Page 60 of (Not So) Mad About You

“Are you saying that I should take advantage of being in your room?” Alli said.

“It’s not taking advantage if I’m offering,” Bea said, hardly believing that she was saying the words. Her mouth was starting to get dry.

“Ah, you’re offering, are you?” Alli said with only the slightestbreak in her voice.

Bea got up from the bed, her legs wobbly, and went to the door. A little voice in her head was asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. But everything else in her body understood exactly what was happening and thoroughly agreed with it. She put her back against the door so that she was facing Alli, looking her directly in the eye, and then with one hand she flicked the lock closed.

“And now you’re imprisoning me,” Alli said, stretching her long, long legs out. “Bold move.”

“You’re free to leave any time you like,” Bea said, voice husky. She leaned back against the door. “Of course, you might need to get through me first.”

“Would I?” Alli stood now, just a couple of centimeters taller than Bea, took a step until they were face to face. “I think I could get through you.”

“You’d be surprised,” said Bea. “All that yoga…”

Alli’s tongue darted out and wet her lips, her eyes sparkled and Bea’s center melted until the door was holding her upright. “All that yoga,” Alli said. She lifted one eyebrow. “So, are we going to talk about yoga then? That’s why I’m here?”

Bea shook her head.

“Why am I here then?” Alli asked.

It was important, somehow, for them both that Bea made the first move, that Bea had the courage to do it. She lifted one shaking hand, used it to tuck a lock of Alli’s hair behind her ear, and then…

Alli was on her like a flash, their lips meeting, teeth crashing, Alli’s full weight pressing Bea against the door until Bea was moaning in her mouth, until Bea’s pulse was pounding through her veins.

And Alli’s hands were pushing Bea’s shirt up and over her arms, breaking the kiss for a painful second to get it off over her head. Bea returned the favor, pulling Alli’s bra off with her shirt, struggling to get her own sports bra off.

Breast to breast, the soft smoothness of it, the unfamiliarshape of everything. Bea’s wanting grew stronger, harder, she was gasping now as Alli’s breasts rubbed against her own. And Alli was gripping her waist, pulling her closer, inserting a leg between Bea’s thighs and Bea’s hips were thrusting and she was groaning and… Alli pulled away.

“What?” Bea said, opening one eye so breathless that the word barely had a sound.

“This,” Alli said gruffly. She snapped the waistband of Bea’s yoga pants. “Off.” Her fingers fumbled with the button of her own jeans and then she was stripping them off, hopping on one leg as Bea kicked her pants to the other side of the tiny room.

Bea grabbed Alli’s hair, pulling her back up, wanting more of her mouth, wanting to taste her, to devour her. Alli obliged this time their full naked bodies crushing against each other as Bea felt wetness pooling at the top of her thighs. Until Alli pulled away again.

“What now?” groaned Bea.

Alli grinned and hoisted Bea by the hips, turning and depositing her on the bed. Bea gasped, but Alli was already above her, already parting her legs, already smiling like a demon. “Like this,” she said, fingers stroking the skin on the inside of Bea’s thighs.

Bea nodded, swallowing, trying to control her breathing, trying to stop herself inching down to meet Alli’s fingers, trying to be patient.

“Not a clue what I’m doing,” Alli said, eyes heavy-lidded, breath coming faster.

“Wouldn’t have guessed,” panted Bea, eyes closing now as Alli’s fingers reached higher.

There was movement and Alli’s tongue circled Bea’s nipple and Bea cried out just as Alli’s fingers thrust inside her and a thumb pressed against her clit. She lifted her hips and Alli pushed her back down again, fully in control of something that Bea had no hopes of controlling.

Fingers slipped in and out of slickness, a tongue flicked at a sensitive nipple, a thumb circled a swollen center and all Beacould do was try to breathe, try to keep up, try to take in the sensations until she couldn’t anymore. Until her body took over and her mouth cried out and Alli’s fingers were trapped inside her, her thumb pressed against her, the pounding, pulsing rushing through her.

“Jesus Christ,” Alli said.

Bea opened her eyes. “Not bad for a first attempt.”

“Cheeky now, are you?” asked Alli, slowly starting to slide her fingers out of Bea.

Bea growled at her, stomach still twirling with need, with want. She put her hands on Alli’s waist, saw the look on Alli’s face change, saw her eyes darken, her lips part, and knew that if the world was ending right now, she simply wouldn’t care.

“Up,” she ordered as she slid down the bed, pulling Alli up the bed at the same time.

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