Page 60 of Marry Me

That’s what the weight of Megan on top of her amounted to. She placed her hips between Allison’s legs and rocked slowly, pushing against her insistently, which quickly built the pressure between Allison’s legs and had her breathing shallow and quick. She was simply overcome with sensation she didn’t recognize. How in the world did this woman know how to drive her absolutely crazy? Megan’s hips continued the wonderful torture. She was so close. And then the rocking stopped. Allison nearly wept. That was until her legs were parted gently, and she felt the warmth of Megan’s mouth kissing her center, then licking her softly in small circles. The noises she heard in the room were hers, but she wasn’t aware of the effort it took to make them. She was quite simply undone and traveling at a fast rate of speed toward something important. Megan reached up and found her hands, intertwining their fingers tightly as she pulled Allison into her mouth fully. “Oh my God,” Allison said, digging her nails into Megan’s skin until she came in a glorious wash of unhinged pleasure. Her hips wereoff the bed, but Megan had her, reclaiming her hand and pushing her fingers inside, which doubled the payout. Allison rode her hand, not holding back, feeling sexy and satisfied with each wonderful wave.

“How?” was all she managed when she came back to herself again. She tried for air, but it was scarce.

“You make it really easy,” Megan said, lying alongside her.

“I mean, did you feel that, though?” She shook her head, still not quite sure she believed how amazing that orgasm had been.

“I felt every second of it. Trust me.”

“We’re not done,” Allison said automatically.

“We don’t have to immediately—”

“Oh yes, we do,” Allison said, unable to wait another second to have her way with Megan, something she’d daydreamed about a million times. She shoved her nerves to the side and followed her instincts. She climbed on top, kissed the tops of Megan’s breasts, unclasped her bra after only two and half tries, and let her breasts tumble out. Stunning. She blinked at the image of Megan on her back, topless and ready. She slid the yellow underwear down her legs and exhaled, calming herself. Her touches were timid at first, but as Megan responded, offering encouraging sounds, she used them as a guidepost. She allowed her fingers to play between Megan’s legs, learning what she felt like, what kinds of touches she liked. She smiled when Megan closed her eyes and gasped, feeling the kind of heady power she could get used to. She crawled up Megan’s body, kissed her neck slow and lazy as she pumped her hips nestled between Megan’s, luxuriating in the connection she felt to Megan when they came together. “I’m so close,” Megan said weakly, almost in awe. Allison didn’t stop. In fact, she picked up her speed, pressing more firmly against Megan’s center, taking her nipples into her mouth one at a time. On instinct, she bit down.

“Yes,” Megan hissed, tossing an arm over her eyes, her hips moving wildly.

Allison reached between them into wetness and found her most sensitive spot, pressing firmly in rhythm until Megan whimpered and went rigid, her back arched in the most beautiful display. Allison memorized the image, allowing it to burn itself into her brain.

When Megan floated back to them, she found Allison’s face and pulled her down to her. “Are you okay?”

Allison didn’t hesitate, on a high. “I’m struck. I’m in…awe. That was so much more than I had planned on.”

Megan pushed herself up on her elbows. “In a good way?”

Allison laughed. “In the best way.” She lay back on the pillow and grinned at the ceiling, like a kid who’d just been presented with a new bike on Christmas. “You know, I’m usually a one and done kinda person. But I could do this a lot more. Tonight, even.”

Megan laughed, and looked up at Ally. “I’m happy to have inspired your appetite.”

“You inspired a lot more than just that.” She captured Megan’s mouth for a kiss she never wanted to end, doing everything in her power to savor the feeling of Megan’s naked body pressed beneath hers, the manner in which their curves melded together perfectly, and how poignant it was to experience Megan’s heartbeat against her chest. She would remember this night for the rest of her life and knew with unshakable certainty that she’d never look at the world the same way again. How could she when she’d been forever changed?

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Megan awoke to sunshine streaming in from the picture window across from her bed. Of course it would be a sunny morning. It had to be. The cheerful beams that nudged her awake were the only possible greeting on a day like this one. When her eyes had fluttered open a few minutes before, she found herself snuggled up to Allison’s warm body from behind, inhaling the now very familiar scent of her shampoo, smiling, and closing her eyes again to absorb the wonderful moment. Bask in it.

The night before had been everything, exceeding her expectations. The newness, the chemistry, the off-the-charts lust, and that didn’t even touch on the depth of feeling that swirled within her. She shook her head in awe of the heat they’d managed, which was usually something two people worked up to, once they knew each other’s bodies well enough to act blindly. They shockingly hadn’t needed the practice and fit together by perfect design. Her heart ached pleasantly at the memory of the tenderness. She brushed the thick blond hair off Allison’s neck and placed a soft kiss there, already aroused from her glimpses of hernaked body beneath Megan’s sheets. At the same time, she didn’t want to wake her, because she looked so much like an angel dropped to Earth. The decision was a war for the ages. Luckily, she didn’t have to leave for that Saturday’s wedding until lunchtime, given that it was just a few blocks away at the Adolphus. Low-stress travel for her.

She traced one finger along the skin from Allison’s shoulder to her forearm. So incredibly smooth. Gorgeous skin. The sheet left Allison’s right breast partially visible to just below the nipple. Megan inhaled at the perfection of its shape and continued to trace, this time the curve of Allison’s breast. At the soft touch, Ally adjusted, pushing closer against Megan’s touch. She kept her fingertips featherlight, circling the breast widely and then in smaller circles until she got closer and closer to the nipple. When Ally’s breathing went noticeably shallow, Megan smiled. She was awake. She placed a slow kiss just below Ally’s earlobe and pulled a soft murmur of appreciation as Ally’s backside was pressed into Megan more firmly. “Good morning,” Megan whispered only to see the corner of Ally’s mouth turn up in a smile.

“Hi, you,” Allison said quietly. “What amazing things are you doing to me at this hour?”

“Just hoping to wake you up a little. Slowly, of course. No rush.”

Because she couldn’t seem to stop touching Allison, Megan slid her arm beneath Ally’s for better access. She cupped the breast from behind and did the same on the other side. This allowed her to pull Ally against her, which shot up her own want several notches. As she massaged Ally’s breasts, pushing her back against her body, Ally’s hips began to rock subtly. Megan knew the cue. She pinched her nipples, and Allison gasped, squeezing Megan’s wrist and then encouraging the circular motion, silently asking for more. She slid the sheet down Ally’s body, exposing more of her beauty. Holding their position, she trailed one hand lower, gliding her fingers along the skin of Allison’s rib cage, the small swell of her stomach, to the spot between her legs, where she slid her fingers between damp folds. Ally whimpered, rocking against her hand, slowly and then quicker. Megan held her around the waist with one arm and went to work between Allison’s legs, exploring, touching, teasing, listening to the amazing soft sounds of pleasure Allison offered. Finally, with two fingers, she slid into warmth and found a steady rhythm that Allison matched. She kept her eyes on Ally,watching what she could see of her face. Her eyes were closed. Her lips parted. Her breathing ragged. When she cried out and went taut, Megan held her tighter, slowing her movement, bringing her down from the heights of pleasure slowly until Ally finally went limp in her arms.

“Mornings at your place deliver,” Allison finally blurted.

Megan laughed and turned Ally to face her. “This one is unique.”

“Ooh, good answer.”

They shared a kiss, and Allison stared into her eyes. She seemed so relaxed, happy. “People are getting married today.”

“They are. Romance is in the air. Henry and Frederick. They have good taste and the wedding should be fantastic as long as the venue remembers our food-allergic guests. There are six of all varying types.”

“Wow.”

“My job is to keep them alive and away from tonight’s shellfish.”

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