Page 51 of Beautiful Dreamer

Then Devyn pulled her hand away. Damn it. Elizabeth remindedherself to breathe. She’d make it through this delicious torture.

Dropping to her knees, Devyn went to work. She kissed Elizabeththrough the small piece of fabric between her legs, which was lovely, but notnearly enough contact. Then she kissed Elizabeth more firmly, which was, ohgood God, so much better. She rocked against the pressure and grabbed the topof the refrigerator behind her with both hands. When Devyn at long last slidthe underwear from Elizabeth’s hips to her ankles and touched her with hertongue, Elizabeth reached behind her with her right arm and held on to the sideof the refrigerator with all she had. She shifted, giving Devyn and her wondrousmouth more access. She accepted it, too.

Her muscles quivered as an even more intense buildup began. Thethings Devyn did with her mouth astounded. Were those octagons she traced? Herbrain couldn’t keep up. Didn’t matter, they were wondrous, and she was soworked up it was painful. She vocalized her way through it, too polite to askDevyn to hurry. The moaning turned to whimpering when Devyn pulled her morefirmly into her mouth and sucked. She would have doubled over if she didn’thave hold of whatever it was she was holding. She didn’t really have a conceptof her surroundings right now. Wherever she was, her dress was on the floor andher underwear was around her ankles, and her world was being rocked. When Devynentered her with three fingers, she called out loudly, drunk with pleasure andready to be set free. With Devyn’s fingers driving her, she climbed higher andhigher, dizzy and lost, when finally, it all gave way in a burst and shecatapulted with a jerk of her hips. She came hot and fast and extra long,riding out the flow of pleasure that overtook her. Devyn’s fingers kept thewonderful sensations coming until she couldn’t take any more.

“No more,” she said, breathless and satisfied. She stilled Devyn’swrist and watched as she stood, smiling and proud of herself. As Elizabethworked to assemble her thoughts, Devyn kissed her neck softly.

“Amazing,” she whispered. “Incredibly gratifying to take you inyour kitchen.” She wrapped her arms around Elizabeth’s waist and kissed thespot where her neck met her shoulder.

Elizabeth tried to catch her breath. “The kitchen. That’s right.That’s where we are.” She straightened and blinked, still regaining herequilibrium. Once she had, she stared at Devyn and realized they were acutelyimbalanced. “Your clothes,” she said.

Devyn glanced down at her outfit. The scarf had apparently comeundone or had been discarded—it was hard to say, but it lay on the floor nextto her dress. “What about my clothes?” Devyn asked, stepping back.

“Take them off.”

Devyn stared at her, almost like she couldn’t believe the commandhad left Elizabeth’s mouth, so she amended it.

“Please.”

That pulled a smile, made visible by the soft glow of moonlightover everything. She watched, with now darkened eyes, as Devyn removed thewhite shirt to reveal a light pink bra that offered a generous glimpse of herfull breasts. Elizabeth swallowed. Next, she unfastened her jeans and slid themto the floor, stepping out of them easily. The pink bra had a matching pair ofsilk bikinis. The color-coordinated set had Elizabeth wet all over again.

She stepped closer to Devyn and, with a hand behind her head,brought her mouth in for a deep kiss. She stepped out of her heels, which sheshould have done a long time ago, and allowed Devyn the upper hand in theheight department because she found it sexy. As their tongues battled, she feltlike a kid on Christmas morning, knowing she was going to get to touch Devynintimately, take her places, and bring her back again. “Want to see mybedroom?” she asked against Devyn’s mouth.

All she got back was a nod, which meant things were moving in theright direction.

They didn’t travel gracefully, stopping every few steps to kiss ortouch or stare. She didn’t bother with the overhead light. The small lampacross the room offered a romantic glow. Her hand was between Devyn’s legsbefore they hit the bed.

Devyn squeezed Elizabeth’s shoulders as she was caressed. “Just soyou know, it’s not going to take a lot. I’m already so gone. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll see about that,” Elizabeth whispered. In reality, the ideathat she’d turned Devyn on that much was intoxicating and…awesome. It fueledher confidence and made her only want Devyn more.

In a surprise, the normally put-together Devyn was rather vocalwhen turned on. The sounds affected Elizabeth in a powerful manner. She couldfeel those sounds move through her as she stroked Devyn softly. The encouragingmurmurs when she took off those pink bikinis bolstered her determination. Thediscarded bra revealed round, beautiful breasts out of a painting. Elizabethhad to kiss each one slowly and lick her way around each nipple. She suckedthem softly, then not so soft. Somewhere along the way, Devyn unclaspedElizabeth’s bra, prompting Elizabeth to help the cause and toss the thing overher shoulder. She let her full weight settle. Nestling herself between Devyn’slegs, she rocked against Devyn purposefully, surprised by how she fit therelike a lost puzzle piece.

“More,” Devyn said, as she clutched the bedspread beneath her. Allit took were a couple of sharp thrusts of her hips and Devyn tumbled fast andloud. She pulled Elizabeth closer, hanging on to her as she rode out thepleasure. It was perhaps the most satisfying moment of Elizabeth’s adult life,not to mention the most beautiful.

“Never that fast before,” Devyn managed, finally. “Wow.”

Elizabeth kissed her lips softly. “Can I put that quote on mybusiness card?”

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“We did a lot of things to each other tonight,” Elizabeth said, asshe stared at the ceiling. Oh, they had.

It had to be at least three a.m. Her limbs felt heavy and shewasn’t sure she could move, wasn’t sure she wanted to. Devyn lay next to her onher side, the side of her head resting on her hand and the sheet pulled up toher waist, leaving her amazing breasts on display for Elizabeth. “What’s goingto happen when I report for work and we see each other?”

“I’m going to say, ‘Hi, Elizabeth. The sex last night wasamazing.’”

She gasped, turned her head, and looked up at Devyn with wideeyes. “Tell me you won’t say that in front of anyone.”

“Fine. I won’t. But know that it was.” Devyn took her hand andthreaded their fingers. “This was a good idea. I really enjoyed tonight. You.”

“I did, too. Two consenting adults is rather refreshing. Nopressure either.”

“Have you ever done this before?” Devyn rested their joint handson Elizabeth’s stomach.

She understood her meaning. Sex without the promise of a relationship,even the potential of one. She shook her head. “Have you?”

“I’ve had one-night stands, but never anything with someone Iknow. And really like.”

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