Authors: Ronica Black
Liz closed her eyes and kissed Erin. At first the kiss was soft, tender, and warm. She felt Erin’s tongue lick her lips, tasting her. And then she heard her moan and pulled her tighter as the kiss became deeper, hungrier. Erin’s tongue claimed her mouth with a vengeance, fueling her desire, shattering her control. She kissed her back with all her might, devouring her, conquering her. She held the back of Erin’s head and walked her backward in the pool until they reached the steps. Once there, Liz slowly withdrew from the powerful kiss, breathless and dizzy.
“Don’t stop,” Erin pleaded, trying to pull her back down to her mouth. “I can’t go any further,” she said as she looked behind her, feeling the steps against her legs.
“Yes, you can.” Liz grasped Erin’s hips and buttocks and lifted her. Head thrown back, Erin clung to her shoulders and wrapped her legs around Liz’s waist as she carried her up the stairs.
“Oh my.” Liz set her down on the top step. “I can feel you. You’re unbelievably wet.” She ran a finger down Erin’s chest to her belly before inching lower, where a thin veil of manicured hairs swayed gently with the ebb and flow of the water. “And this”—she maneuvered her fingers carefully into the folds—“is something I’ve got to have right now.”
Erin’s eyes widened at first in response to the words and then in response to the touch. She shuddered and melted as she grabbed Liz’s shoulders, leaning forward to rock against her fingers.
Liz groaned as she felt the abundance of hot silk in her hand. Letting Erin come forward, she eased her fingers up deep inside and carried her away from the stairs, back into the pool, supporting her with her free hand.
Erin moved in waves, ground down against the incredible feel of the long hot fingers inside her. She clung to Liz’s shoulders, digging her fingers into her skin, unable to keep her eyes open for any length of time. She pursed her lips and arched her back, the sensations unbelievable and still coming in new and overwhelming swells.
“Feels so good,” she said, opening her eyes to look at the woman who was unlocking the doors to such pleasures.
“Does it?” Liz wanted more of her. She eased her free hand up her back and held her shoulder down from behind. Then, with strength and grace, she pulled her back a little, curling her fingers up deep inside her.
Erin bit down on her lower lip and groaned. “Fuck me.” Deadly serious. “Harder.” She tried to bear down on the fingers, needing more, craving more, almost willing to kill for more.
Liz moved her back against the wall of the pool, ready and willing to do anything for her, anything to please her. She eased Erin off her and positioned herself before her, reaching down in the breast-high water to open up her legs.
“Hold on to me,” she said huskily as she plunged back into her.
“Oh God!” Erin cried out, clinging to her.
Liz drove into her hard and fast, feeling her tighten and grip from the inside. She bent down and bit her neck, needing to consume her in every way possible. Erin’s voice became deeper and strained, and with every sound she choked out Liz could feel the orgasm looming. Erin clung to her now, arms wrapped around her back, her short nails digging in.
“God, don’t stop,” she rasped out. “Give it to me.”
Liz added another finger and bent her knees for more leverage. She pumped Erin harder and fuller than before, drawing out slowly before pushing back in. Erin went from speaking her demands to biting down. Liz could feel her skin give beneath the clamp of Erin’s teeth, which excited her even more. She knew it was time; she had to release Erin before she herself burst with orgasm. Reaching up with one hand to grab hold of the edge of the pool, she braced herself to fuck with all her might. With Erin still clinging to her for support, she placed her thumb over Erin’s engorged clit while her fingers fucked her.
Instantly Erin responded to the pressure and pulled her mouth from Liz’s shoulder to throw her head back and groan like a wild animal. Liz reached up deep within her, curling her fingers while stroking the excited flesh of her clit. Looking into Erin’s eyes, she slammed into her. She rocked her hard and deep and fast.
Chanting illegible words, Erin knotted her hands in Liz’s wet hair. Her insides were on fire and her toes were curling as her feet dangled freely in the water, her entire body centered on the thrusting fingers. She closed her eyes as their heat seared into her, while the strumming of her clit made her bite her lip so hard it nearly bled.
Insurmountable pleasures rocked her body, consuming her, possessing her very soul. As heat invaded the last cell, lighting up her body from within, she opened her eyes wide and focused on the beautiful face of her lover. She felt the heat and light explode inside her and opened her mouth to cry out, but her voice was too weak and strained to shout. Instead, she jerked and rocked with the orgasm in silence as the heat escaped her body in a million invisible pieces.
Liz felt her come but heard nothing until finally Erin managed to choke out a strained cry just before she stopped spasming. She collapsed against Liz’s shoulder, her whole body limp and resting on her three fingers, still deep inside her.
“Wow,” Liz said in Erin’s ear. “It was definitely good for me too.”
Erin groaned and raised her heavy head. “Yeah?” she asked with a lazy grin.
“Oh God, yes.” Liz could still feel her insides throbbing.
“Did you…” Erin asked hoarsely, “did you come?”
“No.” Liz carefully withdrew her hand from between Erin’s legs.
“Good,” Erin said, somehow finding the strength to stand.
“Why is that good?” Liz asked.
“Because I’m hungry.” Erin cupped the cluster of excited flesh between Liz’s thighs, causing Liz to nearly jump out of her skin with excitement.
“Oh yeah?” Liz asked playfully, holding fast to Erin’s wrist, so very close to orgasm.
“Yeah,” Erin said confidently. “And you’re just what I’ve been craving.”
Liz shuddered, so close to going over, so close to losing control. “We’ll see about that.”
Erin studied the beautiful woman stretched out on her belly, propped up on her elbows. Liz seemed almost surreal. The warm candlelight flickered upon her rhythmically, like the soft steady breath of a sleeping child.
As she let her eyes play upon the nude skin of her lover, Erin found herself overwhelmed with emotion. Leaning forward from the headboard of the bed, she cradled Liz’s face in her hands and placed a lingering kiss on her warm lips.
“Mmm. That was nice.” Liz grinned as Erin sank once again back against the headboard.
It was nearly three a.m., and as relaxed as she was from their hours of lovemaking, Erin wasn’t yet tired. Unable to move her gaze away from Liz’s body, she reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of red wine she had brought earlier that evening as a gift and refilled the single glass they now shared. As she sipped, she once again eyed her lover lying amidst the rumpled sheets on the king-sized bed.
“I wonder,” she said aloud, “how many women have been in this bed.”
How many women have sat where I do now, taking in your incredible beauty after making love?
Liz stared at her a moment and pushed herself up into a sitting position before she responded. “To be honest with you, I usually don’t bring women here.”
“You don’t?” Erin was surprised.
“No, I don’t. My past lovers were just that. Past.” Her eyes sought Erin’s. “They didn’t mean anything to me.”
“Yet you slept with them.” Erin was curious about her sex life. It was hard to believe that someone who had loved her so passionately for hours on end could separate herself emotionally from the lovers she took.
“It was just sex.”
“Just sex?” Erin relived how Liz had ravished her that evening, sometimes gently and tenderly, sometimes aggressively, but always with great emotion and passion. Maybe there was more to loving women than she understood. She knew for certain that she couldn’t make love like that to a complete stranger just for kicks. But maybe that was just her. Maybe other women could do it. Obviously Liz had done so.
“It was different with you, Erin,” Liz said, as if she was searching for words to explain something foreign to her. “I have feelings for you. What we just did…It wasn’t just sex, it was so much more.”
Even as she made this confession, Liz realized she had never felt like this about anyone. But Erin made her feel comfortable and accepted, and she knew she could speak her true feelings without fear of judgment or rejection. She could finally open up to another human being. She trusted Erin enough to be vulnerable in a way she had found impossible for most of her life.
“Liz?” Erin lightly stroked her leg. “Why did you forgive me?”
“Forgive you for what?”
“For misleading you, for going undercover and letting you think I was interested in you.”
“You were just doing your job. You didn’t know me. For all you knew, I could’ve been the killer.”
Erin sat in silence, feeling her heart swell in her chest. She felt almost undeserving of the kind and gentle love Liz was offering, but at the same time she was thrilled. She felt the same way toward her.
“Besides,” Liz continued, “you didn’t tell them about Jay. And as risky as that was on your part, there must’ve been some reason why you did that for me.”
“I suppose there was,” Erin admitted. “I think I’ve been drawn to you all along.”
“The feeling is mutual.” Liz leaned in to kiss her.
“Tell me something else, Ms. Adams,” Erin demanded lightly as their lips parted.
“Anything.”
“When you made love to all these other women…”
“Oh God.” Liz dropped her head in her hand.
“Did you allow them to make love to you?”
Liz peeked at her through the fingers held over her eyes.
“Because…” Erin said, pulling the hand away from her face. “I’m still waiting my turn.” She lightly caressed her, starting at her shoulders, moving down her arms to her hands.
“I’ve never really let anyone do it.” The words were said so softly she barely heard them.
“Never?” Erin gently probed, shocked.
“I always got off more or less by giving.”
Erin was completely dumbfounded. “Will you…let me?” She longed, more than anything, to physically lavish Liz with the same pleasures that had overwhelmed her not long before. With each powerful orgasm, she had tried to do something in return, but Liz had been too strong for her physically and had easily wrestled out from underneath to dominate her once more.
Liz stared into the warm green depths of Erin’s eyes. She could feel fingers awakening her sensitive and starving skin. “I’m not sure if I can,” she confessed, truly wanting to, but not certain how she would react.
She had always been highly sexual and it had never taken very much for her to climax. The real question was whether she was finally willing to give the control she so desired to another human being. Was she ready to let someone love her? Physically as well as emotionally?
“Then we are quite the pair,” Erin said, offering her a smile. “Because I have no clue what I’m doing, so I’m not sure if I can either.” She laughed a little, hoping it would help ease her lover’s guarded state.
But Liz didn’t laugh, she just sat looking at Erin. “It won’t take much,” she whispered, holding her hand. “What I feel for you is so powerful, it nearly does it on its own.”
Erin moved in to kiss her before the tears had a chance to well up in her eyes. Not in a million years had she thought she could experience the emotion she felt for this woman. All her life she had heard about love, first in fairy tales and then from the girly giggles of her schoolmates. When she’d met and married Mark, she had convinced herself it was love because it was like her parents, a partnership based on a friendship. It was what everyone did. They settled down and went about their daily lives. But it wasn’t love. She knew that now. She knew it because that was what she was finally feeling. Love.
“Lie down,” she said softly and gazed down in wonder as Liz lay naked on her back in the candlelight. Lightly, she ran her fingers up and down her firm, smooth body, watching as the nipples tightened in a cluster of deep rose.
“What would you like me to do?” she asked, wanting to give her the utmost pleasure, but a little unsure as to what she might want most. With all the wild stories she had heard about Elizabeth Adams, she hardly recognized the confident nightclub owner lying so vulnerable beneath her fingers. And then she remembered that the wild stories were all one-sided, that Liz herself had rarely been touched, and suddenly she knew that Liz probably had no preferences. She just wanted to be loved.
“Anything you want,” Liz replied huskily from the soft pillow.
“I think…” Erin said, letting her hand trail down to the dark strip of hairs, “that I would like to taste you.”
Liz shuddered beneath her and clenched her legs together in response to Erin’s touch. Erin moved her body down alongside Liz’s as she carefully and gently urged her legs apart. She could hear Liz’s bated breaths as she positioned herself between her legs and ever so softly kissed her inner thighs. Liz’s skin was warm and unbelievably soft, and she found herself lost in a whole new world as she continued to kiss and taste her way along the strong legs. In the far-off distance she could hear Liz moaning and sucking in quick breaths of air, but she was so immersed that she hardly paid any mind to the sounds of pleasure.