They barely made it out of the lift before India’s mouth was on Gina’s.
Gina didn’t complain. She managed to guide them down the corridor while not removing her lips for long, unlocking her door and guiding India inside.
India walked ahead through to the main room, her tall, lithe body tantalising Gina every step of the way. The air was already stamped with her. India’s smell was intoxicating.
India ran a hand along the breakfast bar, and Gina immediately wanted to be the breakfast bar. Then India walked up to take in the view, just as she had in Neeta’s flat. When she turned and parted her lips, Gina was mesmerised.
They stared at each other for a good few moments before Gina spoke.
“I know it’s not as fancy as your flat. Your old one or your new one. But it’s home.” Gina shrugged like it meant nothing. But that wasn’t true. It meant a great deal. She wanted India to like where she lived, because Gina was proud of her flat. Getting the keys had been one of the best moments of her life. To finally have something that she could call her own. She interlocked her fingers and squeezed hard.
India turned up her smile. “I was just thinking it’s very you. Warm. Stylish.” She patted Gina’s golden wing-backed armchair. “I love this piece, it’s gorgeous.” She glanced up, shaking her head. “This space is the same as your sister’s flat, but I prefer this one. Mainly because it’s about you.” She walked towards Gina.
Gina’s stomach flipped.
“It’s beautiful, considered, and somewhere I would willingly come back to time and time again.” India stopped just before she got to Gina, her stare intense.
Gina tilted her head. “You’ll come back, even though there’s no rooftop view?”
India mirrored her head tilt. “I like a bit of variety in my life.”
“Good to know.” Gina paused, lust sweeping through her as she focused on India’s lips. “Plus, if you like the living room, wait until you see the bedroom.” She was being bold. Although, then she took a step back. “Unless you want a drink first?”
India shook her head, her eyes dark and brooding. “I just want you.”
Once inside the bedroom, India stepped up behind Gina and put her hot lips to the back of her neck.
Gina’s insides turned liquid on contact.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you downstairs.” India pulled at Gina’s black-and-white top and tugged it off. “Even the way you were drinking your tea downstairs was sexy.”
India’s words drifted across Gina’s brain, but it was her touch that was at the forefront of Gina’s senses, lighting her up.
India unclipped Gina’s bra, letting it fall to the floor before cupping her breasts from behind, claiming Gina as her own.
Gina had never been happier to be claimed in her life.
India rolled Gina’s left nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Did you know left nipples are more sensitive than right?”
As if on cue, Gina’s nipple sprang to attention. “I didn’t,” she rasped, looking down. “But mine seems to be proving your point.”
“Seems so,” India replied, nibbling the side of her neck.
Gina concentrated on staying upright, even though her whole body wanted to collapse.
India cupped both breasts from behind, then pressed herself into Gina.
Gina’s heart drummed a whole new beat.
“And these jeans need to come off, too,” India whispered in her ear.
Gina wilted, her growing desire for India etched into every breath she took. She wobbled as she stepped out of her jeans, then her underwear. Goosebumps broke out across her legs.
India pressed herself into Gina’s naked back, her hand reaching down and cupping Gina’s bare arse cheek before moving between Gina’s legs. When India connected with her core, she groaned into Gina’s ear, kissing her lobe, before sucking on it.
A blaze of desire burned through Gina as India bent her over her bed, then slid skilled hands across her behind.
There was a hitch in India’s breathing as she moved her fingers through Gina’s silky heat.
Gina shuddered, biting her lip as India slipped one finger slowly inside her, closely followed by another.
“Oh fuck,” Gina said, as India placed her other hand on Gina’s bottom, then slowly began to fuck her from behind.
“The thought of doing this to you again has been tormenting me all week,” India said, leaning forward and whispering into Gina’s ear.
Gina closed her eyes as wetness pooled between her legs. India’s words sent shockwaves to her very core. Gina couldn’t get enough of her; she spread her legs some more, letting India have the easiest access possible.
As India sank into her, her hips pressing into Gina’s bum, Gina surrendered herself to them, to whatever this was, this fledging relationship with their off-the-scale connection. She relinquished any control over her feelings in this second, trusting India to keep her safe, having had her trust eroded over the past year. As she rewrote her life script, Gina gave in to her lust, knowing it was the kernel of something that might turn into something far deeper. It already had the power to do so very quickly. Gina knew it, and the way India had stared at her in the lounge, Gina was pretty sure she knew it, too.
She was so close, but Gina wanted to see India’s face. She turned her head, hoping she could convey that without words. She couldn’t manage them right now. Her brain was too scrambled. India seemed to understand.
Gina twisted her body slowly, every movement intense as India twisted her hand along with her, never leaving her. Where had India been all her life?
Gina’s breath bunched in her throat as she eased up the bed, India never taking her eyes from her. Moments later, India settled on top of her, her weight pressing down, her fingers curling into Gina deliciously.
Gina arched her back and rolled her hips, then pressed her head into the pillow as India picked up a delicious rhythm, driving Gina higher and higher.
She let out a low moan as her orgasm ignited deep inside. It started out as a low beat, before the volume increased and rattled through her body. Colours cascaded across the back of her closed eyelids, as Gina reached out and gripped India’s body, pulling her down as she rose up. She was close, so close. She could feel it in her bones, in her veins. She could feel it everywhere.
India slipped her other hand under Gina, raising her bum onto India’s bent knees. Then she circled Gina’s swollen clit, avoiding where Gina needed it most.
Gina cried out again as India’s circles began to close in. She bucked her hips, with no idea what to focus on anymore. India was on top of her, above her, all around her.
Gina opened her eyes to connect with India, just as a flash of intense light throbbed in her eyeline, blazing-hot lust bowling through her. She came undone in seconds, making noises she’d never heard before, because India was making love to her in a way she’d never felt before. India didn’t let up, either. Not until Gina had come again, and she reached down to still her hand. Then India collapsed on top of her, covering Gina’s face and neck with seductive kisses. When Gina opened her eyes again, her fists clinging to the sheets to hold her in place, India’s fingers were still inside her.
She curled them once more, and Gina gasped.
India kissed her lips again, before finally withdrawing. She rolled onto her side, before gathering a quivering Gina into her arms. Then she trailed her index finger — the one that had just been inside Gina — up Gina’s neck and over her chin, making her insides quiver. When India pressed that finger to Gina’s lips, she wilted again.
“Look at me,” India said, her voice soft but firm.
Gina gushed on the spot, doing as she was told.
“Suck my finger.” India’s stare was intense, which only sent Gina’s levels of want higher.
The erotic scent of herself was making her even wetter, and when Gina took India’s finger inside her mouth and moved her tongue around it, she had no idea this level of desire even existed: it was beyond anything Gina had experienced before. India added another finger and Gina sucked it, her thirst overflowing.
Judging by the lust pooling in India’s eyes, it was working for her, too.
After a few more seconds, India withdrew. Then Gina’s eyes widened as India’s fingers travelled south before slipping back inside, fucking her hard, making her come again all over her fingers. Gina no longer had any idea who she’d been before this moment. There was only this day, this hour, and nothing else mattered. India had depleted her utterly, gloriously.
Gina waited a few moments to get her breath back, as India kissed her shoulders. She eventually composed her thoughts before sinking back into India’s arms. “I think I might demand you go away for another week if this is what happens when you get back.” She leaned her head back and kissed India’s cheek lightly.
“I like the sentiment, if not the practice,” India replied, kissing Gina’s lips. “Besides, the whole point of me getting my new flat is so I can spend more time in it. When I first decided to buy it, it was for me. But now it’s for you, too. It’s for us.”
Gina gave her a hazy grin. “For us?” They hadn’t even spoken about what they were as yet. Were they exclusive? Was India her girlfriend? Gina wasn’t going to ask, as it seemed a little juvenile. For now, she was just going with the flow. “I can totally get down with that.”
She shook her head, still dazed from the pleasure India had wrapped her in. “When did you become such a goddess?” The words were out before Gina could contain them. Was it too much? She didn’t care. Gina sat up, still shimmering with desire. “However, you’d be more of a goddess if we got you out of your clothes.”
India gave her a grin before she undid her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, followed by her bra.
She had Gina’s attention now.
India put her fingers to Gina’s lips again, and she sucked obediently. Then India took that finger, and rolled her own nipple between it and her thumb.
Gina was transfixed, her pussy wetter by the second.
India stood up and slipped off her trousers, then her knickers. She was so strong and beautiful; it took Gina a few moments to truly drink her in. But when she did, India was almost too much to take. Until she wasn’t.
India’s toned physique made Gina suddenly more switched on. Everything came into sharper focus. Gina didn’t want to just look. She wanted to touch, to feel.
She pulled India onto the bed, kneeling up beside her, running her hands over India’s skin that went on for miles. She breathed her in, India’s scent raw and alive. Gina could bury herself in it.
As Gina’s mouth travelled down India’s neck, she made sure to take in every part of her, especially India’s deliciously wide collarbone she’d admired from afar. Now, it was on the tip of her tongue and it was glorious. Gina licked a hungry trail along it, making India squirm. Then she dropped to India’s perfect breasts, taking India’s right nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue.
India sucked in a breath.
However, Gina wasn’t staying long.
Throughout India pleasuring her, Gina had one thing on her mind — to drink India in. Literally. Now, she lowered India onto her back, kissed a path from her ribs to her navel, then sank lower still, Gina’s inky hair caressing India’s stomach. Then her mouth and body travelled south, settling over India’s core.
“Spread your legs,” Gina said, her voice gravelly, speaking right over India’s centre, knowing her breath was right where it needed to be.
India groaned again, but complied.
And when she did, Gina swelled with desire, licking her lips: she was desperate to taste her, to be inside her. Gina ran her tongue up the inside of India’s thighs before pulling India closer to her mouth. She parted her legs wider with both hands, before using them to open India’s lips and flick her tongue through her liquid heat, then back down. Slowly, tantalisingly. Just the way Gina knew would drive her mad if India tried the same thing on her.
It had the desired effect as India squirmed beneath her.
It was taking every ounce of willpower Gina had not to bury herself up to her elbows in India, to bring her to a quick climax. But she wanted to take it slow, to give India the best she had.
She swished her tongue around India’s clit with syrupy precision. When she eventually pressed her tongue flat and drove it upwards in grand, masterful strokes, as if she were painting a grand opus, India cried out, her body stiffening as Gina got into her groove. Even more so when Gina slipped two fingers inside her lover: India grabbed her hair and held on.
As Gina swept India over the edge with a luxurious flick of her tongue, bright lights danced in Gina’s soul. India came hard in a hot rush of passion, studding the air with her cries.
Gina’s heart raced. She wanted to stop time in this moment. Finally, she got it. She was experiencing what all those love songs talked about. What everyone else raved about. The club that Gina had assumed had no room for her had finally opened its doors and welcomed her in.
She was the happiest she’d ever been. Light on her feet.
Simply put, Gina was falling in love.
Desire drenched Gina’s body as she gave India another crescendo, before crawling back up her long body and bringing their heads level again.
“Kiss me,” Gina panted, only vaguely aware of where she was and who she was.
India did as she was told, their kisses soft and cushioned after such a frantic workout, their lips warm and tender.
When Gina pulled back, she let a languid smile stroll onto her face. “I could so get used to you.” She stared into India’s crystal-blue eyes, her face red, her breathing sketchy. “You’re beyond exquisite.”
In response, India blew out a long breath. “My brain can’t think of an adequate reply. But I’m glad you’re mine.” She paused, before kissing Gina’s lips again. “I hope you’re mine.”
Gina gulped, then smiled. “If you want me, I’m yours one hundred per cent.”