remaining barriers were a strapless bra and a pair of very sexy lace bikini underwear.
Kate returned to Jay’s mouth momentarily as she released the catches on the bra, freeing creamy white breasts and painfully erect nipples. She kissed and licked along the underside of first the left breast and then the right while sliding her hands up the inside of Jay’s thighs.
“Argh, love, please. I need you so much.” Jay tried to back up to the bed, but Kate held her fast.
“No, babe. I want you to stand.” This she said as she ran her tongue around the rim of one nipple.
“Sweetheart, I’ll fall over.”
“No, you won’t. I’ve got you. Just hang on to me.”
“Ah!”
Kate’s hand was following the outline of her lover’s panties as her other hand traced a line up Jay’s body from her abdomen to her breasts.
“God, love, I’m so wet for you. Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
Slowly removing Jay’s panties, Kate knelt, quickly swirling her tongue in the warm wetness that awaited her. She closed her eyes and Lynn Ames
savored the taste with the same sense of wonder she’d felt every time they’d been together this way. She wasn’t quite ready to linger there, though; there was so much more that she wanted to do. She continued on her journey, her mouth tracing her lover’s bikini line, stopping to nibble on the insides of thighs as her hands explored soft, but firm flesh in place after place. “You are so, so very beautiful, love.”
Jay was barely able to stay upright, her cries of urgency increasing with every stroke of her lover’s tongue. She clutched at Kate’s shoulders, trying to ground herself in the wake of unending sensation, able to articulate only a single word: “Please.”
Hearing the desperation in her cry, Kate relented, returning to her Jay’s center, gently stroking her first, exploring her folds, tasting her clitoris, slowly drawing the moisture from her, before increasing the pressure and driving Jay over the top.
Kate held on tight as Jay trembled, aftershocks rolling through her body like waves to the ocean’s shore. When they had passed, Kate guided Jay down onto the bed, removing her own clothes before joining her. She wrapped Jay in her arms and softly stroked her skin.
“My God, woman, I think you just tried to kill me!”
“Nah,” Kate smiled, “If I’d been trying, I’d have succeeded.”
“Hmm. I’m tough to kill, ya know.”
“Oh, yeah, I would suspect as mu—”
Kate’s words were cut off when Jay inserted a leg between her thighs, rolling her over and pinning her to the bed, brushing lips and fingers over ribs, then up her breastbone to her shoulders, and finally back down to aching breasts, all the while rocking against her wet center.
Kate arched up off the bed as Jay ran one hand down into her moist curls, entering her slowly while continuing to exert pressure with her thigh. When Jay bit down lightly on her nipple, Kate came with a sharp cry.
The two women spent long, languorous hours loving each other before pulling up the covers and falling into a blissful slumber.
The Cost of Commitment
CHAPTER TWO
ate’s peaceful sleep was shattered at exactly 2:14 a.m., Kaccording to the digital
clock on her night table, when the
somewhat muted but insistent ringing of her bedside business telephone combined with the vibration of her pager, which danced its way across the wooden surface and onto the floor.
“Kyle.” Her voice was rough with sleep, which made perfect sense considering she and Jay had finally drifted off only two hours earlier.
“Hello, Ms. Kyle, this is Danny Wenger from the Auburn Citizen . I’m sorry to wake you...” Kate thought he sounded about as convincing as a three-day-old dead toad, which is to say not very.
“Hang on, will you? I’ve got to change phones.” She put him on hold.
Next to her, Jay stirred briefly, mumbling in her sleep before settling back down. Kate regarded her lovingly; she looked so
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