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Elisa had been brave. She had actually gone after what she wanted, and God, had she gotten it and then some. Myra was drop-dead gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it. Well, sexy would be another way, but Elisa’s brain wasn’t fully functioning at the moment because Myra had quite possibly just fucked it into oblivion. They still stood against the back of the front door, though Myra was more standing, and Elisa was more or less being held against it because her legs were wobbly, and she couldn’t stand on her own.
“Should we maybe go upstairs now?” Myra asked as she withdrew her fingers.
“Yes, but I’m not sure I can walk,” she admitted.
“I’ll be right there with you,” Myra replied and kissed her sweetly. “Let’s go to bed.”
Elisa wasn’t sure if Myra meant to go to sleep, but she didn’t ask her because she knew there was no way she was going to let Myra sleep without touching her first. When Myra leaned over to pick up the bag she had dropped when she’d walked in, Elisa managed to stand on her own. She moved away from the door and tested her legs. They appeared to be working well enough to make it up the stairs, but then, she remembered that she was naked. Myra was still half-dressed, and while Elisa watched her kick off her shoes and stand up fully with her bag in her hand, it hit her. For the first time since they’d started, her lack of self-esteem hit her, and she wrapped her arms around her body. Myra noticed and smiled at her. She ran her hands over Elisa’s arms and slowly pulled them back.
“It’s just that I… had kids. Two of them at once. I’ve got–”
“An amazing body,” Myra interrupted. “That I want to touch all over. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You are very beautiful. And sexy. I want all of you. Let me show you, please?”
“You just did.”
“That was just to start. I want to kiss you everywhere,” Myra said. “Everywhere,” she repeated.
Elisa swallowed as she nodded, deciding that she could walk up the stairs, with Myra behind her, and only be alittleself-conscious. Myra took her hand, recognizing what Elisa was thinking somehow, and led the way up the creaking stairs instead.
“I’ll fix those.”
“Huh?”
“The stairs. I can fix those,” Myra said.
“Oh. I didn’t even notice,” she replied when they got to the top.
“I’ve never been upstairs here. Where’s your room?” Myra asked her.
“Um… here,” she said and pointed to the right to the open door.
Myra pulled her in and dropped her bag on the floor. As she looked around the room, Elisa wondered what she thought about it but decided to ask her tomorrow.
Then, Myra looked over at her and asked, “Are you cold?”
“I’m naked,” she reminded.
“I know.” Myra wiggled her eyebrows at her.
“You’re not,” Elisa noted.
Myra let go of her hand and said, “You can get on the bed if you want.”
Elisa swallowed and moved to the bed. She pulled back the blanket and climbed under it, pulling it over her.
“You’re under the blanket. That cold?”
“No, you just said to go to the bed.”
Myra nodded and asked, “Did you and… Was it usually under?”
Elisa was embarrassed and felt the flush creep over her cheeks.
“Yes. In the dark.”
Myra seemed to realize then that the lights in the room were off and the only light streaming in was from the hallway light. She flipped the switch and turned back to Elisa.
“I want to see you if that’s okay,” she said as she pulled her jeans down her body and kicked off her socks next. “And above the blanket. We’re about to get really hot and sweaty.”
