Thirteen Hours (26 page)

“I love a girl with initiative.”

Dana set a time record for rolling a condom onto a dildo and settling into position between Laurel’s thighs. The hard length of the toy pressed against Laurel’s labia, and she planted her feet and rubbed her pussy up and down over it. Knowing that the other end rested inside Dana’s body, that they would soon be joined so intimately, was making her so hot she could hardly stand it.

“Go inside me,” Laurel said. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Dana reached between their bodies and guided the head of the dildo to Laurel’s entrance. “You’re so sexy, baby. I want you so much.”

“Then take me,” Laurel said. She wrapped one leg around Dana’s hip and curled an arm across her shoulders. Pushing her hips up, she coaxed her lover inside. “Please.”

Silently, Dana entered her, then planted both hands on the pillow next to Laurel’s head. Her hips moved slow and steady, inch after inch sinking into her, the progress unhurried and torturous. Dana moved one hand to Laurel’s hip, pulling her tightly against her groin.

“Oh, I like this,” Dana breathed. She kissed Laurel’s neck, exhaling with a moan.

Laurel moved beneath Dana, hissing in pleasure at the way their breasts pressed together. Dana’s hips pressed against her slowly at first, then faster, harder, filling her with ardent strokes. Laurel wrapped her arms around Dana’s shoulders, holding her tight. She met the thrusts with enthusiasm, her sweat-slicked skin sliding against Dana’s as they moved in desperate rhythm.

“I love fucking you like this,” Dana murmured into her ear. She ground her pelvis into Laurel, buried to the hilt. “I love
feeling
it when I fuck you. Feeling it deep inside me—” She stopped talking, groaned, shuddered in pleasure.

Laurel held Dana tight, running her hands down her back until she could grip her ass, which clenched and relaxed as she pumped into Laurel’s body. “Do you think you can come again?”

“Yes,” Dana said, teeth gritted.

Laurel was sure she could also come again, but she wanted to hold out and let Dana penetrate her anally while she was as excited as possible. Still, she wanted to feel Dana come inside her. She tightened her legs around Dana’s hips and scratched her fingernails up over the small of her back.

“Do it, honey,” Laurel whispered. She latched onto Dana’s neck with her mouth, sucking hard, teeth scraping over porcelain skin. “I want to feel you come.”

Propping herself up on her hands, Dana jerked her hips more rapidly, fucking both of them and grinding wantonly against the juncture of their toy. Laurel closed her eyes as the pleasure rose in her abdomen and between her legs, trying not to give in to the climax that lurked just beyond her reach. She moaned and grunted and gasped along with Dana, letting her hear how good this felt, but she kept a tight lid on her control. She wasn’t ready to let go.

Her control was nearly shattered when Dana stiffened, lifted her head, and trembled as she came with a burst of sound. Sweat dripped from Dana’s face onto Laurel’s neck, snaking lazy trails across her skin. Her face was contorted with ecstatic release. After a moment she relaxed and rested on Laurel’s body, heavy and sated, covering her upper chest with passionate kisses.

“Oh, Laurel. God, Laurel—”

Laurel was almost beside herself with wanting. “I want to try it now, honey. In my ass—”

Dana nodded and pulled out, panting for air. “I know.”

“You’ve got me so turned on I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Rather than offer suggestions, Dana merely kissed her way down Laurel’s body until her mouth covered her hot pussy once again. Laurel groaned in appreciation and spread her legs wide, feeling ready for just about anything Dana could give. She went wild when Dana’s tongue began lapping at her anus again.

“Oh, fuck, Dana.” Laurel squirmed on her tongue, keening in pleasure. “Oh, please. Please, please, please.”

Dana drew back and sank a heavily lubricated finger into her ass.

Laurel blinked in surprise; she hadn’t even seen her go for the bottle of lube. She took the single finger easily, and the tender penetration felt absolutely delicious.

“Yes,” Laurel hissed. She gritted her teeth and writhed around on Dana’s hand, face twisted in pleasure. “Yes. Yes.”

“Feels good,” Dana said, not so much a question as a statement of fact. She twisted her finger, thrusting in and out of the tight opening.

Laurel nodded in agreement. “Try another one,” she gasped.

She expected it to be harder to take two of Dana’s fingers, but they slipped right in and pressed deep inside her ass with no resistance.

Grunting in pleasure at the sensation, Laurel willed herself to relax so she could experience the incredible satisfaction of being filled so thoroughly. It was the first time she’d taken more than a single finger there. She looked into Dana’s loving green eyes and shared an excited smile at their accomplishment.

“You still feel good?” Dana asked, wearing a goofy grin.

“Excellent,” Laurel said. “Like I can take more.”

Dana pushed and pulled her fingers in gentle, driving rhythm.

Laurel could feel her twirling and rubbing, spreading them slightly apart, in an effort to open her up for the dildo. She closed her eyes and smiled in contentment.

“Oh, God, Dana,” Laurel whispered.

“We’re going to do this with you on your back,” Dana said. She continued to fuck her using her fingers, slow thrusts, and deep. “That Web site said that it’s the most comfortable position.”

Laurel gazed up at Dana with a grateful moan. “Perfect. I want to look at your eyes.”

Dana withdrew her fingers and placed the head of the silicone shaft against Laurel’s relaxed anus. She could feel Dana pour more lube onto the dildo, and it dribbled down her buttocks as Dana’s hand worked it up and down the length of the toy. “We go at your speed, okay? I’m going to provide pressure, but I want you to guide me.”

Laurel bit her lip and nodded, trying desperately not to tense up now that the moment was here. “I’m ready.”

Dana pressed forward slightly, pushing against her anus with the tip of the dildo. “Rub your clit, honey, and push against me when you try to take me in.”

“Push against you?” Laurel repeated.

“As if you’re trying to…expel,” Dana explained. “I, uh, read it.”

“Well, if you read it online, it must be true.” Laurel reached down and started rubbing circles over her engorged clit. Groaning, she tacked on an affectionate, “Geek.”

Dana held the base of the toy with one hand and used the other to pinch Laurel’s left nipple, then the right. “You love this geek.”

“Yes, I do,” Laurel said. She took a deep breath, relaxed, then bore down on the dildo while pushing her muscles against the pressure. She sucked in a shocked breath when she opened up and accepted the first half inch inside with a slight, burning sting. “Oh.”

Dana continued to pinch and twist at her nipples. “Keep rubbing your clit, honey. Relax and open up to me.”

Laurel gave her a determined nod. “Go inside me a little more.”

Using her hand to steady her, Dana pressed deeper. Laurel felt her anus relax and accept the whole head of the dildo. Her muscle tightened down around the slimmer shaft, and Laurel held up a shaky hand to stop Dana’s advance.

“No more?” Dana asked. Her thighs were tensed and she looked ready to retreat.

“Just…let me get used to it for a minute.”

Dana nodded and stayed still as Laurel rubbed her clit. She teased dusky pink nipples for a while, then traced her finger down the arm that worked between Laurel’s thighs. She pressed a single digit inside Laurel’s pussy with a low groan.

Laurel opened her mouth in a soundless cry. She felt so full, so possessed, and she found herself craving more. She brought her knees up, planted her feet on the bed, and moved farther onto Dana’s dildo.

Another inch, two more, and she stopped them again.

Dana kept up a steady, driving rhythm with her finger. “How does it feel, honey? Do you like it?”

Gritting her teeth, Laurel rubbed frantic circles around her clit. Now that the initial discomfort had subsided, she was feeling unbelievable things from the dildo inside in her ass. She wanted to take the rest, and then she wanted Dana to take her. “It’s good. Just give me a minute—”

“Take all the time you need,” Dana said. She fingered Laurel firmly, now pressing up against her g-spot. “This is all about you, baby, and making you feel good.”

Laurel closed her eyes and flared her nostrils when a sudden surge of pleasure hit her low in the belly. Her thighs trembled as she tried to hold back the inevitable. She was going to come if she wasn’t careful.

And she didn’t want to come until Dana was buried in her ass.

“More,” she whispered, and opened her eyes to look into Dana’s face. “Give me the rest, Dana.”

So she did. Slowly, carefully, sliding in smooth and deep, in one steady motion that left Laurel gasping in pleasure. When Dana was completely inside, she stopped her hips and held still.

“Tell me when I can move,” Dana murmured. Her eyes flashed with need. “And don’t stop rubbing your clit.”

Laurel’s hand, which she’d stilled in an effort to draw out her climax, started working hard again at Dana’s command. Then Dana’s finger started thrusting into her pussy once more, and Laurel couldn’t stand to wait any longer.

“Move,” she whimpered to Dana. “Fuck me, slow at first.”

Dana made careful, precise movements, easing the dildo in and out of her anus with cautious thrusts. She was slow, gentle, and her eyes never left Laurel’s, ostensibly seeking out any sign of displeasure on her face.

Not that she would find anything.

Laurel’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head. Every part of her felt like it was on fire. Her clit throbbed and swelled beneath her fingers, so hypersensitive that she could barely touch it without crying out. Dana’s finger blazed a slick, hot path deep inside her pussy, searching out and rubbing at all her sensitive spots. And her ass was so full, contracting with burning pleasure around the dildo that thrust inside her body.

Faster now, and so deep. She could feel Dana’s finger stroking the thin wall that separated her from the toy, and a thrill skittered down her spine.

She tried to warn Dana. “I’m going to—”

But it was too late.

The orgasm ripped through Laurel’s body, stealing her words from her throat. She let out a loud cry, voice cracking, head thrown back. Her fingers made jerky, spastic movements on her clit, drawing every last bit of pleasure from herself even as she lost control entirely.

Dana stayed with her, slowing the motion of her hips but continuing to thrust with her hand. “That’s it, honey. That’s it. Give it to me.”

Laurel’s voice went hoarse as she moaned and laughed and shook and shuddered, aftershocks rumbling through her body for some time after she peaked. For a brief, dizzying moment, she almost thought she would never feel normal again. Then her body weakened and she collapsed onto the bed, nothing left to give.

“Wow,” Laurel whispered. It wasn’t nearly the right thing to say, but her vocabulary was severely limited at that moment. “Just wow.”

“Wow,” Dana echoed. She wore a look of awe, and just a little caution. “It felt like you came really hard.”

Laurel shivered, contracting around Dana’s finger, around the dildo. “Oh, yeah.” She caressed the side of Dana’s face. “You were amazing.”

“You were,” Dana said. “You are.”

“I love you.” Laurel blinked, feeling her eyes well with tears. The words weren’t enough; nothing she could say would ever come close to being enough to make Dana understand. “I—”

Dana leaned down carefully, capturing Laurel’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I know, baby. I love you, so much.” She drew back, then reached between their bodies. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

“Okay,” Laurel said. She closed her eyes and helped Dana expel the dildo, groaning as she felt every inch withdrawn. Then Dana’s finger left, and she was empty. She grabbed at Dana’s thigh as her lover pulled the bulbous end of the toy out of her with a soft groan. “I want you.”

“You had me,” Dana reminded with a playful smirk.

“I want you on top of me,” Laurel said. “I want you to hold me.”

Dana dropped the dildo off the side of the bed. “Consider it done,” she said, and gathered Laurel into a strong hug. She held her and rocked her gently, murmuring nonsense words.

And Laurel fell even deeper in love.

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aurel was sitting on the couch when Dana got home from work, clutching Isis in her arms and rocking her back and forth. Her eyes were sore from the tears she hadn’t been able to hold back, and she felt a wave of relief when she heard Dana unlock the door with her spare key. Looking at the clock, Laurel was surprised that it was already six in the evening. That meant she’d been crying for nearly half an hour now.

Dana’s sunny smile faded as she walked into the apartment and met Laurel’s eyes. “Laurel?” She walked over to the couch, clearly concerned. “Honey?”

Almost against her will, Laurel felt her lower lip poke out and fresh tears gather in her stinging eyes. “I had a bad day,” she whispered.

Immediately Dana dropped her briefcase and sat down on the couch close to Laurel. “What happened, honey?” She drew her eyebrows together, studying Laurel’s face. “And why didn’t you call me?”

“I…lost my first patient today,” Laurel whispered. Her face screwed up in pain at the memory, and she looked away from her lover’s stare. “I didn’t call you because you were working. I knew you were coming over tonight, so—”

“Oh, no,” Dana said. She wore her sympathy plainly, and Laurel felt a slight easing of her grief at the sight. Wrapping her arm around Laurel’s shoulder, Dana tugged her closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Laurel shook her head, but started talking anyway. “I can deal with euthanizing an animal, you know? When an animal is old or diseased, and it’s suffering, there’s a reason for it, and I can deal with it. But today—” She pulled Isis closer, burying her face in her silky fur. “They brought in this all-black cat. Three years old.”