Page 96 of Breadwinner
Sarah wiggled the keys in her hand. “Let’s go.”
Nell opened the passenger door, but something made her glance back over her shoulder at the coffee shop. Beth was still sitting in the window with Jamie, and for just a moment, their eyes met. Nell didn’t react; instead, a quiet heat flared in her chest. Not quite anger—more like a mix of overwhelming protectiveness and pettiness. She gave a small wave accompanied by her signature smirk before sliding into the passenger seat.
The drive back to Sarah’s was filled with flirty banter they easily slipped into. Wordplay as foreplay had always been their specialty. Sarah’s hand rested comfortably on Nell’s thigh, fingers skimming up and down the denim fabric, filling Nell with that warmth of contentment as she let herself settle into the new boundaries of their relationship.
She had gone into this weekend certain that clarity would come at a cost. In her mind, and in the numerous ways she had predicted their conversation going, losing Sarah was the only possible outcome. She didn’t even prepare for—or even dared to let herself consider—that they might land somewhere different.
The sun was beginning to break through the fog as they wound their way down damp pine-lined roads. Light caught the curve of Sarah’s profile as she looked both ways at the intersection before crossing. Her cheeks were still faintly tingedpink from their walk, and loose strands of hair framed her face, but there was a new calmness to her, like Sarah had found a quiet peace. It looked good on her.
When they pulled into the driveway, Sarah made a big show out of running around to her side of the car to open the door before pressing her up against the frame of the vehicle, lips finding Nell’s, sending an exciting thrill right through her. It felt good to be with Sarah without any of the rules or the command she typically tried to exercise. And, to her genuine surprise, she didn’t feel out of control.
Sarah led her inside, where they kicked off their shoes, leaving them by the door before moving deeper into the house. They barely made it down the front hall before Sarah slipped her hands over Nell’s ass, down the backs of her thighs, and scooped her up. Nell’s legs instinctively wrapped around Sarah’s waist, her fingers weaving through Sarah’s honey-brown waves as her back met the wall with a thud, rattling the framed family photos.
She let out a groan when Sarah’s lips found her neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling her most sensitive places like she had done it a thousand times before.
“Sar—ah...” She sighed into the feeling of Sarah’s lips as they delivered reassurances she craved. She unwrapped her legs, and Sarah lowered her back to the ground but still kept her pressed firmly against the wall. She stepped back enough to look at her, her eyes darkened with the want she was so clearly feeling—the same want pulsing through Nell at that moment.
“Bedroom,” Sarah said, already threading her fingers through Nell’s to lead her up the stairs.
They moved as fast as they could in a hurry of tangled limbs and bodies, stopping only long enough to steal kisses, nearly tripping over each other in their eagerness. When they reached the bedroom, Sarah didn’t waste a second before she pushedNell gently onto the bed and crawled up after her, bracing one knee between her thighs.
Sarah caught her mouth in a kiss that was messy and hungry and full of unbridled desire. It was all teeth and tongue as their hands pulled at each other’s clothes, eager to remove them.
“Off,” Sarah demanded, tugging at Nell’s sweater.
Nell grinned against Sarah’s lips as she pulled her sweater over her head before tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. “God, you’re bossy when you’re turned on,” she said, removing Sarah’s next.
Sarah’s laugh was low and hot. “You love it,” she said, a sharp intake of breath following her words as Nell ran her nails lightly down Sarah’s back.
She was right; Nell did love it. She loved it so fucking much.
Jeans, socks, and underwear hit the floor. Sarah leaned back on her elbows, her eyes sweeping over Nell purposefully and deliberately, taking in all of her in a way that should have made her blush but didn’t because this was Sarah—her Sarah—and there had never been anything to be nervous about with her.
“On top,” Sarah said, tugging Nell’s hand, urging her to move to exactly where Sarah wanted her.
There was no hesitation on her end as she swung one leg over Sarah to straddle her face, positioning herself so she was facing down the length of Sarah’s body. Sarah’s capable hands gripped her hips before sliding lower, nails grazing the backs of her thighs, her breath so hot and close to where Nell wanted it most.
Hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing, kneading, pulling her down until her knees sank deeper into the mattress on either side of Sarah’s head.
“God, I’ve missed having you like this,” Sarah murmured, her breath hot against Nell’s sensitive skin. “Let me taste you,” she growled.
The first flick of Sarah’s tongue made Nell’s hips jolt as she braced herself with her hands on Sarah’s thighs. A long moan escaped her lips—one she didn’t bother to stifle as she bent forward to slide her tongue through Sarah’s folds, delighted at how wet she already was for her.
“Fuck, Nell...” Sarah’s hips rolled up instinctively, but Nell pulled back enough to make her groan in frustration.
“Patience,” she hissed, letting her fingers trace delicate circles around Sarah’s clit. “Don’t want to make this too easy on you. Where’s the fun in that?” she purred, as Sarah gave her a sharp swipe of her tongue.Fuck.The things Sarah could do to her with that tongue.
She bent low again, moving with focused slowness, noticing how Sarah matched her pace, mirroring her movements. She felt her thighs trembling against Sarah’s touch and tongue as she groaned against her, the vibration shooting right through Nell.
They moved together, building their rhythm, each chasing pleasure, each savoring the push and pull of their new dynamic in the way one would speed up just to hear the other gasp, neither willing to let the other win too easily.
Nell flattened her tongue, pressing harder against Sarah’s clit, smiling when Sarah’s hips rolled forward, begging her for more. “You taste so fucking good,” she hummed against Sarah, before taking her clit between her lips, sucking hard enough to draw a perfect, needy cry from Sarah.
Sarah retaliated, her fingers digging into Nell’s ass to hold her exactly where she wanted her.
“You’re shaking,” Sarah said smugly, between long, languid strokes of her tongue that were driving Nell crazy.
“So are you.”