Page 33 of Stay Here Tonight
“Can we start with what I want to do to you now?”
Maxine hadn’t been expecting that. Nevertheless, she gave Lydia one last kiss to the cheek before sitting back in her own seat. She pulled out another tissue and wiped off her fingers with careful attention. “We can, but you’re not going to get to do any of it until I say you can.”
Lydia slid up against Maxine and draped herself across her lover’s side. The pink hue of sexual satisfaction would not last for long. Maxine intended for Lydia to be as lusty when they got home as she had been five minutes ago.
“I want to worship every inch of you, Ms. Woodward.”
Maxine reached for the fully-stocked bar and searched for the emergency stash of scotch she kept in her limo. She needed it, because some women knew exactly how to say the right things.
Chapter 12
Lydia knew what was going to happen. Maxine had whispered every step into her ear the rest of the limo ride home, but it still didn’t stifle her nerves or quell the voices in her head that said this was a dream, a prank, the kind of night that only belonged to naughty romance novels or late-night softcore porn on TV. No matter how much Maxine felt her up, slowly undressed her, or sucked on her ear, Lydia couldn’t believe it… couldn’t believe that someone like her new lover would want to treat her to such lascivious experiences.
Everything was so matter of fact as soon as they arrived at the mansion later that night. How late was it, anyway? Eleven? Midnight? Time did not exist to addled Lydia as she held onto Maxine’s hand and followed her inside. Agnes was there to greet them and ask if they had any need for something before turning in. Maxine curtly told her goodnight before leading Lydia up the grand staircase. Agnes watched after them with mild curiosity. Lydia honestly didn’t give a shit what the maid thought. She was so far up the ass ofMaxine Maxine Maxinethat this night could end with dirty looks and she would not give a single fuck.
I know what’s going to happen. I simply can’t believe it’s going to happen… to me.
“You ready, Liddie?” Ah, yes,Liddie!That name had popped up somewhere between Lydia confessing she always had a thing for strong, powerful women and Maxine promising her lover that there would be more climaxing before the night was through. “Honey” was old and tired. Any woman could be a honey. What Lydia wanted, even if this relationship lasted only a few weeks, was a greater sense of personal attachment. No one had ever called her Liddie, before. She had a feeling she would never be able to stand it from another person. “God, I can’t wait to get that adorable dress off you.”
They stood in the entrance of the master bedroom, the abode Lydia had been banished from so unceremoniously a week ago. Would it happen again tonight? Maxine had made no promises either way.
“I’m as ready as you are hot.”
Maxine had never looked so uncertain.
“That means yes.”Good job, Lydia. Confuse the woman you’re entrusting yourself to for the rest of the night.
“I do love hearing that word.” Maxine swung the bedroom door shut behind them. “I’d like to hear it a lot more often tonight.”
“Yes, yes,yes.”
“Thatta girl.” Maxine drew Lydia deeper into her embrace.God, can I spend the rest of my life here?Lydia no longer knew what was the endorphins whispering shit into her ear and what was her heart’s earnest plea. Was she really falling in love with Maxine? Or was it pure, unfulfilled lust? “A girl who is for some reasonnotnaked in my bedroom. Let’s fix that.”
Lydia had been undressed like this before, but somehow this round of bedroom antics had piqued her giddy heart. The way Maxine carefully unzipped the designer dress and let it plop at Lydia’s feet spoke of a sweet relationship full of care and tenderness. Even the way her hands came forward and clutched Lydia’s breasts in their lacy pushup bra was familiar. Lydia slowly lost the nerves tickling her skin. This fantastic woman was giving her all of this positive attention, and for what? For being herself? For not being afraid to speak of her fantasies, which happened to complement some of the very things people loved to give Maxine shit for?
Too good to be true. Perhaps Lydia knew this might be the only time it happened.
Perhaps.
“What right did the universe have when it made a gorgeous woman like you?” Maxine purred into Lydia’s ear. She pulled down the cups of the bra and stroked both of Lydia’s nipples to erect attention. What else could Lydia do but lean back into such a graceful embrace, a look of sheer accomplishment on her face? “I think you’re purposely trying to make me lose my mind.”
“Maybe. Does it get me what I want?”
“What do you want, Ms. Kellerman?”
She bit her lip.Damn, this is some high-quality lipstick.Never once smeared, even after all that kissing and biting. “I told you what I wanted on the way here.”
“I want to hear you say it again. Make sure I didn’t twist anything in my head between there and here.”
Time to be shy again! “I want to get to know exactly what kind of woman you are, Ms. Woodward.”
Maxine removed her black jacket and left it on top of the dress. “Keep the fuck-me pumps on. You wear them well.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Otherwise, you have no use for shit like this.” Maxine popped the bra off Lydia’s chest and tossed it over her shoulder. “Or this.” Oh, no, those panties were absolutely not necessary, especially after what they had been through in the limo. Time to give them a much-deserved rest. “Think I’ll keep your hair up, too. You look so formal like this. Naked, high-heels, up-do… why, you’d think it was one of my favorite images.”
“Is it?”
