Page 22 of Christa's Obsession

The seconds ticked by as Wanda lay there. Wanda had little to no understanding about guile. She would have laughed if anyone suggested the picture she made was to entice her lover. It wouldn’t occur to her, so it didn’t.

Her surprise held her where she was, unsure what she should do or say, now she was face to face with her wish. Christa stayed as she was, silent and watchful.

Her gaze skimmed down Wanda, naked and vulnerable with the scent of her arousal and the wetness coating her thighs. She had no place to hide what she had been doing and she couldn’t decide what she should do.

You don’t need to hide. Look at how she admires your beauty.

On display, Wanda had no choice but to wait to meet Christa’s stare when it moved back up her body.

“So beautiful,” Christa purred.

Desire scented the air, and it wasn’t Wanda’s alone. Wanda understood that, except she could see something more in Christa’s eyes… yearning. Christa didn’t hide the need reflected at Wanda. In that moment, she didn’t feel vulnerable by her own nakedness; she felt empowered.

She released a tremulous breath. “You came,” she murmured softly.

Christa’s ocean blue eyes held her gaze. “I did. If you wish for me to leave, so…”

Was it wrong to ask her to stay when…

Talk to her. Explain how you feel.

“No… I want you to stay.”

We do too.

“We,” she corrected, “want you to stay.” Wanda released the branch she held and stroked it before she moved to sit up. Naked as she was, the move brought her a little closer to Christa, and she felt the warmth of her presence in her cocoon. She inhaled the sensual scent of her perfume. Both acted on her already aroused body. Her nipples tightened, making it obvious the effect Christa had on her. Wanda conjured a dress and felt her tree’s disappointment.

I can’t sit here naked—

Why not? Christa thinks you’re beautiful and you are.

Cheeks flaming with embarrassment, she noticed Christa’s shoulders droop and heard the small sigh she released.Was she disappointed I covered myself?

Yes.

Shush, I didn’t ask you.

You never asked Christa either.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked politely, feeling more awkward than she did moments ago. What was wrong with her?

“Please.”

Her trees produced a glass of peach juice and offered it to Christa, who smiled in acceptance. “Is this made from the fruit from your orchard?” she asked, her nose wrinkling delicately as she sniffed at the rim of the glass.

“It is.”

Wanda’s breath held as she watched Christa take a sip, then groan in delight. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet or delicious as this.” Her gaze held Wanda’s over the rim of the glass.

“I’m lucky. My tree magic allows them to yield fruit all year round.”

Christa’s lips moved into a slow, sexy smile, the ripe lips drawing Wanda’s gaze. “It also has many uses… the fruit, does it not?”

Wanda met Christa’s amused gaze. Did she mean…

Oh my.

The leaves rustled, laughing, drawing Christa’s gaze up. “Are your trees laughing?”

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