“Not long. I want to be in a bed with you, Mari. I want to play and see your lips part when you come.”
Jesus, who was this Rebekka? She’d been untried, worried, and now she was a goddess.
She helped Beks get her coat and scarf off, then untied the ridiculously wonderful Grinch ribbon and tossed the hat into the pile of their winter clothing. “I’ve never fucked someone in a sexy blue cast before.” She stuck out a hand to help Beks up. “Let’s get you out of that chair.”
“Thank you for today.” Beks pushed up right into her arms, bringing their lips together.
Today isn’t over yet.She lifted Beks out of her chair and set her down without breaking off their heated kiss and felt pretty smug. Maybe she was a little bit of a stud after all.
Beks hands slid around her waist, thumbs digging in over her waistband just enough to let her feel it.
She let Beks lean and held her up, coaxing her to open and let her taste. Beks was lush, meeting her passion head-on, and making Marissa feel like there was nowhere else she wanted to be.
She started yanking off layers—her sweater, then Rebekka’s, her t-shirt, then Bekka’s tank top, and finally got her fingers on the clasp of Bekka’s bra…remembering well that next to Bekka’s gorgeous ass, those luscious breasts were once her favorite thing ever.
“Mmm…” Beks had pushed her fingers underneath the band of her bra, fingers finding her nipples with unerring accuracy.
Still so damn impatient.
She unhooked the bra and then reached back to undo her own. She’d lost count of how many underwires Beks had snapped by not waiting just one…more…second.
Beks chuckled softly, like she knew just what Marissa was thinking. “I can’t help it. You’re irresistible.”
“I’m not trying to change you.” And she had a bigger budget for replacing bras these days. “Let’s get you off your feet or…foot.”
“Sounds good. It would kill the mood to land on it.” Beks licked her lips. “I don’t want to kill the mood.”
Tipping over and landing on the floor would be totally normal for Beks and wouldn’t kill the mood at all, but that didn’t make it a good idea. She helped Beks over to the nearest bed, which happened to be the one she’d been sleeping in. “It’s all part of the mood, pretty.”
“Mmm…” Beks worked her jeans open, lips on her lower belly as she wiggled them off.
Warmth spread up her torso and electricity rippled deep inside Marissa with those kisses. She took a shaky breath but it didn’t stop her head from swimming. “Bekka.”
“Uh-huh. You smell so good, Mari. I need you.” Bekka’s fingers slid into her panties, teasing and playing alongside her clit, but not giving her any direct pressure.
“Yeah.” She pushed them down, kicked them away and leaned forward, forcing Beks to slide farther back on the bed using her good foot. Then she pushed Bekka’s skirt up and tugged her panties down, working them carefully over the cast, stopping for just a second to tickle Bekka’s toes before tossing those panties too. “You used to be so…” Shy wasn’t the right word. Timid was wrong too.
“Innocent?” Beks teased. “Delicate? Untried?”
She grinned, hanging over Beks. “And now you’re so…not. And I like it.” She liked it a lot. She worked her fingers into the waistband of Bekka’s skirt, but got distracted by those gorgeous breasts and her tongue darted out for a taste.
“Mmm…” Beks arched into her lips, the motion smooth and a pure plea. “Hot, Mari. Your mouth is what dreams are made of.”
And Beks was addictive. The sudden memory made her ache. It was strange what bodies remembered that minds didn’t. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and teased it.
Beks cried out, the sound soft as silk as it dragged along her back.
That was the end of her patience. She wanted to touch, to feel. Marissa slipped her hand between them as Beks had done earlier and found her ex-turned-new lover so ready for her. She dipped her fingers in gently, then circled that sweet little nub, knowing now, all of this coming back to her in a rush.
“Mari…” Beks bent one knee, spreading herself with an ease that spoke of knowing what she needed. “I need you.”
She let the nipple pop from her lips and kissed her way over Bekka’s tummy, teasing and nibbling along the way. She wasn’t above a little happy humping when she was in a hurry, but they had all the time they wanted and nowhere else to be.
“No fair. I can’t reach you too.” Beks stroked her hair, fingers tangling and tugging, just the littlest bit.
She chuckled. Beks used to be perfectly happy to just receive. “Oh, well, don’t let me be unfair.” She reversed direction, nipping at the deep navel on her way to nuzzle between Bekka’s breasts.
“Mmm…” Bekka wiggled down, bringing their lips together, fingers sliding in to tease her slit.