Queen of Love

Aya’s face softened as Genevieve finally found her spot nestled up against her girlfriend’s body. “Of course it is. Because you can’t resist me.”

“You’re finally getting it.” Genevieve cupped her hand around Aya’s face. Before they sealed their sentiments with a kiss, she said, “Although I still think you secretly like this place so much you want me to live here.”

“No matter how sweetly you say that, it doesn’t make it true.”

Genevieve wrapped her arms around Aya’s torso and teased her with another kiss. “You don’t want to come over whenever I’m here and help me break into every room and flat surface in this place?”

A small chuckle vibrated in Aya’s throat. Yet the moment Genevieve went to kiss it, Aya said, “Who says we have to wait to do that? We could get started right now.”

Genevieve had been thinking about it, but actually doing it made her blush so hard she almost hiccupped. “You’re teasing me again, Ms. Aya.”

“I would never tease about such a thing. I’m 100% serious. Let’s do it right here.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that Genevieve was torn between laughing and gasping. “Are you sure? Somebody could…”

“Nobody’s coming in here. They’d need a key, and only the manager could do that.”

“What if the manager comes in?”

“Too bad I jammed the lock from the inside, huh? Real shame, that.”

Genevieve glanced over Aya’s shoulder. Sure enough, she saw something propped against the doorknob leading out to the building hallway. “You’re crazy!”

Aya finally pulled Genevieve into a hard embrace. “Crazy about you, yes.”

Those were the magic words to fold Genevieve into someone she barely recognized. Oh, who am I kidding? This is my natural state. She’d spend every day of her life melting into another woman’s arms if it meant hungry kisses and heavy caresses until the day she died. There’s nothing like it. A pair of lips on her throat was as heavenly as those hands lifting up her skirt and pushing her against the kitchen counter.

“Right here?” Genevieve asked. “I mean, that walk-in closet looked pretty sturdy…”

“Right here.”

Genevieve gave in after that, foisting herself onto the counter so her legs could wrap around Aya and become completely hers.

This is definitely a first for me. She had ever made out with someone during a real estate tour, let alone had sex with them. No wonder she didn’t come over to my hotel room last night. Genevieve hadn’t gotten in that late. There was time for Aya to come over and say hello, or for them to have a belated dinner together. Yet Aya had declined, citing they would see each other the next day. Now Genevieve understood why. Aya had planned this!

“Oh, wow…” Another thing Genevieve couldn’t help: making a damn fool of herself as her girlfriend unbuttoned the front of a linen sundress and inhaled the cleavage within. Genevieve fell back against the counter, her hands catching the flat, smooth surface as her skirt gathered around her thighs. She swore she felt something hard smack her against one of those thighs – she forgot all about it a second later. Someone was searching for her nipple in her dress, and Genevieve was inclined to arch her back and sigh. It feels like doing it in public. Yet nobody could see them. Nobody would see them. As long as they were careful, there would be no sign left behind. It made Genevieve wonder how many of her peers had done naughty acts like this before.

Most of them! I’d bet you!

“Tell me to fuck you.” Aya reached beneath Genevieve’s skirt and grabbed her underwear. “Right here.”

“Fuck me here.” Genevieve was almost all the way down on the counter, one hand bracing against Aya’s shoulder and the other clawing at her choker around her neck. She had worn the thin white one that day. She dreamed of finding one that she could wear every day because it was the one she associated with the love of her life. “Don’t hesitate. Take me now.”

Had she known they would be having sex in her future apartment, Genevieve would have dressed for the occasion. The bodice of her sundress was unfortunately tight, accentuating her chest, but not making it easy for Aya’s fingers and mouth to access. Not without unzipping the back of the dress, which Aya did a moment later. As Genevieve’s bodice fell away from her chest, her legs were lifted into the air, her skirt landing against her stomach and her hair spilling over the edge of the counter.

“Oh, God.” She never knew which god she cried to during these moments. All she knew was that a pair of fingers were soon inside of her, and that was damn heavenly.

Aya went for the quickie. One moment Genevieve was flirting with her girlfriend, and the next? Got my legs open on the kitchen counter and can barely withstand how hard and fast she’s going at me. Listening to Aya’s breaths increase in intensity was almost as hot as feeling those fingers leave their mark on Genevieve’s soul.

“Tell me you will come soon. Hm?” Aya grabbed a handful of Genevieve’s bodice and pulled it away from her chest. It was so much easier now for her to kiss what was beneath it. So much easier to overwhelm me with carnal sensations. That was all that existed in Genevieve’s mind. She lived, she breathed, she made love. On kitchen counters, no less. “I want to hear it in that sweet voice of yours.”

It reminded Genevieve of their phone liaisons whenever they were a sea apart. She tells me what to do. I do it. Complete with heavy moans over the phone and a wide view over their encrypted video chat server. Only I don’t have her inside of me during those times. No, just her own finger. Or a vibrator keeping her nightstand company. The same one Aya found when she slept in my bed. They both had fun with that one.

“I’m coming,” Genevieve whispered. “Now.”

She didn’t want it to be over so soon, but there she was, sighing in relief as her body shuddered in climax. Hold on to the moment, Gen. This was her first time doing something like this. With Aya, no less.

God, I love her… At some point, it would feel right to tell her. Maybe not now, though. Besides, Aya was distracted by Genevieve’s nipples, which she forked her naughty fingers around and licked with the tip of her tongue. Genevieve made the mistake of lifting her head and looking right into those deep and dark eyes the moment it happened.