Love Off Limits: A Lesbian Mother's Best Friend Romance

She inhaled deeply and sighed. “You smell amazing. My mouth is already watering to have you on my tongue.”

Neera threw her head back against the floor. She pulled her skirt up higher with one hand that she freed from Scarlet’s soft hair, then brushed her panties aside. She was so heated that the warm air in the room actually felt chilly. She shivered as Scarlet looked at her.

“Perfect,” Scarlet moaned. “So lovely.” She smoothed her finger over Neera’s core, gathering her wetness there before she reared up and smeared it over Neera’s bottom lip in a move that shocked her. “I want you to enjoy yourself while I’m savouring you.”

Neera’s tongue peeked out and she gathered the salty arousal off her lips while Scarlet ducked back down. She didn’t hesitate this time. She parted Neera with her fingers, then she pressed her mouth to her core, finding her clit immediately and lashing it with her tongue mercilessly.

The scream that tore out of Neera’s lungs wasn’t a sound she’d ever heard herself make. She writhed against the floor, bucked up into Scarlet’s face, and licked the taste of herself off her lips, letting it blossom over her tongue like an explosion. Scarlet knew what she was doing, and she was incredibly good at it. She feasted at Neera, eating her loudly. Neera thrashed against her, crying out when her tongue found her entrance and filled her up.

She was so close to coming, and she was truly shocked when Scarlet tore away. She climbed over Neera gracefully, rucking up the skirt of her dress and puling her panties to the side as she angled herself over Neera’s face.

Neera didn’t need any further instruction. It was wicked as hell, dirtier than she’d ever anticipated, hotter than anything she could ever have imagined. It thrilled her, excited her, it made her feel like she could shatter without even being touched.

She tasted Scarlet, and she knew that she hadn’t been wrong about anything. Scarlet was it. She was the sweetest thing on earth. She tasted rich, like dark purple cherries, like a sweet strawberry, like a perfect plum just picked. Scarlet rode her face while she ate at her from beneath her spread thighs, thrusting her tongue inside of her to gather that sweet nectar, letting it run down her chin, finding her clit and suckling it into her mouth just to be rewarded with Scarlet’s whimpers of pleasure above her.

“Touch yourself,” Scarlet panted. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers while you eat me until I’m coming on your face.”

Neera’s whole world was rocked. She’d heard dirty talk before, but she’d never, ever imagined Scarlet would talk like that, and she never truly believed that she’d hear it for real, in anything other than her mind in the heart of her fantasizes. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, and when she brought her fingers to her weeping sex, she nearly sent herself over the edge at just the slightest brush.

She circled her clit gently, but even the faint, light movement made shockwaves rip through her body. She didn’t want to come first, to have it all be over. She went slow, but she tasted Scarlet with a wild abandon, using her tongue to do things to her that she’d also only ever dreamed of doing. She loved the taste of her as she coated her mouth, loved the rich, exotic way that spice lingered on her tongue like a heady wine.

It was only a few minutes more and neither of them could keep going. Scarlet came first, thrashing against Neera’s face, drenching her lips and her mouth as she threw back her head and chanted Neera’s name in her throaty voice, over and over again. It was more than enough to send Neera into a spiral of her own pleasure. She got sucked into the vortex and it swirled over her, the waves crashing one after another as she circled her clit with her index finger, plunged it into her entrance, then teased herself almost cruelly again by pinching her clit.

She’d made herself come before many, many times, but it had never felt like that. Her body was wrung out with pleasure, her legs weak, her stomach quaking, her chest heaving.

Scarlet climbed off gracefully, even though she was still trembling too. She tugged down her dress and knelt beside Neera on the floor.

Neera searched her face, wanting her in her arms, wanting to be wrapped in her arms, wanting to be closer than they were. She searched her face for traces of regret, but there was just a warm glow there. Not a smile exactly, but not a frown either.

“Are you okay?” Neera asked tentatively. She reached out and smoothed a hand down Scarlet’s hair. Her neat bob was mussed all over the place, and Neera tucked a strand back behind her ear. Scarlet looked young that way. Not that it mattered to Neera. She wanted Scarlet exactly as she was, but flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes huge and heavy, she looked more youthful than Neera had ever seen. The bob made her look even younger, not more distinguished.

It took a minute, but Scarlet bit down on her bottom lip, then nodded. “I’m okay.”

“I’m okay too,” Neera whispered. “We’re going to be okay, Scarlet.” She adjusted her skirt, pulling it down, and doing up the buttons of her blouse slowly. She was well aware that Scarlet traced every movement with her eyes.

Neera would have liked something more

intimate after. She wanted Scarlet to hold her. She would have made the first move herself, but Scarlet seemed a little skittish now, and she didn’t want to scare her off.

They’d already done more than she ever dreamed. Holding each other after? She knew they could work up to that. To a level of trust and intimacy that was so much more than sex, or at least, was as good after as it was during. Things were still new and raw and Scarlet’s nerves were probably grated to a pulp over what had just happened. That she wasn’t running or panicking or listing out reasons why it was a bad idea and couldn’t happen ever again, was a massive win.

Scarlet adjusted her clothing then finally stood up. She leaned against the wall, waiting for Neera. It felt weird to get back on her feet, but Neera did, even if she teetered a little before she found her shoes and stepped back into them.

“I never thought, um, you’re really…”

“Was it too much?” Scarlet’s hand wavered at her neck like she was ready to swat off an imaginary insect. “Was I too much? Or not enough?”

“Not enough?” Neera’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out. “Oh, my God, never. I was a little bit surprised at how you were ready to take control. I liked it,” she quickly added. “I was just a little bit— I didn’t expect that.”

“I guess when you get older, if you know what you want and you know your body, you shouldn’t be ashamed to take it. Isn’t that what everyone says? That women are in their sexual prime in their later years?”

“Later years,” Neera shook her head. “I think that’s just people trying to put other people into a box. You were perfect. More than.” She took a chance and crossed the room. She was smiling as she took Scarlet’s hands. She held them gently, then brought her forehead to hers. She kissed her there before kissing her lips. She still let out a small gasp, but then her hands cupped Neera’s face and she welcomed her like she was coming home.

The kiss was slow and sensual. It didn’t stop Neera from wanting to back Scarlet up against the wall and strip all of her clothes off and have her all over again. It was everything she wanted for after. It was a hug and a cuddle, limbs wrapped up in each other, pleasure slowly fading, skin cooling, all in one delicious, slow meeting of their mouths.

“Can I still have time to think about how we’re supposed to do this?” Scarlet rasped after she pulled back.

Neera nodded. “I think we both need that.”