Just a touch away, p.36
Just a Touch Away, page 36
But deep down, she knew this was different. She wanted it to be different. For the first time in her life, she wanted to let her guard down and make love, not only have sex. She just hoped she could show Hannah, an expert in communicating via touch, how much she meant to her.
When they paused in front of her bed, Hannah’s gaze raked over her, heating every inch of skin it touched.
Unable to wait any longer, Winter pulled her against her body and captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that quickly grew more passionate.
Hannah trailed her hands over Winter’s hips, her back, her shoulders, up her nape, and into her still-damp hair, as if desperate to feel all of her.
Winter ached to feel her skin too. She pulled away for a moment, reached for the hem of Hannah’s shirt, and raised it up. Below her breasts, she paused and looked up into Hannah’s eyes. Consent, she reminded herself. Hannah lived by that rule as a pro cuddler, so it was probably important to her right now too. “Can I…?”
Hannah smiled as if she knew exactly why Winter had paused—a big, happy smile full of love. It brought out her dimples, so Winter leaned in and kissed each of them.
“Yes,” Hannah whispered before their lips met again.
They separated just long enough for Winter to pull the T-shirt up and over Hannah’s head.
As the shirt dropped to the floor, Hannah stood in front of her, barefoot, in only a pair of faded jean shorts and a cream-colored bra that was slightly too small, as if she’d run out of the better-fitting ones as laundry day approached.
The snug fit made the ensemble even sexier in Winter’s eyes. She yearned to kiss the swells of Hannah’s lush breasts that peeked out above the edge of the bra. But first, she would drink in her beauty.
Hannah’s cheeks flushed as she followed Winter’s gaze, taking in her bra. “I think it doesn’t match my panties.” She pulled the waistband of her shorts away from her hips and peeked beneath. “Nope, it doesn’t.”
Winter nearly melted on the spot. How could one woman be so cute and so hot at the same time? “Well,” she said, her voice husky, “then we’d better take them off to avoid the mismatch.”
Hannah chuckled. “Mmm, I love a creative woman.” She reached down to unbutton her shorts.
“Oh no.” Winter gently brushed her hands away from the button. “I was never one to let anyone else open my gifts, and I’m not about to start now.”
“Gift, hmm?”
“Yeah.” That was what Hannah was to her, and she was about to show her—all night long.
Hannah’s breath was hot on Winter’s neck, making her hands a bit unsteady as she undid the button, then slowly slid the zipper down. The knuckle of her index finger brushed along a black pair of panties.
Hannah inhaled sharply but stood still and let Winter undress her.
She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Hannah’s shorts and pulled them down along with the mismatched panties, allowing her hands to trail over Hannah’s generous hips as she went. When she reached Hannah’s soft thighs, she knelt to draw her shorts and panties down the rest of the way, which brought her lips level with the curve of Hannah’s belly. She kissed it once, gently, then a second time, just an inch above the curly patch of hair.
Her nostrils flared as she took in Hannah’s slightly musky scent and allowed herself a second to fantasize about sliding her mouth down and—
She stopped herself and glanced up along Hannah’s body. Would Hannah allow that? Would she enjoy it?
Hannah stared back with dilated pupils. She laughed shakily. “You’d better come up here, or you won’t get to enjoy your gift for very long.” Her chest was heaving, reminding Winter that the bra really needed to come off.
“We can’t have that.” She wanted to explore every inch of Hannah’s beautiful body before she let her tumble over the edge. “Maybe later, then.” She brushed one last kiss onto Hannah’s lower belly, then rose to her feet. Her already hard nipples slid over Hannah’s skin, making both of them shiver. If they continued like this, they both wouldn’t last for very long.
She put one hand on Hannah’s hip, steadying herself, as she reached around her with the other. Maybe she hadn’t lost her entire skill set because the hooks of Hannah’s bra gave way on the first try. Grinning in triumph, she drew first one strap, then the other down Hannah’s shoulders and kissed the red lines they had left on her pale skin.
The bra dropped to the floor, and Hannah stood in front of her completely naked.
Ignoring her body’s protest, Winter took half a step back to admire her.
Their bodies looked nothing alike—Hannah was all soft curves where Winter had the long lines and slender, wiry muscles of a runner—but Winter could already imagine how perfect Hannah would feel against her.
Hannah reached up to pull the rubber band from her hair. The movement raised one full breast higher, lifting the rosy nipple toward Winter’s appreciative gaze. Her chocolate-brown hair tumbled down over her bare shoulders.
Holy mother of hotness! She was gorgeous.
Winter needed to have her—love her—now. She couldn’t wait one moment longer to feel every inch of Hannah’s skin against hers. “I need you on the bed. Now.”
The note of command in her voice made a visible shiver run through Hannah.
Ooh. Hannah liked her taking charge. Her old confidence settled over Winter like a familiar jacket. She guided Hannah backward, onto the bed, and immediately followed her down.
Hannah parted her legs, making space for Winter to settle between them.
The first brush of skin against skin, breast against breast made both of them moan.
As much as she wanted to devour Hannah, make her cry out, she forced herself to slow down and take in every little detail. In the past, she had allowed herself to be passionate but not tender. Being affectionate had always made her feel weak, but it was different with Hannah.
She shifted so she was reclining half next to Hannah, half on top of her. Braced on one elbow, she started with feathery caresses of her face, tracing her nose, her cheeks, the contours of her ears, first with her fingertips, then with her lips.
Hannah’s pulse thrummed against her mouth as she trailed kisses down the side of her neck. She explored the smooth skin of one shoulder, the crook of her elbow, the sensitive spot on the inside of her wrist.
Each touch caused a reaction—a shiver, a quiet gasp, a scattering of goose bumps that Winter tasted with her tongue.
“Mmm, you feel incredible.”
“Me?” Hannah chuckled hoarsely. “You’re the incredible one. You make me feel like I’m being worshipped.”
“Good.” But there was a lot more of Hannah to worship. She reached up and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Hannah’s ear. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay? Or if I miss a favorite spot.”
Hannah caught Winter’s hand and nibbled her finger, setting off unexpected sparks much farther down Winter’s body. Heat simmered in Hannah’s eyes. “I’m finding new favorites as you go, but you missed my top three so far.”
“Don’t worry,” Winter said huskily. “I’m confident I’ll find them.”
She pressed open-mouthed kisses to Hannah’s upper chest, getting closer and closer to the swell of her breasts, then couldn’t resist tasting the salty skin with light flicks of her tongue. As she slid a little lower in bed, she glanced up to make sure Hannah was still okay with what she was doing. “Am I getting any closer?”
Hannah met her gaze with passion-flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”
Winter lowered her head and, with the tip of her tongue, trailed smaller and smaller circles on one breast until Hannah squirmed against her.
“Winter, please.”
The desire in Hannah’s voice sent a ripple of need down Winter’s own body. She cupped one breast with her hand and lowered her mouth onto the nipple.
With a moan, Hannah tunneled her fingers into Winter’s hair, holding her in place.
Winter caressed her breast with her lips and her tongue while she stroked the other breast, teasing the nipple with the pad of her thumb.
Hannah arched against her. Her fingers tightened in Winter’s hair, and her hips bucked upward to press against Winter’s thigh, coating her skin with wetness. “Winter,” she gasped out again.
Winter had never loved her name so much. She gave Hannah’s nipple one last kiss, then lifted her head to look up at her.
The raw desire in Hannah’s eyes made an answering need spiral through Winter’s lower belly.
“Please,” Hannah whispered. “Touch me.” She took Winter’s hand that had been on her breast and directed it down her body.
A sharp surge of arousal rushed through Winter. A woman who wasn’t afraid to show her what she wanted was hot.
She trailed her hand down Hannah’s silky belly and through her damp curls.
Hannah’s guiding hand left her own to clutch Winter’s back. A needy sound escaped her throat, making Winter’s head spin.
God, that sound. She pressed her lips to Hannah’s as she slid into her wetness.
Hannah gasped against her mouth. She ran her hands restlessly across Winter’s back. The light scrape of her nails sent pulses of desire through Winter’s body.
She kept looking at Hannah’s face as she started to stroke her—small, light circles, then long swipes, needing to know what would make Hannah shiver or gasp again. “Like this? Or this?” She went back to tracing circles.
“Yes,” Hannah rasped out. “Both. Everything. Please. Can you…?” She reached down, slid her fingers along Winter’s forearm, and pressed her hand lower.
Winter’s own stomach tightened as she eased one finger inside.
Hannah let out a wordless cry and surged up against her.
Their mouths connected again with searing urgency.
Winter withdrew, then pressed back in with two fingers.
Hannah broke away from the kiss to draw in a ragged breath. She dropped her head back with complete abandon and rocked her hips against Winter’s fingers, driving them deeper.
The little sounds she made turned Winter inside out. Watching her get lost in pleasure was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Hannah’s unguarded response to her was sexy and scary at the same time.
Winter stroked her, long and deep, not taking her eyes off her face for a second because she saw it all there, every sensation, every emotion Hannah felt. So hot. Bone-melting hot.
Hannah’s eyes drooped shut.
“No,” Winter whispered, voice raw. “Please. I love your eyes. I want them on me when I make you come.”
Hannah made a low, urgent sound deep in her throat that sent need blazing through Winter’s belly. Her eyes fluttered open, and their gazes connected.
Winter’s breath caught in her chest at the intimacy of the moment. Without pausing her strokes, she rubbed the heel of her hand over Hannah’s clit.
A long moan tore itself from Hannah’s chest. She clutched at Winter’s back with both hands. Her nails dug into Winter’s skin as she surged up against her one last time.
Winter felt as if she would burst into a million pieces right along with her. She followed Hannah down as she collapsed back onto the bed and kissed her damp neck, the corner of her mouth, her reddened lips.
When the flutters around her fingers ebbed away, she gently withdrew and took Hannah into her arms.
Hannah was still trembling. Then Winter realized they both were.
Tightly, Hannah wrapped her arms around Winter. Her soft thigh slid between Winter’s, making her acutely aware of her own arousal.
She pressed down with her hips, searching for some friction, but Hannah was having none of it.
She rolled out from under Winter and urged her onto her back, then settled between her legs. Her passionate gaze swept down Winter’s body as if trying to decide where to start. Finally, she captured Winter’s mouth in a searing kiss that left Winter dizzy with desire. She nipped at Winter’s earlobe, which made her shudder, so she did it again.
Winter tried to steady her out-of-control breathing as Hannah sucked on the sensitive spot beneath her ear, then slid her lips lower, down her neck, where she covered every inch with teasing nips and hot kisses. When she reached Winter’s chest, she paused and nuzzled the damp skin between her breasts.
Winter let out an agonized grunt. “You’re missing all the top spots too.”
“You mean this one?” Hannah grinned against her skin, then pulled back a little and touched Winter’s nipple with one finger.
The barely there touch sent a jolt of desire straight to Winter’s core.
“Or this one?” Hannah rubbed her thumb across the other nipple.
Winter groaned. She should have known Hannah would be like this—tender, passionate, playful, and entirely maddening.
“Mmm, this is a good spot.” Hannah hummed against her nipple, then took it into her mouth.
Winter arched into the touch and clutched the sheet with both hands.
“Or did you mean this one?” Hannah slid her lips down Winter’s stomach, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her way down.
Blood roared through Winter’s ears. Helplessly, she clasped Hannah’s shoulder. “Wait! Wait. You don’t…” She could barely get enough air into her lungs to talk.
Hannah stopped immediately and moved back up the bed so they were at eye level with each other. She looked at Winter with a worried expression. “Is there anything I…we should be concerned about?”
Winter blinked at her. “What?”
“Crap. We should have talked about it before. I’ve been tested, and I’m negative. You?”
Oh. She was talking about STIs. “Me too, but that’s not why… Just because I made a joke about liking oral during our first cuddle session doesn’t mean you have to…”
“Have to?” Hannah’s hair tickled Winter’s shoulder as she firmly shook her head. “I want to. Unless… Wait. Did you say joke? So you don’t actually like it?”
“No, no, I love it, but…” Winter swallowed against a dry throat. “I was mostly talking about giving, not receiving.”
“Oh. So you don’t like that?”
Winter’s cheeks burned as if she were a teenager talking about sex for the first time. “I don’t usually let anyone touch me like that. It’s too much. Too intimate.” She wouldn’t admit that to anyone else, but this was Hannah.
“That’s okay. I don’t need to do that. Not when there are so many other things I could do.” Hannah trailed one finger along Winter’s side, soothing, but also arousing.
But Winter realized she wanted that kind of intimacy with Hannah. Her stomach quivered at the mere thought of it. “No. I want you to make love to me. With your mouth.”
Hannah’s pupils dilated. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Enthusiastically yes.”
Hannah leaned down and kissed her. It started out as a tender touch of her lips to Winter’s, but as Winter drew her fingertips down Hannah’s bare back until she reached the lush curve of her butt, it quickly heated up.
Hannah captured both of Winter’s hands, spread her arms to either side, and pressed them onto the mattress. “No distractions. It’s my turn to devour you.”
And then she did just that.
She cupped one breast in her palm, which was a perfect fit, took the hard nipple into her mouth, and sucked gently.
Pressure gathered low in Winter’s belly. She lifted one hand off the mattress and buried her fingers in Hannah’s hair to hold her against her breast. Oh my God. If Hannah wasn’t careful…
As if reading her thoughts, Hannah switched to the other nipple and swirled her tongue around it.
Winter groaned long and deep. She flexed her fingers against the back of Hannah’s head.
Hannah kissed her nipple one last time, then moved on. Her lips felt hot against Winter’s belly, threatening to catch her entire body on fire. Her hair trailed over Winter’s overheated skin, softly tickling and ratcheting up her anticipation.
Since when was her body this sensitive?
She was so turned on, she’d probably come the moment Hannah even breathed on her.
“Oh no, not yet,” Hannah whispered as if once again reading her thoughts. “I want to enjoy you first.” She blazed a trail of nibbles and kisses over Winter’s lower belly, her hips, the sensitive bend of her legs, igniting little fires along her skin.
“Hannah.” Winter pulled one knee up, opening herself up to her, but Hannah didn’t seem to be in a hurry to accept the invitation.
She slid lower in bed, raised herself up, and pressed a kiss to Winter’s knee. Inch by torturous inch, she let her lips wander up Winter’s leg and kissed the inside of her thigh.
A helpless gasp escaped Winter.
Without lifting her head away, Hannah reached up and dragged her fingertips down Winter’s quivering belly, from the curve of her breasts to her pubic hair, then back up again.
Shivers of desire raced through Winter. She sharply drew in air through her teeth as Hannah’s tantalizing caresses worked her into a fevered frenzy. Finally, she couldn’t take another second of this sweet torture. “I need you.” She’d never said that to anyone. It was even scarier than I love you, but now she couldn’t not say it.
“You have me,” Hannah whispered, her breath warm on Winter’s sensitive skin. She dipped her head and tasted her.
At the first touch of her tongue, Winter couldn’t stop the helpless sound that rose up in her throat; didn’t want to stop it. With Hannah, she didn’t want to hold anything back.
Not that she could have. As Hannah’s tongue slid through her wetness, all she could do was tangle her fingers in Hannah’s hair and urge her closer. Hannah’s mouth on her felt amazing. She sucked air into her lungs in desperate puffs.
Hannah made a hum of enjoyment as she tasted her.
Winter felt the vibrations of the sexy sound deep inside of her. The muscles in her thighs strained as she dug her feet into the mattress and pressed herself against Hannah’s mouth again and again. She tried to lift her head to watch Hannah between her legs, but her muscles wouldn’t cooperate. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All she could do was surrender to Hannah’s touch as everything spun out of control. She clawed the fingers of her free hand into the sheet again, twisting it.
