Page 49 of Echoes

“Not a fan of that, I take it?”

“No, I like it. I like it whenyoucall me that.”

“Yeah? What are you going to call me?” Rosie asked as she dragged her thumb over Felicity’s bottom lip.

“My love,” Felicity said before she proceeded to suck that thumb into her mouth.

Rosie swallowed. Then, she leaned in, pulled Felicity’s bottom lip down a bit, and finally connected their lips in a kiss. Their lips began to move as if they’d done this a thousand times, and Rosie wondered if, in some other timeline, where she’d chosen Felicity, they had. Her hands were in Felicity’s hair, which Felicity had worn down, and it was so soft that it made Rosie moan a little. At that, Felicity’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, and Rosie felt something behind her. Her body went backward a moment later, and she looked up at Felicity, who was smiling at her. Felicity’s hand returned to Rosie’s body, sliding under Rosie’s shirt this time.

“Just wanted us to get more comfortable.”

Felicity had lowered the top part of the chaise, so they were now lying flat, and she was on top of Rosie, holding herself up with one arm while the other hand searched for someplace to land as she kissed Rosie again.

“Touch me,” Rosie requested before she reconnected their lips.

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” she said. “Please. I need to feel you.”

“We should go inside, then,” Felicity suggested.

“Here,” Rosie requested. “By the water. Is that okay? We can wait. I just–”

“We’ve waited long enough,” Felicity interjected and kissed Rosie again.

When Felicity’s hand moved out from under Rosie’s shirt and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, Rosie thought she’d slip her hand into them and touch her, but she didn’t. She sat up, and Rosie watched with anticipation as Felicity removed her light sweater, revealing only a white cotton bra underneath it. Rosie held on to Felicity’s hips and waited. Within seconds, the bra was gone and somewhere on the deck, and Rosie stared at Felicity’s perfect breasts with nipples already hard either from the cool breeze or being turned on, or maybe even both.

She placed her lips between them, kissed the spot, and whispered, “I promise you that I will protect this.” She kissed the spot over Felicity’s heart next.

“Make love to me,” Felicity said.

“Yes,” Rosie replied.

Their clothing landed on the deck piece by piece, and over the next several minutes, Rosie, now on top, moved to settle her hips between Felicity’s legs and rolled down into her. They kissed slowly, taking their time, not wanting to go fast. Rosie kissed Felicity’s neck and massaged her breast, playing with the hard nipple and wanting to wrap her lips around it. When she finally lowered her lips to it, she earned an instant gasp from the woman below her. She sucked, now playing with the other nipple with her hand, and felt hips begin to lift, begging for friction.

Rosie needed that friction, too, but she didn’t want to give Felicity a quick release and for that to be it. She wanted to worship this woman’s body, hoping to tell her with that worship just how much she wanted this and how much she’d missed her. When her hand finally slipped between Felicity’s legs several minutes later, she gasped herself because Felicity was wet for her. She was so incredibly wet, and Rosie pressed her forehead to Felicity’s as she began to stroke.

“Is this all for me?” she whispered.

“Yes. Always,” Felicity breathed out.

“I want to be inside you.”

“Yes.”

Rosie lowered her fingers and pushed inside slowly, making sure Felicity was ready for her. She slid in easily and closed her eyes for a moment before she pushed in deeper. Felicity moaned. Rosie pulled out and pushed back in, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them while she rested her own center over Felicity’s thigh.

“Can I touch you? I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” Felicity said. “Please.”

“Yes,” she replied; as if she’d ever stop this beautiful woman from touching her.

Felicity’s hand moved between Rosie’s legs then, and she felt around for a second until her index finger dragged along up to Rosie’s clit, and she started stroking.

“Oh, God,” Rosie let out and practically crashed down on top of her.

She managed to keep herself up, and when Felicity moved inside her, she sat up a little more, wanting Felicity to always be inside her now as she rocked against her fingers and thrust inside Felicity.

“I’m…” Felicity reached for and grasped Rosie’s breast, squeezing itmore than massaging it. “God, I’m coming.”

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