Close Enough (High Rise Novella Four) (7 page)

“Fuck me,” Nat growled. She didn’t just say it. Her voice was drenched in despair and she dug her heels into Isabella’s thighs.
 

Isabella narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. She’d fuck her all right.

Nat’s pussy glistened with desire and Isabella salivated at the thought of plunging her huge toy between those pink, puffy lips. She ran a fingertip over Nat’s slit, moisture sucking it in. She made a little detour circling a nail around Nat’s clit, but soon two of her fingers were buried deep inside of Nat. Isabella could never get enough of the sight of her fingers parting Nat, of Nat’s pussy opening up for her, of Nat’s pelvis bucking up, asking for more.
 

Isabella withdrew after a few strokes. Tonight was about so much more than fingers. She spread Nat’s wetness on the dildo until it glistened. No need for extra lube. Leading with her knees, she shuffled forward until the tip of the toy grazed Nat’s entrance. Instantly, Nat slid closer. Her self-proclaimed top persona always crumbled at this stage.

As divine as it felt to watch her own fingers disappear inside of Nat, there was nothing like slipping the big, silicone cock into her for that first thrust. It inspired a sense of power and responsibility inside of Isabella. It transformed her into someone with only one goal in that moment—to make Nat scream with pleasure.

Nat’s eyes widened a little as Isabella inched deeper. A blush crept up her cheeks and Nat dug her nails into Isabella’s triceps.
 

Isabella bucked her hips and started fucking Nat in a slow, controlled manner. There was no longer anything controlled about Nat. Her mouth drooped open and her breath came out ragged. Ecstasy glinted in her eyes. The sort of abandon you can’t just display in front of anyone. Picking up the pace, her hands resting next to Nat’s ears, her mouth hovering over Nat’s lips, Isabella pushed in deeper. Long, burrowing strokes starting from her core, connecting her with Nat.

“Jesus,” Nat moaned. She threw her arms back over her head, her fists burying themselves in the pillows.

Isabella bent her elbows so her breasts slapped against Nat’s with every thrust, her nipples growing harder until they became stiff peaks denting Nat’s flesh. A sensation of pure bliss danced through Isabella’s bones. Despite her fifteen-year-long marriage to Graham, she’d shared intimate moments with quite a few women during the first fifty years of her life, but it was never as all-consuming as this. She couldn’t explain nor rationalise how she felt about Nat and that’s how she knew it was the real deal. That’s how she knew Nathalie Orange was worth fighting for.

Isabella delivered a few more deep strokes before slowly retreating. “Turn around,” she said to Nat’s bewildered face.

Nat raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.
 

“Come on.” Isabella patted her on the side of the butt. “On all fours.”

Nat hitched her legs up and spun around. She presented her backside to Isabella and jolts of lust thundered up Isabella’s pussy. Before taking position with the dildo, Isabella let a finger wander over Nat’s swollen pussy lips. Wetness trickled down her legs and her body shuddered with the need to be satisfied again. Isabella gripped Nat’s thighs and with one movement, plunged back into Nat. The angle seemed to please her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned and crashed through her elbows, her shoulders meeting the pillow. “Oh god.”

Isabella found her rhythm and pounded into Nat from behind. Nat took the whole length of the toy. It slammed into her deeper with every thrust until Isabella felt her pelvis make contact with the skin of Nat’s sweaty behind.

Isabella folded her body over Nat’s back and curled one arm around her waist. Her rock hard nipples pushed into Nat’s back as her finger found Nat’s soaking wet clit. She rocked her hips back and forth in small but deep motions. Her finger flicked over Nat’s clit, barely grazing it, but enough to coax louder moans out of Nat with every touch.

“Oh yes, yes.” The ecstatic cry came from the pillow in which Nat’s face was buried. “Yes.” The last one was the scream Isabella had been waiting for. It filled the room and Isabella’s heart burst with joy.
 

She slipped out of Nat, who let herself collapse onto the bed, and quickly undid the straps of the harness, discarding the toy as if it hadn’t just given them this pleasure. Isabella poured her limbs over Nat’s back and buried her nose in Nat’s damp hair.

“You scream so good, baby.” She scratched her fingernails over Nat’s outstretched arms. “I’m so hot for you right now.”

She felt Nat’s body convulse with giggles beneath her.

NAT

Nat knew she’d have to give up the act soon. With Isabella, she was as much a dildo-wielding top as she was a well-behaved girlfriend to be relied upon at all times. She could work on the latter though. Isabella slid off her and pressed her hot skin against Nat’s side. Nat turned to face her.

“I don’t know what it is about you and that blue thing.” Nat pushed a strand of brown hair away from Isabella’s forehead. “Or when and how you learned to do that… but, Jesus Christ in heaven, you’re good at it.”

Isabella smiled and the curve of her lips ignited a fire deep inside of Nat. It was a smile tinted with deep satisfaction, spreading joy all over her face. “I bet you’d never have thought it would take a lady on the verge of midlife crisis to fuck you into submission.”

Nat chuckled and shook her head. She cupped the back of Isabella’s head in the palm of her hand and drew her near. “Thank you for your patience with me. Anyone younger would never have understood.”

Isabella’s lips brushed against hers, soft and loving. When they withdrew from the kiss, Nat studied the glimmer in Isabella’s hazel eyes and the gentle curve of her upper lip and she knew she could wake up to that face for a very long time to come.

“Don’t mention it,” Isabella shrugged. “I’m wise enough for the both of us.” The tiny crow’s feet bracketing her eyes crinkled upward as she laughed.

“Next week a reporter from the SCMP is doing a profile on me.” Nat tried to inch closer to Isabella but their bodies were already glued together. “I’d like you to be there for the interview.”

Isabella arched her thin eyebrows up. “And announce to the Hong Kong population you’re off the one-night-stand market?”
 

“Something like that.” Nat ran her fingers along Isabella’s back. “I’m sick and tired of running away from what I feel.”

“Well,” Isabella pecked Nat on the cheek, “that’s the closest I’ll ever come to letting someone ask for my hand in marriage ever again.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Isabella tilted her head back and stared into Nat’s eyes. “But what happened to one day at a time?”

“Try as I might.” Nat eased her body on top of Isabella’s. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I’ve heard that before. It concerned other types of behaviour, but still.” Isabella nodded her head in the direction of the discarded dildo and harness. A smug grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“What can I say?” Nat nuzzled her nose against Isabella’s neck and found her ear. “I love it when you fuck me.” She felt Isabella’s muscles tense underneath her. “And I’m not ashamed to say that, for you only, I’m a big fat bottom.”

“Well then,” Isabella pushed Nat up by her shoulders, “on your back you go.” She toppled Nat off of her and, before Nat had a chance to protest or say anything, she straddled her, her pussy inches away from Nat’s chin. “Time to use your tongue for other purposes than all this endless talk coming out of your mouth.” Isabella grinned down at her. She inched closer and let the palms of her hand fall against the wall for support.

Nat pressed her hands against Isabella’s butt cheeks and pulled her close. She smelled of silicone and orgasms and her scent transported Nat back to a few minutes ago, when she lay face down, her head buried into the pillows, while Isabella fucked her from behind.
 

She ran her tongue along the length of Isabella’s slit, tasting her musky wetness, while pressing her nose into the tiny curls above her clit. With her hands she parted Isabella’s cheeks and let her fingers dip down, delving deep into Isabella’s flesh. Looking up between the swell of Isabella’s breasts, she witnessed Isabella chewing her bottom lip while throwing her head back.

She dug her fingertips deeper into the skin of Isabella’s bottom while thrusting her tongue high up into Isabella’s pussy. Isabella arched her back in response, pushing her pelvis more into Nat’s face. Nat’s tongue probed inside of Isabella, lapping up her sweet juices and licking around the rim of her pussy. She avoided Isabella’s clit for now, wanting to drive her crazy a little bit longer first. She let the tip of her tongue slither between Isabella’s folds, while her fingers explored Isabella’s backside more. One finger inched closer to Isabella’s pussy lips, while the other more daring one circled the delicate rosebud between Isabella’s butt cheeks.

“More,” Isabella groaned.
 

“More of what,” Nat wanted to ask, but her mouth was full of Isabella and hardly free to form sentences. Nat sucked Isabella’s lips into her mouth and briefly let her tongue flick over her clit. It felt engorged against her.

“Yes,” Isabella cried out in response, but Nat held back. Instead of focusing on Isabella’s clit, she inserted the tip of her finger into her pussy while licking around it. Her other finger pressed against Isabella’s back entrance a little harder, not deep, barely slipping in, just enough to make its presence known and apply some delicious pressure.

Isabella’s knees started shaking underneath Nat’s arm pits. Nat trailed her tongue in a wide circle around Isabella’s clit, both fingers gently probing. It stood in stark contrast to the pounding Nat had received earlier, but then again, as Nat had come to realise, they were two vastly different people.

“Please.” Isabella’s voice was hoarse, a mere whimper splintering against the wall she used for support. “Oh god, please.”

Nat unleashed a frenzy of flicks on Isabella’s clit. Isabella bucked closer, shoving Nat’s head hard into the pillows. Nat stiffened her fingers and let them both delve a little bit deeper while her tongue twirled around Isabella’s clit.

Isabella’s entire body trembled as her orgasm convulsed through her. Her legs chained Nat’s head to the bed as a stream of juice leaked out of her pussy into Nat’s mouth. Nat withdrew her fingers and traced them up Isabella’s sides, waiting until Isabella was ready to release her from her leg grip.

“I could have died down there,” she said, when Isabella crashed on top her.

Isabella chuckled. “Can you think of a better way to go?”

ISABELLA

Isabella woke up in her guest room in an empty bed. Instantly, a cold fist clenched around her heart. Had Nat done a runner already? She listened for sounds in the apartment, but heard nothing but the incessant hum of traffic outside. She allowed her body to sink deeper into the mattress, her muscles sore and her skin sticky after a night of hardly any sleep and a lot of after dark activity.

Refusing to think the worst, she tried to remember if Nat had said anything about an early morning appointment, but all they had talked about, when their mouths were not busy tending to the needs of various body parts, was how to leave the ruins of their early relationship behind and move on.

Isabella had believed every word Nat had said. Not only because she desperately wanted to, but also, and even more so, because she knew that if they were to stand a chance, she had to trust her—no matter what. Is this how her trust had been repaid? By bolting out before the crack of dawn?
 

What time was it anyway? Isabella didn’t have a clock in her guest room, only a bed with a set of dirty sheets. She crawled out from under the duvet and tip-toed to the bathroom. From the hallway she noticed Nat’s bright yellow t-shirt in a puddle on the floor. If Nat wasn’t wearing her t-shirt and she wasn’t in the apartment, where was she?

The rasping of keys in the lock startled Isabella. She quickly wrapped a robe around her and hurried out of the bathroom. Nat walked in with a huge smile on her face. Isabella recognised one of her blouses hanging loosely from Nat’s frame. Nat carried in a shopping bag and deposited it on the table.

“Breakfast in ten.” Nat’s eyes shimmered with something unknown to Isabella, something she’d only briefly—fleetingly—seen a flicker of before.

Isabella glanced at the wall clock and was horrified to learn it was eleven a.m. She brought a hand to her mouth.

“I believe I missed my eleven o’clock appointment.” She looked around for her phone. Why hadn’t her assistant called her?

“Not to worry, Doc. I still had Charlotte’s number.” Nat winked. “And I rang her to ask if she could cancel your clients this morning. I told her it was a medical emergency.”
 

Isabella’s jaw sagged. Before she could say anything, Nat interjected, “You were out like a light. Seriously, I tried to wake you at nine, but I figured you needed the rest.” She smiled smugly while lifting a carton of eggs out of the shopping bag. “I made an executive decision. I hope you don’t mind.”

Isabella minded a little bit. Nat had no business giving instructions to her assistant, but she couldn’t be angry with the person standing in front of her when all she wanted to do was kiss her and repeat every single action that had made last night so exquisite. Truth be told, Isabella was secretly happy with the extra hours of sleep she’d gotten. And at least Nat was still there, looking the picture of domestic bliss while emptying the contents of the shopping bag into Isabella’s fridge.

“I’m famished.” Isabella headed into Nat’s direction. “Best get your eggs on, chef.”

“Let me take this off first.” Nat started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. “I’m a very messy cook.” She let the silk fabric slide off her and tossed it on the nearest chair. No sign of a bra.

“A naked private chef. At last, my prayers have been answered.” Isabella curled her arms around Nat’s waist and drew her close.

“Shower. Now,” Nat whispered in her ear.

Isabella slid her hands under the waistband of Nat’s jeans and learned she wasn’t wearing any panties either. She nipped at Nat’s neck with her lips, instant heat coursing through her body.