Popcorn Love (37 page)

“Yes, love!” “The camera ADORES you!” “Give it to
me!” “Yeeees, yeeees, NO!”

Allison cracked up at her. She flexed her biceps,
posed ridiculously like a tiger, and reveled in the way Elena’s
voice croaked when she lifted the tank top and flexed her abs for
the camera.

“Now, imagine me naked.”

Allison’s brain completely short-circuited. Her mouth
went dry, her body quaked, and her flesh heated to an almost
unbearable degree. “What?”

Elena carefully set the camera down and began to
slowly make her way toward Allison. As she walked, she began to pop
open the buttons at the top of her gray silk blouse. Patches of
creamy flesh were revealed, and Allison’s body began to throb, a
flood of moisture pooling between her legs.

“Elena.” Her voice squeaked, her face flooded in
crimson. Elena gazed at her with dilated pupils, her lips slightly
parted. She reached Allison just as the final button slipped free
and opened to reveal a smooth expanse of flesh—a beautifully toned
stomach and full, round breasts cupped deliciously inside a
charcoal-colored lace bra. Allison’s head swam dizzily at the
sight, her senses overloaded.

“Allison,” Elena whispered in return, drawing so
close that Allison could feel the static on her skin.

Their eyes met for one gloriously charged moment
before they simultaneously dove into one another, lips smacking
together roughly. It was fast and hot and messy—teeth and tongues
and noses clashing as they tried desperately to get closer to one
another. Allison’s hands wasted no time in exploring the exposed
flesh of Elena’s stomach, her fingertips making patterns over
heated skin. They both moaned at the sensation and pressed harder
still.

Allison suddenly pulled back, just an inch, and
locked eyes with a very flushed Elena. “Elena, you sure? You sure
you don’t wanna wai—”

“No.” Elena dug her hands into Allison’s long golden
hair. Her lips were practically molten as she slid them up the
length of Allison’s slender neck and hovered over her ear. “No more
waiting.”

Those three little words burned in Allison’s cells
like the red tips of matchsticks held between Elena’s teeth and
stricken across the salt of Allison’s skin.

No more waiting.

The smell of the heat from the flames that burst
instantly between them burned in her body down to her bones.
Elena’s eyes seemed to grow wider and darker like beckoning tar
pits pulling her in and drowning her in the sweet stickiness of a
promise that throbbed beneath her ribs and between her legs.

No more waiting.

This was the moment, the culmination of heated gazes
and timid touches, of wet kisses and ghosting breath over lips and
lashes, of waiting and wanting, of distance and closeness and the
timid yet eager steps in between. This was the moment when the
rolling wave of desire that had been building between them finally
crested and crashed, melting down into fingertips that sought to
discover new worlds in trembling limbs and sighs.

Allison almost didn’t recognize her own voice as her
words came out in a strangled whisper, ragged and raw from Elena’s
intentions alone. “Yeah.” She breathed into Elena’s hair, the thick
silky strands slipping across her lips as Elena’s breath turned her
neck loose and fluid. Her head fell back at the press of Elena’s
scorching kisses. “Yeah,” she uttered breathlessly again as she
grabbed Elena’s shoulders and gently pushed.

When their eyes met, she whispered, “I think we’ve
waited long enough.”

She dove forward then, swallowing Elena’s expelled
sigh of relief and melding their lips together again in a wet press
that made them both only long for more. Allison’s itching fingers
dipped into Elena’s naked flesh, sinking into the quicksand draw of
her warmth and dimpling fissures along her exposure. Every press
evoked delicious whimpers that vibrated against Allison’s own
tongue and teeth as they kissed.

Allison followed the path from Elena’s hips to her
waist, up to the lace-clad swells of her exquisite breasts and felt
her gasp as it pulled the air from the depths of her own lungs. She
hovered there a moment, an ache building at the base of her spine
that was nearly unbearable as she splayed her fingers over the
rough pattern of the lace before letting her touch travel higher.
She traced over the goose-pimpled flesh adorning delicate
collarbones until her fingertips met the material of Elena’s open
blouse.

Her lips slipped from Elena’s, and Allison held the
other woman’s gaze as she caught onto the edges of the gray silk
and slowly slid the material down two slender arms. She held
Elena’s gaze a moment longer before letting it drop to take in the
sight below.

Allison’s eyes tracked over the entirety of Elena’s
torso and arms, seeking out every detail and absorbing each slowly.
She didn’t move to unclasp her bra and further expose her. Her
hands didn’t jump to grab at the full swells and hardening peaks
beneath the lace. Instead, she moved slowly, her fingertips
following the trail blazed by her burning gaze. She traced her
fingers down the length of Elena’s arms with feather-light whispers
of flesh on flesh and pressed gently into the pad of each of her
ten fingers before tickling across her palms and circling her
wrists.

“Elena, you are
so
…”

Their eyes met. She swallowed thickly as she tried to
put her thought to voice. When her lips parted again to finally
finish the sentence, all she could manage was a single word.
“
Everything
.”

Elena’s breath expelled in a rushing sigh that
quickly evolved into a guttural moan as she latched onto the front
of the black tank top and jerked Allison forward. They collided
roughly, melting into a heated kiss that was wet and hard and made
no further room for slow exploration.

Their arms became a tangled mess as they each
struggled to fulfill the same needy objective—the removal of all
barriers. Within seconds, they abandoned their separate tasks and
moved to work together, both pulling at the hem of Allison’s tank
top and damn near ripping it off of her as they yanked it over her
head to reveal the small designer bra Elena had pulled from the
studio closet. Elena’s fingers then found their way to the
waistband of Allison’s skinnies, and as soon as the soft pads
dipped below and out of sight, that trembling knot of tension at
the base of Allison’s spine exploded.

She moaned loudly as her back bowed forward, and the
raw, throaty chuckle that escaped the woman who was wrapped
partially around her was heated enough to evoke yet another. As
soon as the button popped open and Elena’s fingers pushed at a
zipper that easily gave, Allison was practically itching to get out
of her jeans. She pushed desperately at the tight material while
trying to keep her lips locked onto Elena’s, sucking at the woman’s
bottom lip like her life depended on it. When her jeans were at her
ankles, Allison managed to almost get one bare foot free. She
kicked the other frantically and, in her struggle, took one
miscalculated step backward and completely lost her balance.

Allison stumbled, her hands wrapping tightly around
Elena as she attempted to steady herself, to no avail, and down
they went, barreling to the floor in a jumble of jean-tied ankles
and nearly naked torsos. Allison’s back hit the sheet-covered floor
with a hard thud, the air expelling from her lungs in one loud rush
of breath, and Elena landed atop her with a raspy grunt.

Heat burned in Allison’s face the instant her breath
returned, and she closed her eyes against the mortification of the
moment. A second later, though, her heart burst beautifully with
the sound of Elena’s melodic laughter as it drifted up to her. She
opened her eyes to see the glint of mirth in Elena’s own as she let
out another loud, bubbling laugh and crawled up Allison’s body to
press kisses to her lips and eyes and chin.

Face still hot, Allison grinned as her hands found
their way once more to Elena’s sides. “Sorry,” she muttered,
rolling Elena onto her back. She hovered over her, a hand planted
on each side of Elena’s head. “Guess I got a little eager.”

Elena’s hands ran the length of her sides and spine,
and Allison thought she might simply melt when Elena reached up to
cup her cheek and whispered, “Don’t be sorry.” She lifted her head
to press her lips to Allison’s again. “The jeans were my idea after
all.”

“Good point. Still, I’m guessing that ending up in a
laughing fit on the floor probably wasn’t how you pictured our
first time going, right? Not exactly sexy.”

“Except that it
is
,” Elena told her, her voice
low and melodic. “It
is
sexy, Allison.” She took a deep
breath, holding Allison’s gaze, and whispered, “You make me feel so
alive.”

Allison smiled down at her, breathless and aching
from the confession. “This is crazy, right?” she murmured as she
held Elena’s sparkling gaze.

“What?” Elena asked. “Sex on the floor of the studio
in my work building, or our inability to remain upright?”

With a small laugh, Allison shook her head. “Falling
for each other this way,” she whispered, the words so quiet that
they were hardly more than breath that dusted gently over Elena’s
kiss-swollen lips. “So fast?”

Elena’s breath caught, and she swallowed heavily.

“So intensely?” Allison said. “I don’t think I’ve
ever felt like this before. I mean, it’s crazy, right?”

Letting out a shaky breath, Elena nodded. “Yes,” she
said. “It is absolutely crazy.” She hesitated only a moment before
adding, “And wonderful.”

Allison’s eyes stung at the sincerity in Elena’s soft
voice as she nodded in return. “Yeah, it really is.”

Threading her fingers through Allison’s cascading
hair, Elena pulled her closer. Allison’s body blanketed over
Elena’s, pressing in and fitting perfectly as they met in a kiss
much slower than before, so slow that it was nearly torture as they
explored one another’s mouths.

They ran their hands along the lengths of each
other’s sides, letting their fingertips become acquainted with
newly bared flesh. Elena’s back arched upward as Allison’s right
hand slid beneath her and, a moment later, the tension in Elena’s
bra released as Allison unfastened the clasp at the back. Allison
held her breath as she pulled the lacy material from Elena’s body
and let it fall to the floor beside them.

Allison swallowed thickly as she took in the sight of
Elena’s plump breasts. She leaned her weight on one elbow as she
brought up a hand to caress the soft mounds. Elena’s chest heaved,
her breathing becoming rapid as Allison’s fingertips tickled over
the pebbled peaks of hardened nipples, pinching slightly, before
Allison cupped each breast fully one by one. She kneaded the flesh
and watched as her touch caused Elena to tremble, her teeth digging
into her bottom lip as her dark eyes watched her every touch.

With Elena’s eyes on her, Allison dipped her head to
draw one tight nipple between her lips. As soon as the wet tip of
her tongue caressed the flesh, Elena’s back shot off the floor and
she let out a low moan that had Allison clenching her thighs. She
grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh, circling her tongue
slowly, before sucking in long, deep pulls. She then released her
hold and switched, paying some much-needed attention to the
neglected breast. Elena writhed beneath her, a hand cupping the
back of Allison’s head.

Allison was already addicted to Elena’s body, and she
hadn’t even seen all of it yet. The sheer softness of her skin was
enough to warrant addiction in Allison’s opinion. Whatever damned
moisturizer the woman was using had to be infused with pure magic.
She ran her hands along the quivering plane of Elena’s stomach
before releasing a now-reddened and wet nipple from between her
lips and sitting up. She smiled as Elena whimpered with the loss
but then gaped as Allison reached back and snapped open the clasp
of her own bra. The overwhelming desire to feel her flesh pressed
against Elena’s had simply become too much.

Elena’s hands were on her in an instant as Allison
dropped the bra away to reveal what lay beneath. Allison’s head
rolled back on her neck, her eyes closing as a soft moan escaped
her the moment Elena’s fingers pulled gently at her nipples and
cupped her small breasts. She followed eagerly when Elena urged her
back down, and when their chests pressed together, nipples grazing
and flesh dipping into flesh, both women trembled and let out
throaty moans that echoed around the studio.

“Fuck,” Allison whispered as she slipped along the
static of Elena’s skin, the ache between her legs growing with the
friction; and then Elena’s mouth was on her again. They kissed
roughly, messily, their breathing ragged against teasing tongues
and teeth digging into full lips. They nipped at one another as
they touched.

Elena’s thighs clenched tightly when Allison’s tongue
began a rhythmic dance at the roof of her mouth, slipping in and
out and stroking her in a way that was all too similar to another
action she could be performing with her tongue. She pinched
Allison’s side and muttered, “Tease.”

Allison laughed, her breath hot and wet as she
dropped to suck at Elena’s bottom lip again. “It wasn’t a tease,
babe. It was a promise.” She slid down from Elena’s mouth, her
tongue and teeth carving a scorching path down Elena’s throat and
over her collarbones. Just before Allison sucked one taut nipple
into her mouth, she added, “And I always keep my promises.”

“Oh God,” Elena moaned, back arching up and out. When
Allison’s fingertips pulled at her waistband a moment later, her
breathing grew shallow and she whimpered.

Allison toiled with the fastener of Elena’s black
pencil skirt, and Elena became visibly agitated in the wait. She
smacked Allison’s hands out of the way and made quick work of her
skirt, kicking it off over her heels and not even bothering to send
the shoes flying away with it. Allison certainly wasn’t
complaining. The sight of Elena laying naked beneath her but for
bright red pumps and gray lace panties nearly caused her brain to
explode inside her skull.