Page 44 of Hot Tea & Bird Calls (Kissing At Work #2)
“Yeah.” She’d have to. That climax did nothing but make her desire more. “Will you take something off?”
Celene didn’t stall; movement swept over the phone. “Took off my panties. Your turn.”
Skye pushed bangs from her brow, realizing they’d gone damp. After pausing to contain herself, she whipped off her shirt, sending it sailing somewhere below. “Topless.”
“I was such a creep at my on-site project today. Any chance I got, when nobody was looking, I’d bring up your pictures. Your body is a masterpiece. I want to claim every bit of you with my tongue.”
“Do it,” Skye said, drawing hands from her stomach to her breasts in long, sweeping intervals. The soft glow of the room encapsulated this moment. She’d revisit it in her dreams for years to come. “I love how you kiss. It’s like you become a part of me.”
“Because I am.” Diverging from the romantic comment that raised Skye’s skin, Celene muttered, “Take off your shorts. Take off everything.”
Only one thing could follow that. Skye shucked off those last bits she wore and flinched at the cold air hitting her center. “I’m bare.”
“I bet that’s a beautiful sight.”
Skye traced a similar path on her leg like Celene had on the hammock, smiling into the night. “Thanks. You, too.”
Strained, Celene replied, “I’d like to touch myself, but you’ll have to do me a favor.”
“Anything.” And Skye meant that. The thought of Celene desperate for release eclipsed any self-consciousness. She craved Celene’s pleasure.
“Talk me through my orgasm. And don’t make yourself come yet.”
“So, two favors.”
“Are you up for it?”
Undressed and draped in the knowledge of their red-hot chemistry even over the phone, a little dirty talk wasn’t daunting at all. “Tell me when you’re touching your clit.”
Celene’s strangled sob made it clear. Still, she hissed, “Now.”
A flood of arousal went through Skye, ensuring laundry day was ahead of her. “What can I say to take you there?”
“I’m close already.” Her soft, sarcastic laugh could be its own lubricant. “Pleasing you is my goal, Skye. What do you want from a lover? What turns you on?” With effort, she huffed out, “Have your exes given you what you want?”
Concentrating on the last question, she answered honestly. “Sexually? No.”
“I’ll give you everything you deserve.”
How was this woman unattached? Intent on sending Celene off with memories that would far outlive their call, she closed her eyes and let the powerful rush of the night loosen her inhibitions.
“My exes all started as friends who’d become more over time.
Very intimate and safe, but...” She shook her head, grasping for the words.
“I needed more fearlessness in how we made love. There was this tentativeness, like we couldn’t let go. ”
Celene exhibited an astonishing amount of sympathy considering the circumstances. “I started as a friend, too.”
“Not in the same way. I’m still learning you.” Skye pictured Celene in a nightie, trembling, vulnerable enough to reach out in the first place. “Straightforwardness turns me on. Assertiveness, confidence. My sex life always lacked a certain…rawness, engagement. Someone who’ll take charge and?—”
“You want someone like me. You want me.”
Skye’s eyes snapped open, hit by a fresh wave of arousal.
Intensity wasn’t a word she’d ever used to describe a girlfriend until now, with the woman moaning softly into her ear.
“Celene, you are agonizingly sexy, so sexy that I could hardly concentrate on our first hammock date. Your scent, the rub of your smooth legs. Christ, I would’ve let you fuck me. ”
A muffled yelp came from Celene, and Skye convulsed, imagining her mashing her face into a pillow. Skye continued, “You reading my smutty book turned me on more than its narrative. How you said ‘penetration’ and bragged about foreplay? Ugh, you’re erotica come to life.”
“You would’ve let me fuck you?”
“Maybe. I was beyond turned on.”
“God,” Celene panted in quick succession. “I changed my mind. Touch yourself.”
Skye’s fingers found her wetness within seconds, but she had to hear it. “What do you want me to touch?”
“Your pussy.” Celene’s moans sped up, and Skye witnessed her on a higher plane, the tightness in her tone unraveling. “Skye, I want you so bad. I want to bathe you with my tongue and fucking swim in you.”
“I’m one finger in,” Skye gasped, meeting her hips begging for more. “So wet for you.”
“You’re teasing yourself,” Celene called out. She had no family members to worry about in her apartment, the luck. “I can start like that once I get my hands on you.”
Skye scraped nails into her sheets, her pillow, absolutely no control over herself. The wet sound of her rubbing spurred her on harder. “Please come back. Come to town and give me your tongue again, give me everything, Celene. Ugh, let me ride your face.”
That did it. And Celene’s orgasmic cry should’ve come with a disclaimer, some warning recording. Harsh and labored, and on the wings of a long, drawn-out exhale. Skye hadn’t ever heard such an unrestrained, passionate moan.
Free , it sounded so free of the stress that plagued her.
Skye unleashed a moan of her own as she came, louder than anything she’d suppressed tonight. She panicked a little, then relaxed when no hall lights came on. “Oh my god.”
“I swear, you’re a gift,” Celene drawled out. Orgasms must leave her a little sluggish, and it’d be amazing to experience that in person. Where they could hold each other, swapping words and kisses. “Luce may put out a search warrant because I don’t intend on letting you leave.”
As she caught her breath, Skye grinned. “I won’t want to leave.”
“Imagine it. Long, languid mornings with my mouth between your legs. We’d order out, have conversations filling in the blanks of our years apart. We could spend hours in the sunshine, or lounging in my bed until I’d need you spread open again, giving me those sexy moans.”
That swelled something heavy inside Skye; her heart thrummed under her feverish skin. All she could utter was, “I’m glad I foraged that day.”
Celene’s laugh was sluggish, too. On the verge of falling asleep—a detail Skye would keep in mind about their sexy days. “I’m starting to think no matter how, something would’ve drawn us to each other. Like always.”
Secure in the night, Skye loosened her hold on those emotions. Happy tears wet the pillow at her cheek as she whispered, “Yeah. Like always.”