Page 56 of Barging In

“You are exquisite, Vic,” Clem whispered, her breath catching with emotion.

Victoria’s earlier confidence seemed to flare again as she climbed on top, kissing Clem’s neck and caressing her breasts. Clem writhed, her lower body trapped between Victoria’s thighs. The restraint only heightened her arousal.

“You are exquisite, too,” Victoria breathed, her voice low and full of longing.

Clem smiled up at her, hands cupping the breasts she could never get enough of. Victoria arched into her touch with a moan. She pressed Clem’s hands firmly against herself, urging her on, guiding the pressure until Clem squeezed harder than she’d dared to do before .

Desperate for release from the fire raging through her, Clem tore one hand free from Victoria’s grip and slipped it beneath her trousers, sliding into her soaked underwear.

“Do you need some help?” Victoria murmured, sitting back just enough to start unbuttoning Clem’s trousers.

“Yes,” Clem gasped, needing all the help Victoria could give her.

She lifted herself as Victoria pulled her trousers down, taking her knickers with them.

Clem kicked them off as Victoria rolled to one side to remove her own. Just one glimpse of Victoria’s pale skin made Clem reach for herself again, but before she could, Victoria climbed back on top, pressing warmth and wetness against her and gently taking her hand.

“Don’t you be doing my job,” she murmured, lifting Clem’s moist hand to her lips and sucking her fingers.

Long gone was that nervous, unsure woman of five minutes ago. She had been replaced by a confident enchantress who Clem was sure was going to be her undoing.

“Take me. Please… take anything you want,” Clem whispered, her voice trembling.

“Now that’s what I call an invitation. But where to start?” Victoria mused, leaning in to kiss her.

Clem pulled her close. The warmth of their breasts crushed together felt like nothing else on earth.

The pulsing between Clem’s legs became unbearable.

She needed release, and then she needed to build up to this mind-erasing level of tension again.

Her hand slid between their bodies, desperate for relief.

As if sensing her intent, Victoria grasped it again, and, taking Clem’s other hand, she held them above her head.

“Mine,” Victoria whispered. Her breath tickled Clem’s ear in a most arousing way .

“Fuck!” Clem groaned, feeling like she might implode.

Victoria kissed her way down Clem’s neck and chest, where she lingered over a nipple, her tongue teasing out another tortured groan. Clem arched, pressing into the warmth of Victoria’s lips as she sucked.

The grip on her hands released as Victoria let go, but Clem left them above her head, on the pillow where they were.

She had no issue surrendering herself to this woman; it only heightened her desire — provided she wasn’t kept waiting too long.

Hope flared as Victoria shuffled back, the warmth of her breasts pressing lightly against Clem’s skin as her tongue and fingertips traced a slow path down her stomach.

Clem spread her legs wide, ankles digging into the bed. It wasn’t going to take long, but she was determined to savour every second of it. Victoria knelt before her, taking her in with a smile that made Clem feel utterly wanted.

“Please,” she begged. As much as she enjoyed Victoria drinking her in, she was well past teetering on the precipice — she was hanging on by a broken fingernail.

Victoria grinned. “If you insist.”

She gripped Clem’s thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make Clem let out an ahhh , somewhere between pleasure and pain.

Clem closed her eyes, feeling Victoria’s breath ghost over her skin — a cool wash of air that made her shiver.

Then came the heat of her mouth, eager and wet, shooting pleasure straight through her core.

Tongue swirling, fingers teasing, Victoria coaxed wave after wave of sensation from her, each one pulling her deeper under.

Clem gripped the sheets, pushing herself harder against Victoria’s mouth.

Victoria obliged, lapping her rough tongue rhythmically whilst slipping her fingers slowly inside her. Before Clem knew it, she was trembling, coming hard against Victoria’s mouth, pulsing against her fingers as they slowly worked in and out.

“Fuck!” Clem exhaled loudly as her body settled.

Victoria hovered above her, lips moist, a satisfied grin spreading across her lips.

“I love you,” Clem said, the words bursting out before she could catch them.

Victoria leaned down and kissed her, her hand stroking Clem’s face. “I love you, too. Thank you for waiting for me. For giving me you.”

“Anytime.” Clem winked. This woman could have her anytime and every time.

She reached up and stroked Victoria’s face, running her fingers over the light wrinkles by her eyes. Now it was her turn, but she wouldn’t make Victoria wait, not too long anyway. Clem wasn’t going to be able to keep herself from devouring the woman.

Victoria collapsed onto the bed beside Clem.

She wasn’t breathless from exertion — making Clem climax had been no effort — but from the intoxicating intensity of their connection.

Clem had given herself to Victoria completely, and any lingering apprehension Victoria had felt melted away with her reassurance. With Clem, she did feel utterly safe.

She curled around her lover, drawing her close as she replayed the moments that had left her in this state.

Clem’s desperation had been palpable — so much so that she’d tried to ease her own ache.

That had stirred something deep in Victoria.

She had wanted to be the one to take Clem there — to coax out every gasp and every shiver; to give her everything she craved.

Clem didn’t stay still in her arms for long. Her gaze roamed over Victoria’s body, desire flickering in her eyes before her hand followed. Each touch stoked the fire that had kept Victoria quietly simmering.

She could spend a lifetime like this, tangled up with this sexy, naked woman who had appeared from nowhere and almost drowned her in the canal.

To hear her say, “I love you,” then to say it back and mean it, had made her heart spill over with happiness.

She hadn’t believed she would ever feel that again in a relationship.

Clem’s foot hooked under Victoria’s leg, pulling it to the side.

With her thighs parted, a rush of cool air swept over the burning skin between them.

Fingers trailed slowly down her stomach…

too slowly. In that moment, she understood Clem’s earlier eagerness and impatience, feeling it, too.

She was throbbing for relief. She closed her eyes and surrendered to Clem’s teasing fingers, shivering as they slid through her wetness.

Every brush of lips along her neck, every gentle nibble of her ear, and the soft whisper of “I love you” sent sparks through her, making her ache for more than just touch.

“Mmm,” Victoria moaned back. She writhed at the words.

She could feel them burrowing into her core as Clem slipped her fingers inside her — then out again.

A whimper of delight escaped her lips, as Clem’s rhythmic touch intensified.

She was a puppet master, thrusting and rubbing in a way Victoria had never known, bringing her perilously close to the edge.

She wasn’t ready to fall, not without Clem’s mouth on her.

“I need you there,” she purred, staring intensely into Clem’s eyes as her entire body tingled with anticipation.

“Now who is impatient?” Clem leaned in to kiss her .

Victoria kissed back, then applied a little pressure to Clem’s shoulder to encourage her down. Clem’s light chuckle tickled her neck as she moved, lips pressing to a breast, then a nipple, tracing down her belly until finally she devoured her completely.

Victoria squirmed with delight, closing her eyes to fend off the dizzying rush that threatened to overtake her.

As Clem’s tongue teased and coaxed, the ache inside Victoria shifted into a more urgent, all-consuming intensity, one she wanted to savour yet desperately needed released.

She grasped Clem’s head, not that she needed guiding, but she wanted more connection, to feel her under her fingertips.

With Clem’s fingers still dancing inside her and her other hand caressing her skin, she knew she would succumb soon. And she did, moaning, pulsing, and twitching as she tipped over the edge. Her nails gripped Clem’s scalp, and she savoured every last shiver as it was drawn from her body.

She felt Clem settling beside her and opened her eyes to take her in.

“You know, you’re very much a Victoria sponge. Soft, a little fruity on top…” She looked at her fingers, rubbing them together. “Moist, with a creamy centre.” Licking them, she added, “And you taste delicious.”

“I’m happy… to hear that… I think,” Victoria murmured between panting breaths, heat prickling her skin at what Clem was doing.

Although it was her first time with a woman, the experience had felt entirely natural, better than anything she’d experienced before.

It wasn’t a performance or a goal to reach on one side, just the slow, deliberate artistry of two women fluent in the language of each other’s skin.

Clem listened with her hands, read every flicker of breath, every shift in her body.

There was no battle for control, no pressure beyond comfort — only an exquisite unfolding.

It was softer, gentler, but not lacking in intensity; the fire was there, tempered with care and tenderness, stoked slowly until it consumed her.

For the first time in her life, Victoria felt wanted, cherished, and truly seen.

“Where do we go from here?” Clem asked softly, her fingers entwining with Victoria’s.

“Shall we take it day by day? See how things develop?”

“I’d say they’ve developed pretty quickly in the last twelve hours.” Clem laughed. “Isn’t sleeping with the boss sort of frowned upon?”

“As long as the boss isn’t married, what does it matter?”

“Technically, you still are.”

“True.” It didn’t feel like she was.

“Does it bother you?” Clem asked, tone turning serious.

“Not now, no, and we’re both adults. If things don’t work out, I’d trust we’d still be able to work together.”

Clem squeezed her hand. “Let’s not focus on things not working out but instead put some effort into ensuring they do.”

“I can get behind that,” Victoria said, turning to face her. “Will you stay?”

Clem put an arm over her. “Try stopping me, but don’t be offended if I leave early. Baking duties await.”

Victoria nodded. “He would always leave afterwards and sleep in another room,” Victoria said quietly. “And he never was one for cuddling. It made me feel like a… prostitute. If I were one, at least I’d have received payment for my efforts.”

Clem brushed a strand of hair behind Victoria’s ear.

“I’m sorry,” Victoria murmured, looking down, her eyes inadvertently drawn to Clem’s breasts. “I shouldn’t be talking about him, especially not now.”

“It’s okay,” Clem said gently. “You can talk to me about anything. We’ll always carry our memories with us; they shape us, but we have to ensure they don’t control our future.”

She hoped the old memories would fade as new hopes and dreams took their place and she rebuilt her life.

“What I mean to say is, well, sex was never like this before,” she added wistfully, her hand beginning to stroke Clem’s breasts. “I lost interest eventually. It wasn’t that I lost interest in sex, only the sex I was going to have with him.”

“Ah, yes. The tale of many women, I expect. But he’s in your past now. Try to leave him there and focus on the future.”

Victoria nodded and leant in for a kiss.

With this beautiful woman before her, how could she not focus on what was in front of her?

She’d thrown off her shackles, stamped out her fears, and put herself first. She’d reclaimed her life.

As Clem once said, There is nothing that can’t be unpicked and something new sewn in its place — stronger.

She was stronger, and they were stronger for it. A true partnership was about bringing out each other’s strengths, not clambering over one another to get ahead or treating the other like dead weight.

With Clem beside her, she felt she could take on the world, but she also knew she could stand on her own now. She didn’t need anyone to make her whole; that was something only she could do for herself. If Clem wanted to come along for the ride, she would gladly have her.