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Nicola knocked on the door at exactly eight o’clock and almost fell inside when it immediately opened.

And the sight that met her.

“Sorry, I was coming out of the shower...” Geeta started.

Stunning. No-one switched Nicola alert like this. The urgency in Geeta’s eyes. The heightened breathing. Then the glimpse of naked body beneath the dressing gown, the charcoal grey of the material deepening the beautiful tone of Geeta's skin. Nicola reached out without thinking and sank into a kiss, the door slamming behind her.

“You look...” And she kissed her again.

The gown fell open and her hands cupped her breasts, dipped to Geeta’s waist, and hungered lower over her hips. The sight of Geeta nude consumed her attention, all gorgeous curves of golden brown.

“I've been thinking about this all day,” Nicola whispered, the catch in her throat giving her away.

“Same,” Geeta murmured.

They kissed urgently, both of them pulling at the buttons of her shirt, tearing it down her arms while their lips sought each other. Then, bra gone, she slipped beneath Geeta’s open gown.

She almost blacked out, the eroticism of naked breast to breast sumptuously engulfing her. Nothing had been like this for Nicola, and the sensitivity of her own against the obvious pleasure in Geeta’s had her body thrilling higher in leagues and leagues.

“Can we...?”

They knew what they were there for. Both shook with expectation, neither na?ve about what their bodies liked, but drunk with the anticipation of indulging with someone new, with a different dimension to their pasts.

“Come upstairs.”

She followed Geeta into the sole loft bedroom, the heat from the summer day intense and evening sunlight glowing through a glass door onto the rooftop. Geeta threw back the light duvet on the double bed, flipping it into a roll, but Nicola couldn’t keep her hands off her and she reached for her before she even turned round.

“You must be too warm,” she whispered into Geeta’s nape, as her fingers agitated along her shoulders.

Geeta tilted her head with a smile. “You’re right,” she said, gently laughing at Nicola’s need while clearly filled with her own. “I do not need this robe.”

Ah, this was heaven, slipping away material over smooth, soft shoulders, her fingertips tantalised by the warmth beneath. One shoulder, then the other, revealing Geeta’s tapering back and gorgeous curve of her wide rounded hips. With the caress of gown over skin, she could see the anticipation build in Geeta, feel the heat of their closeness and the pull that drew them both.

“There.”

She let the gown drop to the bed. Then, with a deliberation that savoured the moment, she closed the gap between them, to gently press her naked breasts into Geeta’s back.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Geeta breathed.

Geeta’s head rolled back, and their bodies melted together.

She kissed along her shoulder and sighed at the taste of her. It was so distinctively Geeta and compulsive for Nicola, a second sample after the night before, the beginnings of familiarity intensifying her appetite. She couldn’t stop tasting her way up the slope, devouring her neck, nuzzling her nose across the sweep of soft black hair at the nape, where the scent of Geeta filled her head. She dabbed tongue then lips in kisses down the curve of her back.

“How do you taste so good?”

She stroked her hands around Geeta’s chest, caressing over breasts and finding receptive nipples firm between her fingers. The sensation was almost unbearable in the sensitive dip between fingers, teased by the almost intangible softness of pert nipple, the kind of unbearable that was exquisite and turned her liquid inside. She circled a finger and pinched gently in rhythm to her hungry kisses, Geeta's breathing and squirming quickly following in time.

“Let’s lie down,” Nicola whispered. And Geeta knelt down and climbed into bed.

She followed as if tied, unable to stop kissing her and becoming greedier. She clasped around her curving behind and nibbled firmer into the flesh above her hips.

“Oh!” Geeta said in surprise.

“Too much?” Nicola gasped.

“No.” And Geeta lay flatter on the bed. “I like that.”

“Mmmmm,” Nicola moaned incoherent, as she took large, massaging mouthfuls of her.

But she felt the lure around Geeta's side and stroked underneath to encourage Geeta to roll over.

Nicola had loved Geeta’s aroma the night before and couldn't stop thinking of how she’d taste. It teased relentlessly all day. How that softness would touch her tongue. How that dizzying scent would fill her mouth. How it would feel to be connected to her most vividly as she came.

Further she kissed, around her hip.

“Oh.” Nicola encountered the softest skin on the inside of Geeta's thighs. She stroked her cheek over it, to appreciate the silkiness.

Then a hint of moisture dabbed her nose, and a cool taste enticed her lips. Drunk and drawn without thinking, she started licking while Geeta gasped with every touch.

“Ooooh,” Nicola moaned, collapsing with face wet between Geeta's legs. “This is...”

And dazed, she kissed at beautiful dark lips.

“Mmmmm.”

Overcome with the delicate savoury flavour, moreish and sumptuous. The silky wet body heat of it. There was nothing like this. Powerful and transformative, she explored and flailed. This was the most hypnotic part of sex she’d encountered. How could anyone resist this?

She lifted her neck, intending to apologise for clumsiness. But Geeta pressed into the bed and arched upwards, needing her. She dropped her head in instant response, tongue relaxed and gently massaging Geeta’s lips, finding where Geeta reacted most strongly and tuning into how she wanted her.

A long, slow lick from inside, and Geeta moaned as Nicola’s tongue-tip hit her just there, where she’d guided the night before. Then relaxed and sensuously over her nub, and Geeta shuddered in ecstasy.

Oh, Nicola was losing it. The eroticism of the fresh experience had her unravelling, with the unique potency of it being Geeta coming undone beneath her tongue. And her arms shook.

Geeta writhed beneath her mouth, and she tipped her head to deepen her touch and to see the effect. Geeta lay with glowing curves bathed sensational in evening sunlight. She clawed the bed, pushing up and climbing the more her orgasm built. Nicola knew where she was, from the tension, her moan, the deep glow at the top of her chest, the swollen longing between her legs. It seemed to amplify and tremble in her own body.

She lapped deeper, firmer, unhurried but intense, and she groaned with helpless fucking appreciation when Geeta’s thighs seized around her face.

Geeta hit the back of the bed with a clatter, her shout everything to do with the waves of shuddering orgasm that swept her in the air. Body wound up and ecstatic, Nicola pressed her tongue firm to let Geeta’s every wave peak without diminishing. And only when Geeta began to relax and descend did she gently soften her lips, to soothe the kiss and ease her back down.

Did Nicola slur? She raised her head a little. She meant to say that Geeta should choose a softer padded headboard, rather than rails, if they did this to each other. Whether it came out coherent, she didn’t know.

“Oh my god,” she sighed.

And she dropped her cheek to Geeta's thigh, covered in the most addictive moisture in the world.

***

Like the night before, her peak had been massive, and Geeta lay seeing stars with body pulsing from the most delicious explosion. Except this time, it seemed to reside longer and deeper, from the tenderness with which Nicola touched her.

But what had she done to Nicola?

The woman looked drugged and enthralled between her legs. Eyes hooded and mouth hanging open, Nicola pushed up onto her arms. And when she dabbed her lips with the back of her hand to stop them dripping, Geeta felt something kindle inside her.

She sat up, trembling with the aftershock of her orgasm, intending not to let Nicola wait.

“Take these off,” she said, tugging at Nicola’s trousers. Groaning, Nicola did as she was told. “And these.” She dipped her fingers inside the waistband of Nicola’s underwear to an appreciative shiver.

“Now come back onto the bed.” She guided her, to kneel with one leg either side. “Come closer.”

Now Nicola understood what she wanted to do. The gasp. The shiver that shot through the woman’s body above. Exhilarating.

“Closer again,” Geeta entreated, pulling Nicola's soft thighs around her shoulders.

“Mmmmmmm,” she let out as she raised her chin and tasted Nicola's delicacy with the tip of her tongue.

The reaction was sweet and instant.

Again, Geeta lapped at Nicola's tenderness and had her caving and clinging to the rail at the head of the bed.

And again, she let the reaction permeate everywhere through Nicola’s body, then licked before it had time to dissipate, but not a moment sooner.

“Are you teasing me?” came strangled from Nicola, her pale form turning to golden honey in the sun’s low rays. “Are you tormenting me?”

Geeta smiled. “Do you like it?”

Another tremble. “Yes,” Nicola breathed.

“How much? Tell me how much you like it.”

“From you...? Astonishing.”

“Mmmmmm,” Geeta said. “Will you spread for me?”

Nicola complied, widening her legs a little further.

“That’s better. I can see you.”

And oh, it was sensational. Rude. Beautiful. Different to hers. Her body was under assault again. There was nothing so erotic as the private sight of Nicola here and her obvious response to her touch.

She ran her finger along pink lips that had darkened with arousal. And Nicola shook. She pressed her thumb gently to her outer lips, just to see a little better, to glimpse her swollen nub. She realised she was staring with wide, astonished, greedy eyes, but had no intention of hiding her reaction when she knew what Nicola's did to her.

“So sexy. So...” and the word was muffled at her own movement to kiss Nicola’s centre.

Whole mouth enjoying clit, swirling her tongue around, then rubbing her wet lips over too. Nicola groaned harder with the firmer pressure.

Did she want anything else?

But the moment Geeta strayed, Nicola moaned, “please, no” and she clenched hard when Geeta took her again with a warm kiss. That was her answer. And she could lie here all day. She swept her hands around Nicola’s buttocks, feeling them clench with every sweep of her tongue. They shook the higher she climbed.

“Please–” cut off, strangled in Nicola’s throat.

Geeta pulled her firmer onto her face.

“I’m–”

Nicola’s whole body taut.

“Aaah.”

Then the fucking release.

Nicola cried out above her, clinging hard to the top rail, quivering on Geeta’s mouth, no control.

She made Nicola do that. They had done this to each other.

Oh my...She felt like a goddess.