Page 37 of Don't Fall in Love (and how to break the rules)

Nisha brushed her hand down Chrissie’s side, then brought it back up, gently stroking her breast as she did.

“You’ve got moves,” said Chrissie, her voice breathless.

“I didn’t just study French at university, you know,” said Nisha into Chrissie’s neck, where she proceeded to apply her lips liberally.

“So I gather,” said Chrissie, running her hands down Nisha’s back, finding her bum and squeezing.

“Mmm,” said Nisha. “I’m not the only one with moves.”

Chrissie felt herself wanting more of the woman on top of her, wanting to give herself up in that moment. “God, you are so hot,” she said, reaching down to pull Nisha’s top up over her head. “Is this ok?”

“Chrissie, don’t you know by now?” asked Nisha, sitting herself up to throw her top aside and look down at the other woman. “I want you. I always did.” Chrissie felt something different now, something that was less about sex and more about… She wasn’t sure what it was about, but it made her brain burst into orange flames. She decided not to think about what that meant.

Nisha leaned forwards and pulled Chrissie’s top up, undoing her bra at the same time, and Chrissie helped. There was a clumsiness to their urgency, but it was necessary.

“My goodness,” said Nisha, looking down at Chrissie’s skin, the pink of her nipples and the sweat glistening in her cleavage. “You are possibly the sexiest woman I have ever met.”

Chrissie’s eyes darkened. “Take off your bra,” she instructed. Nisha didn’t need telling twice, quickly removing the sports braand flinging it across the room. She leaned back down, her breasts meeting Chrissie’s, and they sighed in unison.

Chrissie put her hand on Nisha’s hip and pushed her, flipping her onto her back. “Is this ok?” she asked, mirroring the question Nisha had put earlier.

“God yes,” said Nisha, placing her hands on Chrissie’s back, and enjoying the sensation of Chrissie’s leg between hers.

They kissed in a mess of tongues and hands and arms and legs, in a way that made Chrissie wonder if she might climax before she’d even taken off her skirt. As if reading her mind, Nisha hooked her fingers under the waist band. “This needs to come off,” she said, breathless.

“Only if you take off those jeans as well,” said Chrissie.

“Deal.”

Their clothes were efficiently abandoned, and they resumed their positions. Chrissie kissed Nisha’s neck, earning a groan.

“I remember you liking that before,” said Chrissie.

“You were the one who made me understand what I liked,” said Nisha. “And that,” she added in a gasp, as Chrissie ran her tongue over the dark brown nipple beneath her mouth. Chrissie smiled, but didn’t stop kissing this woman. This woman she’d thought about for twenty years.

Chrissie had always wondered what meeting her again would be like, but she’d never considered the possibility of anything actually happening if they did. She drew her fingers up Nisha’s smooth shin, over her knee, lingering over her toned thigh. “All that football,” Chrissie sighed. She kissed Nisha’s rounded stomach, feeling her lover squirm beneath her. “Be patient,” she said, with a giggle.

“That’s easy for you to say,” said Nisha, but before she could say anything further, Chrissie had swept her tongue between her legs, over the cotton of her briefs.

“You were saying?” said Chrissie, popping her head up to look at the woman lying before her.

“Shut up and carry on doing that,” replied Nisha, a hand gently resting on Chrissie’s head. Chrissie laughed and swiftly used her fingers to pull the briefs to one side, so she could feel with her tongue how turned on Nisha was. Nisha groaned. Deftly, Chrissie removed the offending undergarment, before settling herself in a position where she could better access what she wanted – giving Nisha as much pleasure as she could.

Chrissie ran her tongue up through Nisha’s centre, tasting how turned on she was, how ready she was. But she didn’t want Nisha to climax so soon. Chrissie wanted to take her time and enjoy this. Twenty years ago they’d fumbled together, neither of them with any experience or understanding, just feeling their way. Now, she wanted to make sure that Nisha’s every need and want was taken care of.

Chrissie continued to lick Nisha, slowly, deliberately, drawing her own pleasure from the sound of Nisha’s moans. Chrissie could feel herself beginning to ache, wanting to be touched. She disengaged and moved, kissing Nisha on the mouth and replacing her tongue with her fingers. She could tell from the darkness of Nisha’s eyes, from the way her mouth was set and her eyes were closed, that the time for teasing her was over. She pressed her first and then her second finger into Nisha, and her lover cried out.

“Shhh,” said Chrissie in a stage whisper, “we’re next door to Dan.”

“And if you don’t carry on doing that, I’ll scream even louder,” Nisha replied.

Chrissie grinned. She understood. She pushed into Nisha harder, enjoying the sight of the other woman’s head thrown back, arms above her head, yielding completely to the moment.Slowly to start with, she pushed in and then out, in and then out, enjoying the feeling of Nisha’s muscles squeeze her fingers.

Nisha’s moans remained just quiet enough for Chrissie not to worry about Dan. She added her thumb, sweeping it over Nisha’s most sensitive place.

“Oh God, yes,” said Nisha, her face now turned into the pillow so as not to make too much noise, as she gave way to an orgasm Chrissie could see, hear and feel.

Chapter Thirty-Two

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