Bristol walked into the kitchen as her mother was placing a note on the table next to the box of Primo’s.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I interrupted you. I hadn’t heard from you since last night, and I was worried.”
Bristol couldn’t do anything about the heat on her cheeks. She smiled softly. “Sorry about that. I was avoiding Lizzy, and my phone is somewhere around here.” Bristol pretended to look around the room, even though she knew it was on the couch. Anything to avoid this conversation with her mom.
“Oh, hello, Annie. It’s so nice to see you. How was the afterparty?”
Annie slid into the room wearing a fresh pair of shorts and the same hoodie from earlier. “Hi, Vanessa. It’s good to see you.” Bristol’s mouth dropped open when Annie hugged her mom. “I wasn’t there long. But it was okay. Not really my scene.”
“Bristol’s always saying she hates everything that doesn’t involve playing her music in front of people.”
“I one hundred percent agree. I’ve only had a taste of it, and while it’s kind of cool that people want to know you, I get why Bristol wishes there was an off button after performances.”
Bristol rolled her eyes. “I’m right here, and I can hear everything.”
“It was a great concert, baby.” Vanessa looked at Annie. “By both of you. All of you. The final song was amazing.”
“I’m glad Willow gave me a heads-up about the fireworks, or else I would’ve hit the floor, thinking they were gunshots.”
“That’s so sad,” Vanessa said.
“I’m from Colorado. Everyone has guns,” she said.
Bristol looked at her. “And here I was thinking of visiting Vail because you thought it might be a safe place. Never mind now.”
When Annie moved closer and brushed her lips across Bristol’s mouth, Bristol turned beet red. She had never introduced somebody she was seeing to her mother. Annie acted as though it was normal, and so Bristol rolled with it, too.
“Does that mean you won’t come and see me?” Annie asked.
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure all the places you suggested I check out now that I’m done touring are in Colorado,” Bristol said.
Annie playfully pinched her. Bristol looked at her mother for the first time since Annie breezed into the room. Her mother winked at her. She approved of Annie, but that wasn’t hard. She was perfect.
“I’m going to leave and not barge in again. Annie, it’s so good to see you here with my daughter. Have a good evening,” Vanessa said. She hugged Bristol.
Bristol felt the extra squeeze in her mom’s hug. “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
“Annie, you take care. I hope to see you again very soon.”
When Vanessa left, Bristol leaned her head on the counter. She was beyond embarrassed. She heard Annie laugh and felt her arms circle her waist.
“I think your mom knows you’re almost thirty and this happens.”
Bristol stood and faced Annie. “You’re the first woman I’ve brought home, so I’m still working through this.” She placed a small kiss on her lips and draped her arms over Annie’s shoulders. Annie tried hard not to look surprised, but Bristol saw it in her eyes. “One day you’ll believe me.”
“I believe you now. Also, I need to show you something,” Annie said.
Her expression was serious as she pulled Bristol back to the bedroom. Alarms went off in Bristol’s head. She’d been away for so long that she thought maybe something was wrong with the house. Annie pointed to the bed.
“What’s the matter?” Bristol asked.
“You’re not in it.”
Bristol bit her lip to keep her goofy post-orgasmic smile from giving too much away. She was completely charmed by Annie. “Do you want me to stay like this?” she asked and pointed down at the outfit she’d donned to greet her mother.
Annie pulled off her hoodie. “Do you want me to stay like this?”
“Good point.” Bristol got rid of her shorts and T-shirt before grabbing Annie and falling onto the bed with her.
“Can I tell you how sexy you are? I mean, I knew you were gorgeous fully clothed, but seeing you in just panties and a bra? Knowing full well what’s underneath?” Annie kissed Bristol hard and flipped her. “Just plan on my hands on your body for the next twelve hours.”
Bristol lifted her arms above her head and pressed her hands flat against the padded headboard. It was unlike her to give up control, but she trusted Annie. “I’m yours.” It was a small thing to say, but it spoke volumes.
Annie lifted her brow but didn’t say anything. She simply sat back and ran her hand over Bristol. She brushed the valley between her breasts with her fingertips and gently placed her palm on Bristol’s stomach.
“You’re so warm,” she said.
Bristol felt like she was going to explode just from Annie’s slow, torturous touch. She spread her legs apart, wanting Annie to touch the soft skin of her thighs and everything in between. Her eyes fluttered shut when Annie’s fingers trailed over her panties and slid down to the inside of her thighs.
“Especially here.”
Bristol opened her eyes when Annie shifted on the bed. She watched as Annie caressed her thighs with both hands, moving closer and closer to her silk panties. Every time Annie got close to Bristol’s pussy, Bristol lifted her hips, hoping this time Annie’s fingers would slip under the elastic and push deep inside her.
“Will you please take them off?” Bristol asked.
Annie kept eye contact with her the entire time she slid them down. Bristol loved how light Annie’s eyes were, especially darkened with desire. It was empowering to know she had this effect on her.
“Better?” Annie asked.
“Your hands aren’t on me, so I’m going to say worse.” Bristol bit her bottom lip to keep from begging.
“You’re right.”
Annie crawled between Bristol’s legs and lightly traced a path to the top of her thighs and back down. She briefly grazed Bristol’s swollen pussy and the inside of her thighs. Bristol was almost panting with need.
“Is this better?” Annie asked.
Bristol reached down and ran her finger up and down her slit while Annie watched with surprise. “This is better.” She slipped one finger inside and moaned, lifting her hips to get deeper. Usually, Bristol didn’t do that when she masturbated, but with Annie watching, she felt bold and sexy.
“Oh my God.” Annie watched as Bristol finger-fucked herself. As if she couldn’t stand it any longer, Annie touched Bristol’s hand and helped push her finger deeper inside. They both moaned.
When Bristol finally moved her hand away, Annie wasted no time slipping a finger inside. “You’re so tight.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “So unbelievably tight.”
Bristol lifted her hips slightly, wanting Annie to go deeper. Annie slipped two fingers inside and pulled them out quickly. Bristol almost wept at the extreme pleasure of how Annie filled her, followed immediately by intense disappointment at the loss of Annie’s touch. Annie did that several times, building her up. Bristol could feel herself getting wetter. She moaned and greedily pushed her hips against Annie’s hand when Annie added a third finger.
“Is this okay?” Her voice was low and full of concern.
Bristol licked her lips and nodded. “Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”
Bristol tried to relax as Annie fucked her harder and faster, but the orgasm rushed her, taking her by surprise. Bristol arched her back and cried out. She never yelled when she came. She was always quiet, and her previous lovers never knew if she orgasmed or not. Today, the whole world probably heard. Annie stayed inside and used her thumb to rub Bristol’s sensitive clit. It took only a few strokes before she came again. Her whole body shook with pleasure. She felt like she was falling apart as each aftershock ripped through her.
Annie slipped out of her and lay next to her. Bristol could feel her excited energy but was too spent to do anything but hold her close. Annie kissed her temple, her shoulder, her neck, and eventually her mouth. It was the kind of kiss that promised more to come.
“We should probably order some food because I plan to do this all night, and I’m going to need some serious carbs,” Annie said.
Bristol gave a half-laugh. She was still pinging with tiny waves of pleasure, so the sound that came out was unrecognizable. She nodded instead. “I don’t want to leave this bed until we have to. We can sustain ourselves on the carbs from doughnuts, right?”
“Let’s have food delivered. What are you hungry for? Please say pasta and bread.” Annie grabbed her phone.
Bristol told her the name of a restaurant to look up, and they placed an order for an obscene amount of pasta and bread. She called Mac at security and told him to expect the delivery in forty-five minutes. She didn’t waste time sliding back into bed and pulling Annie into her arms. Annie kissed her shoulder and ran her fingertips up and down the valley of Bristol’s breasts. It was a powerfully tender moment, and Bristol felt the sting of tears but kept them from falling. She felt so much for Annie, and to let her go was going to destroy her. She leaned up and looked at her. “You know, we have a lot of time before the food gets here.” Bristol stretched her body across Annie’s. “I have a pretty fantastic idea of how we can kill it.”
* * *
Bristol woke tangled in Annie’s arms and legs. It wasn’t quite dawn, but she knew the sun would wake them up soon. She’d forgotten to close the blinds last night but didn’t want to leave Annie’s warm embrace to do it. She listened to Annie’s even breathing and slow, rhythmic heartbeat until the panic of knowing she would be leaving in a few hours set in. She slipped out from her embrace and curled up behind her like a big spoon. The cute sighs Annie made when Bristol ran her hands over soft, sensitive spots on her body made her smile. She wasn’t sure when Annie woke up, but she smiled when she felt Annie respond to her touch.
“Good morning,” she whispered in her ear before biting her soft earlobe. Annie moaned in response. Bristol nipped the back of her neck and grazed her shoulder, biting gently into the soft muscle. Annie stretched out on her stomach, and Bristol took the opportunity to lie on top of her, spreading her legs with her knees. “Are you awake?”
Annie nodded and wiggled underneath her. Her voice was still gravelly with sleep. “Yes.”
Bristol ran her tongue down Annie’s back and kissed the two shallow dimples above Annie’s tight ass. Annie tensed up but didn’t stop her. Bristol crawled up and whispered in her ear again. “Are you ready for me?” She reached down between them and rubbed Annie’s slit, which was already wet and engorged. “Oh, look. You are.” She placed most of her weight on her knees and braced herself on her palm. With her free hand, she slipped two fingers inside. Annie arched her back and moaned as Bristol moved in and out, using her pelvis to thrust her hand even harder. Annie clutched the sheets and pressed into Bristol’s hand.
“More,” she said.
Bristol’s heart jumped at the request. She’d never had three fingers inside anyone before. She gently added a finger and waited until Annie got comfortable. Her moans were different, and her hips pushed hard against her.
“Fuck me, Bristol,” Annie said.
Bristol was on her knees in a matter of seconds. She spread Annie’s legs farther apart and moved her hand gently at first. Annie’s moans were intoxicating. There was no doubt that she one hundred percent gave herself to Bristol. Bristol gently added one more finger and wiggled them side to side, afraid she would hurt Annie if she pulled out and pushed them in again. Annie threw back her head and cried out.
“Yes, Bristol, just like that. Just like that.”
Their lovemaking was primal and decadent, and even after she felt Annie’s pussy clench at her orgasm, she didn’t slow down. She didn’t want to. She wanted to give her everything. Another orgasm hit, and another. It was the most amazing sexual experience of Bristol’s life. When Annie finally pulled away and dropped to the mattress in a sweaty mess, Bristol held her. There were no words. She couldn’t let Annie walk away from her, but she couldn’t ask her to stay either. Annie’s career was about to take off, and she would only be dead weight.
“That was the best way to wake up in the history of ever,” Annie said drowsily.
Bristol felt like her heart would burst if she stayed in bed with Annie a minute longer. She kissed her cheek and slid out of bed. “I’m going to shower. Go back to sleep. It’s not even six.”
She pulled the covers over Annie, closed the curtains, and slipped into the bathroom. She was finally alone with her thoughts. The tour ending was both a high and a low, as expected, but she wasn’t prepared for the high and low of Annie agreeing to spend time with her. She thought she would be able to hold her emotions in until Annie left, but her heart burst, and she slid down the wall of the shower, hoping the spray of the showerheads drowned out her sobs.