Page 15 of Battle of Hearts

Mirren hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, her chest tight. “About how different everything feels now. How differentwefeel.”

“It doesn’t have to change everything,” Sawyer said, her tone measured, though she wasn’t sure if she believed her own words. “We can keep things?—”

“No,” Mirren interrupted, her voice firmer than before. “I don’t want to keep things like they were. I don’t want to go back to pretending like I don’t care about you. Because I do. And I think you care about me, too.”

Sawyer looked surprised and it took her a moment to reply. Mirren understood. Neither of them could imagine having such strong feelings for another person that they’d only met the day before.

“I do care about you,” Sawyer said, her voice quiet but steady. “More than I should.”

Mirren stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly against Sawyer’s as her mind whirled with all the reasons this was dangerous. “Then let’s stop pretending.”

But then she looked into Sawyer’s eyes—those striking emerald eyes—and all of those reasons seemed to fall away.

“Okay,” Sawyer breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She neared her hand closer to Mirren’s, then dared to finally hold it.

Mirren peered down at their conjoined hands, then looked back up to lock their gazes. She smiled softly, before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Saywer’s.

The kiss was unlike their first time, surprising and unexpected, or the second time, desperate and hungry. As their lips joined together, the kiss was slow, tender, passionate. Mirren’s hands raised to gently latch onto Sawyer’s cheeks, which prompted the older woman to wrap her arms around her waist and pull her close until Mirren was on top of her.

Mirren closed the distance between them entirely as she pressed her body against Sawyer’s, then moved her thighs so that she straddled her waist, feeling the heat grow in her middle with every passing second. She craned her neck downward, deepening their kiss, parting her lips to allow entry for Sawyer’s tongue to dance with hers.

For the first time since the storm had hit, everything felt calm. The tension, the awkwardness—it was all gone, replaced by somethingreal, something solid. They weren’t out of the storm yet, but they had each other.

This time, Sawyer took the lead. Her fingers slid under the edges of Mirren’s shirt, pulling it off with ease. Her hands, which lay on Mirren’s hips, swam up her body to grip her breasts. Mirren moans against Sawyer’s mouth in response before the older woman pulled away, pressing kisses alongside her jaw and down the column of her throat while her fingers begin to play with her sensitive nipples. It wasn’t long before Sawyer trailed her kisses down Mirren’s chest and her mouth met one of her nipples.

“Sawyer…” Mirren moaned, squirming under the sensation of Sawyer’s tongue lapping at her sensitive nibs. She let out a tiny, breathy laugh in pleasure as the older woman gently grazed her nipple with her teeth, then grabbed Sawyer’s face to bring it back up to hers. “I want you… Please, I need you.” The anticipation was working her up.

Sawyer smiled, then pressed her lips against Mirren’s once more. This time, the kiss was hungrier than before. One of Sawyer’s hands gently held onto Mirren’s throat, while the other crept down her stomach and slid past her waistband, into her panties, and began to rub circles on Mirren’s clit, slipping around in her wetness. Mirren moaned loudly, breaking from the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Sawyer’s body, pressing their bodies to one another as Sawyer increased the pace.

“Please…” Mirren whimpered, but she didn’t know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that she wanted more of Sawyer. She wanted to feel her, taste her, be fucked by her… hard.

It was all Sawyer needed to hear. She lifted Mirren into the air and placed her on top of the sleeping bags. She planted kisses on her stomach, trailing them farther and farther down in synchrony with her removing Mirren’s pants until she was able to shake them off her ankles. After the pants and underwear were discarded, Sawyer wasted no time, her mouth finding Mirren’s clit with a feral need.

Mirren moaned even louder as Sawyer quickly picked up the pace, licking back and forth against her clit with a pressure that felt completely right. Sawyer’s fingers separated Mirren’s folds, soaking up her juices before her fingers lingered at her opening, teasing her.

“Please,” Mirren pleaded fully this time, too desperate to wait any longer. Sawyer responded by shoving three fingers inside of her all at once, and Mirren immediately arched her back and cried out in pure bliss. Sawyer began to push her fingers in and out with a rapid pace, all while she alternated between sucking hard and drawing wet circles on Mirren’s clit.

Sawyer’s free hand crawled up Mirren’s stomach to pinch her nipple, while she pressed her mouth harder against Mirren’s pussy, adding even more delicious pressure. Her eyes raised to watch Mirren’s face closely as she sucked on her clit, smiling against her slick folds as she watched the way her expression changed when she switched to licking it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sawyer purred as she came up for air, the tip of her tongue lightly pressing on Mirren’s clit as she watched her. “So…perfect.”

Sawyer picked up her pace, added what felt like most of her hand and began to pound into Mirren relentlessly, brushing upagainst her g-spot over and over. Mirren couldn’t stay still to where Sawyer held her down, using her arms and elbows to keep her in place with her legs spread wide apart.

“Oh my god,” Mirren winced, her fingers pulling on Sawyer’s hair. “You’re so good at this.”

Mirren felt entirely taken apart by her, as though the need to be fucked like this was everything she had needed all her life.

She felt wide open for Sawyer’s hand and she lost herself in the sensations flooding her body, enjoying how her whole body jolted every time Sawyer thrust into her.

Finally, it became too much, and Mirren couldn’t help but cry out as the pressure became too much. She was pushed over the edge, her entire body nearly convulsing as she rode out an intense orgasm, even more heavenly than the night before.

Sawyer pulled away from Mirren’s middle, wiping her mouth and then placing tender kisses on the inside of the woman’s thigh as she watched her catch her breath. “How was that?” Sawyer asked, more so to tease her than to genuinely ask.

Mirren huffed a tiny, tired laugh. “Perfect,” she purred, leaning over to press her lips against Sawyer’s, tasting herself on the woman’s tongue. “My turn.”

Sawyer grinned, then leaned back on the sleeping bag, allowing Mirren to take the lead. Mirren giggled as she lifted Sawyer’s shirt over her head, wasting no time latching her tongue onto one of her nipples. Sawyer let out a soft breath, closing her eyes and relishing in the sensation of Mirren’s wet tongue on her sensitive nipples, lifting a hand to hold the back of Mirren’s head as she worked.

Mirren’s hands slid down her sides, pulling Sawyer close against her by her hipbones until their bodies touched, then made quick work of removing her pants and underwear. She parted her lips from Sawyer’s nipple, trailing kisses up the crook of her neck before connecting their lips once again. One of her hands wrapped around the back of Sawyer’s neck, while the other slid down her body and toward her pussy.

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