Page 93 of Spindrift

Sheset the toy on the bedside table and did as she was told. Her sweatpants fellto the floor and she tossed her shirt off after it, grateful she hadn’tbothered with bra or underwear. She held out her hand for the harness, butEmilia shook her head.

“Emilia—”

Emiliastood, leaving the harness on the bed. She ran her palms down Morgan’s arms andup her waist until she stood close enough that the cold metal of her beltpressed against Morgan’s clit.

Emiliacupped Morgan’s breast in her hand. “You’re like a sculpture. It’s ridiculous.”

Morgandidn’t much care if she was a work of art or a pile of trash. Right now, shecould only focus on Emilia. She wrapped her arms around her and tried to kissher, but Emilia pulled away with that damned teasing smile and somehow musthave managed to grab the harness, because she felt the cool leather circle herwaist. The first buckle snapped as Emilia tightened it, and the sound might aswell have been fingers stroking her. Emilia knelt, holding Morgan’s eyes inthat way she had, as if she knew Morgan couldn’t look away even if her lifedepended on it, and slipped the dildo in place. The silicone nestled againsther. Emilia fastened the second strap, brushing against Morgan’s slick innerthigh, and lingering long enough to let her thumb tease Morgan’s opening beforefastening the second buckle. Morgan’s hips jerked. By the time Emilia finishedwith the third and final strap, she knew she’d come hard and fast the minuteshe entered the woman on the ground before her.

Emiliarested her hand on the dildo. Desire rippled through Morgan. She started totell Emilia where to find the lube, but it was already in Emilia’s hand. Sheslid it over the toy in long, even strokes that pushed the silicone into Morganand made her gasp. Emilia kissed her thigh where the leather sat. She almost diedas she watched Emilia run her tongue along the strap.

“Fuck.”She pulled Emilia to her feet, loving and hating the way the woman laughed, asMorgan allowed herself to be pushed down onto the bed.

Emiliaremoved her own jeans with the same torturous slowness with which she’d takenoff her shirt. Morgan marveled at the length of her legs and the long musclesof her thighs, mesmerized by the way Emilia moved. Her full breasts with theirdark nipples swayed with her body, and Morgan longed to take them into hermouth one at a time, or to just hold them, letting them fill her hands. Thenthere were the soft curves of Emilia’s waist, her lean, runner’s bodyforgetting itself and spreading into hips and an ass that Morgan couldn’t keepher eyes off even in polite company. How had this woman ended up in herbedroom?

Shedidn’t pursue that line of thought. Emilia crawled onto the bed and over her,her hair curtaining Morgan’s face and her breasts—fuck me—at last withinreach. She held them, the nipples hard against her palms, and watched Emilia’seyes close in pleasure as she kneaded them. She could have stayed thereforever, but Emilia’s ass pulled her hands down, and she stroked the curves ofeach cheek while Emilia’s breath came hot and fast. When she grabbed her ass,Emilia whimpered, and the tip of the dildo touched her. Morgan felt thepressure and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She’d never been thissensitive. Not to her own body, and not to her lover’s.

Emiliasat up and scratched Morgan’s sides with her nails, blinding Morgan with brightlust, which cleared to reveal Emilia with her hand on the dildo, teasingherself with the tip.Jesus fucking Christ, Morgan swore to herself asher body threatened to come at the sight. Emilia’s hair almost covered her chest,wild and tangled from Morgan’s hands, and her breasts caught the light again asEmilia arched her back.

Morgan’sgasp mingled with Emilia’s as she guided the shaft into herself. The length ofblue vanished inch by inch as Emilia took it in, and Morgan felt her shudderthrough the silicone as it entered her. She waited for it to settle, notwanting to hurt Emilia, but desperate to take her in her arms. She wanted toplease this woman. God help her, she wanted to give Emilia everything, and thedanger in the thought was nothing compared to the strength of the longing.

Emilia’ships rocked slowly as she experimented with the length and width of the strap-on.Morgan felt the beginnings of her own orgasm start low inside her and clampeddown, holding it at bay with sheer willpower as Emilia moaned and her hipssurged, taking the dildo in deeper. Emilia, Morgan already knew, wasn’t afraidto take control of her own pleasure. She studied the way desire changedEmilia’s face, softening it, color flushing her cheeks and throat. She tried totell herself she wasn’t memorizing it.

AsEmilia’s breathing grew ragged, her brown eyes met Morgan’s, and Morgan readthe message there:take me, now.

Sherolled Emilia over onto her back, and Emilia’s legs wrapped around her waist,bringing her in closer as Emilia bucked, her hips desperate. Morgan’s thrustanswered her.

“Ohmy god.” Emilia breathed, almost laughing as she threw her head back. “Oh myfucking god.”

Firescored her back as Emilia’s nails dug in. Her own desire peaked and shook her,but she didn’t break her rhythm.Not yet, she told herself, fightingthrough dizzying shockwaves of pleasure. Not with Emilia so close. Emilia wassoft beneath her, and she whimpered into Morgan’s ear as Morgan picked up herpace, then slowed, loving the widening of Emilia’s eyes as she begged Morgan withthem not to stop.

“Fuckyou, Morgan Donovan,” Emilia said when Morgan slowed again.

Morgandid not bother pointing out that technically speaking she was, and came to a haltwith her hips pressed hard against Emilia. Emilia’s entire body quivered.

“Whatare you doing?” Her voice broke with frustration and Morgan kissed her gently,aware that gentleness was the last thing Emilia wanted right now, but unable toresist her flushed and parted lips.

“Rollover,” she said.

Emilia’sanswering smile was slow and heavy. Morgan pulled out with her pulse hammeringin her throat. She wasn’t sure why she’d given the command, only that it hadfelt right in that moment, right in a way that would have startled her if shehad been capable of self-analysis. Emilia turned and looked at Morgan over hershoulder as she obeyed. The trust and certainty in that look, paired with thesmolder, twisted around her heart. She stroked Emilia with her hand and felt theheat of her. Briefly, she contemplated ditching the strap-on so she could feel Emiliacome around her hand again, but there was a need in the way Emilia’s bodytilted toward her that she could no more deny than she could cease to breath ofher own free will. She paused long enough to taste her before sliding the shaftback inside her.

“God,yes,” Emilia said. Morgan took hold of her hips and felt the curve of her assagainst her as she thrust. She watched the muscles in Emilia’s back shift asshe clutched the sheets and marveled at the strength of her body. The darknesson the boat and the necessity of cover had concealed the steel beneath hercurves. Here, in the fading evening light, she saw the raw power of EmiliaRusso laid bare against the pale blue of her sheets.

“Harder,”Emilia begged.

Morganobeyed.

Emiliaslammed her own hips into Morgan, forcing her to pick up her pace. Emilia’s haircascaded over her shoulders as she flung her head back. Had she ever seenanything this beautiful? She leaned forward to hold her closer, taking herbreast in her hand and rocking with her.

“Morgan.”Emilia’s voice went high. “Morgan, please don’t stop.”

“Iwon’t,” Morgan said into her ear.

“Ohmy god. Morgan. Morgan—” Her last word broke as she came, shuddering, in Morgan’sarms.

Morganheld her until she stopped shaking, then gently withdrew the dildo and undidthe harness. Emilia turned beneath her and rested her head under Morgan’s chin,kissing Morgan’s neck as her breathing settled. Morgan touched her hair, thenher back, fingertips skimming the smooth skin and feeling the dip of her waistand the curve of her spine. Their legs tangled together. Morgan could feelEmilia’s heartbeat pounding against her own, but something else beat in herchest: a fluttering thing with wings too small for its body, struggling to stayaloft. Morgan closed her eyes as she recognized it for what it was. When Emiliaslid her hand between Morgan’s legs, she nearly wept, and her second orgasmshook her down to her marrow. She cried Emilia’s name as she kissed her andfilled them both with the sound.

Emiliaheld her close after the last aftershocks passed, and she lay with her head onEmilia’s breast and breathed in the scent of her skin and their sex. Thefluttering thing grew stronger. As Emilia toyed with her hair and the distantsounds of her housemates filtered into the room, she wondered if she’d ever hada choice, or if she had fallen for Emilia Russo the minute she’d met her eyeson the dock.

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