Page 12 of Beneath Her Hands
“Kissed me?” Rosalind said without thinking.
Jane’s mouth clicked shut, but she nodded.
“What is there to apologize for?”
“I wasn’t thinking. I was emotional, and stressed, and acted very out of character, and I wanted to say I’m sorry and it won’t happen again,” Jane said, and Rosalind felt her heart sink.
“So, you didn’t want to kiss me?” Rosalind asked, fighting the tightness in her chest.
“Well, no, I just… I shouldn’t have,” Jane said, her eyes growing misty.
“You don’t want to kiss me again?” Rosalind asked, noting the flush in Jane’s cheeks. She stood up and stepped closer to her. Jane’s lips started to tremble.
“I… shouldn’t,” Jane said, though she didn’t back away.
“Those are two different things,” Rosalind said, inching closer. She took the lapel of Jane’s lab coat and pulled her closer. She could feel the heat emanating from Jane’s body and it sent waves of fire through her veins.
“You’re making this very difficult,” Jane whispered, and Rosalind could feel the feather light touch of her lips.
“Then don’t,” Rosalind said, her lips millimeters from Jane’s. She could feel Jane trembling beneath her touch.
“This is wrong,” Jane whispered and pressed her forehead to Rosalind’s.
“Then tell me to stop,” Rosalind whispered.
“I can’t.”
Rosalind closed the distance, pressing her lips hard against Jane’s. Using the lab coat, she pulled Jane’s body against hers. She didn’t care about professionalism or anything else, she wanted Jane. She wanted to feel her, to taste her, all of her. Jane let out a soft moan into Rosalind’s mouth, and her heart started pounding. She probed Jane’s lips with her tongue, and Jane parted them. Sliding a hand beneath Jane’s coat, she took her hip and pulled her closer, pressing firmly against her body. She pushed Jane a step backward against the closed door and kissed her harder, filling Jane’s mouth with her tongue. Jane moaned again and Rosalind thought she would explode with need. Heat coiled deep in her stomach and pooled between her legs. She hiked Jane’s skirt up over her hip and lifted one of Jane’s legs to wrap around her waist. Running her hand up the back of Jane’s thigh, she trailed her fingers along the perfect curve of her ass and slid her fingers just underneath the edge of Jane’s panties. She heard Jane reach behind her and lock the door to the room, and Rosalind spun her around toward the small bed. She shoved the coat off Jane’s shoulders and started unbuttoning her blouse, her lips trailing down the curve of Jane’s neck. Jane fell back onto the cot, her blouse opened to reveal her small breaststrapped inside her bra. Her dark hair fell around her in waves, and to Rosalind she looked ethereal.
Rosalind climbed on top of her and started kissing her again as Jane pulled the scrub top over her head. Jane’s skin was warm and soft, each touch sending lightning through her fingertips and all the way to her core. She slipped a hand behind Jane and unclasped her bra and began kissing down her neck and chest. Jane slid the straps from her shoulders and Rosalind dropped it to the floor as she continued her line of kisses down her chest in between Jane’s perfectly shaped breasts. She took one in her hand and wrapped her lips around the other, sucking at her nipple and flicking it with her tongue. Jane arched her back beneath Rosalind as her fingers trailed along her back and stomach. Rosalind hiked Jane’s skirt up around her waist and slid Jane’s panties down her hips, reveling in how beautiful she was. She positioned herself between Jane’s legs and pushed them open wide. She could see how badly Jane wanted her in her slick, swollen core. Rosalind pulled Jane’s knees over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss Jane’s stomach, then moved lower, past the rumpled skirt and kissed the insides of her thighs. Jane threw her head back and moaned, urging Rosalind further, lower.
She ran her tongue up Jane’s pussy, tasting her salty sweetness and sending desire that was almost painful through her body. She wrapped her arms around the back of Jane’s thighs, lifting her up, angling her to meet Rosalind’s mouth where she kissed and licked and sucked at Jane’s clitoris. She slid a finger into her, tight, hot, wet, wanting. She pushed another finger into her, eliciting another deep moan. She added a third and Jane thrashed beneath her. She slowly pumped her hand as she continued to lick and suck at Jane’s clit. Jane reached down and dug her fingers into Rosalind’s hair, pushing her face deeper between her legs.
Rosalind pumped faster, harder, her own euphoria rising as Jane spiraled closer to climax. Ecstasy almost overwhelmed her as Jane exploded into her mouth. Jane’s muscles clamped down on Rosalind’s fingers, and she cried out in pleasure. Rosalind’s heart pounded against her ribs as Jane thrashed beneath her while she expertly drew out wave after wave of orgasm. As the waves began to subside and Jane finally began to catch her breath, Rosalind drew back and looked at her again. Jane’s skin was flushed and beautiful, her cheeks pink, her eyes slack with pleasure.
“That was… not how I imagined this conversation going,” Jane said, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red.
“I’m not sure how to respond to that,” Rosalind said with a chuckle. She climbed up into the bed next to her and leaned over and kissed her again, this time softer. She hoped Jane could taste herself in that kiss.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” Jane said and pressed her forehead against Rosalind’s.
“Did you not want to?” Rosalind asked, pulling back to look at her.
“It’s not always about what I want,” Jane countered.
“Maybe it should be,” Rosalind said with a smirk, but that only seemed to irritate her. Jane rolled over and put her feet on the floor, reaching down to grab her underwear and adjusting her skirt. She turned to Rosalind as she began buttoning her blouse, and Rosalind felt a distinct change in the air.
“Is something wrong?” Rosalind asked, suddenly anxious.
“No, yes, I don’t know,” Jane said. “I don’t know how to respond to this.”
“There’s nothing to respond to,” Rosalind said and stood up. She grabbed her scrub top and pulled it over her head. “We acted on what we wanted, there’s no crime in that.”
“Maybe not for you, but I don’t go around jumping into bed with just anyone I find attractive,” Jane snapped.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Rosalind’s face stung.
“I just… This was a mistake,” Jane said and turned her back to Rosalind.
