Anna laughed as Brooke tugged her ridiculous tank-top down, exposing her breasts. With nothing on their agenda for most of the day Brooke took her time, settling down on top of Anna, tasting every inch of her skin with her lips and her tongue.
“Off,” Anna breathed, tugging at the hem of Brooke’s pajama top.
Brooke pulled back just enough to yank the fabric up, over her head. Before diving back in, she paused to properly remove Anna’s tank-top and savor the view.
“I love you,” Anna said, smiling up at her. Her long hair was fanned out above her, covering the hotel’s pristine white pillowcase like a halo. She looked angelic in the glow of the morning sun.
“I love you, too,” Brooke said. Her hands slid down Anna’s sides, settling on her hips.“These too?” She asked, her fingertips tracing along the edges of Anna’s sleep shorts.
Anna nodded, biting her bottom lip, fighting her smile. She lifted her hips, making it easier for Brooke to pull her shorts off.
Brooke was all for foreplay, she truly was. Over the past two years she’d learned that it was completely possible to get Anna off without ever actually touching her directly and, when they had the time, it was still Brooke’s favorite thing to do. At the moment however, she felt desperate. She could see how wet Anna had already gotten for her and she needed to taste it.
She could hardly delay herself that simple pleasure. Her tongue traced up the inside of Anna’s thigh and down the other, skipping over the best part in between. A moan ripped from her throat as Anna’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging with that delicious, less than gentle-but-not-painful force that Anna had perfected. Clearly, her girlfriend didn’t want to wait any longer either.
That was enough of a request for Brooke. She settled lower, looping her arms under the backs of Anna’s thighs, pulling her farther down the bed into place. Another delightful thing that she’d learned over the years was that Anna liked to be manhandled. As if to illustrate that point, Anna’s grip tightened, ever so hungrily in Brooke’s hair, pulling Brooke’s face down closer to her desire. Brooke didn’t make either of them resist any longer. She moaned as she finally coated her tongue in Anna’s pleasure.
As she licked deeper, circling Anna’s clit, Anna’s hand—which was still tangled in Brooke’s hair—relaxed.
“Fuck,” Anna whimpered, fully letting go of Brooke to grip the fancy hotel sheets beneath her.
Brooke hummed in acknowledgement, loving the way Anna always rolled her hips in response to the vibrations of Brooke’s throat. She looked up, savoring the way Anna’s head was tipped back, her eyebrows drawn together, her lips parted, panting. She watched the ragged rise and fall of Anna’s breasts, her nipples still hard from Brooke’s earlier attention.
With one arm gently, but firmly, pinning Anna’s hips to the mattress, Brooke slid her other hand down, pausing with her mouth for just long enough to suck on three of her fingers. Anna’s attention snapped to her with unblinking desire.
“Can I go in you?” Brooke asked. She knew the answer. She knew that having Brooke buried three fingers deep was Anna’s absolute favorite pastime, but Brooke liked to hear the quiver in Anna’s voice every time she said it. Knowing it and hearing it were two incredibly different highs.
Anna nodded, a little moan of anticipation slipping out.
Brooke lifted an eyebrow. Anna absolutely already knew what that meant.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice rough and heady.“Please go in me.”
Brooke leaned back just enough to get an aerial view of her fingers as they entered Anna. She worked them in with a gentle, practiced precision that could only be so smoothly achieved with years of careful study. She waited patiently, letting Anna relax around her before she pulled them back out, almost all the way, before sinking back in.
Anna’s hips stuttered off the bed, trying to catch the rhythm by Brooke’s second or third thrust. Brooke leaned back in, she could tell by the fluttering of Anna’s walls that she wouldn’t last long and Brooke thoroughly enjoyed just how hard she could make Anna orgasm by sucking on her clit. She wasted no time, wrapping her lips around Anna’s sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking with a strength just past gentle.
Fingers tangled back through Brooke’s hair, holding her in place as Anna’s hips bucked off the hotel mattress. Thighs tightened around Brooke’s head, muffling the sounds of Anna’s release, but Brooke was undeterred. Anna was still clenching around her fingers, her pleasure pulsing in time with the beat of Brooke’s heart.
She was vaguely aware of Anna chanting,“don’t stop. Holy fuck, Brooke, don’t stop.” But Brooke wouldn’t have stopped, she knew to keep going until Anna pushed on the top of her head. With as tight as Anna’s grip was in her hair, there’d be no pulling back now even if she wanted to—which she absolutely did not want to. She thrust deeper into Anna, flattening her tongue against the hood of Anna’s clit, moaning at the way Anna greedily ground against it instantly, taking what she so desperately wanted.
A flood of pleasure spilled from Anna, filling Brooke’s palm and dripping down her wrist. Anna sank back against the mattress and, as expected, pushed the top of Brooke’s head away, too sensitive to remember how to ask her to stop while she caught her breath.
Brooke eased out of her, immediately sucking her fingers back into her mouth, not wanting to miss a drop. Anna watched her, her eyes soft and sated.“I want to do this forever,” Anna whispered.
Brooke let out an easy laugh.“Fornicate in a French hotel room?” She looked around.“Are we in this room all week?” She could feel just how wide and ridiculous her smile was, she felt like she was glowing. She whispered, conspiratorially,“I was about to promise that we could do this for a whole week, but someone hasn’t told me the agenda, so I’m not entirely sure I’d be making a promise I can keep.”
Anna shook her head.“I mean us. I want us forever.” Her eyes widened with her own admission.
This wasn’t the first time Anna had said something to that regard—Brooke wouldn’t have bought a ring if she hadn’t known for certain that Anna wanted her forever—but this was the most direct Anna had said it, and it completely knocked the wind from Brooke’s lungs. She nodded quickly, not wanting Anna to doubt for a second how Brooke felt in return.“I want that, too,” she added.
Anna’s eyes watered and Brooke was quick to wiggle herself out from in between Anna’s legs and curl around her, holding her tightly.
“No, Honey, I really want to do this forever,” Anna said, insistent.
Brooke kissed Anna’s temple and cheek, squeezing her even tighter.“I want that too, Darling,” she whispered. She was supposed to wait until they got home. She didn’t have the ring with her, she reminded herself. Proposing without a ring felt like bad form.
“Can we?” Anna asked, her voice quiet and nervous. A single tear had fallen, leaving a streak down Anna’s cheek.
