I hear Ali turn off her shower and I shiver with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Standing by the bay window in her room, I look out at the moonlit lake without really seeing it. I’m far too anxious to see its beauty. My body is still tingling from earlier and I’m on edge. I’m so ready for this next step. I’m sure that if I hadn’t fallen into the lake, we would still be in the kitchen; only instead of the countertop, we’d be on the floor. I hear the click of the door, but I don’t turn around. I know Ali will come to me and it’ll just be a few more seconds before I feel her touch again. Chills race across my arms and shoulders as I feel Ali’s body heat right behind me.
“I can always tell when you’re near me. My body responds to you before I actually see you,” I whisper. She leans down and runs her lips across my bare skin. Her tongue trails up to my neck and I lean back into her, tilting my head to allow her better access.
“You feel so good,” Ali says. Her hands slide down to my hips. She pulls me back until our bodies are completely flush. Her kisses become more assertive, and her lips suck against my neck with passion. I moan and reach up to wind my hands deep in her hair, pulling her closer. When her teeth graze my skin, my knees threaten to give out. My body’s on fire even though I’m covered in chills. My nipples are painfully erect and my shorts are already drenched. I can feel slickness on my leg and my body swelling with each intimate kiss. I break away from her long enough to turn around.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks. I smile in response and kiss her with as much passion as I can without scaring her. I push her toward the bed, kissing her until we reach the mattress. Ali sits down and pulls me to stand between her legs. She runs her fingertips over my legs and slips them under my shorts, barely touching my upper thighs. I’m torn between pressing into her and taking my time, savoring every touch. I rest my hands on her shoulders. She moves her hands and slides my camisole up. Her lips are on my stomach. I lean into her, running my fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer. Realizing I’m probably suffocating her, I soften my grip. Her hands slide higher until her thumbs brush the underside of my breasts. I’m done waiting. I lean down until her hands completely cup my full breasts. Her thumbs rub my nipples and I groan. I capture Ali’s mouth with mine and we tumble back onto the bed. My body is so alive right now. I feel the roughness and smoothness of Ali’s hands and whimper with wanting more. I wiggle out of my camisole, the need to feel her skin against mine so strong. I slip my hands under the T-shirt Ali is wearing and marvel at how smooth and hard she is. Her heart beats against my hand. I lean down and place a small, delicate kiss on her navel.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I say. “I’ve wanted to touch you and taste you and just be with you.”
“Oh, God, Beth. Me, too, but I didn’t want to push you.”
She shivers under my touch, so I continue to explore her body. I nudge her shirt up with my nose, finally tasting her skin. I move higher and higher until it’s time to either rip off her shirt or beg Ali to sit up so I can take it off. She reads my mind and quickly removes it. She tangles her hands in my hair, pulling me back down on the bed for an intense kiss. I hear moans, but I don’t know if they’re coming from me or her. I roll on my back, pulling Ali with me so she’s nestled between my legs. We both gasp at the contact. Ali breaks our kiss and stares at me.
“You felt that, too,” she breathes. I can’t find words right now, so I nod and stare at her lips, wondering why they’re so far away from mine. I lick my lips and look into her eyes again. She responds by kissing me, the urgency between us getting stronger and stronger. She sucks on my bottom lip, and her teeth scrape it, bite it, soothe the sharpness with her tongue. It’s a phenomenal kiss and I’m ready to come right now. I’m torn between plunging into her and slowing down. Her hips start moving against mine. I can hear little moans escape the harder she presses into me.
If we continue like this, we’re both going to come. I want to be between her legs, tasting her, feeling the tension leave her body when she does. I don’t want it to happen like this. I need to be inside her and feel her warmth and her wetness. I can’t get her panties off fast enough. She’s perfect. I slide my hands over her hips and down her thighs. I run my fingers gently up and down her slit, feeling the pearly wetness on my fingers. She moans again against my mouth and I know I have to be inside her. I want to be gentle, but I’m not. I thrust my index finger inside her, and I rub her clit with my thumb. I can feel her tremble in my arms and know I should slow down, but she’s pushing against my hand. I break our kiss for a moment, forcing her to look at me. When she does, her eyes are almost closed, her lips swollen with passion. She focuses on me and I slide my middle finger inside her.
“Oh, God, Beth!” Her lips find mine again. I move my fingers in and out until all I’m doing is holding them in place as her hips start moving faster, pushing against my hand. I feel her tighten around my fingers. She’s close to coming. “Don’t stop. You feel incredible. I’m so close.” I hold her tight and pump my fingers inside her.
Within moments, she comes. It’s a beautiful sight. Her head is thrown back in passion, her body shaking. I’m in complete awe. I’ve never been with anyone as passionate and giving as Ali. She slows her hips and eventually stills. I can still feel tiny pulsing quivers inside her. I decide I want to stay here forever. “That was incredible, Ali,” I say. I brush her hair away from her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
We kiss again and I know I’m far from being done. I need to taste her. Right now. I bring my fingers up to my mouth. She moans as she watches. She’s deliciously tangy, salty and sweet, and I have to have more. Ideally, I’d plant tiny kisses all over her body, but I’m greedy and I don’t want to wait. My trail of kisses goes straight down until I’m between her thighs. God, I’ve missed this. This whole experience, and with Ali, the intensity is tenfold.
“I want to go slow. I want this night to be incredible,” I say. True to my word, I work my mouth all over her body, licking, sucking. I gently finger her core, slow at first, then fast, building her up, slowing her down. When I think she’s going to finish herself off out of frustration, I reclaim her clit with my mouth and push into her as far as I can. Her legs are spread and they tremble with every lick. Her breathing is short and raspy, punctuated by sensual moans that almost make me come. Her hands weave in my hair and pull me closer. I move everything faster—my hands, my mouth, my tongue—until she crests.
“Yes, Bethany, yes!” Her entire body tightens. She shakes so much as she’s coming that I’m worried. “I can’t take any more,” she says. I smile. I pleased this woman thoroughly.
“You’re amazing.” She kisses me. I can’t help but smile. Right now, I’m the rock star and it takes all of my efforts not to burst. I’m steady and sure and confident. Resting on one elbow, I trace patterns across Ali’s body with my fingertips and watch her slowly settle down.
“You’re killing me.” Her long fingers grip the sheet. Her body is slick from our intense coupling and I smile with pride. Yep, I still have it in me. I feel her relax and watch her eventually drift off to sleep, reaching out to me, keeping me close.