Addicted to you, p.7
Addicted to You, page 7
At that moment, Elin knew she was helpless to deny Marissa anything. She reached across the table tentatively and touched Marissa’s hand. “I missed you too.”
When the waiter arrived with the dessert tray and mechanically described all the delicious fare, Marissa’s eyes searched Elin’s. “Do you care for anything?”
Elin held Marissa’s gaze. “No, nothing there appeals to me.”
Marissa looked at the waiter. “Nothing, just the bill.” Her gaze returned to Elin. “If none of those desserts appeal to you, what does?”
Elin cleared her throat. What do I say now? Instead of speaking, she let a slight smile play on her lips and lowered her eyes. Her face was hot, but not as scorching as the feelings that Marissa was creating throughout her body.
“Spend the night with me,” Marissa said softly.
“My cat will be wondering what has happened to me,” Elin offered. She lifted her head to look at Marissa. “I never stay out this late.” Her gaze again fell to the table again. When she heard no response, Elin raised her head and saw the dark blue eyes beseeching her to stay. Her heart was pounding and every nerve in her body screamed out for a touch. She lowered her eyes.
“I’ve never...”
“Please spend the night with me. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.” For Marissa, those words were strange for every woman she had been with always did exactly what she wanted. But Elin was different, and she would require special extra tender treatment.
“My cat…” Elin looked directly into Marissa’s eyes.
“Will be fine.”
A smoldering gaze ensnared Elin and she wanted nothing more than to find herself lost in it forever. “Yes, she will.”
†
Elin expected they would go to Marissa’s home and was surprised when she steered her into the hotel’s elevator.
Marissa answered her questioning look. “I have a home in the Hamptons, but I have a suite here to live in during the week. The commute from the east end is terrible, and with my job being so stressful I figured I didn’t need the extra hassle.”
When they exited the elevator and stood in front of Marissa’s door, Elin felt both panic and excitement. There was no doubt in her mind that being with Marissa was the right thing to do. The woman excited her as no other ever had, and she at long last wanted to make love. She had waited until the right person came along and she knew, without doubt, that Marissa Banks was the right person.
After closing the door and attaching the security lock, Marissa took Elin into her arms and lightly kissed her lips. Leaning back, she smiled mysteriously.
“Hmm, it would be so easy to get addicted to your kisses.”
Elin wanting, no needing, to kiss her repeatedly, bent forward, but Marissa avoided her advances and took her hand leading her into the bedroom. Once again, she took Elin in her arms and hungrily started kissing the wanting lips. Elin offered no objection to the deep and passionate kisses, enthusiastically taking Marissa’s tongue into her mouth.
Marissa pulled out of the kiss and slowly began to undress her. With each button that came open, she kissed the skin underneath. As Elin’s blouse fell to the floor, Marissa stepped back and looked appraisingly at Elin’s body.
“I’ve thought of you like this ever since I first saw you. Even with your slip I can tell that your body is all I hoped it would be and more.” Elin closed her eyes when Marissa’s fingers slid under the straps of the silk and lifted them so they would fall over Elin’s shoulders before landing on the floor. Again, Marissa’s gaze drifted to the body and the perfect breasts with taunt nipples that even the lacy bra couldn’t contain.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered as she reached behind and unfastened the bra.
Elin flinched when the bra fell away from her body. Although she wanted this, it was strange to be standing there naked in front of Marissa, or anyone for that matter. She watched Marissa’s expression change.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No, that is the last thing I want.” Elin let her arms snake around Marissa’s shoulders to unzip her dress which joined the other garments on the floor. She leaned in and tentatively kissed a creamy shoulder. Her imagining of the moment paled in comparison to the actual event. The feel of the skin under her lips sent shock waves throughout her body and she wanted to feel more.
“Please, Marissa, make love to me.”
A feral smile crossed Marissa’s face as she picked the young girl up and laid her on the bed. “I’ve wanted to make love to you ever since I first saw you.” Then she lowered herself over Elin’s naked body.
Marissa gently stroked every inch of Elin as their naked bodies lay close together. She had never spent as much time with anyone to achieve an orgasm, and although that caused her concern, she went ahead at a slow tempo.
“Do you like how this makes you feel?” Marissa’s fingers made their way down a sweat-soaked belly.
“Yes.”
“And this,” she purred. Her splayed, long tapered fingers leisurely touched Elin’s wet center.
“Oh, yes.” Elin closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation that the fingers were creating.
While her fingers tantalized, Marissa’s mouth kissed the hollow in Elin’s neck before her lips moved down to capture an extended nipple. She sucked softly at first then took in as much breast as she could and began kneading it with her mouth.
Elin moaned, arching her back, which encouraged Marissa to suck harder. At the same time, Elin raised her hips, urgently wanting to feel the long fingers inside her. When it came, her orgasm was long, hard, and sustained. Marissa’s touch had her senses on overload and never in her life had she felt so completely loved. Just when she thought she had achieved the ultimate release, the woman’s touch would electrify her to heights she never imagined were possible.
The spasms finally subsided, and Elin sighed when Marissa held her close, kissing her softly. She whispered, “Elin you are so beautiful. I have never felt this way before.” Soon Marissa’s lips found hers and they became embroiled in a deep soulful kiss.
Elin pulled away and held Marissa’s face in her hands.
“Will you teach me how to make love to you?”
Marissa smiled rakishly. She held off her own orgasm longer than she ever had before. She needed immediate relief. She took one of Elin’s hands and led it down past the curly hair to her saturated center. She then placed her fingers on top of Elin’s and guided them inside. Slowly she moved their fingers in short strokes then pressed their middle fingers against her g spot.
Raggedly Marissa said, “Always remember that spot.” She then bore down hard on Elin’s middle finger. Her orgasm didn’t take long to materialize—she had been ready for it for weeks.
“Again,” she commanded and held Elin’s fingers inside her. Marissa’s body stiffened as her hips moved rapidly to keep pace with the questing fingers. One powerful orgasm after another wracked her body unmercifully consuming every fiber of her being.
As she lay there wrapped in Elin’s arms, Marissa wondered what had just happened to her. She couldn’t recall holding anyone the way she was tenderly holding the younger woman. Her fantasies with Rachel paled in comparison to reality, and there was nothing in her recent memories to compare with the effect that Elin just had. The young girl was sleeping soundly in her arms and she wondered if this liaison was like all the others. Of course, it was—she never did longer than a weekend.
†
When Elin opened her eyes, she saw a sleeping Marissa lying close to her. Closing her eyes again, she vividly recalled the night before as her body reacted to the memories. Now, with clarity, she knew what her mind had been trying to tell her for the past week—she and Marissa were destined to be one. She snuggled closer and nuzzled her neck.
“Good morning.”
She watched as Marissa’s face at first looked like she was trying to figure something out before she smiled.
“Good morning.” She then turned over and pulled Elin close. “I love waking up with you in my arms,” she cooed. “Can you feel the connection between us?”
“Mm-hmm. Can we please make love again?”
“We can make love all day if you want.” Marissa ran her fingers over bulging nipples. “I can start here and then when you want more, I can go,” her fingers trailed down between her legs, “here.” She slid a finger inside, then two. “How does this feel?”
Elin could only moan as she spread her legs wider and lifted her hips.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Marissa then slid her fingers out.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. I’ve just begun.” Marissa gently rolled Elin on to her back. “I want you to feel everything.” Her eyes raked over the naked body before her lips began their exploration with kisses that trailed down her body before her tongue began licking.
Elin gasped. Never in her life had she realized that her body could feel such things. Euphoria. Want. Need. Joy. Life was made perfect by Marissa loving her.
†
Marissa woke up but didn’t open her eyes. It had been a long time since she had felt so rested. Elin was a wonderful elixir that she didn’t know she needed. She stretched and opened her eyes. What she saw woke her completely. No one ever left her until she told them to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going,” she said angrily to the naked girl. What she hadn’t counted on was the disarming smile on the girl’s face or the predatory way she crawled up the bed.
Elin leaned in and kissed her soundly, then said, “I need to go home and take care of my cat.” She kissed Marissa again, pulled back, and smiled. “I need to change my clothes. Day old panties are yucky.”
Marissa turned her head away. “I was hoping you would stay the weekend.”
“I’ll be back. My parents always call on Saturday and if I’m not there they will panic.” When Marissa refused to look in her direction, Elin touched Marissa’s face.
Marissa slapped the hand away. “Stop.”
“Please don’t be angry with me,” Elin pleaded. “I need to feed my cat and get clean clothes.”
“Isn’t there someone you could call to feed the cat?” Marissa had been in this scenario more times than not and knew exactly how to achieve the results she wanted. Some women needed the direct approach—you’re not leaving—while others needed a guilt trip—that was this girl. What she wanted was Elin there, with her, for the weekend and that was how it would be.
“Well, there’s Mrs. Wilkerson across the hall but she is old and doesn’t get around very easily.”
“You never know until you ask.”
“But, Marissa, that doesn’t solve the problem of my clothes.”
Marissa squeezed her eyes and when she looked at Elin her forced tears were rolling down her face. “I was hoping that when I took your clothes off last night they would stay off.”
Elin leaned in and held Marissa close. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, but I have responsibilities.”
Marissa’s body stiffened.
“Then just go.” Marissa pushed Elin away. “Just get out of here.”
Elin reeled at the rejection. “No. I don’t want to go.”
Marissa got up out of the bed, walked quickly to the bathroom, and closed the door with a bang.
“What do I do now?” Panic filled Elin’s mind as she realized that she had ruined everything. All she wanted to do was feed Kati and get a change of clothes. “Shit, what can I do to make things right. I can’t lose her...not now.”
She quickly sent a quick text message to her mother to tell her she’d call them tomorrow evening. Once she was home, she’d figure out what to tell her mother.
When Marissa came out of the bathroom, she was pleased to see Elin still naked and standing by the bed looking grief stricken.
“I thought I told you to leave,” she said coldly while moving forebodingly toward the girl. Marissa stood so close to Elin that she could feel the heat radiating from the young woman’s body.
“You don’t really want to go do you?” She bent and repeatedly kissed Elin’s lips lightly before her tongue parted them and entered. “Are you wet for me?”
Elin swallowed. “Yes.”
“Show me what you’re feeling,” Marissa whispered. She saw Elin’s look of confusion, took the girl’s hand, and led it down her body. “Touch yourself and come for me.”
Elin hesitated.
Marissa looked at her poised hand and nodded. “Show me,” she demanded.
Elin looked helpless to do anything but comply as she slid her fingers through her slick wet middle before sliding them inside and kept her gaze fixed on the dark-blue eyes.
Marissa knew that the young shop girl would feel a heightened sexual rush knowing that she was watching her. It didn’t take long before she saw Elin’s eyes close as she cried out as her body erupted strongly in pleasure.
Marissa stood and watched as Elin removed her fingers. “Did that feel good?”
“Yes,” Elin said breathlessly.
“Take your wet fingers and run them across your lips.” Marissa saw the objection in the girl’s eyes. “Do it.”
Elin slowly began to run her fingers over her lips.
“Now lick them.” It was not a request.
Elin gulped but complied.
Marissa watched in fascination as the girl licked every part of her hand. This is like taking candy from a baby. She smiled and seductively moved closer and let her tongue run lightly across Elin’s lips.
“Hmm, I like how you taste. Do you want to feel my tongue lick your pussy like I did last night?”
“Yes.” Elin was trembling with what only could be anticipation.
Marissa sat Elin down on the bed and spread her legs before she knelt on the floor and lowered her head between the girl’s thighs and the soaked center. When she finished, she pushed Elin down on the bed before straddling her face. “Now, it’s your turn.”
When Elin eagerly complied, Marian knew she’d stay the weekend.
Several hours later both women were satisfied and laid wrapped in each other’s arms. Elin breathed in the heady smells and sighed in deep satisfaction. “I want to stay here with you.”
“What about your cat, your parents, and your damn underwear?”
“I will call Mrs. Wilkerson and my parents,” Elin countered. “I just have a thing about wearing day old panties.” She shrugged and looked pleadingly at her lover.
“Don’t wear any.”
Elin blushed. “I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t feel right.”
“Get up and put on your blouse then go sit in the chair by the desk,” Marissa ordered.
Elin dutifully obeyed. “This feels funny.”
“Close your eyes and pretend you are at work on Monday, the phone rings and you are told it is for you.”
“Okay.”
“When you answer you hear my voice and I ask if you are alone. What do you tell me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, are you wearing any panties?”
“No.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“I can’t, not here.”
“Sure, you can. Just slide your hand down between your legs.” Marissa smiled when she saw the young girl comply.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“How wet?”
“Very.”
“Slide your finger inside.” Marissa felt her arousal begin as she watched Elin’s reactions.
“Does that feel good?”
The woman’s voice captivated Elin. “Oh yes.”
“Slowly slide you finger in further.” Marissa got out of bed and stood next to Elin, watching and wanting.
“Make yourself come.”
Elin’s finger slowly began to slide in and out of the slick opening until the need overwhelmed her and she pumped harder. When she felt Marissa’s finger join hers, she stopped.
“Don’t stop,” Marissa demanded. She straddled Elin’s legs, grabbed the girl’s free hand, and guided it to her own need.
†
Elin woke with a start not knowing where she was until she looked over and saw Marissa sleeping soundly next to her. Is this real? Stretching slightly and closing her eyes, she remembered the night before and Marissa’s insatiable need to make love even in the showers they shared. Yep, it’s real. She pulled the sheet aside and carefully got up.
“Where are you going?” a sleep filled voice asked.
“To the bathroom.”
“Don’t be long.”
When she laid back down Marissa pulled her in close for a kiss. “Hmm this is perfect,” she whispered before adding, “It’s my turn.” Marissa rolled off the bed to use the bathroom.
Sliding back under the sheets Marissa moved close to Elin. “Did you miss me?” she purred, breathing in deeply.
“I never want to lose sight of you,” Elin said.
“All you have to do when I am not there is close your eyes and dream. There is always going to be this connection between us.”
Elin’s heart soared with the words. Never had anyone wanted or loved her so passionately. The word floated in her head as she captured Marissa’s lips. Her hand ran over the full inviting breasts as her lips moved to a tempting ear lobe. Her tongue darted in and out of Marissa’s ear then stopped.
“I’m in love with you,” she whispered. “I’m in love with you.”
Marissa had heard the words a countless of times and would always silently congratulate herself for the victory. But this was different—Elin was not like all the others. Her hands captured the young girl’s face as her eyes searched Elin’s.
“Let me show you how I feel about you,” she said as she began a tender assault on Elin’s willing body.
†
The two women stood close as Marissa’s arm rose to hail a cab.
