Working their way under the covers while their mouths were fused together was a challenge, and they ended up laughing for a moment as legs got tangled in sheets and pillows got in the way.
“I mean, I like a big bed, but this is ridiculous,” Sabrina said through her laughter.
“Seriously, how thick are these pillows?” Adley laughed. “How do you not smother in your sleep?” She tossed one to the floor, then peeked over the side of the bed after it but felt a warm hand on her chin. Sabrina turned her head so she faced her, and there was no more laughing.
How did one describe actual sex with Sabrina?
Adley lay in the bed later, well into the wee hours, and took stock of her body. Sabrina was curled up against her, her head on Adley’s shoulder, her arm draped across Adley’s stomach, her leg tucked between Adley’s. She wasn’t snoring, but her breathing was deep and even. Relaxed. Adley should be asleep, too, but she was still keyed up. And if she was being honest? Still turned-on. Everything about being with Sabrina was hot and sexy and erotic. God.
She shifted slightly and felt that wonderful soreness in her lower body. In her thighs, from being held open longer than they had been in a long time. In her center, from being touched, rubbed, and stroked wet for a sustained period of time, which she hadn’t been in so long. Her lips still felt swollen. A little chapped, but in the best of ways. Her brain tossed her an image from less than two hours ago—her legs splayed wide, Sabrina’s beautiful hands holding them open while her tongue did unspeakably sensual things to her center. There came a point when Adley had no idea where Sabrina was touching her. Every touch blurred into one big wave of sensation until Adley’s entire body seemed to pulse with color, then explode. That was orgasm number three, each one more intense than the last. Sabrina was a talented woman. She was also a bit of a control freak. Adley got to have her way with her, but she had to work for it. Sabrina definitely liked to be the alpha, which Adley didn’t mind at all because it was fucking hot. And as she lay there flashing back, she felt her own body start to simmer again. To tingle. Her fingers flexed, and she ran her tongue around her mouth, over her teeth, because yeah. She wanted more.
Sabrina took that moment to shift in her sleep and roll onto her back, off Adley but still touching her. Adley pushed herself up onto an elbow and just stared. It was dark, but the moon was full and they hadn’t gotten around to closing the blinds, so the room was bathed in an ethereal blue light. Sabrina slept soundly, her breathing still deep, her blond hair spread out across the pillow. One hand was on Adley’s hip, the other tucked up against her chin, and Adley watched her face for a few moments, found herself missing those big blue eyes, especially when they were focused on her. Then her gaze began to move. The sheet only covered Sabrina from the waist down, so her beautiful breasts were on full sexy-lighting-and-all display. Adley couldn’t help it. She reached over and brushed a fingertip across a nipple. Once, twice, until it began to harden before her eyes. She let her fingers drift along Sabrina’s warm skin, her stomach, her shoulders, her sides, until Sabrina inhaled softly and turned her head, and there were those eyes, trained on her, hooded, and Adley didn’t wait. She rolled herself on top of Sabrina and wasted no time sliding down her body. Opened her legs. Dipped her head. Tasted.