Page 15 of Stay Here Tonight
“Guess you do things to me.”
That got Lydia a light tap on the ass. Even though the touch was more gentle than rough, she jerked upward, holding fast to Maxine’s arm and acting as if that was the most erotic thing.
“My, my.” Maxine pressed her hips down, grinding more fervently. “There are words for women like you, Lydia.”
“Call me one.”
Maxine nipped her lover’s ear. The word she uttered was banned in some countries.
The way she then used her tongue to physically stimulate Lydia’s ear was as equally likely to be illegal.
“Fuck me!”
Was that Lydia who said that? Demanding that this woman finger her while caressing her tender ear? Giving her taps to the ass as reverently as one would stroke a dear lover’s flesh? What did Maxine get out of this, anyway? Did she get off on doing this to women like Lydia? Or was she gearing up for something more… engaging?
Yeah. That.
“I’ll fuck you.” Maxine flopped down onto her bed and pulled Lydia over to her, their naked bodies colliding together from more than the forces of nature. Legs wrapped together. Finely groomed hairs brushed against Lydia’s thighs. “But you have to ask nicely.”
“Please?” Lydia could get used being pinned beneath Maxine’s strong body. Having their legs so intimately entwined would have both of them coming within a few minutes of heated thrusting. “Please fuck me?”
“You sound so uncertain.” Maxine gently grinded her leg against Lydia’s aching cleft. “Anything I can do to make you sound a little more enthused?”
“For the love of God, fuck me, Maxine!”
This wasn’t a dream, was it? Because only in Lydia’s dreams did she get to fuck Maxine Woodward and be fucked in return.
A few minutes was a cataclysmic overstatement. Lydia had no way of determining how long she and Maxine could go.
Was it the way she kissed Lydia, with the hunger of a woman who wanted to love again? The intensity with which she thrust and grinded? The infatuated way she sucked her lover’s throat and groaned into her ear?
The thing killing Lydia the most was the pure sensation of touching Maxine’s body.
Her strong shoulders. Her smooth, curving back. Her powerful hips. Her firm ass. Her warm and sweaty breasts. Her starving lips and her fluttering eyelashes. Her wet hair grazing against Lydia’s cheek whenever Maxine lowered her head to suck her lover’s nipple.
Everything about the moment was simultaneously explosive and a slow, burning trial. Lydia didn’t know how many times she could come – and she didn’t know if she could ever get over the crazed sound of Maxine coming from what they did to one another.
Nobody would ever believe Lydia’s story that was born from this. She didn’t even believe it!
Lydia didn’t want it to end. Her tired body didn’t want it to end, either, but it had to end eventually, yes? Yet from the way Maxine’s lips lingered on Lydia’s as they slowly ceased their feverish grinding, it was evident that someone else didn’t want to call it a night either.
Or so Lydia hoped.
“Francis has no idea what she’s got in her office,” Maxine muttered as she rolled off Lydia and brushed her hand through her hair. “We should have done this sooner.”
Lydia smashed the back of her sweaty head against a pillow. As much as she wanted to cuddle up against her lover, something more pressing forced her to sit up. “Bathroom?”
Maxine languidly pointed to the right. “Go straight through. You’ll find it.”
Normal people didn’t need to give instructions like that, but as Lydia discovered when she took her naked ass into the next room, Maxine was far,farfrom “normal people.” Her master bathroom had to be the size of Lydia’s apartment. Finding the toilet and adjacent sink was like finding her bathrobe in a dark room.
I can’t believe that happened.Lydia also couldn’t believe how damn wet she was. Not all of it came from only her, either.What now? What happens now?Would Maxine ask her out for a real date sometime soon? Could they have something casual? Would they acknowledge that this had happened the next time Maxine came into the resource center?
Lydia got her answer as soon as she walked back out of the bathroom. It was not an answer she appreciated.
Maxine was up and dressed in a crimson silk robe. She sat in a wooden chair, teeth gnashing on one of her nails as she wrote something with a pen that cost more than Lydia’s monthly rent. When the paper touched her hand a few seconds later, Lydia unfortunately found out that her lover of the night was either paying for her taxi home… or setting her up in perfectly nice guest accommodations on the other side of the manor. (See Agnes the maid outside for more details!)
Naked and humiliated, Lydia snatched her dress off the floor and walked away before Maxine could say a single word.
