Page 23 of Hearts on Fire

She ran her fingers over Scotti’s right bicep. Scotti was proud of her body- she worked hard for it in the gym. Mostly she was proud of what it could do physically, but right now she was proud that it was clearly so attractive to Naomi.

Naomi kissed Scotti's ears and gradually descended to her neck. Scotti groaned when Naomi lingered. She could barely believe that Naomi was going to have her right there in the kitchen. But it was all the more exciting for the fact that Naomi couldn't wait.

“This,” Naomi said as she dragged Scotti’s white tank top off over her head, “is either an apology for falling asleep before dinner last night or a thank you for all the good work yesterday. Which is it?”

She covered Scotti's nipple with her mouth and suckled till Scotti began to squirm as she struggled to reply to Naomi.

“I t-think,” Scotti stammered and gasped, clutching at the door and Naomi's hair, “that it is a thank you. An apology can't be this—” She moaned loudly. “This good.”

“You underestimate me,” Naomi said, as she went further down.

“Let's see how long it takes before you break. Hands on the counter.”

Scotti didn't even realize they'd moved to the counter. She was lost in the feeling of Naomi, in the effect Naomi had on her.

She put her hands on the counter and bit her lip as Naomi parted her legs. She didn't bother to take Scotti’s shorts off yet; only moved them aside with her hand before she teased for a second and then entered Scotti with her fingers.

Scotti whimpered and moaned. She could feel how wet she was with how easily Naomi’s fingers had slid inside her. Naomi expertly stroked her clit with a thumb while she dug her fingers deeper into Scotti.

She opened her eyes and saw Naomi’s messy dark hair half in a ponytail, her lovely eyes closed under long dark lashes as she fucked Scotti.

Fuck, she is so beautiful.

“More, please,” Scotti groaned and Naomi obliged, pushing a third finger inside Scotti.

It felt so good and Scotti was overwhelmed with wanting more of Naomi. All of Naomi.

Scotti's legs trembled as Naomi's thumb circled her clit. She knew she was close and any moment now, her release would come.

She dug her fingers deeper into the wooden counter, her moans only separated by seconds now.

It was then Naomi pulled her fingers out and slid Scotti's sports shorts down to the floor. Scotti whimpered and then let out a loud moan as she felt Naomi's mouth suddenly on her clitoris. Scotti cursed and groaned as Naomi’s fingers pushed back into her and began to thrust.

She was about to come, and Naomi did not let go of her tight grasp on Scotti’s thigh until her efforts with her tongue and fingers earned her a loud scream as Scotti’s orgasm crashed through her.

She felt herself gush on Naomi’s fingers.

Only then did Naomi slide out of her, let her go and stand up to take her in her arms.

Scotti brought Naomi's lips to hers and kissed her eagerly. She could taste her own orgasm on Naomi’s lips and tongue and she thought it might have been the sexiest moment of her life right there in her kitchen against the counter.

“Thank you,” she said.

They had eaten and enjoyed the lasagne and gone back to Scotti’s bed to lounge together.

They were barely rested when Scotti took hold of Naomi and began to kiss her some more.

Naomi was irresistible to her. Scotti couldn’t think of a time before she had desired anyone this strongly.

“It's your turn now. Get up and strip off.”

Naomi obliged, smiling.

“This is your punishment for sleeping when you told me you were starving.”

“But I was,” Naomi protested, but Scotti was already freeing her of her clothes.

“Bend over,” Scotti instructed, ignoring Naomi's protest.

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