Page 98 of One Golden Summer
“I’ve never had sex in the hallway.” Kirsty, not breaking free from Saffron, swivelled her head back and forth, inspecting the space. “It’s pretty cramped.”
“Is that a surprise to you?”
“I’ve never considered using it for anything else before. It’s inadequate for what I want to do to you.” Kirsty reached for Saffron’s hand. “Upstairs, then.” Her pupils tripled in size, lust burning.
Saffron froze, her vision going dark, and a buzzing sound in her ears.
Kirsty tugged harder, but Saffron couldn’t move.
“Are you okay?” Kirsty snapped her fingers in Saffron’s face.
“I—” Saffron reached for her throat.
“We can stop. For the night.” Kirsty’s gaze brimmed with compassion. “A lot has happened.”
Saffron’s heart thudded in her throat, her tongue stilled.
Kirsty gently shook Saffron. “You still with me?”
Saffron glanced over her shoulder as if Kirsty was speaking to someone else, but slowly turned her head to face those lovely grey eyes. Her heart poked holes in all the dark thoughts bubbling in her head.She can’t love you for who you are.She’s using you.She’ll hurt you.
Saffron made her decision, and kissed Kirsty hard. “Bedroom. Now.”
Kirsty led Saffron upstairs and once in the room she shoved Saffron against a wall. Both of their hands slipping under shirts, savouring the touches of the other’s skin. Kirsty fisted Saffron’s blond tresses, bringing forth a throaty moan.
Saffron gazed at Kirsty as if not believing this was happening. But there wasn’t time to contemplate. She’d wasted too many precious seconds locked inside her head. Action. Her focus had to be on action. She needed to keep chipping away at her walls and let Kirsty in.
Kirsty nodded as if reading Saffron’s mind.
Their bodies pressed together once again, both of them hungry for the other’s flesh and lips.
Kirsty pulled the neck of Saffron’s shirt, to give her tongue the freedom to roam the exquisite collarbone.
Saffron shifted her weight, her knees nearly buckling.
Kirsty lifted Saffron’s shirt off, tossing it over her shoulder. Kirsty cupped Saffron’s right breast, running a thumb over the peaked nipple battling the restraint.
Saffron reached around, and undid her bra for Kirsty. Together they slid the straps down Saffron’s arms, letting the bra fall to the floor, revealing creamy skin, perky breasts with pink nipples, and a spattering of freckles.
Kirsty traced some of the spots, forming a star. “It’s like you were born to be famous.”
Saffron looked down. “Or cursed.”
“Oh, no. Not with this body.” Kirsty licked her lips. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
“I could say the same thing.”
“Are you sweet talking me because I have you half naked?” Kirsty boosted a teasing eyebrow, pinching one of Saffron’s nipples between two fingers.
“Keep that up, and I’ll be begging soon.” Saffron let out a whoosh of air, excitement building.
“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Kirsty pulled Saffron from the wall, and walked them backwards, easing Saffron onto her bed, and climbing on top. Straddling Saffron, Kirsty gazed at the breasts on display. “So fucking lucky.”
Saffron nibbled on her lower lip.
Kirsty lowered, her tongue stroking the hollow of Saffron’s throat, eliciting afuck memoan.
Kirsty licked a path to the left breast, sucking the nipple into her mouth, hardening it, allowing her to softly bite down on the nub. She alternated between sucking and biting, increasing the pressure incrementally with her teeth.
