Page 35 of Stay Here Tonight
“I remember.”
“What was your favorite part?”
“Of your naked body?”
“Yes.”
Maxine’s hand traveled down the front of her lover’s body while Lydia thought of an answer.The fuck? How am I supposed to think with her… oh, God, that’s my nipple. That’s my thigh! She’s not gonna… oh, fuck, she is.For the second time that night, Maxine’s fingers were inside Lydia’s favorite place to be touched.
“I like everything,” she said in a last-ditch effort to do as asked.
“That’s not a real answer.” Maxine’s fingers thrust upward.Yes, both of them!She hadn’t dared back in the limo. “Give it to me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Lydia caught her breath before it could fall from her lips. “I like your neck.”
Maxine’s fingers stopped moving. “My neck?” She let disbelief enter her voice.
“Yes… I always catch myself looking at it.” Maxine was proportional everywhere except for her neck, which was slightly longer than one would expect. She could wear earrings five inches long and get away with it. And the white of it! Maxine was finely tanned all over except for that one spot on her throat. To a discerning lesbian, that spot may have well said“Suck me!”
It helped that the neck was also the bridge between the face and the chest. Two other beautiful spots on Maxine’s body.
“Interesting.”
“What do you think of me?”
“From the view I have, I can safely say that I like you all over.”
What a cop-out. Lydia wouldn’t protest, though. She was up for her lover thinking whatever she wanted.
Maxine continued to slowly fuck the depths of Lydia’s body. The silence would have been excruciating if it weren’t for the soft purrs coming out of Maxine’s throat. Softer kisses. The softest caresses to the rest of her body.
If things went the way Lydia had fantasized, this was only a gentle prelude to harder things to come.
“You ready, Liddie?” It was also not the first time that night Lydia tasted herself on Maxine’s fingers. “Because I think you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” The universe knew this poor soul was more than ready to get what she had confessed to wanting. Maxine was the first woman Lydia even felt comfortable talking to about her fantasies. How strange. They barely knew each other. Only had sex once before – the occasion in the limo aside. Was it actually possible that Lydia could have that level of comfort with a woman she barely knew? Or was she so lost in her crushes and attractions that she couldn’t think clearly?
Honestly, when Maxine Woodward promised to deliver something they both loved to do, reason went out the fire escape even when the building wasn’t in flames.
Lydia hadn’t realized how tired her arms were until detached from the ropes above her head. They swung downward, grazing Maxine’s bare skin, in case Lydia needed proof that her girlfriend had unbuttoned her blouse.
Lydia didn’t need her sight to know that the room spun. The next few minutes were such a blur of hedonistic wanting that Lydia Kellerman feared she’d miss out on something grand if she didn’t force herself to pay attention to the world opening up around her. So what if she didn’t have her sight? She had every other sense God had given her. The greatest one was the sensation of touch firing up her body as she landed face first on Maxine’s bed, arms extended above her head, still handcuffed.
“What kind of woman are you, Liddie?” That was the question setting Lydia’s existence on fire as Maxine touched every inch of skin available to her. Sometimes she squeezed this, teased that,lickedwhatever was in between, but all Lydia clung to was the sentence still burning in her ear. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it again.”
Lydia had already told her in the limo, when Maxine fingered her and breathed heavy words into her ear. Back then, Lydia’s nipples had tingled in lusty frustration. Now they begged to be touched by more than the bedding beneath them.
“I’m the kind who wants things she’s not supposed to want.”
“None of that talk is allowed in my bedroom. Anything I offer you is more than acceptable. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now I’ll ask you again: what kind of woman are you?”
Lydia knew the words she said. Knew them like she knew her desires and what most of the world said about them.I’ve been to the meetings. It’s 2017. We’re supposed to be beyond archaic methods of making love.Tell that to her body.
“I’m the kind who wants to get fucked hard by a hot woman.”
