Uncommon Romance (11 page)

“Touching myself.” Abby’s voice came to a stuttering stop between “touching” and “myself.” Two words and she could barely get them out. Thank God she was having just as hard a time focusing on the conversation as Simone was.

“More.” The lack of details wasn’t working for Simone. She wanted to know all the dirty, naughty thoughts in Abby’s head, and she wanted to hear Abby say them over the phone while touching herself. “Tell me how.”

“My…ugh…clit.” Abby gasped, and Simone pressed her fingers in tighter circles over her increasingly hard bundle of nerves.

“Go inside.” Simone dipped her fingers lower, teasing herself, remembering the feeling of her fingers sliding into Abby, hot and wet and so, so open. She pushed inside with two fingers. “God, you feel so good.”

“Yes.” It came out as a long, heavy groan. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to come?” Simone slowed, letting her fingers explore but not push. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Please, yes.” Abby’s voice was honey-heavy, dripping with desire. “I want you so bad.”

“Not yet.” Simone sat up in bed and wiped her fingers on the bedspread.

“Simone…” Abby whimpered. “Please, Simone, I need…”

“Here’s what I want you to do.” Simone leaned into the phone, her lips pressed close to the receiver. It was the only kiss she could get from Abby at the moment. “Either finish by yourself…”

“No,” Abby said, a bare, desperate whisper. “Simone.”

The way she said Simone’s name was hypnotic, a whisper through the trees in the summertime—lulling, beautiful, promising. As always, it left Simone wanting more.

“Or you can put your clothes back on and get your ass over here. Do that and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget everything but my name.” Simone finished in a whisper, her finger over the END button.

Simone disconnected the call and threw the phone onto the bed. She pushed her hands through her hair and blew out a frustrated sigh. Her thighs were sticky, her cunt needy, and her brain foggy. No part of her agreed with the words that had just come out of her mouth, and a full-scale riot was guaranteed if she didn’t get a little release. She pushed herself to her feet. First, she’d take a cold shower to cool off, not that she thought it would help, and then she’d wait.

Simone poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the sofa sipping it. Either Abby would show up and be impressed with the wine selection—it was a damn fine bottle—or Simone would move from sipping to gulping and finish off the damn fine wine by herself. Nothing pathetic about that. Not at all.

She’d debated waiting naked, but the possibility that Abby would be a no-show compelled her to dress. She’d rather have Abby take her clothes off than have to get dressed alone later when she was drunk on a bottle of wine she also drank alone. When she’d told Abby to get her ass to her place, Simone had felt brave. The sound of Abby on the verge of release, the heady power of knowing she’d caused the desperate way Abby gulped air, her breathing choppy and uneven, had made her overconfident. The longer she waited, the more foolish her demand seemed. An orgasm with the woman who twisted her insides, even via phone, was better than not having one at all. Wasn’t it?

She was on her second glass of wine when she heard a faint almost-not-there knock at the door. It was so soft she wondered if she’d imagined it out of desperation. A few seconds passed and she heard it again. Definitely not a hallucination.

Simone finished the glass of wine in a final gulp before opening the door. She needed the brief reprieve before she crossed the point of no return. When she opened the door, there’d be no turning back.

Abby looked as uncertain as Simone felt, like she wasn’t in complete control of the actions her body was taking, but she knew it probably wasn’t the smartest thing she could be doing at midnight on Thursday. Simone invited her in before either one of them could change her mind. Again.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Neither was I.” Abby clutched her long overcoat tight around her body. Her knuckles were turning white.

“You want me to hang that up?” Simone touched her fingers to the lapel of Abby’s coat, just let them rest there lightly for a moment. She’d demanded Abby’s presence so she could touch her with a lot more than just two fingers skimming along fabric, but the action still felt overly intimate to her.

Abby chewed her bottom lip. “Ummm…” She unknotted the belt slowly. “I think so.”

What the hell was the big deal? It was just a coat, for Christ’s sake. Abby’s hesitance confused and annoyed Simone. What did Abby think would happen when she took it off? She’d be trapped in Simone’s apartment forever?

Then Abby parted the front and let it slide off her shoulders and Simone was staring at breasts. And legs. Perfect breasts and legs that made her want to prostrate herself in worship.

Every thought in her head shuddered and ground to a halt. Abigail Nelson was standing naked in her foyer, and all Simone could do was gape, open-mouthed, and wait to wake up. No way was this real.

“Simone? I need you to say something or do something or…something.” Abby shifted her weight from foot to foot, her hands moving restlessly. “This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help but hope. I’m just going to get my coat and go.”

Simone didn’t register her words until she bent to collect her coat from the floor. Simone growled when she realized that Abby was gathering herself to leave. “No.” She took the coat with a little too much force and pulled Abby into her arms as well. She caught her easily, the coat between them. Abby here, in her home, was a
great
idea. She held Abby for several moments and stared into her eyes. She had so many questions, but there was no clear answer in sight. Every thought led her to the same conclusion. A relationship with Abby spelled disaster. The tenuous grip Simone had on her own emotions would slip and fall into the abyss with one wrong move.

“Let me take that.” She released Abby and moved back a careful half step. She wanted to stay and simply
look
at Abby. She was perfection, and any time spent with her was pure decadence. The smooth line running from the base of Abby’s neck to the top of her ass begged Simone to touch, to caress the flesh and run her tongue along the trail of her spine.

Simone snatched the coat from Abby’s hands and turned abruptly toward the coat closet. She needed to clear her head, to stop herself from thinking about this moment like a scene from a bad romantic comedy and figure out what to do next. Clarity would never happen while she was looking at Abby. All that skin was way too distracting. Who could be bothered with mundane things like thinking? Simone kept her movements metered and slow, taking her time to carefully hang the garment on a wooden hanger, then place it on the bar in the closet. Each movement gave her another moment to collect herself, or so she hoped.

When she turned back to Abby, whatever calm she’d managed to scrape together was lost. She swallowed once, but it did nothing to clear the desertscape in her mouth and throat. She needed a drink.

“Wine?”

Simone started pouring before Abby could answer, and the glass was half full before Abby spoke.

“I really didn’t come here for wine, Simone.” Abby took a slow, shaky step toward Simone, and then another, until the only thing between them was Simone’s half-full wineglass. Abby took it from Simone’s fingers and set it on the coffee table. “And that’s not why you invited me here, is it?”

“Definitely not.” Simone wanted to ask about Gavin, about Abby’s willingness to lie on his behalf, but if she did that, she’d be forced to think about reality. That wasn’t nearly as appealing as the very naked Abby. Instead of speaking, she closed the gap completely, moaning when her lips met Abby’s. This was such a bad idea. A perfect, disastrously bad idea, until the “disastrously bad” part fell away under an onslaught of kisses and all she was left with was “perfect.”

“God…” Simone moaned into Abby’s mouth, desperate to say more, share how she felt, how the sensation of Abby’s skin against her fingertips, her tongue sliding along Simone’s, how just the sight of her vulnerable and needy standing in Simone’s entry made Simone willing, how it made her want to take self-destructive chances with her career, with her life, with her heart.

“I can’t believe I’m here.” Abby fumbled with the fabric of Simone’s T-shirt, pushing it up but not all the way off. She stopped when her fingers skimmed over Simone’s nipples, making Simone groan, then gasp at the sharp pinch-twist. “I’ve always,
always
wanted you. Even in high school when you were sleeping with everyone else but wouldn’t give me a second glance.” Abby forced Simone’s T-shirt up and over Simone’s head. It fell to the floor and was soon joined by Simone’s shorts.

“You know why I wanted you to come here?” Simone remembered her goal, her ultimate reason for demanding Abby make the trip across town rather than finishing over the phone. “I wanted to be able to touch you. I wanted to be able to take my time and really make you feel it. And,” Simone took a deep, steadying breath, “I wanted to have as many options as possible while doing it.”

“Options?” The word shivered over Abby’s skin, and a trail of bumps followed in the wake.

The first time they’d fucked had been amazing, the fulfillment of a fantasy for Simone. It had been everything, yet it hadn’t been enough. Simone had cut the hell out of her knees on the gravel driveway and ended up with a dent in her trunk. To top it off, Abby had gotten off twice, but Simone hadn’t.

Even without orgasm, their frantic, desperate, borderline violent fucking in the crisp November air had left Simone dazed. If it was all Simone ever had of Abby, she would cherish the memory. It would carry her. But if they were going to do it again, and thank Jesus they were, Simone wanted this experience to be everything the first time wasn’t. She didn’t want a repeat of the desperate, clothes-still-on, one-sided finger fucking. She wanted to make sure Abby really knew what it meant to be fucked by—to make love to—a woman.

“Come with me.” Simone led Abby slowly down the hall to her room, each step steady and easy. Just because Abby showed up naked didn’t mean she couldn’t change her mind. Simone wanted her to have plenty of time to do that before they got to the bedroom, because once inside, Simone wasn’t letting her leave for days. The rest of her life could kiss her ass.

Abby didn’t hesitate. She matched Simone step for step, pausing before entering the room to give Simone a deep, lingering kiss that started gentle and sweet, until Simone couldn’t stand the tenderness any longer and she deepened it until it was a desperate, inelegant, and sloppy grinding of tongues and teeth.

Simone tugged Abby’s hand and led her impatiently to the bed. She invited her to sit, and when she looked comfortable, Simone opened the bedside drawer.

“Options,” she said as she laid out objects one by one. A leather harness. Several dildos in varying shape and size, including her favorite, which was bright purple, only eight inches long, and thinner than the others. It fit into places the larger ones wouldn’t go without a lot more coaxing. A box of condoms. Vibrating finger massagers. Flavored massage oil. A string of beads. Three different bottles of lube. A leather paddle that left the impression of the word SLUT when swung just right. A pair of nipple clamps.

Abby stopped her with a gentle hand covering hers when she began to pull more out of the drawer. “I’ve seen enough.”

“Yeah?” Simone had all sorts of delicious, wonderfully naughty ideas of what she wanted to do to Abby and in what order. In that moment, however, she was more interested in hearing about what Abby wanted. “Anything appeal to you?”

Abby started replacing items in the drawer. “Let’s just keep it simple.” Back went the nipple clamps and the paddle, followed by the flavored massage oil and the vibrating finger massagers. She stopped when all that was left was the harness, the bright purple dildo, and a bottle of lube. Her eyes were dark and wide. “This is what I want.”

Simone ran her finger along the stiff leather edge. She had other, softer harnesses—like the black nylon that felt like it was barely there when she wore it—but she liked the hard edges of the leather. She liked the feel of it digging into her skin. She liked that it was solid and heavy. She liked a little—and sometimes even a lot—of pain to go with her fucking. The imprint the leather left behind was a favored reminder of what she’d done. Simone wasn’t a nice girl when it came to sex, and her life became much simpler when she was finally able to admit that to herself.

“It’ll take me a second to get this on.” Simone undid the buckles.

“No.” Abby reached for the harness. “I want to wear it.”

Simone released the harness to Abby’s hands. Her mouth went instantly dry with Abby’s comment, and she realized that, while Abby had technically been in her apartment and naked for at least fifteen minutes, Simone was still partially clothed. She swallowed and removed her bra and panties. “Okay.” The word came out scratchy and barely there. She swallowed again and said, “Do you know how to put it on?”

Abby didn’t answer. She stared at Simone’s breasts, a bit of drool forming in the corner of her mouth.

Simone smiled and pointed to Abby’s lip. “You have a little something right,” she brushed against the corner of her mouth with her thumb, “there.”

“Right.” Abby surged forward and captured Simone’s lips in a fierce kiss.

Seriously, Simone could stay just like that all night long, just getting lost in Abby’s kiss, the taste of her lips, her hot breath mixing with Simone’s, the demand of her tongue as it pushed deeper into her mouth. It was intoxicating. The hot pressure low in her belly begged for more. She wrenched her mouth away. “Do you know how to…” She gestured at the harness and made a series of one-handed pointing/buckling motions.

Abby looked dazed, her pupils blown wide and her eyes half closed. “Ummm…I’ve never…not any of this…”

Simone gently removed the harness from Abby’s grasp and knelt at her feet. She was uncertain about how she felt about Abby wearing the cock instead of her. It was definitely a departure from what she expected and what she usually did, but that didn’t make it a bad thing. She was nervous, apprehensive, and turned on as all fuck. The thought of Abby above her, pushing into her…it wasn’t a bad thought at all.

“Let me.” Simone released the buckle she’d already loosened, then held the harness low in front of Abby. “Just step in.”

“Okay.” Abby’s voice was shaky, but she stepped into the harness without hesitation. She placed her hand lightly on Simone’s head, presumably for balance. Her fingers were long and smooth, and Simone couldn’t wait to do something to make those fingers dig in and grip hard.

Simone guided the leather into place, sliding her hands along the smooth skin of Abby’s legs and thighs. When she reached the top, she caressed Abby’s ass, then kneaded the firm muscles. Abby moaned, and the pressure on Simone’s head increased slightly so she did it again, more firmly the second time. Abby had a perfect ass—tight, round, and well muscled. Simone couldn’t wait to get behind it and make Abby beg. “Perfect,” she whispered.

Before she let herself get further distracted—she was on eye level with Abby’s cunt, for God’s sake—Simone tightened the straps and buckled them in place. The desire to stay there on her knees just feeling Abby’s skin, breathing in her essence, was overwhelming. Simone leaned back onto her heels, once again trying to use physical distance, however small, to gain a little mental clarity. And once again it didn’t work. She fastened the purple dildo in place. Eight inches didn’t sound very long when said aloud, but with it strapped to the woman who’d given Simone a hard-on for over a decade, it didn’t seem small at all.

Simone poked out her tongue and touched it to the tip of the dildo. She’d been in this position before, but never with a partner who hadn’t explicitly placed her there. That she was here, on the verge of giving Abby a serious blow job without being forced, surprised Simone. That it made her crazy wet was enough to make her follow through without prompting.

She wrapped her lips around the purple head, and Abby tensed to the point of trembling. “You don’t have to…”

“I know.” Simone looked up and met Abby’s curious gaze. “I want to. Just relax.” She gripped Abby’s hand, the one that wasn’t already gripping her head, and led it to the side of her face. She kissed the palm, then guided it farther back until both hands cupped the sides of her head, just above and behind her ears. She knew from being in Abby’s position that she was going to want a good grip when Simone got started for real. “You’re going to enjoy this.”