Page 39 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
Just dove in, so to speak, although the reality was that she moved her head with caution. An emotional dive with a physical slowness. Her lips caressed Anvita’s cheek, warm soft moisturised skin with a tang of bug spray to remind her of their outdoor location. Anvita shifted beside her and lifted her hand to meet her shoulder. Slowly they lay down, lips touching each other’s in the beginnings of a kiss.
“Shazza.” Anvita whispered against her lips, then deepened the kiss. It was a homecoming, an arrival, with all the thrill of seeing someone you hadn’t seen in forever, and the joy of being safely home. Shazza stared into Anvita’s brown eyes, as the light around them faded and sensation took over.
Every minute movement of lip against lip added heat to Shazza’s skin, and she shifted so she could hold Anvita’s face with one hand. This was the kiss she’d been needing, been waiting for, ever since she’d first seen Anvita at the interview for Uplift. She traced her finger around the other woman’s ear and drank in her moan. Anvita pushed gently on her shoulder, and together they rolled so Anvita lay over her, mouths still joined. Shazza opened her mouth, welcoming Anvita in, and the slash of her tongue across her own jolted like a spark down into her chest.
Fuck yeah.
She slid both hands into Anvita’s thick hair, the long strands brushing over her hands.
“Hold on.”
“Like this?” Shazza dug her fingertips against Anvita’s scalp.
“Yes. Please.” Anvita sucked on Shazza’s tongue, then with a hard kiss against her gasp, she moved down, trailing kisses down Shazza’s throat. She let her head rest back against the yoga mat on the deck of her ute, glad she had something between her head and the hard, metal, grubby surface. With every kiss from Anvita, her fingers softened in Anvita’s hair, until they slid down to hold her shoulders.
Anvita glanced up. “Still good?”
“Excellent.” Shazza hadn’t had sex since Shane died. She’d been too busy with work and the kids and holding everything together, and whenever she had a spare moment, grief stopped her from more than using her own hands. “I’m clean, by the way, I had all the tests done after Shane’s death.”
Oddly enough, none of that mattered right now. Her earlier nerves that had led to her buying too much food disappeared. She wanted this, wanted to kiss Anvita.
“I understand.” Anvita lifted her head, and Shazza missed the sensation of Anvita’s mouth on her throat. “I didn’t trust Brian and had myself tested after the divorce. Thankfully, I was clean then, and I haven’t had time for a hook up since.”
It wasn’t about trust for her and Shane, she just needed to have some other tests done and the doctor had recommended getting the full range of STI ones at the same time. So, she only nodded, not wanting to compare Shane with Brian, simply because it wasn’t fair to remind Anvita of her own healthy relationship, cut short by death, against Anvita’s obviously hurtful divorce.
“I think we have time now.” Shazza wanted this kiss, this whole evening, to be more than a hook up, but she’d take what she could.
“Yes. We do.” Anvita unbuttoned Shazza’s work shirt and pulled the two halves wide open. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”
“Really?” People stared at her big tits all the time, so that didn’t surprise her, but when Anvita nestled her face between them and licked, Shazza squealed. If That’s what Anvita meant, then Shazza could get on board with that idea.
“Yes, really.” Anvita held Shazza’s tits in her hands with a reverence that amazed her.
“I’m sorry my bra isn’t prettier. Getting something supportive for this size doesn’t equate to sexy stuff.” Not without a ridiculous price tag, anyway. Lacy and supportive bras were way outside Shazza’s pay grade. She’d rather be…
“It’s practical. Just like you. And delightfully perfect.” Anvita eased all her concerns. It certainly helped that she was holding Shazza’s big tits with her hands, and gently stroking them. Anvita’s thumbs slid over her taut nipples, and Shazza had to bite her bottom lip to prevent another squeal of delight. The best part was that Anvita took her time, slowly worshipping her tits with her exploring hands. Shazza squeezed her thighs together, wet and ready for more. Anvita stroked and caressed, and toyed with her until she panted. And when Anvita sucked on one nipple—even through the fabric of her practical bra—she moaned loud enough to silence the chatter of the birds in the trees behind the ute.
“More, please.”
Anvita’s mouth shifted, like she’d smiled, and she sucked again. Shazza’s hips bucked up against Anvita’s leg, and she needed to hold on. She wrapped her arms around Anvita, her fingers digging into the back of Anvita’s neck, and Shazza lifted her head to kiss the top of Anvita’s scalp. One more strong suck from Anvita caused her head to drop back, and her eyes almost rolled in their sockets as pleasure rocketed through her body.
“Oh my God, you are good at this.”
“Thank you.” Anvita slid one hand down between them, trailing along the skin of Shazza’s plump stomach. She held her breath. When people said they loved curves, they meant tits and butts, and they pretended the curves didn’t go everywhere. Shazza struggled to like the way her stomach hung over the waistband of her jeans, and since having kids, it was covered in stretch marks too. At least it was dark enough now with the sun almost set so Anvita couldn’t see them. “I love your body. It’s so full and round and soft. Everything that is beautiful in a woman.”
“Truly?” Shazza wasn’t so sure.
“Really. I’ve always had a thing for full figured women. Thick thighs, big tits, a full round stomach and hips. The best.”
Shazza tried to push away that awful doubt. It had been around her whole life, one compliment from an elegant person wasn’t going to get rid of it completely, but it sure helped when Anvita obviously worshipped her skin with her hands and mouth. “Thank you.”
Anvita laughed, and her lips vibrated against Shazza’s skin, sending sparkles of passion scattering all over her body. “See. I told you you’d learn how to take a compliment.”
“That’s me. Learning every fucking day.” Shazza wanted to squirm against the uncomfortableness of this discussion, but the little circles Anvita drew on her stomach made it impossible to feel anything but brilliant awareness.
“Hey, stop underestimating yourself. I’d be sleeping on a couch with my crew if you hadn’t organised tonight.”
Shazza had to stop herself from dismissing her efforts. “There’d be no bugs there.”
