Page 100 of Hot Tea & Bird Calls
Celene began to play with Skye’s cabochon, spinning the eye shape between her fingers. “You’d be the main character. A heroine who lured me in the night.”
“But you savedme.” Skye caught her lips in a kiss that drew chills over Celene’s skin. The kiss of a heroine, steeped further in its eroticism when she broke away with, “I taste so good on you.”
Moaning at this profound arousal, Celene assumed control of their liplock. Needing more of Skye, ecstatic to have a partner who tempted her to have sex all day. She’d forgotten how that felt.
She wouldn’t forget the swells and soft ridges of Skye’s skin, though. Done with the necklace, Celene journeyed more. Slowly cupping beneath each breast, skimming her knuckles over the silkiest skin on her abdomen, tracing the hour-glass shape of her sides. Skye paid the touching forward, starting with strokes on Celene’s stomach, creeping upwards, focusing on the breast that wasn’t pressed between them.
“Pinch it,” Celene barely got out before occupying Skye’s mouth with her tongue. Getting what she wanted—Skye’s fingers latching and rolling her nipple—Celene traversed her hand down, underneath the bunched-up skirt. Craving more already.
But Skye abandoned Celene’s softness to halt the hand. “Uh uh. It’s my turn, greedy.”
Biting away a smirk, Celene grasped at Skye’s skirt, then guided it off a body lissome and soft and laden with skin she’d yet to kiss. “Where do you want me?”
“In your bed.”
Celene nipped at Skye’s bottom lip. “Mmm, that’s sexy. Say it again.”
Taking the reins, Skye gripped Celene’s chin, their stares connecting. In a raspier tone, she specified, “Your bed. I want pillows and sheets cushioning me while I’m lying between yourlegs…” She swallowed, reaching to squeeze Celene’s hip. “…devouring you.”
Bereft of all needs and wants but having Skye, Celene clawed her way up. “Show me what you can do.”
Before they could goany further, first came basic necessities.
One quick bathroom break later, Skye and Celene shared a glass of water sip by sip in under a minute. Replenishing solely to live. They spared another minute to laugh at their one-track minds.
Skye sighed at Celene in the light of dusk pooling into the bedroom, lamps unnecessary. She loved how Celene’s hair blended into the shadows, long strands out of place and perfect that way. Skye joined Celene on the bed. And, unable to hold it in, she whispered, “I miss you.”
“Youmissedme,” Celene corrected, amused and unquestionably relaxed.
“No.” She blinked away damp, frizzing fringe. “When you’re gone. Hell, when you’re in town and I’m away from you, I miss you.”
Celene spun an arm around Skye, nails strumming her backbone. “I always come back.” And skirting any misunderstanding, she said, “I miss you all the time, too.”
That was all Skye needed to hear. Capturing her lips in a sensuous kiss, she traveled to Celene’s neck, moaning at the intensity of the scent she associated with her. She almost expected a ginger aftertaste as she tongued her skin in long, hungry sweeps. Celene hissed low and fierce, angling for more. A tantalizing display of assent to be touched, to be brought back to the brink.
Firming her voice, Skye went, “Lie down. Let me undress you.”
Then, miraculously, the woman who made executives cry tumbled onto the linens. Even her arms rose above, a display of trust as she watched Skye in her bareness, up and down.
“Amazing,” Skye said, a step above a whisper. Everything about this room commanded peace, and she’d try her best to uphold that. “I’m deciding where to start.”
Not expecting a response other than Celene shifting impatiently, Skye brought her fingertips to Celene’s knees, bent onto the bed’s edge. It was an homage to their first touch, fingertips up and down Celene’s thighs until Skye couldn’t handle not seeing her naked any longer.
As she stood, Skye fit her fingers into the waist of the tight leggings and, in another miracle, they didn’t require a fumbly battle to yank off. If the wet stain at the apex of the fabric was hot, Celene in only silky panties was a vision. They complemented her skin tone nicely, in the last color Skye imagined.
“Forest green, for my nature girl.” Celene gained the upper hand, smirking at Skye’s stunned silence. Like a being from Zinnia’s saucy books, Celene flipped onto her stomach and arched to show off. “How badly do you want me?”
Again,thiswoman was fucking left in her engagement? Skye should send Quinn Archer a thank-you basket.
“God, you,” Skye breathed, climbing onto the bed to grasp her by the hips. She pulled Celene flush with her, smiling at the shiver when Skye’s nipples teased her back. “If the world were to end in ten minutes, I’d spend all ten of them with my fingers inside you.”
Celene wrapped her arms around Skye from behind, a hand on a hip, the other in Skye’s hair. Her head fell back, showering black hair onto Skye’s face and shoulder. Skye nudged it aside,too focused on pushing Celene’s panties down her thighs. By their position, they wouldn’t fold down far, but it was far enough to introduce herself to the wet, hot center calling her name.
“Fuck, slow down. I’ll come,” Celene gasped, scraping her short nails onto Skye’s butt cheek. “I want you to savor me.”
Skye stifled her laugh, as she’d never been complimented like this in bed. “Could you come twice?”
Moaning through a warbly throat, Celene said, “I’d come over and over for you.”
