Page 99 of Falling for My Bully: A Lesbian Romance
“I can’t remember if you said so.” June walked across the room and
clutched Arabella’s hands again. “I think it’s all very nice. And you don’t
have to explain it to me. I’m sure it sucks talking about it.”
“It does.” Arabella pointed out a plant on the nightstand, three on the
dresser in colorful pots, and a few hanging in things on the wall. “Air
plants,” she explained. “They don’t need to be in a pot. I also kept all of the
ones that were mine. I guess I’m kind of a crazy plant lady.”
“That’s cool. I don’t have any plants.”
“No plants?” Arabella gasped, pretending to be shocked.
“Are you shocked that I have no plants when I’m standing in front of you
wearing absolutely nothing? Are you sure that’s what you want to talk
about?”
Arabella giggled. “You’re right, I don’t want to talk about anything. You
could just help me take my clothes off. I feel very overdressed.”
June’s heart thrummed hard, and she vibrated with excitement. She was
definitely into that. There was no denying how crazy aroused she was. She
might have just had a seriously mind-blowing orgasm, but even thinking
about stripping Arabella’s clothes off and getting to touch her, to bring her
pleasure, made her nipples pebble and heat blossom between her legs.
She raked her hands through Arabella’s hair, tugging her close so that she
could kiss her. She claimed her mouth, savoring her sweet lips, thrusting her
tongue into her mouth while their hands worked together, undoing buttons,
wrenching clothing apart, tugging at zippers. June felt desperate, which
wasn’t a sensation she was used to. She was always sort of in control. She’d
never had that experience where she lost herself completely, that moment of
abandon.
As she pulled away so Arabella could strip off her pants and rip her
camisole over her head, June thought she might be getting close, hovering
around the borders of it. Of abandon. Of letting control slip. Of something
new and undiscovered. She shivered and let the rawness of her need flow
