Authors: Em Petrova
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Jane eased her BMW into the driveway, put it in park and checked her appearance in the mirror. Her lips were plump from Margot’s passionate kisses and her eyes glistened with excitement.
The sun sparkled off the sleek silver car pulling into the drive behind her. In the rearview mirror, she and Margot’s eyes met.
Her pussy throbbed to life at the sight of that dark, level gaze. Her heart flipped.
God, this could be a real love affair.
She already knew she couldn’t get enough of her taste, and Margot was the best fucking French kisser she’d ever encountered.
As Jane slipped out of the car and walked to Margot’s door, she experienced a bolt of apprehension about bringing her home. Sometimes her husband came home for lunch. What would he say if he walked in to find his wife in bed with another woman?
Jane opened the car door for Margot and pulled her to her feet. Margot brushed against her, raising instant need. Jane wrapped her fingers about her slender wrist and led her toward the front door, throwing away caution.
“Your house is gorgeous,” Margot said when they got inside. She slipped off her wedge sandals and looked up at the soaring ceilings and chandeliers.
“Thanks. Ethan brings a lot of work colleagues home. I try to keep it nice. Want some coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
Without releasing Margot’s fingers, Jane led her to the kitchen. She squeezed her hand and crossed to the coffee maker as Margot took a seat at the counter. “So, Margot. I don’t know much about you,” she said.
Except how you gasp when you come
. “Where do you work? I’ve seen you in scrubs.”
“I’m a night nurse at the hospital. I’ve been there six years. The night shift is hard, but I can get my twins off to school in the morning and off the bus in the afternoon. My mother picks up the slack in between.”
“I’m glad it’s working out for you. I was sorry to hear about your divorce.”
Margot dropped her gaze to her fingernails, then brought her hand to her upper lip, inhaling. A shot of electricity tore through Jane. She had spent the entire ride from the gym to her house doing that exact thing—enjoying Margot’s scent on her fingers.
Their eyes met and Margot smiled softly. “Don’t be. This is pretty crazy, Jane.”
Jane dumped two spoonfuls of coffee into the maker and closed the bag of grounds. “It’s exciting, that’s for sure.”
Again, Margot smoothed her finger over her lip. “I never dreamed of something like this happening, although I have noticed you before.”
With an eyebrow raised, Jane busied her hands by pouring water into the machine. If she didn’t, she would round the counter, cup Margot’s face and plunge her tongue between her sweet lips. She couldn’t get enough of the scalding feel of her mouth. Slippery, salty almost. What would her slit taste like?
“I noticed you in kickboxing class. You look amazing when you work out. It looks effortless.”
Jane leaned against the counter, reaching for Margot’s hand. “Like I said, I’ve worked hard for my body. Ethan enjoys it. I’m glad you do too.”
“I do,” Margot said, a flush crawling up her throat and cheeks to disappear into her hairline.
Jane’s heart lurched at the sight. Oh, yeah. She could definitely lose herself in this woman. A strong protectiveness was already at work in her heart.
She captured the point of Margot’s chin between her thumb and finger. “I’ve wanted to touch you like that for months.”
Margot’s blush deepened. Her lashes swept her cheeks as she looked down.
Temptation won out. Jane moved in, needing that kiss. Needing her taste. Oh, God, how would she let Margot walk out that door at two-thirty to get her kids off the bus?
She brushed her lips over Margot’s in a whispery kiss. Margot’s eyes slipped shut and she sighed into Jane’s mouth. Jane devoured it, drew it into herself. They moved away to stare into each other’s eyes.
Jane slid a coffee mug across the counter to her and sought the sugar bowl. As she crossed to the refrigerator for cream, she felt Margot’s eyes on her.
“When does your husband come home from work?”
Jane started. Her pulse leapt and she glanced at the wall clock. Relief threaded through her, making her feel weak and shaky. If he was coming home for lunch, he would have called by now.
“Around six o’clock.”
Margot sighed. “I miss that. Looking forward to seeing someone at the end of the day. The kids are great. Real troopers and accepting of our new situation. But I miss the relationship. I didn’t realize I needed that something in my life until now.”
Their eyes caught and held.
“And how do you feel about that? About getting to know each other better and maybe letting this take the place of that something?” Jane’s throat constricted. She longed to hear Margot say she felt the things Jane had been feeling all morning—tenderness, passion. Much more than lust.
“I think if you find a connection with someone, it doesn’t matter the gender,” Margot said.
Jane leaned against the counter and watched Margot trace a swirling pattern in the granite countertop with a fingertip. When their eyes met, excitement gonged in Jane’s core.
“You don’t really want that coffee, do you?” she asked.
“No.”
Jane walked around the counter as Margot rose. Jane caught her hand and led her back the hall to the master bedroom suite. Margot’s fingers threaded with hers, sending a sweet pang to her heart and a throbbing sensation to her cunt.
She pulled her into her room and closed the door. They faced each other and shared a little laugh, easing the tension. “Come sit with me,” Jane said. She crawled onto her king-sized platform bed and stretched out.
Margot paused at the bedside, running a palm over the silky coverlet, eyes traveling around the room, touching on everything but the woman lying before her who was shaking with lust.
Jane took her hand again, circling her palm, stroking her long, slender fingers while she held her eyes.
Jane waited patiently, allowing her to grow accustomed to her surroundings and the idea of crawling into bed with her. Yet her body urged her to grasp Margot by the waist and pull her down to lie across her body. She wanted to feel her weight. The memory of her on her lap in the dressing room cubicle was not enough.
“It’s been weird,” Margot said softly, “sleeping alone again after ten years.”
Understanding flickered through Jane’s consciousness. She sat up and edged closer to her. Her hands rested on her waist, noting again the yummy give of it and the curve of her hips beneath. With a puff of a sigh, Margot leaned into Jane. Her arms came around her back and toyed with the hair at the base of her neck, making her shiver.
A rush of emotion gripped Jane as she pulled Margot close. So she wasn’t as blasé about her divorce as she let on. “How long has your divorce been final?” she asked, tracing small circles on her lower back.
“Six months. But we were separated before that.”
“I’m here if you need to talk,” Jane said.
Margot dropped her face into Jane’s hair. “I don’t particularly. It’s just these feelings rising in me again…”
Jane’s arms flexed about her waist. “I know what you mean.”
“Won’t Ethan be angry? Will you tell him?”
“Of course I’ll tell him and no, he won’t be angry. He’s very understanding. He’s known for about a year that I’ve been longing for more. And I don’t only mean sexually.”
“I don’t want to come between you.”
“You won’t. Absolutely not.” Jane tilted her face to meet Margot’s gaze, shocked by its intensity, longing, and need.
The hint of a smile touched the corner of Margot’s lips. She stroked Jane’s hair, tickling the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You are a striking woman, Jane. Beautiful and powerful and vulnerable all at once.”
“I think the same of you. What do you think of working toward a new relationship?”
“With you?” Margot asked, breasts crushing against Jane.
Jane fell silent, her mind working furiously. How to answer? She craved the gentle touch of a woman, but that want was rapidly transforming. She didn’t want just any woman—she wanted Margot. She wanted her womanly form pressed against her side as they talked and laughed and traded secrets about life. Traded the secrets of their bodies.
“I think I could fall into it easily,” Jane said, tensing as she waited for Margot’s reaction. Her mind must be spinning. An hour ago, she was drying off after her workout, a simple divorced mother of twins, and now she teetered on the verge of bonding with a woman.
Margot’s breath hissed as she drew it through her teeth. Their gazes locked and her lips fell open, giving Jane a tantalizing glimpse of the pink interior. Her pussy throbbed, thinking of her searing mouth clamping over her cunt.
“I want you,” Margot whispered.
Jane’s heart pinched pleasurably at her words. A fissure of desire shattered her control. She gripped Margot’s ass and hauled her into the bed with her. She tumbled gracefully, all slender arms and bouncing breasts and round thighs. Their arms wrapped about each other, locked in mutual need.
Jane crushed her mouth down upon Margot’s and it opened for her. Margot’s tongue slipped against hers, satiny smooth. There was a rustle as their clothing was shed, hands fumbling, trembling with excitement, smiles shared.
When Margot lay nude upon Jane’s bed, Jane raised up onto her knees, drinking her in. Her bronzed skin glowed. Her dark hair spilled luxuriously across the crisp white cotton sheets. The heady scent of her body filled Jane’s nose. Passion flared deep inside her.
This is it
.
What I’ve needed, the thing that will make me whole and alive again.
Slowly, she lowered herself over Margot’s body, learning every inch from the full breasts to the silky calves entangled with her own.
They started to rub against each other as their mouths met wetly again. Margot sank her fingers into Jane’s hair, pulling deliciously as her tongue flipped in ways Jane had never thought possible.
“You’re the best fucking kisser,” Jane murmured, breaking away and kissing a path down the smooth slope of her neck. She delivered little nipping bites before sucking a bit of flesh between her lips. Margot’s back arched beneath her, bringing her nipples in contact with Jane’s. Hot juices flowed from Jane even as she felt Margot’s wetness. She was a treat Jane couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into.
She sucked in and held a bite-sized mound of tanned flesh, swirling her tongue against her, wanting to leave a mark on Margot, claim her as her own. Later, Margot would see it and think of Jane, maybe long for her.
Margot’s hand clamped to the back of Jane’s head, forcing her harder. Small, squeaking gasps erupted from her chest.
Jane tore her mouth away and lapped at the pink mark tenderly. She slipped her hands over the ripe globes of Margot’s breasts, raising a soft cry from her. She kissed down to the hardened bud of one nipple and closed her mouth over it, pussy clenching tight at the feel of her tight nip on her tongue. She sucked it gently, pulling it taut and releasing with a pop. Then she found the other, giving it the same attention.
She could spend a day at least worshiping those lovely mounds, but she wanted more, needed more. The dizzying scent of her pussy drove her downward, kissing over the smooth-skinned belly with the pale marks she bore from carrying twins, to the jutting bone of one hip. She buried her teeth into the sensitive depression.
Margot bucked, hands twisting in the covers. Her round thighs parted automatically, her clit peeking from the glistening folds of her cunt.
Jane prodded the outer lips with a forefinger, resting her head on the cradle of Margot’s pelvis, watching her finger move the bulging lips. She teased them, stretching them so the silken inner lips opened like a flower to reveal the tight nub and soaking hole.
With a groan, Jane lapped her way toward the center of her desires, her breath ruffling the curls of her mound. She let Margot grow accustomed to her feel, looking up the length of her body and meeting her eyes.
Then slowly, holding her gaze, she lowered her mouth to her weeping slit. The first taste was fire. Slippery and salty-sweet. Jane moaned, sinking her tongue between the folds and gathering the cream on her tongue. It tasted better than she’d ever imagined.
Margot’s belly muscles drew in, her breath caught, and then she relaxed against Jane.
Jane licked her cunt from hole to the hardened pearl, gathering all the juices on her face, wanting to douse herself in them. The scent would keep her going even when Margot had left her arms.
But she’d return, wouldn’t she? She had to.
Jane plunged her tongue into Margot’s dripping love cavern, fucking with the tip of it, trying to drive it higher, deeper. She swallowed the fluids bathing her tongue and worked her way back up to her clit.
When she captured it in her mouth, Margot’s muscles clenched. Her ass rose off the bed, grinding her cunt into Jane’s face. Jane gripped her hips and held her tight, licking and flicking her little bean with precise movements, movements meant to drive Margot over the fucking edge.
They were going together
. Her pussy pulsed heavily at the tormenting taste of her flesh, ready to come without a single touch from Margot’s hand.
Suddenly, she grabbed Margot’s ankles in one hand and lifted her legs into the air, keeping them pinned together. She pressed them down slightly, giving her a gorgeous view of her slash. Lips tight and bulging. Wet clit peeking out, ready for Jane’s tongue.
She dipped her face to her cunt once more. A cry of delight burst from Margot, the sweetest sound Jane had ever heard. The music of it in her ears drove her higher, loving the sound of a girly scream, so different from the male grunts she was accustomed to.
“Oh, yeah,” Margot gasped. “Yeah, your tongue is so fucking delicious. Right there. Oh, my God, I’m going to come!”
Her body grew taut, belly muscles clenched, thighs quivering as her orgasm rocked her. Jane lapped her clit fast, grinding hard against her core and driving her higher. Honeyed juices flooded her mouth and she sucked them up, loving the feel on her chin and lips.
Margot jerked with her spasms, and then went limp.
Jane’s tongue worked tenderly now over the hypersensitive area as the last pulsations ebbed away. She lifted her head and drove two fingers deep inside her, making her jolt again. Margot opened her eyes into Jane’s stare. Her lips were swollen from biting off her cries. Her pupils were blown wide, her nipples hard as jewels. Still, Jane fucked her fingers into her hole, shivering at the silken grip.
“Come here,” Margot pleaded, reaching for her. “I need your kiss.”
Jane surged upward and slammed her mouth onto hers. Then Margot was flipping her, pressing her into the covers. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, tongue dancing across Jane’s, sharing the taste Jane had just reveled in.
Jane’s still-wet fingers found her own nipples, spreading Margot’s cream on them. Margot’s mouth followed, teeth grazing the sensitive nubs. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the tiny swell, making Jane writhe.
She sucked it in, drawing on it hard. The pull was exquisite torment for Jane, and she begged for more.
“I’ll give you more. Don’t worry,” Margot said, dropping a tender kiss to the tip of her breast before moving onto the next.
Jane’s body was alive with the heat of Margot’s body against hers. The touch of the sheets heightened her awareness. God, if her mouth felt this good on her tits, how would it feel against her cunt?
She moaned, squirming as Margot’s dark veil of hair skimmed her flesh. Her tongue dipped into her navel, then fled. Cool air touched it, in sharp contrast to Margot’s mouth.
She gripped Jane’s calves and spread her legs, pushing them upward, splayed. “You look fucking scrumptious.
“Please.” Jane gazed at the beautiful woman between her thighs. “I can’t wait.”
Margot’s mouth descended swiftly. She captured her pulsing clit between her lips and held it tight, unmoving, driving Jane to the quivering brink. Her body suspended in ecstasy, ready to burst too soon.
Sensing this, Margot released her and let her tongue slither over Jane’s lips. She licked it tenderly, fleetingly. Then with a strong moan, she buried her tongue in her honey hole.
Jane bucked, fucking her lover’s face hard and fast, unable to stop or slow down. The touch of Margot’s tongue against her clit drove her higher. The knot in her core started to unravel. Margot’s mouth worked her, licking her hard nub, her hole, teasing lower toward her ass.
Margot’s fingers kneaded Jane’s hips and outer thighs, opening her wider to her mouth. Jane’s muscles coiled as she rushed up the summit. She shook, hips thrusting, meeting Margot’s mouth. Her cunt clenched hard, releasing a gush of cream once, twice. Margot’s tongue drove her wild as she drove it between her lips, sinking deep into her and gathering the fluids.
Jane watched the dark head moving between her thighs, an unutterable feeling of tenderness upon her. Margot’s intimate kisses slowed. She raised her eyes, a warm pink glow on her cheeks.
A soft sound broke from Jane, and she pulled her upward. They held each other tenderly, their mouths meeting in long, languorous kisses. Soft cheeks, the whisper of flesh. The scent and flavor of girl-cream enclosing them in a private bubble.
They stroked each other as they kissed, snuggling close.
“That was the most amazing encounter of my life,” Margot admitted, hiding her face against Jane’s breasts.