Page 37 of Stay Here Tonight
“What do you want from me now?” Lydia could barely keep her lips off Maxine so she could speak. “I’ll eat your pussy out. I’ll fuck it with whatever you want. Let me do it.”
“Fucking hell do whatever you want!”
Suffice to say, it had been a while since Maxine received oral of that caliber.
Lydia never once took her gray eyes off Maxine as she licked with her tongue, sucked with her lips, and fucked with her fingers. Maxine may not have been physically restrained, but the weight of that determined gaze held her down more than Lydia’s arms could have.She’s gonna eat me alive.Maxine rather hoped she would.
Lydia snatched Maxine’s hand and squeezed it through her first orgasm. Oh, Maxine had come while fucking her lover, but now the physical pleasure erupted inside ofherand smacked her around until she barely knew what reality was anymore. She didn’t know how Lydia could have both her fingers and tongue inside at the same time, but here they were, and Maxine was about to fall off her own bed and not give a single fuck about it.
Except she had every reason to stay on the bed. Lydia Kellerman was not going to let Maxine go without that night. She fucked her back, in any position Maxine wanted, declaring herself someone suitable enough to give the heiress whatever the hell she needed in the bedroom.
What she needed was Lydia back beneath her, meeting her moving hips and kissing her swollen lips. Only when they managed to come together would Maxine finally give up the ghost.
That level of spiritual ascension took a few tries to get right. Every try was well worth it.
***
Even with how well the night had gone so far, Maxine still had a moment of crisis when Lydia inevitably got up to use the bathroom.
Normally this was when Maxine made arrangements for her guest to sleep somewhere else, whether in the house or in their own homes.Nobody has actually slept with me since Penelope.Not counting that one conference where a huge mix-up with the hotel had Angela and Maxine sharing a bed until other arrangements could be made.I’ve never had sex with her. That’s why it doesn’t count.Lydia, though? Somehow, the thought of letting Lydia go for the night hurt more than overcoming some personal demons that would allow her to stay.
Maxine still didn’t have the words to convey what she felt when Lydia emerged from the bathroom, naked and resigned.
“What are you doing?”
Lydia looked up from her pile of clothing on the floor. Was she really going to put that nice dress back on again? Suppose she would have to, unless Maxine was willing to part with some spare clothes.
“I’m getting ready to go. I won’t bother Agnes. I know where the guest room is now.”
Maxine remained on her bed, watching her lover lay out the clothingsomeonehad stripped from her. A sweet aura surrounded Lydia, emanating from more than the glow on her skin or the sparkle in her eyes.I don’t know why I notice these things.The last time Maxine decided to acknowledge this part of a woman, she ended up married to a nightmare.
She was leaving. Perhaps, if Maxine arranged for them to get up around the same time, they could have breakfast on the balcony or drive into town for brunch. They were a public couple, right? Maybe it would be good PR to be seen having brunch at a trendy spot. Maybe…
Their eyes met. Lydia forced a smile as she pulled her underwear back on, covering her pretty, soft hairs that Maxine enjoyed touching for half the night.
“You don’t have to go.”
She said that without thinking. Or had she finally been thinking clearly for the first time in many years?
Lydia cocked her head as if she didn’t believe what she heard. “You want me to stay the night with you?”
Maxine lunged forward, as if she were a girl at a sleepover again.Did I go to those? I must have.Even rich girls like her went to sleepovers in the late ‘90s.
Yes, she wanted Lydia to stay with her. To sleep with. To curl up next to, in her arms, around her body, sleeping away the night and indulging in forbidden dreams that they may or may not share in the morning. She wanted to wake up with someone as sweet as Lydia by her side, reminding her that there were still a few good things in the world.
Was it the sex? Was it really that good? Did it make Maxine so relaxed that she was inclined to these thoughts? Was it because Lydia knew her history? Nothing sacred?
Why am I overthinking it? Shouldn’t I be happy that I feel this way?
Yet it was an unknown. Maxine hadn’t let herself be that comfortable around someone for so long. Because the last time she was? It had blown up most splendidly in her face. While on one hand she knew she couldn’t keep living like that, the other hand told her that she shouldn’t be making risky decisions like this, either.
“Yes,” Maxine said, unable to look away from that comforting countenance. “Stay here tonight.”
Lydia put her dress down. “You sure? I don’t want to intrude or push you too much.”
Why was Maxine on the verge of crying? Because Lydia said something as sweet as that?I’m not going to cry, sheesh.Having a woman in her bed for a whole night was good enough for a first step. No need to turn on the waterworks, too!
“You’re not intruding. It’s not a big deal, right? Unless you don’t want to sleep with me.”
