Thirteen Hours (30 page)

Dana groaned at the crude request. Pants pooled around one ankle, she planted her feet wide apart and bent low at the waist. Gripping the railing with her left hand, she only hesitated a moment before reaching between her thighs. “Like this?”

Laurel groaned and squeezed the fleshy globes of Dana’s bottom, pulling her open with both hands. She exposed glistening pink folds, the swollen, heavy inner lips open and inviting. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Dana’s hand worked between her legs, and Laurel watched fresh wetness seeping out of her opening. “Please, Laurel—”

Whimpering at the sight of her lover offering herself up, Laurel moved one hand down to grasp the base of the dildo she wore. She stood on her tiptoes and rubbed the head over Dana’s pussy, then lowered herself slightly, trying to find exactly the right angle for penetration.

Their positioning was a little awkward, but Laurel wouldn’t be dissuaded. This was a fantasy, damn it, and she was determined to make it work.

As if sensing what she needed, Dana set her feet farther apart and arched her back. The head of the dildo slipped down over her labia and pressed firmly against her entrance. Laurel grinned in triumph and moved her free hand up to give Dana’s shoulder a subtle squeeze.

“Are you ready, honey?”

Dana pushed back against her. “Stop teasing me.”

Laurel rubbed the dildo up and down the length of Dana’s aroused sex. “I’m not sure that you’re in a position to give orders right now, Ms. Watts.” She moved her hips forward and pushed just the head of the dildo into Dana’s body. “What do you think?”

Dana pushed back again, but Laurel moved with her, not allowing her to draw the dildo deeper inside. A moment of hesitation, then a frustrated sigh. “No,” Dana muttered.

“No, what?”

“No, I’m not in a position to give orders right now,” Dana mumbled.

Laurel silently cheered. To see her composed, confident lover—always so controlled, except in these rare moments with her—to see her so wanton and needy, so willing to surrender, was breathtaking. Sliding her hand from Dana’s shoulder to curl around the back of her neck, she whispered, “That doesn’t happen very often, does it?”

Dana shuddered. “No.”

“And you like it.” Laurel grasped the dildo in her fist and swirled it around, stretching Dana’s entrance in slow circles. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Dana hissed.

“Ask for it,” Laurel commanded, unable to resist the opportunity to indulge in another fantasy. The need to make Dana submit overpowered her. “And don’t come until I’m inside you.”

“Fuck me,” Dana said without hesitation. Her hand slowed, almost to a stop. “Please. Quick.” She laughed lightly, then added, “Before someone realizes the freight elevator is stopped.”

Laurel thrust her hips forward slowly, eyes fixed to the silicone shaft disappearing into Dana’s pussy. She listened to Dana exhale, watched her pale back arch further.

“You don’t want anyone to find us in here?” she asked. “You want me to fuck you fast so nobody will know how my professional woman likes to be bent over and taken?”

Dana released an explosive whimper. “Fuck, please, Laurel. I’m going to come soon.” Her hand was working fiercely. “I want to feel you moving inside me.”

“Say please again.”

“Please, Laurel. Please.”

Laurel’s hips took up a steady, driving rhythm. She moved both hands to Dana’s buttocks, holding her in place as she plundered her with the strap-on cock. Her eyes were pinned on the point of their joining, and her thighs shook, weak with desire.

“Are you going to come for me?” she gasped, pounding into Dana harder, aware of just how close her lover was to release. “Come for me, baby. Come on.”

With a keening sound, Dana tensed and fucked back against Laurel for a few hard strokes before she threw her head back and gasped in pleasure. Laurel watched Dana’s arm scissoring hard between her thighs as she used her hand to draw out her climax, mindless and primal, so fucking beautiful it made Laurel’s head spin.

“Stop,” Dana gasped after some time. Her damp hand flew back and gripped Laurel’s hip, squeezing hard. “Please, no more.”

Laurel came to a stop after a slow forward thrust, buried deep inside Dana. She held one soft buttock in each hand, keeping Dana still against her. Her breath escaped in tiny, sucking gasps.

“That was awesome,” Dana murmured after a moment of shared silence.

Laurel withdrew slowly, then helped Dana straighten at the waist.

Wrapping her arms around Dana’s middle, she reached up and cupped soft breasts in gentle hands. “Honey, you are so incredibly hot.”

Dana turned in her arms and gave her a crushing hug. “Thank you. I’m only hot with you.”

Laurel kissed her hard and deep. “Let’s go to the room for a few minutes before you have to get back.”

“Do you think we have time?” Dana glanced at her wristwatch.

“We can make time.” Laurel grinned.

They dressed in silence, and Laurel gave Dana the dildo to hide for the rest of their trip to the ninth-floor room. She wasn’t about to go strutting around the hotel with that thing poking out of her skirt. Dana had long sleeves on her jacket, and the left one worked quite well to conceal their toy. The harness stayed buckled around Laurel’s hips.

“That brought back some nice memories.” She gave Dana a sly glance as the elevator started moving. “What a nice way to end this fantasy thing.”

“Who says it has to end?” Dana curled her arm around Laurel’s waist and tugged her close. “I plan on satisfying your fantasies for a long time.”

Raising up on her toes, Laurel planted a loving kiss on Dana’s temple. “And you’re going to have to tell me some of yours, too.”

“Count on it.”

They found their room at the end of the hall and hurried inside.

Laurel shut the door behind them and slammed Dana up against it, then captured her mouth in a hard kiss.

She felt her skirt practically ripped from her body, the harness unbuckled by impatient hands, then dropped onto the floor. Dana grabbed the hem of Laurel’s shirt, tore it over her head, and threw it to the floor. An instant later her bra was unsnapped and pulled off.

Dana was still fully clothed. She kissed Laurel’s ear. “I’ve got to get back to the office soon,” she murmured. “But I want to eat you first, before I go. I want to be able to taste you on my lips while I’m finishing out the rest of the day.”

Laurel looped her arms around Dana’s neck. “Yes.”

In a move that thoroughly surprised her, Dana scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. After tossing Laurel onto the mattress, she got to her knees on the carpet.

“This is much more fun than that proposal I was working on.”

“You’ve come a long way, baby.”

“I’ve had great incentive.” Dana pressed her hands flat against Laurel’s inner thighs and pushed her legs apart. Reaching under Laurel’s bottom, she pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress. “You look delicious, baby. So wet, and you smell so good.”

Laurel’s stormy blue eyes sparkled. “It’s time to stop talking, darling, and use that mouth for something else.”

Dana pursed her lips and started to whistle a tuneless song.

“Smart-ass,” Laurel said, then took a handful of Dana’s hair, forcing her face between her thighs. “Licking, not whistling.”

Dana pushed into the crease between Laurel’s hip and thigh, dragging the flat of her tongue over her damp skin. She hummed, sending a pleasant vibration up into Laurel’s abdomen. “Your skin tastes so good,” she whispered.

Laurel slipped her fingers into her aroused pussy, mere inches from Dana’s mouth, and rubbed her labia gently. “I taste even better here,” she said.

Dana looked up. “Really.”

Nodding, Laurel swirled her fingers over her clit, teasing, then lifted her hand to her face. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. “Yeah, really.”

“I guess I’m going to have to try for myself,” Dana said. She used her fingers to open Laurel, then lowered her face to take a long swipe across slick, engorged flesh with the tip of her tongue. “You’re right,” she breathed. “Yummy.” Then she brought her mouth back to Laurel’s wetness, and didn’t pull away again.

Laurel closed her eyes and focused on the magic of Dana’s tongue on her pussy. She was being licked like there was all the time in the world for this, for her pleasure, and her muscles turned to jelly at the absolute decadence of the feeling. Dana’s hair was silky soft in Laurel’s fist, her face warm against her center.

She groaned and curled her toes, already close to orgasm after only a couple of precious minutes. “You’re too good at that.”

“Too good?” Dana lifted her head and gave a playful smile. “Is that possible?”

“It is when all I want to do is prolong this feeling, but you’re about to make me come again. Already.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Dana sat back on her ankles.

Laurel propped herself up on her elbows, shaking her head adamantly. She could feel cool air blowing over her exposed clit, and her pussy throbbed in the absence of Dana’s touch. “No. I was just…saying.”

“You want me to be less good?” Dana asked. She brought her lips back to Laurel’s sex, kissing her neatly trimmed mound, then slid her tongue down over her labia in a crazy, aimless pattern. “Like this?” Up and down, side to side, never staying in one spot long enough to induce orgasm, but exploring her thoroughly, every fold and crevice.

Laurel pumped her hips in a frantic effort to force Dana’s tongue to the places that felt best. She felt the sharp edge of her pleasure fading, becoming duller, while a burning fire rose low in her belly. This was doing nothing to dampen her arousal, and only drove her further from release.

“Wait,” Laurel gasped. “Please.”

“You want me to stop altogether?” Dana drew back as if to retreat.

“I’ll confess, I’m surprised. But if you don’t want—”

Laurel tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, dazed and vaguely frustrated. “No. No, don’t stop.”

“Then what do you want?” Dana’s voice was quiet, commanding.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Anything for you.”

Laurel struggled with a moment of indecision, with the conflicting desires to draw this out or to come hard, now, this instant. She was so wet, so swollen and heavy, and the faint traces of orgasm were already curling deep in her belly.
I could ask her to make me come now, then try and make it last when she gets back from work later.

Swallowing, she said, “Make me come. Now.”

With a nod, Dana pressed the palms of her hands against Laurel’s inner thighs, pinning her so she was spread wide. Her pussy shone with her juices, and as Dana watched, her opening contracted, as though anticipating the orgasm Dana would induce.

Laurel had to close her eyes, moved more than she could bear by the look of intense, soul-deep desire on Dana’s face before she lowered her face and began licking in earnest once more. When she came, it was with a mournful cry of pleasure. Her climax was bittersweet; intense, dizzying, but ultimately fleeting, and the moment the spasms began to subside, she wished she were poised on the brink again.

Dana moved up and took her mouth in a deep kiss, sharing Laurel’s musky-sweet taste on swollen lips. She pulled Laurel into a tender hug, cradling her naked flesh against her own fully dressed form.

“I hate to say it,” she whispered after Laurel’s breathing had slowed a little, “but I should get going. The sooner I do, the sooner I can leave and come back to you.”

Laurel managed a reluctant nod. “I know.” She encircled Dana’s shoulders with her arms, kissing her cheek. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” Dana murmured past the lump in her throat. She meant the words more than she could ever make Laurel understand.

Laurel felt a gentle hand move between her legs, fingertips sliding over her labia, swirling close to her entrance.

Dana brought her hand to her face, inhaling deeply. “But now I’ve got something to take with me.”

Laurel flushed at the erotic gesture. “Hurry back. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Dana left her with a last, soulful kiss and an adoring smile. “Always.”

T
WELVE
M
ONTHS
T
OGETHER

D
ana sat back on Laurel’s couch with a grin, watching as Isis came nose to nose with a black-and-white Great Dane puppy who was already five times her size. The puppy’s tail wagged frantically as he sniffed Isis, and he lowered his chest to the ground in a position Laurel said was called a “play bow.” Dana gazed over at Laurel, who watched the scene with a delighted expression.

“I didn’t realize when I hooked up with you that I was signing up for life at a doggy orphanage,” Dana said good-naturedly.

She chuckled as Isis swatted the puppy’s nose with her oversized paw, making him stumble backward before seeking refuge in Laurel’s lap. At fifty pounds, he was all baby, but far too large to be cowering on top of Laurel like a scared little mouse.

“Not an orphanage.” Laurel laughed as the puppy showered her face with kisses. “Just a foster mom.”

Dana watched Laurel’s joy as she interacted with her beloved cat and the homeless puppy she had just diagnosed with elbow dysplasia.

A year ago, she would never have guessed that she could so quickly and easily fall in love, and with someone like Laurel. She had the biggest heart Dana had ever known, especially with animals. Dana had found herself becoming an animal lover, just because Laurel’s enthusiasm for them was so infectious.

Laurel liked kids, too. And though Dana had always felt intimidated by babies, more and more she found herself sneaking peeks at women holding the little squirming, bald creatures, wondering whether her future might hold even more surprises for her. She had to admit, when she thought about starting a family with Laurel, the idea held a lot of appeal. And her mother would be ecstatic.

“Well, you’re a wonderful foster mom,” Dana murmured. She met Laurel’s grin with a tender smile of her own. “Hamlet seems to think so, at least.”

“Isis isn’t so sure. She’s never thrilled about sharing me.”

Dana settled back against the couch cushions with a contented sigh. She was pretty sure this was the happiest moment of her life.