“Are we ready for this?” Michael stood just outside the bedroom door, staring down the hall after his mother. “You know Mom going down first is only going to help so much. It’s still going to be awkward as hell.”
“I think that’s an understatement,” Fiona said.
“I think, maybe, I need a minute.”
She looked up at Lizzie at the same time Michael did. He frowned. “You okay?”
Lizzie stood between them, hands knotted together in front of her stomach. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, hollowing out one side of her face. “Yeah, I just, I need a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll stay with you. You want me to stay with you?”
“No, it’s fine, Mike. Go ahead. I’ll just take a minute then be down after you.”
He turned toward Fiona, looking worried, so she encouraged him on. “She’s fine. I’ve got her. Go ahead. We’ll see you down there.”
“Okay.” He moved to stand in front of his sister. One big hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her toward him until her cheek lay against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “I’m just gonna be downstairs if you need me.” Over Lizzie’s head, he pinned Fiona with a hard, pleading stare. Fiona gave him a small smile. She’d heard him loud and clear. She would take care of Lizzie. And with that, Michael planted one more kiss on the top of Lizzie’s head and left.
For a long moment after he was gone, Fiona and Lizzie didn’t stir. They remained stuck in their positions, Fiona on the bed and Lizzie standing in the middle of the room with her back to her. Fiona didn’t want to push or bother her. Lizzie had said she needed a minute, and Fiona didn’t want to deny her that, but she also wanted to make sure Lizzie was truly okay. Before she could ask, though, Lizzie finally shook up the stillness, crossing to the door and closing it, shutting them in together. She lay her forehead against the door, hand still poised on the doorknob.
Fiona stood. “Lizzie?”
All she heard in response was the click of the lock being pressed in. Then Lizzie turned, and something sparked inside Fiona. The look in Lizzie’s eyes was pure heat, unexpected, terrifying, thrilling. Her tongue darted out, slid along her bottom lip, and when she spoke, her voice rasped as if strained.
“Come here.”
Those two little words were a lasso, thrown with expert precision. They wrapped around Fiona and tugged, hard, nearly pulling her to her knees. She felt weak. “Are you okay?” She swallowed and forced her feet to remain rooted to the floor.
“Come here.”
“Maybe we should talk.”
“Or we could not talk, and you could come here.”
“What about breakfast?”
“Okay, fine.” Her shirt landed silently in a crumpled pile on the floor. “I’ll come to you then.” Gray bra on display again, she crossed the room in five short steps and reached for Fiona’s hands. She didn’t have an ounce of hesitation in her when she placed them directly on her barely covered breasts. “Do I need to be any more obvious?”
Fiona stared at her hands covering Lizzie’s breasts. Her fingers spread of their own accord and squeezed, their natural reaction to the wonder that was a beautiful woman’s body. She didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. Her tongue had shriveled to a prune. Her throat was dry land and scorching heat. Her brain might have even short-circuited for a moment, because all she could do was stand and stare and squeeze.
“Well, you’re squeezing them, so that’s a good sign.” Lizzie snapped her fingers in the small space between them. “Fiona.”
The choked sound that escaped Fiona’s throat embarrassed her. She clamped her thighs together and looked up. “Huh?”
“Is this the first time you’ve ever seen boobs? Because it gets better. Just wait. There are nipples in there and everything.”
The humor shook Fiona out of her stupor, and she laughed. “Shut up.” She pulled her hands away. “Of course I’ve seen boobs before.”
“Well, you seemed pretty mesmerized there for a second.”
“I guess I just didn’t expect you to whip them out like that and, you know, hand them to me.”
“Seems to work for guys. Figured I’d give it a try.”
Fiona snorted. “Never take sexual cues from guys.”
“Good point.”
“But feel free to put my hands on your boobs any time you like.”
“So, are we done, then? With the hesitation? Because I’m ready. If you’re ready, if you want to do this, I’m ready.”
“Your entire family is downstairs waiting for us.”
“I really don’t care.” She reached back and popped the clasp on her bra. It opened, and Fiona’s eyes shot straight down. She watched as Lizzie slid the straps off her arms and tossed the scrap of material to the side. Her plump, heavy breasts sat beautifully on display, large pink nipples standing at attention as if eager to be tended to. Lizzie was just as freckled under her clothes as she was everywhere else, and just as beautiful.
“God, your body is amazing.”
“Thank you.” Lizzie smiled, and despite having just boldly stripped her top bare, it was a shy smile, shyer than Fiona was used to seeing on her face. Still, she held her head high when she propped her hands on her hips and said, “I’d like to see yours, too.”
Fiona was caught in that place between awkward and aroused. She was wet and wanting, could already feel her underwear sticking to her, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she’d let herself go with Lizzie. Rosie’s stricken face, her standing in the open doorway. She glanced nervously past Lizzie to the closed door.
“I locked it. Don’t worry.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Maybe you should check it.”
“It’s locked, Fiona. Trust me.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
“What?” Lizzie moved closer and placed her hands on Fiona’s shoulders. They skirted down her arms then under to her sides. “Secretly had sex with a girl in my brother’s room while the rest of my family was downstairs?” Her fingers curled under the hem of Fiona’s sweatshirt and tank top and played across her stomach. Fiona closed her eyes and reveled in the touch, the way it made her itch with want. She trembled under each tickling, teasing dip of a finger beneath the waistband of her shorts. “Oddly enough, yes, I have.”
Fiona’s eyes shot open. “Seriously?”
“Seriously, though it wasn’t Jack’s room. It was Charlie’s.”
“I feel like I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do.”
Lizzie laughed out loud, hooked a hand around the back of Fiona’s head, and jerked her in. The sound of her laugh vibrated against Fiona’s teeth as they came together in a hard, hilarious, wonderful kiss. It was playful and eager, messy, and the push-pull of it nearly knocked Fiona off her feet. She stumbled backward, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the bed, and caught herself with one hand on the mattress.
“Lay down,” Lizzie said and undid the button on her jeans. “I want to sit on your face.”
Fiona nearly swallowed her tongue, though she wasn’t sure why she found it so shocking. Lizzie had been bold and blunt since the moment they met. No reason for that to change in the bedroom. She stripped off her sweatshirt and tank top, so she was as bare as Lizzie, then dropped onto the edge of the bed and reached for Lizzie’s jeans. She grabbed the waistband to help yank them down over her wide, perfect hips. “I’ve been told it’s a good place to sit.”
Lizzie grinned and pushed Fiona down on her back. “That’s what I was counting on.” Her jeans flopped off her legs with a kick of one bare foot, leaving her in nothing but a pair of plain black cotton panties. Fiona couldn’t stop staring. Every inch of her, from her freckled, dimpled thighs to her ridiculously tiny feet, begged to be touched, kissed, adored. When her underwear hit the floor, Fiona took a deep breath. Her stomach was in knots, tension balling up wherever it could. Her entire body felt like a trigger waiting to be pulled.
The mattress sunk under her as Lizzie crawled on top of her, knees first straddling Fiona’s hips, then higher. Higher still. Her exposed slit swiped over Fiona’s quivering stomach, and Fiona’s breath shot from her lungs as she felt it. Lizzie was soaked.
“Oh God,” Lizzie choked out, nearly stopping right there. She shuddered over top of Fiona then moved further up. She stopped over Fiona’s chest, hovering, and lowered herself onto the valley between Fiona’s small breasts. She rocked her cunt against Fiona’s chest, slicking her skin with the evidence of her desire, and Fiona dug her short nails into her thighs. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”
“I think I have some idea,” Fiona said between shallow breaths. “Come up here. I want to taste you.”
Lizzie planted one knee on each side of Fiona’s head and looked down at her. She bit her lip and cocked a brow. “Well, this is an enticing view.”
“I know what you mean,” Fiona said, though the words left her as barely more than a whisper. Her throat felt tight again. She stared up at Lizzie from between her legs, arms wrapped firmly around her thighs. She took in the sight of her, hovering overhead. Her freckled thighs and soft belly, her breasts heaving with each breath. Thick hair frizzed out around her face as she grinned down at Fiona, and her pupils were so big that her eyes appeared nearly the same color for once—a deep, dark ocean blue. She was stunning. “You ready for this?”
Lizzie answered by lowering herself onto Fiona’s mouth. She stifled her own cry as soon as Fiona’s eager tongue swiped up the length of her, then found its way inside. Her hand dropped onto the mattress above Fiona’s head and dug into the comforter as she rocked against Fiona’s mouth. “Oh fuck, Fiona,” she whispered. “Oh fuck.”
Fiona had never wanted to take her time more than she did in that moment. She wanted to taste every inch of Lizzie, drink her down until she was bone dry and spent, but she knew they didn’t have much time. They were pressing their luck as it was. She reached around Lizzie’s thighs and spread her lips with her fingers, took a deep breath through her nose, the scent of arousal dizzying her in the best way, and licked up the length of her again. When she wrapped her lips around Lizzie’s clit and sucked, one eager, vicious pull, Lizzie’s thighs closed around her ears like a vice. The entire world disappeared into muffled thumps inside her head, only the wet sounds of Lizzie’s pleasure amplified in her ears.
Warm, soft flesh rippled and dipped and sank around her fingers, like taffy molding and folding around Fiona’s hungry grip. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking up as Lizzie grew wild on top of her, riding her face with abandon. Her own clit was throbbing. She could feel her liquid want dripping down the back of one thigh, and all she could do was hold onto Lizzie as if she might fall off the edge of the earth otherwise. It served her well as Lizzie took the hint, leaning back to balance on one hand. The other shot down Fiona’s pajama shorts and straight to the source of her agony.
She cried out against Lizzie’s soaked flesh as two fingers sank into her and curled, an overwhelming, intoxicating hit to her senses. A high, a relief, all mixed into one skilled stroke. She nearly came on the spot. It wouldn’t take long, and Lizzie was already close. Fiona could tell by the way her thighs were shaking, the way her inner walls clamped down around Fiona’s tongue as if trying to hold onto it. She was close, and the closer she drew, the more Fiona’s body ached to follow.
“Come with me,” Lizzie said, the words muffled but clear enough. “I want you to come with me.”
Fiona didn’t dare free her mouth to answer. Her body would have to answer for her. She pulled Lizzie’s clit into her mouth again and sucked hard. One pull, two.
Lizzie followed her rhythm with her strokes and curls, fucking Fiona as intently as she was being fucked. When she rolled over the edge and hit her climax with a breathless growled curse, Fiona rolled into her own orgasm right after her. Her hips rocketed off the bed, one hand shooting down to wrap around Lizzie’s wrist. She held it tight, pressing Lizzie’s hand as hard against her clit as she could while sucking her into her mouth. Together, they froze at the apex of pleasure, nothing but dizzying, trembling perfection for one incredible moment in time, then slowly, slowly, they rocked back down to earth.
Fiona wiped her mouth on the inside of Lizzie’s right thigh and then planted a kiss there. She helped her slide off of her, shuddering as Lizzie pulled out of her in the process. When they collapsed on the bed, side by side, to catch their breath, Lizzie reached over and patted Fiona’s thigh. “Fiona?”
The tart taste of her coated Fiona’s mouth. She licked her lips, savoring it, and turned her head on the mattress. “Yeah?”
Lizzie tangled their hands together. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
“I do have a mirror in my apartment.”
The laugh Lizzie set free was shaky and beautiful. She rolled over and threw a naked leg over Fiona’s hips. “That was the second-best bit of cardio I’ve had in a while.”
Fiona frowned and pinched her thigh. “Second best?”
“Tuesday-morning Zumba classes with Miguel in Lake Balboa Park.” She kissed Fiona’s bare shoulder. “He’s just so enthusiastic.”
They laughed into a kiss, slow and soft. Fiona nuzzled her nose against Lizzie’s and rubbed up and down the length of her now-chilled thigh. “That was definitely the fastest I’ve ever gone from a first kiss to oral.”
“Time crunches will do that for you.” Lizzie kissed her again. “We’ll take our time later. I promise.” Another kiss. “And if you’re interested, I even have a new toy in my suitcase I’ve been dying to try.”
They wrapped fully around each other, as close as they could get, and were content to simply hold one another for a moment. “Sounds perfect,” Fiona said, burying her face in the crook of Lizzie’s neck, in her mess of red hair. Apricots. The scent was quickly becoming a favorite.
“I’m looking forward to getting you out of your pants next time.”
“You aren’t the only one.” Fiona wiggled her hips a bit. “Being this wet and clothed is grossly uncomfortable.”
“Trust me. I know,” Lizzie said. “I’ve been walking around like that for days now thanks to you.”
Fiona squeezed her tighter. “As if you haven’t been gleefully torturing me since I got here.”
“I’ll confess to that.” She sucked Fiona’s bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it gently. Just a nip that made Fiona’s thighs ache. “But I won’t apologize.” She let go of Fiona’s hand just long enough to swipe the hair from her face. “You’re too beautiful, and I wanted you.” Her fingers trailed down Fiona’s cheek, down her neck, and rested just above her left breast. “I want you.”
The ache, this time, blossomed in her chest. Her heart swelled at the words, and she found she wanted nothing more than to bask in all the new, wild, and wonderful effects this woman so easily had on her.
Lizzie kissed her again, slowly and soundly. “We should get down there.”
The annoyed sigh that dragged its way up from the depths of Fiona’s soul made them both laugh. She buried her face in Lizzie’s neck and hair and savored the feeling of having someone in her arms, of being held in return with such care and want. It had been such a terribly long time. “Just one more minute.”
“Yeah.” Lizzie tangled her fingers in Fiona’s hair and scratched gently at her scalp. “One more minute.”