Jill was in the stage between sleeping and waking, that in-between time just before she came to her full senses. Part of her wanted to remain asleep for fear that all of last night had been a dream and that she’d wake up in her own bed, Amelia nowhere to be seen.
The other part of her wanted to open her eyes and see Amelia lying next to her, her long hair fanned out around her face, her sultry lips swollen from the endless kissing—and so much more—they’d engaged in the night before. What would Amelia’s voice sound like first thing in the morning? Jill couldn’t wait to find out. What a dream last night had been. To witness Amelia yield under her touch, to hold her afterward when emotion got the better of her. And after that, when Amelia had bestowed all her affections on Jill, and then some. It was as though she could still feel Amelia’s lips everywhere. Jill was barely awake and already her body was yearning for Amelia again. Already she was raring to go—not bad for someone about to turn fifty.
Jill dragged herself from the last remnants of sleep, all her senses slowly adjusting and gearing up for another day.
But wait. What was that? Was she dreaming she was waking up while she was actually still asleep? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to her. She must still be asleep because she could very much feel Amelia’s lips skimming her thigh, climbing upward, to the spot that hadn’t stopped thrumming, or so it seemed, since Jill had been invited into Amelia’s bedroom. Jill had zero incentive to wake up from this particular dream.
Miraculously, it felt as good as the real thing, which she had experienced more than once last night. Amelia’s soft lips on her, taking her to ultimate bliss. But, hold on… was that the alarm clock on her phone that went off every weekday morning at seven? Why was her phone spoiling her dream?
“Do you want to get that?” Amelia’s muffled voice came from under the covers.
Wide awake now, Jill lifted the covers and looked into Amelia’s face peeking up from between her legs. Goodness. It was real. And it was much better than any dream Jill had ever had.
She found her phone and turned off the alarm.
“Sorry.” She smiled down at Amelia, who didn’t appear in a hurry to leave her spot between Jill’s legs. “And good morning.”
“Morning.” Amelia half-smiled. “I have a much better way to wake you up than the alarm on your phone.”
“I agree it’s infinitely better.”
“Do you need to leave?” Amelia asked. “I wouldn’t want you to keep a client waiting.”
“My first appointment is at nine thirty.” Jill had double-checked before going to sleep last night. “We have time.”
“Good.” Amelia all but licked her lips. “Because I have a plan for you this morning.” She threw the covers off her. “But now that you’re awake, let me wish you a proper good morning first.”
To have Amelia crawl up to her like that, fully naked, her body still warm with sleep, was the next in what seemed to Jill an endless array of delights when she was in Amelia’s company.
Amelia nested in the crook of her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, yes. And I had quite the dream as well.” As lovely as it was to snuggle up to Amelia, the circumstances in which Jill had woken had left her very frisky. “You had a starring role in it.” She turned toward Amelia and kissed her on the lips. “Did you get some sleep?”
“I slept so well and so deeply, I think I will need you to sleep here with me every night.”
“That might not be down to me being here but more to what we did before we went to sleep.” Jill couldn’t help bursting into a smile.
“Then we’ll have to do that again tonight as well,” Amelia said.
Last night certainly hadn’t been a dream. Amelia was already talking about doing it again. Jill had no arguments against that. She couldn’t wait to get back here tonight and do it all over.
“In fact… I think I’ll finish what I started now,” Amelia said. “Make sure you’re properly awake before you go to work.” Amelia kissed her cheek, then kissed her way down Jill’s neck. She halted at Jill’s peaked nipples, leaving them much harder than before.
She continued her path of featherlight kisses, dotting them liberally around Jill’s skin. Despite the early hour, Jill’s body quickly went into overdrive, as though it had stored up an endless supply of arousal and Amelia held the only key to unlock it. Amelia, whom she wasn’t supposed to be with, but who was now showering her in the most divine kisses. Jill had never stood a chance against Amelia, although she could hardly blame it on Amelia’s charms—charming another woman had been the last item on Amelia’s list the first time she’d met Jill.
Amelia’s long, soft hair trailed in the wake of her kisses, caressing Jill’s skin all over again.
Jill spread her legs a little wider.
Amelia’s lips trailed along her thighs now.
The pulsating throb between Jill’s legs tripled in intensity. Just as her mind hadn’t stood a chance against Amelia’s appearance that first time she’d stepped into her office, Jill’s resolve was worthless against the onslaught of Amelia’s lips on her now. She kissed Jill close to and then around her clit. Jill couldn’t wait to feel Amelia’s tongue on her. Her entire being was poised toward that imminent, delicious touch. Jill already knew what it felt like when Amelia licked her there. She knew it would make her blood sparkle and her flesh sing. But Amelia waited until Jill started squirming underneath her, her desire so ramped up, she didn’t know what to do with it anymore. Then, at last, Amelia’s tongue skated along her lips and circled around her clit. A fresh jolt of fire ran underneath Jill’s skin. Heat bubbled up from her core and caused an avalanche, a proper heat storm, in her flesh, inundating every last one of her cells. When Amelia licked her, her tongue gentle, almost tentative at first, lapping at her, Jill’s entire body responded.
Even when, at the start, she had known full well it was in everyone’s best interest that she got over her silly crush on her hot client as quickly as possible, Jill had dreamed of moments like this over and over again. Of Amelia’s luscious mane of hair draped over Jill’s belly while Amelia did the very thing she was doing right now and, of course, it had stoked her feelings for Amelia instead of lessening them.
And now, Jill didn’t want to get over her. She wanted anything but that. And because that’s just how life was sometimes, when the universe fully conspired in your favor. Jill was in the middle of experiencing her dream in exquisite real-life detail. The silken softness of Amelia’s tongue, now coming at her with intensified pressure. The divine sounds Amelia produced while she was pleasuring Jill, as though the greater pleasure was all hers—it couldn’t possibly be. Amelia’s hands holding her tightly, as though needing to keep her in place—as though it was even conceivable that Jill ever wanted to get out of this particular situation.
Within a few fast minutes, Amelia had brought Jill to the brink once again. Her tongue action was delicious and exquisitely adept, but much more than Amelia’s prowess, it was the simple fact that it was her down there, doing this to Jill, that had by far the greatest effect. The woman Jill had silently and then not-so-silently adored from the first minute she’d met her, the woman she’d desired like perhaps no other before. It was more than plenty for Jill to bury her hands in Amelia’s dark hair, to let its improbable softness engulf her with all things Amelia, and surrender to Amelia’s tongue as it brought her to effortless climax.
Jill cried out loudly and unabashedly—this was not the kind of pleasure to be reined in. This was the kind of delight that needed to be screamed out, shouted from the rooftops, made known to all of Sydney, all of Australia, why not the entire world? Because Jill was madly in love and of course she knew that a couple of orgasms shared between them didn’t magically make it mutual, yet Jill knew that it was. She sensed it. She felt it crackle in the air between them. She picked up on it when she looked in Amelia’s eyes. And wasn’t that the greatest delight of all?