Undisclosed Desires (High Rise Novella Two) (8 page)

To come on Nat’s fingers was not just physical pleasure, it really was the beginning of so much more. She didn’t need to be a psychiatrist to figure that one out.

NAT

Nat slowly slid her fingers out as Isabella peered at her through half-lidded eyes. Her long brown hair clung to her forehead and her lipstick had come off, but she’d never looked more beautiful. Nat searched her brain for something meaningful to say—something to mark the moment with—but her mind seemed to have turned into a blank space. Instead, she smiled sheepishly, an almost shy grin making its way across her face, and was floored by the intensity in Isabella’s gaze. Her brown eyes shone with tenderness as she stood gasping for air against the tiled shower wall.

“What a waste of water,” Isabella muttered. “I was already soaking wet.”

Nat’s grin transformed into a loud giggle and she flung herself at Isabella, covering her naked, dripping limbs with her body.

Isabella reached for the tab and turned off the water. The sudden silence, deafening and a bit too confrontational for Nat’s taste, shocked her into recognising the significance of the moment. Nat had delivered countless climaxes after Claire had left, with her fingers, or her strap-on—and most likely also with whatever importance her bed partners attached to her name—but never with this kind of affection. Not after Claire.

Her first instinct was to towel off and bolt out of there, but she stayed. Her instincts had betrayed her too much of late, like when she’d been convinced she had to set Isabella up with Sophie. And again, when after their first blind date Isabella had been reluctant to see Sophie again. Nat realised she’d conveniently mistaken fear for instinct. In front of her, joy painted across her face, promise dancing in her eyes, stood the woman who’d made her see.

“Your turn.” Isabella freed herself from Nat’s hug and opened the shower door. She held out a towel for Nat as she waited for her to follow. Mischief burned in her glance, her usual reserve replaced by something Nat couldn’t put her finger on.
 

Isabella rubbed Nat dry, avoiding her breasts and behind—as if they hadn’t just done what they’d just did. This was still their first time after all. Nat returned the favour and soaked up the water dripping from Isabella’s hair with a soft white towel.
 

Their eyes met and a bubble of tenderness seemed to explode in Nat’s belly. To think that, if they hadn’t run into each other in the lobby with their respective mismatched dates, Nat could be lying in bed with Cindy right now, eyes wide open while she waited for the girl to fall asleep, the usual mixture of instant remorse and addictive satisfaction clouding her brain. Instead, here she stood, eye to eye with Isabella, the one woman who’d had the courage to call her out on her destructive behaviour. Nat suddenly felt quite vulnerable.

“Come on.” Isabella grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Like in the living room, two walls consisted solely of floor-length windows, revealing a sprawling view over the city.

“How much do you charge per hour?” Nat had found her voice again. “This place must have cost a fortune.” With a towel wrapped around her she looked down on the glowing lights beneath them.

“A parting gift from my ex-husband.” Isabella approached her from behind and put her hands on Nat’s neck. “He’s a generous man.” She rubbed her thumbs into Nat’s muscles—the ones that were always tense from hours of hunching over her laptop in a bad position. Her body reacted instantly, her clit and nipples reaching skyward.

Nat let the towel slip off her and spun around. Isabella hadn’t bothered to cover her body and tiny droplets of water glittered on her skin in the dim glow of a floor lamp.

“I take it my boudoir has left you suitably impressed.” Isabella’s voice was a mere whisper. “Judging by how swiftly you just disrobed.”

“It’s more the owner.” Nat brushed a lingering drop off of Isabella’s cheek bone. “And perhaps her shower habits.” Nat planted the softest of kisses on Isabella’s nose before letting her lips travel to her open mouth.
 

Isabella started walking backwards to the bed, dragging Nat with her and, soon, on top of her. They shuffled upwards until completely supported by the mattress. Their breasts touched, then their nipples, and Nat felt a hot glow spread through her. Isabella’s red-painted fingernails stood in stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Nat wished she could read her mind. She wanted to know if Isabella had dreamt of this moment, at night, when she lay alone in bed, but she was rendered mute once more. If only she knew, Nat thought, what power she holds over me.

And then, without seeing it coming, Nat was on her back. Isabella had flipped her over and stared down into her eyes, her lips drawn into a sly smirk.

“I let you have your way with me in the shower.” Wet strands of Isabella’s hair fell to Nat’s breasts. “Quid pro quo time, once again.”

Nat responded by pulling Isabella close and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. In bed, she usually wasn’t the one lying on her back, but with Isabella everything was different.

Isabella dug her knee between Nat’s legs and the contact made her breath hitch in her throat. She’d happily take whatever Isabella had to offer.

Isabella pushed herself up, releasing the pressure from her knee, and smiled down at Nat. She bent her elbows and lowered herself until her nipples grazed Nat’s skin. Slowly, she traced a path across Nat’s belly, the hard buds leaving gooseflesh in their wake. And up she came again, brushing her nipples against Nat’s before manoeuvring upwards and skating one along Nat’s lips and offering it to her eager mouth. Nat sucked it in and let her tongue dance over it while her hands buried themselves into Isabella’s moist hair.

Isabella pulled her nipple out of Nat’s mouth and replaced it with the other one as her knee found its way to Nat’s pussy again. Nat let one hand slide down and cupped Isabella’s breast, kneading it softly before pinching her nipple between two fingers. She couldn’t wait to see her face surrender to joy again, to feel her body tremble on her fingers and her knees go weak with delight.
 

Pulling free from Nat’s mouth and hand, Isabella let her breasts travel down again, halting at Nat’s nipples and meandering across her abdomen. She bent down a little lower and guided one nipple along the length of Nat’s pussy. The sensation was enough for Nat’s lips to pucker up and release more moist heat.

The first connection of her clit with Isabella’s nipple made all the muscles in her body contract wildly. Nat looked down and saw how Isabella curled her fingers around her breast to target the contact of her rock hard nipple more precisely. She deemed herself the centre of the the most erotic dream of her life.

Isabella’s nipple picked up moisture between Nat’s pussy lips—another heavenly sensation—and made its way back to Nat’s clit, circling it relentlessly.

“Jesus.” Nat heard herself cry out.

Isabella looked up, her breast still caught in her hand, her tongue licking her lips. She shifted her weight forward until their mouths met. Nat’s pussy tingled and got wetter by the second. Isabella broke the lip-lock and scanned Nat’s face, her full lips curling up at the sides. She removed herself from the embrace and flung her body sideways, her head dipping below the edge of the bed. Nat heard rummaging sounds. Within a few seconds, Isabella was back, cradling something in her hand that made Nat’s mouth water and her clit pulse with anticipation.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Nat reached for the dildo and harness, but Isabella pulled it away while shaking her head.

“I’ll be doing the honours tonight.”

Nat arched her eyebrows, but soon recovered from the surprise. In light of the day’s events, it made sense, despite the fact that, since Claire, Nat was always—always—the one to strap it on.

Isabella had turned the tables on her during their unexpected conversations and now she was about to do it again.

“As long as you’re okay with that.” Isabella’s voice was soft, but her tone insistent. Nat wouldn’t dream of saying no. She knew she needed to do it. The time had come to completely surrender to someone once again, no matter the consequences.
 

“Even in the bedroom you’re a shrink. Don’t you ever relax?” Nat shot Isabella a wide grin. She was giddy with excitement and a new sense of freedom, as if the mere thought of letting Isabella fuck her was an act of liberation from the demons that had long haunted her.

“How easily youngsters forget.” She shook her head and a few drops of water crashed down onto Nat’s chest. “Remember the shower?” Isabella proceeded to lick the drops of Nat’s chest, her tongue swirling close to Nat’s nipples but not touching them.

“I’ll be curious to see your strapping-on speed,” Nat whispered in her ear. “I can do it in less than five seconds.”

“Why don’t you give me hand then, Miss Expert.”
 

Nat noticed a slight crack in Isabella’s confidence. She curled her fingers around her neck and pulled her close. “Anything for you, Doc.”

Nat helped Isabella secure the greenish-blue dildo in the harness and pull the straps tight around her thighs. The sight of her neighbour sitting naked in front of her with a sizeable sex toy strapped to her pelvis, made her giggle and shudder with delight at the same time.

Isabella lay down next to her, the silicone poking against Nat’s thigh. She let her fingers roam across the skin of Nat’s breasts and belly, lazily making her way down. Light as a feather, she grazed the tip of her finger over Nat’s pussy lips, which pulsed with anticipation. Where her nipple had drawn circles earlier—a memory etched in Nat’s memory for life—she now traced her finger around Nat’s clit.

Pushing herself up for better access, the dildo resting half in between Nat’s legs and half on her upper thigh, Isabella positioned herself so the fingers of her right hand could wander freely while her face hovered close to Nat’s. Nat’s flesh burned with excitement, her pussy leaking juices onto the sheets.

When Isabella inserted the first finger, she licked Nat’s earlobe at the same time and Nat shivered underneath her. Nat searched for Isabella’s eyes and found them just as she let a second finger enter, gradually preparing her pussy for what was to come.

Nat wanted to say to Isabella how beautiful she was, and how necessary in her life, but her mind blanked once again and she was reduced to just feeling now, to surrendering to ripple after ripple of glorious sensation washing over her.

“You’re so wet,” Isabella whispered, her brown eyes locked on Nat’s as she slicked her fingers back and forth.
 

Nat’s breathing picked up, transforming into clipped moans. With every stroke a wave of pleasure crashed over her, and then subsided to allow her to catch her breath. Isabella expertly avoided her clit, instead focusing her attention on twisting her fingers inside of Nat—three now. Almost ready.

They didn’t kiss, just gazed into each other’s eyes. Isabella’s face changed with every thrust, her lips narrowing and her cheeks flushing. Nat’s fingers ran across Isabella’s spine, dug into the muscles of her back and curled themselves into her hair. She bucked up her pelvis quicker and quicker, eager to take more of Isabella’s fingers in.

Isabella nodded at her briefly, blinking, and Nat nodded back. She was ready.

Isabella sat up and quickly unearthed a small bottle of lube from the night stand drawer. She squirted some in her hands and rubbed it over the dildo until it glistened. Nat spread her legs wide, her mouth going dry and her heart thumping in her chest.

Isabella took position and shot Nat a smile, her eyes twinkling and lips so deliciously curved. She guided the head of the toy in between Nat’s lips and moved it along the length of her pussy, skimming Nat’s clit every time it went up. Slowly, she coaxed it in. Nat’s pussy stretched wide—wider than she could remember—and filled up with warm silicone.

Isabella leaned over until her face was inches away from Nat’s before she started thrusting her hips back and forth. Nat could feel how Isabella’s breath quickened as it blew across her cheeks. She dug her nails into Isabella’s buttocks and pushed her pelvis upward to meet her strokes. She hadn’t surrendered like that in years.

Isabella’s hair fell to one side of her head as she tilted it to kiss Nat’s temple, her cheekbone, her mouth. “Never…” She groaned into Nat’s ear. “In my wildest dreams.”

The filling sensation spread from Nat’s pussy to her belly and limbs. Heat pooled in her cunt as Isabella upped the speed of her thrusts, the pressure of her knees into the mattress making the bed shake.

Nat drew Isabella in for a kiss, her tongue frantically darting in and out of her mouth. She pulled Isabella’s hair and scratched her shoulders and lost herself a bit more with every stroke inside of her. Heat pulsed through her body, hot wave after hot wave, and peaked when Isabella drilled her eyes into hers.

“Touch your clit,” Isabella said.

The sound of her voice briefly brought Nat back to earth, before spiralling back into that parallel orbit where she was only body, only pleasure, only at Isabella’s mercy as she fucked her senseless. Nat lowered her hand and gently strummed her clit with one finger, the back of her hand grazing Isabella’s lower belly. One flick was enough to take her to that higher level, to that point of no return where only extreme joy lives. The dildo seemed to take over her entire body. She felt its movements in her toes and in her fingers and in every cell of her body.

“Oooh,” Nat moaned as Isabella slammed into her and she surrendered to the lights from outside moving in and crashing down, to the dizziness in her head and a delicious, long-awaited harmony. The walls of her pussy contracted around the toy as she wrapped her arms around Isabella’s neck. Isabella’s grunts blended with her own, creating their own sexy, raunchy symphony.

“Oh yes,” were Nat’s final words before she crashed into the mattress one last time, her body tingling and her voice breaking.

ISABELLA

“Next time, I’m on top.” Nat had barely come to her senses, Isabella could tell by the glassiness of her eyes and the twitching of her muscles, when she said it. After quickly removing the strap-on, Isabella curled her body over Nat while a deep satisfaction blossomed inside of her.