Page 56 of Elite Connections: an LGBTQ Romance Charity Anthology

“Mmm. That feels so good.”

Raven’s hair is just as soft as it looks. Even softer as I fist it, holding her face to my pussy. Her tongue is magic as it flutters across my clit.

“Just wait.”

A finger slips inside, touching that hidden spot so few women have been able to find. It shouldn’t be a surprise that Raven can.

The woman can do no wrong.

Each curl is pushing me closer and closer to flying off the edge.

“I’m so close, Raven.”

“Come for me, Blair.”

Blair.

Just my name vibrating from her lips has me right on the cusp of an orgasm. I’m squeezing her tight to me, riding her face. It’s so close, I can feel the edges of my vision darkening.

“Holy shit.”

“Blair?”

My voice sounds far away. The lusty spell Raven put me under fades.

“Blair?” This time, her voice is clear.

“Holy shit.”

My eyes fly open. The bed next to me is empty.

Holy shit.

I just had a sex dream about Raven.

Raven, who is now walking into the room looking every bit as sexy as she has for the past week.

Wearing a black maxi skirt, a high slit exposes her graceful legs. A chambray shirt is open to the swells of her breasts.

I sit up, pulling the duvet up to my neck.

The satin camisole I sleep in won’t hide how hard my nipples are.

For Raven.

I can’t believe I had a sex dream about the woman who is paying me to be here. Money that is desperately needed.

“Morning.” I do my best to control my voice and not sound like some sex-addled maniac.

“I didn’t want to wake you, but there’s been a change of plans for today.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nods, her brow furrowing in confusion. I can’t imagine how I look right now.

“We’ll be visiting a winery, so we need to be ready to leave in an hour.”

“No problem.” I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile.

“Are you okay?”

I rake a hand through my hair, getting stuck in the knots. Apparently the dream was even better than I thought because everything about me is a mess.

“I’m good. Just need to get cleaned up.”

Raven doesn’t look convinced. “I have a few emails to answer. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to leave.”

“Perfect.” I give her a thumbs-up.

She spins on her heel and leaves. Once the door clicks shut behind her, I collapse back onto the pile of pillows.

A thumbs-up? Really, Blair?

Raven is turning me into a teenager who has the hots on her model crush. Every inch of my body is still alight with lust.

I know I shouldn’t do it—not when Raven is in the next room—but I can’t help myself.

Brushing my fingers under the band of my underwear, I’m wet. And sensitive.

Holy shit.

Everything about that dream felt real. Raven’s hair in my hand. Her deep, chocolate eyes staring up at me as she worked me over.

Now that I’ve touched my clit, I’m so close to coming, I need to get off. That dream was a tease. I wish it were her fingers strumming over my clit and not mine.

I’m still picturing the woman with her face buried between my legs. Each stroke of my finger pushes me closer to the edge.

The thought of my hands tangled in her silky soft hair as she tongues me has me tipping over the edge.

I come on a quiet cry. It’s harder than I’ve come in a while. All at my own hand. Because of the woman who brought me halfway across the world to impress some old lesbian.

Everything is swirling together in my head. This should not be happening. I should not be getting off to thoughts of Raven, let alone having sex dreams about her.

What is wrong with me?

Throwing back the fluffy, white duvet, I pad into the bathroom. My nipples are diamond hard in the mirror under my silk camisole. My face is flushed and my hair is a mess from sleep.

I look thoroughly fucked. Dropping my underwear and pulling off my top, I start the shower. If I have any hope of making it through the day with Raven, I need to get my desire for her under control.

Steam fills the bathroom. It does nothing to help temper the heat still coursing through me. I throw the handle toward cold and take the fastest shower on record.

A knock sounds at the door as I’m toweling off.

“Can I…” Raven peeks through the door. Her dark eyes find mine in the mirror. There’s a flush to her cheeks. Even though I’m hidden behind the tempered glass, it’s like I can feel her eyes roam over every inch of bare skin.

What I wouldn’t give to feel her hands on me that way.

“Sorry. I just need to grab a few things to finish getting ready.”

“Sure.”

I tug the towel tighter around me. I don’t need to give Raven a peep show of any kind. She grabs what she needs and darts out of the bathroom.

Fuck.

Today is going to be a long day if I can’t get my feelings for her under control.