Page 20 of Make Her Mine

Pulling into her parking spot behind the Indigo Lounge felt new all over again. Had it only been a month or so ago that she’d done it for the first time? Nora pulled the emergency brake and got out, keeping herself from sprinting to the big steel door with an effort.

Casual, casual, casual…

She wanted to see Esme again. She was afraid to let any hint of her eager anticipation show. Nora stuck her hands into her jeans pockets and forced herself to stroll up to the door. Swallowing hard, she hit the buzzer.

“Hi.”

The simple little word made Nora’s heart race. She cleared her throat. “Hi there.”

The intercom speaker went silent, and Nora waited, both hands back in her pockets. Her mouth was dry, her nerves electric.

The door swung open. Esme was in a long, white, eyelet lace sundress, her chestnut and silver curls cascading around her shoulders and down her back. She looked tired after a long night of work, but still beautiful. Her smile at the sight of Nora lit up her eyes. “Why, hello, stranger.”

“Hello to you too.” Nora gestured into the Lounge. “May I come in?”

“Lead the way.” Esme stood back to let her in.

Nora made her way down the long, dark hallway with Esme’s gentle sandaled footsteps following behind her. As she arrived onto the dance floor and turned towards the hallway leading to Esme’s office, a soft hand touched her elbow and guided her in the other direction. She glanced back, startled. “What’s this?”

Esme’s mouth turned up into an adorable half-smile. “A surprise. Follow me.” She slipped past Nora and grabbed her hand, tugging her after her up the staircase that led to the mezzanine that overlooked the dance floor. In her few visits here, Nora had never been up to the second floor, and had no idea what to expect.

To her shock and delight, what was up there was a picnic. A large, comfortable-looking lounging couch was tucked into a dimly lit nook in a back corner, covered with some kind of tie-dyed flowery tapestry, and in front of the couch was another tapestry, spread out on the floor with an entire vegetarian Chinese takeout feast laid out ready for them to dine on. Nora looked at Esme. “What are we doing?”

“Getting comfortable,” Esme replied, leading Nora to the couch and sitting down. “Is this enough space?” She patted the couch cushion next to her.

Nora grinned. “I don’t know. I think we’re going to have to test it out.” She slid in close to Esme and nudged her so that she scooted up to press her back against the wide arm of the couch. Shifting, she slotted her hips over Esme’s and carefully lay herself along the length of her warm body. She couldn’t help but smile down at Esme. “So far, so good.”

As she lowered her head to catch Esme’s mouth in a gentle kiss, a hand came up to stop her. “But dinner?” Esme asked.

“Forget it, we’ve got a test to conduct.” And Nora batted Esme’s hand aside, going in for the interrupted kiss with all thoughts of gentleness gone.

Having Esme’s body arching beneath her was so much more delicious than she’d imagined. The contortions they’d had to bend themselves into in the office were fun, but never resulted in full, sensual contact like this. Nora held herself up with one arm and let her free hand reach down to pull one of the thin straps of Esme’s dress down off her shoulder. Her fingers trailed down to work their way past the neckline and down to cup one of Esme’s full breasts in her hand. To her delight, Esme wasn’t wearing a bra.

Their gazes met as Nora pulled back from the kiss, and Esme’s eyes were dancing with mirth. “I decided to adopt your philosophy. A bra wouldn’t have gone with this dress anyway.”

“I like it,” Nora said, her voice husky with desire as she dragged her thumb over Esme’s peaking nipple. She bent her head down to suck at it through the cotton lace, reveling in Esme’s moans of pleasure, in the way her fingers raked through Nora’s hair and pulled her head down tight against her chest.

Nora took her time, leisurely lingering on Esme’s breasts, scooping them out of the elastic neckline so she had free access to lick and suck each one into a stiff peak. Whichever nipple she wasn’t teasing with her tongue was kept plucked and taut by her fingers, and the way Esme was squirming beneath her let Nora know that she was enjoying the attention.

She let her hand slide down Esme’s waist, over her hip, and down to her knee, where she gathered up a handful of skirt and started to pull it up. Esme’s breath began to hitch as Nora slid up to cover her mouth with her own, just as she slid her hand into Esme’s panties.

It was no surprise to find Esme was plump and wet, and Nora’s fingers slipped easily and hungrily over her swollen clit. Esme spilled a moan into Nora’s mouth as Nora began to slowly stroke the warm, slick little folds, moving in small circles at first, then longer, firmer presses.

Her middle two fingers slipped into Esme. Deeply filling her as she divulged in her quickened breaths.

“You want me to fuck you harder, don’t you?” Nora teased.

Esme’s eye contact told her everything she needed to know. Nora’s pushed another finger inside, stretching Esme further. Fucking her harder and deeper, Esme gushed around her. Moaning. Squirming. Enjoying everything about it.

The fucking became faster but still just as deep. Nora slowed the pace as she felt Esme tightening around her, desperate to make the climax last as long as possible.

When her orgasm hit, it was unmistakable and swift. She clenched hard around Nora’s fingers, and her short fingernails dug into the soft skin on Nora’s upper arms. Her head was thrown back over the couch arm, hair trailing down to the floor as she let out a toe-curling moan, rich and deep with satisfaction.

Slowly, slowly, Nora eased her hand free and lifted her head to look at Esme, whose face was bright with ecstasy. She was breathing in short pants, her cheeks flushed pink, and, to Nora, she looked more beautiful than she ever had. Impulsively, Nora leaned down to kiss her again, slowly, more sweetly than she ever had before. Then she brushed Esme’s hair back from her face and their eyes connected. Something old and new began to stir in Nora, a contentment and affection she hadn’t felt in so, so long. She also loved just how quickly she could make Esme cum.

But just as Nora opened her mouth to try and express any little part of it, a voice barked out from the staircase, echoing around the Indigo Lounge.

“What the absolute fuck is going on here?”

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