Page 106 of Broken Beyond Repair
“Sorry,” Sydney said. “I couldn’t resist.”
“It was a good groan.”
“Ah, perhaps not so tired after all?” she suggested.
“Perhaps not…”
Taking this as the invitation she required, she stepped closer, pressing firmer kisses over Beatrice’s shoulders. Beatrice pulled her wet hair to one side. Sydney eyed her bare neck and moved her hungry lips towards it, causing Beatrice’s body to shiver and her head to drop to one side.
Dropping the sponge to the floor, Sydney grasped Beatrice’s hips. Her hands knew exactly where they wanted to be and twitched nervously with anticipation.
Beatrice let out a whisper of encouragement. “Touch me, Sydney. Like you did that night; like you wanted to.”
With that request, the throbbing between her legs took control of her body. Her hands reached for Beatrice’s breasts, cupping and caressing them, causing her to writhe with pleasure. As Beatrice’s nipples slipped between Sydney’s fingers, she gave them a little squeeze. Beatrice let out a stifled whimper of delight and cupped her hands over Sydney’s, encouraging her to squeeze harder than she’d dared to.
The woman was intoxicating.
Placing a palm against the tiles, Beatrice pushed her butt back into Sydney’s pelvis, making them both moan.
Leaving one hand to stroke Beatrice’s breast, Sydney let the other snake down her belly until it reached a soft mound of hair. She let her fingers play there for a moment, wanting to keep Beatrice waiting a little longer.
Too impatient to linger, she trailed them further down, taking a deep breath to control her galloping heart as her fingers found what they’d been waiting too long for. Warm water trickled over them as they mingled with the wetness of Beatrice, exploring every part of her they could reach. She felt incredible as she finally slid two fingers inside her. Soft, warm, and wet — so very wet.
Beatrice let out a sensual moan as her head fell back onto Sydney’s shoulder. Her exposed neck begged her to devour it. She was more than happy to oblige and readily kissed every inch of it as her lover continued to writhe under her touch.
She could sense Beatrice was close; she didn’t want to miss a second of it. “Turn around,” Sydney demanded. “I want to see your face.”
Beatrice obeyed, her hand instantly reaching for Sydney’s breast, squeezing it. Her other hand made its way to exactly where Sydney needed it to be.
Their fingers worked in rhythm, the palms of their hands rubbing just the right spot.
“Oh, Bea,” Sydney groaned into Beatrice’s mouth as they kissed passionately, never taking their eyes off each other.
“Sydney,” Beatrice cried.
Her kiss slowed against Sydney’s mouth until her lips came to a stop and a soft, contented moan escaped them. Sydney held her until her panting slowed and Beatrice’s fingers re-found their rhythm inside her.
Sydney knew she didn’t have long. Even though she was doing everything she could to hold back the inevitable, trying to keep the moment alive forever as she stared into the unwavering, sultry eyes of Beatrice. She could feel the tip of Beatrice’s eager tongue licking her parted lips, throwing petrol on the fire burning inside her. She couldn’t remember a time when her body was so impassioned. With Beatrice inside her — the thought alone of her being there — she tumbled over the edge into a twitching mess.
Beatrice wrapped an arm around her, holding their warm, wet bodies together as Sydney’s quivering slowed and she let out a light whimper of satisfaction. Beatrice silenced her with a kiss.
They washed off under the warm spray, their hands wandering occasionally to explore each other’s bodies. They shared a soft, tender kiss that could have easily led to round two were they both not spent.
It was everything Sydney had dreamed of — quite literally.
Beatrice joined her in the bedroom, drying herself on her towel and making no effort to cover any part of her. Sydney watched from the side of the bed where she sat in only a pair of knickers. She bit her lips in to contain her grin; this was a sight she could get used to.
“Are you hungry?” Beatrice asked, returning her towel to the bathroom.
“Is that an invitation? You’re insatiable, woman.”
Her smirking face appeared around the bathroom door. “No! There should have been a food delivery this morning. Go and hunt something out for us if you like.”
Sydney grabbed a gown from the back of the door, inhaling the scent of the washing powder that always made her think of Beatrice. Treading the familiar path down the wooden staircase, passing the spot where she would forever see Beatrice posing in her red dress, she made her way through to the kitchen. The first thing she wanted to do, despite the freezing temperature outside, was open the patio door.
She inhaled the Highwood air with its light pine scent coming off the wood at the top of the hill. It was good to be back home, if this was to be home. They still needed to have that conversation.
Beatrice was on the sofa when she returned with a tray of snacks, the highlight being the cream cheese on crackers with a sprinkle of dill. Confirmed to be Beatrice’s favourite as she reached for one before Sydney placed the tray on the table.
