Page 63 of Sparks Like Ours

“Yeah, but the waves in Australia—I mean, no comparison. BellsBeach is insane. When I’m there, I never want to leave.”

“We should go sometime,” Gia said, seeming to latch onto an idea.“Outside of competition and just eat, drink, and surf.”

Elle rested her chin on her palm dreamily. “Do you know how longit’s been since I’ve taken a surfing trip that didn’t require me to compete?”

“Which is why we should do it. Just think how romantic those beachsunsets are. I’ve never really gotten the chance to share them with someone Icare about.”

“I would love to watch a beach sunset with you, Gia. Your armsaround me.”

Gia smiled at her plate before raising her gaze to Elle’s. “Ican’t come up with anything better than how that would feel.”

“You don’t have to twist my arm. I’m in. I’ll even let you drop inon my waves.” She winked and took a final bite of lemon cake and pointed at Giawith her fork. “That’s a big testament to what I’m feeling for you.”

Gia sat back appearing struck. “That’s the nicest thing you’veever said to me. And I could watch you eat cake for hours, if we’re beinghonest. The way you take your time, pull the fork slowly from your mouth…it’sreally something. I think you should do it again.”

Elle obliged, only slowing down the process further.

They stared at each other as heat flickered between them. Elle setthe fork down slowly. “Wanna get out of here?”

Gia nodded, her darkened eyes giving Elle serious heartpalpitations. Gia gave the best looks, always clear in their meaning andunapologetic. The biggest turn-on, really. She felt that look all over.

Their intertwined hands rested in Gia’s lap on the car ride homeas soft music played from the radio. The city had never looked more alive ormore beautiful than it did as they traveled its winding roads. The hillside andall of its twinkling lights looked down on them. As they neared Elle’sneighborhood, the anticipation of what was to come was nearly all encompassing.Looking forward to finally capitalizing on all things she’d imagined doing toGia rivaled the fear she had of not being able to engage the way she hoped. Itwas a mixed bag. What if sex was an utter failure for her yet again? What ifshe was broken?

As they crossed the threshold of her home, Gia gave Elle’s arm atug. She turned to face her, and Gia took both of her hands, intertwining theirfingers. “You still sure?” The simple question, and the intention behind it,was all Elle needed. The nerves, her fear, disappeared in that moment, replacedby the warmth and strength radiating through to her from Gia’s touch.

Elle took Gia slowly by the hand and led her through the darkenedliving room, down the short hallway, and into her bedroom. She turned on hersmall bedside lamp, because these were moments she needed to see. In fact, shewanted to keep every detail for herself.

Before Gia could even ask, Elle met her eyes and nodded, grantingfinal permission. She unzipped the white dress and it fell from her shouldersand caught around her elbows, exposing her light pink bra. She’d worn the onethat dipped steeply in front, because it made her feel sexy. She didn’t needit, though, she realized. Gia made her feel sexier than she ever had in herentire life.

Gia took over at that point. Moving slowly, she cradled Elle’sface in her hands, her gaze moving from her eyes, to her mouth, to her nearlyexposed breasts. She didn’t say a word, just kissed Elle with measuredprecision. But when she came up for air, her breathing was ragged, and that didthings to Elle. She dropped her arms, allowing the dress to fall to the floor.She stepped out of her heels, which gave Gia the height advantage. With Gia’s raptattention, she unclasped her bra and watched as Gia took in her full breasts.

“Oh my God,” Gia breathed, crushing her mouth to Elle’s. Shewrapped her arms around Elle’s waist and hauled her close. She kissed down thecolumn of Elle’s neck, to her chest. Her hands moved up Elle’s body, betweenthem, to cup her breasts. She gasped as Gia increased pressure before dippingher head and lifting a nipple into her mouth. Elle threw her head back. She’dnever experienced anything so physically powerful, and felt the acute resultsbetween her legs.

“Wow,” she whispered, her own breaths came in fast little spurts.Elle’s hands moved to Gia’s shirt. She pulled it over Gia’s head and quicklyunfastened her pants. Gia obliged and slid out of them, and the skin on displayto Elle now increased her desire exponentially. That body. God. Help. Her.

Gia lowered her onto the bed and lay down alongside her. Ellereached for Gia, needing more of the delicious sensations, craving somethingshe didn’t have a name for. But that was wrong, because she knew. She was onfire, and throbbing, and wanted Gia inside her, desperately. Now.

But Gia had other ideas and seemed to be taking her time. Shelooked down the bed at Elle’s body, partially illuminated by the dim light fromthe lamp, and ran a finger from the waistband of her thong up to her breast,which she circled slowly. She kissed Elle and slid on top of her, placing athigh between Elle’s legs. Elle closed her eyes at the jolt that sent right toher center, and pushed her hips against Gia’s thigh, once and then again. Gia,sensing her urgency, took the cue. “It’s okay,” she whispered, and slid herhand down the front of Elle’s underwear. Elle squirmed and whimpered at theintimate touch. At last. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips against Gia’shand, amazed at the ever-building pressure and how fast it had all happened.She wasthatturned on. “Not yet,” Gia told her, and returned to sucking her breast.

“Oh, God,” Elle managed.

Before she knew it, her thong was off her body, which was good. Sovery good. Gia slid down the bed. The first sensation was Gia’s warm breath,which was almost Elle’s undoing. That was, until she felt her tongue. So manysounds came from her now. Sounds she’d never made before. With Gia’s armswrapped around Elle’s legs, she held her in place and kissed her intimately,torturously so, before tracing patterns with her tongue.

That did it.

Elle raced toward orgasm, amazed by the power, the ferocity of theever-growing tension. She’d never experienced anything like it, not even close.She twisted beneath Gia’s touch, her mouth, desperate, searching for release,moaning quietly without even meaning to. She was not in control of her ownbody, an entirely new experience. Quite the opposite, in fact, and it thrilledher. When she finally came, she did so quietly, shaking, lost in pleasure, likean exploding star. The experience stunned her. Nothing she could have donewould have prepared her for the mental or physical impact of that moment. “Ohmy God,” she whispered, as her hips thrust and Gia’s tongue continued to danceacross her delicately. When the pleasure ebbed, Gia held her legs, and kissedthe insides of her thighs as Elle’s body recovered, as she struggled to makesense of the very new experience.

She tried to find the words to explain how good it felt for Gia totouch her, to be inside her, but nothing she came up with seemed adequate.

“You’re not saying anything,” Gia said, after several extendedmoments passed. She’d joined Elle on the pillow, wrapping her arms around herprotectively.

Elle turned in them and kissed Gia’s cheeks, her nose, and sankinto the warmth of her lips, kissing them extra thoroughly. “What am I to sayabout that unmatched experience?”

“That’s a start.”

She looked up, still searching for descriptors though her mind wasat 50 percent. “It was dismantling.”

“Dismantling,” Gia repeated. “Is that good?”

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