They stood there, each seeming to absorb the presence of theother, when Spencer’s expression changed. In an instant. It was like herresistance simply left her, and she gave in. Rebecca actually saw it happen,saw the moment it fell away. And then Spencer’s hands were reaching for her.
Rebecca locked her eyes to Spencer’s, searched them forpermission, found it. She moved in closer, returned her hand to where it hadbeen, kneaded Spencer’s breast through the bra, then dipped in and pulled itout, freed it for her eyes, her mouth to feast on.
Spencer’s hand in her hair tightened, clenching, guiding, smallwhispers of “my God” and “yes, please” reaching Rebecca’s ears as she ran hertongue over an erect nipple. She was lost in sensation, in the feel, thescents, the sounds of Spencer and her body, and she did her very best to ignorethe tiny voice in the back of her head that kept promising her this was aterrible idea, that it would end badly.
I don’tcare.
It was the truth. She couldn’t have stopped now if she wantedto…and she didn’t want to. Rebecca had never wanted anything, anyone, so muchin her life. And Spencer wanted it, too. That much was startlingly clear.Spencer’s hesitation had completely vanished. Her hands were everywhere,tugging at Rebecca’s clothes, as she kissed her with authority.
Withneed.
Wrenching their mouths apart, Rebecca said through heavingbreaths, “We’re not doing this here. Our first time isn’t going to be in my livingroom.” She grasped Spencer’s hand and led her to the bedroom, barely recallingthe trip, and they didn’t miss a beat once they were there. Standing next toRebecca’s bed, they undressed each other in record time, as if they couldn’twait. And they couldn’t. Rebecca looked into Spencer’s eyes and saw her ownwant reflected back at her. It spurred her on, made her fumbling fingers movefaster. Spencer was down to only her underwear—a simple white pair that matchedher bra—in a matter of seconds, and Rebecca wasn’t far behind. By unspokenagreement, they climbed onto the bed.
The eye contact was unexpected. Rebecca had to admit that. Whatthey were doing, it wasn’t a good thing. She had to concede that, but still.No, she didn’t care in the moment. All she wanted was to feel Spencerunderneath her, her warm skin, her wet heat. And if Spencer showed anyhesitation, any signs of second-guessing this, Rebecca vowed to back offimmediately. This bargaining had gone on in her head without her even realizingit, but when she met Spencer’s gaze, saw the certainty there, the unwaveringdesire, and when Spencer reached for her, Rebecca threw caution to the wind.She had no choice.
The bed she’d made barely an hour ago was suddenly unmade. Theyslid between the sheets, mouths fused together, legs entwined, bare skinsliding deliciously against bare skin. Rebecca wasted no time running her handsover every inch of Spencer she could reach. Her shoulders with the lightdusting of freckles, her arms that had become so much stronger, the stomach shewas so self-conscious about, down the curve of her hip to the new solidity ofmuscle in her thighs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Rebecca whispered as she pulled her mouthaway from Spencer’s. She saw the blush as it happened, starting at her throatand sliding its way up over her chin, her cheeks blooming splashes of pink.Rebecca ran her fingertips across Spencer’s swollen lips. “I mean it.”
“Thank you,” Spencer said, just as quietly. “I love that you thinkso.”
“Oh, I do.”
“I feel the same way about you. I have since the first day I laideyes on you.”
That was news to Rebecca. News that made her feel warm from theinside. Warm and a little mushy. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm. Even though you didn’t like me.”
It was Rebecca’s turn to blush. “I didn’t. You’re right. Whichwasn’t to say I didn’t find you hot. ’Cause I totally did.”
Spencer’s chuckle rumbled up from her abdomen. Rebecca could feelit where their stomachs touched. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Rebecca.“We’re going to revisit the fact that you hated me on sight.” Then those eyesdarkened, went all sultry, and her voice got low. “But later. After.”
Rebecca arched a brow playfully. “After what?”
“After I have my way with you.”
And just like that, Rebecca found herself on her back, staring ather own ceiling while a gorgeous blond woman used her mouth to do erotic thingsto her breasts. Rebecca’s breathing became ragged, her fingers closing andopening in Spencer’s hair, trailing down her bare back. Sounds came from herown throat that she didn’t recognize, as Spencer worked her way down, slidingRebecca’s underwear along her legs and off, baring her completely.
Never a fan of being exposed—to anybody—Rebecca was shocked by herown comfort. Spencer spread her legs wide, settled herself between them, andlooked up Rebecca’s naked body. Met her eyes. Held them. Rebecca had never feltsuch a connection. Ever in her life.
And then Spencer took her. Dove in with abandon. Lips, fingers,tongue. ShetookRebecca. Owned her. Owned her in a way Rebecca had never experienced, had neverknown she wanted to experience, and frankly, had no idea Spencer was capableof. She tried to keep track of what was where, when it was a hand or a tongueor a finger, when it was touching her thigh, her folds, sliding in, buteverything blended into one giant wave of sensation, until there was nothingbut joyous pleasure. Rebecca let her head fall back onto the pillow, the sheetgripped in her fingers, and gave up trying to concentrate, allowed herself tosimply feel.
And feel she did.
She didn’t register right away that the soft pleas, the whisperedexclamations of Spencer’s name, actually came from her own lips until herorgasm dropped on her out of nowhere, tightening every muscle and rippingSpencer’s name, loudly, from her throat. Her fingers clenched into fists—one inthe sheets, one in Spencer’s hair—and her hips lifted off the bed as thecontractions pulsed through her body.
Spencer held on, kept her mouth pressed tightly to Rebecca’scenter, gripped her hips with strong fingers, until Rebecca began to come down.Ever so slowly, her body settled back down to the mattress as her lungsstruggled for air and quiet “oh, my Gods” slipped from her mouth.
Rebecca felt rather than saw Spencer crawl up her body, kiss herforehead, settle next to her.
“Holy shit,” Rebecca finally muttered, still trying to catch herbreath.
“Yeah? I’ll take that.” Spencer’s head was on her shoulder, andwith her fingers, she drew lazy circles on Rebecca’s stomach, and again,Rebecca was surprised by the comfort she felt. By how…normal…it all seemed.Howgood. Shefelt her brain drifting, trying to drag her back to the reality of theirsituation, but she put the brakes on, envisioned herself digging in her heels.Turning her head, she cupped Spencer’s face and kissed her, and that was all ittook. She rolled them both until she was on top, until her knee was betweenSpencer’s. Until she groaned at the wetness that coated it. Until she pressedup and into Spencer’s center, pulling a sexy whimper from her.
Rebecca wanted to take her time. She really did. She wanted toexplore Spencer’s body, to look at it as well as feel it and taste it. But herwillpower had apparently been decimated by her orgasm, because she had none.The feel of Spencer’s mouth under hers, of Spencer’s hands on her back, ofSpencer’s hips pushing up and into her just a bit…all of it combined to sendRebecca into sensory overload, and she had no other option than to slide herhand down Spencer’s stomach and into the hot, wet folds nestled between herlegs. A sound escaped her the second her fingers reached their destination, asound of disbelief mingled with joy mingled with sensuality. She plunged in, nopreamble, no hesitation, and Spencer wrenched her mouth from Rebecca’s so hercry had someplace to go.
And then they were moving. In rhythm. As one. Eyes locked. Bodiestethered. And when Spencer came, she came hard. Fast. Loud. Her nails dug intoRebecca’s back and Rebecca basked in it, basked in the pain, basked in its source.
