Her clit…Morgan was kissing a woman and her clit was swollen! Her center molten…and flowing. Her panties now soaked.
Oh my fucking god!
Chapter 13
HolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshit! This is happening!
As their kiss continued, Chloë’s mind was wanting to process this sudden shift in her worldview: that from this point on, she would forever be a woman who had kissed the Morgan Banks! But she kept those thoughts at bay in favor of simply giving in to the enjoyment of now!
Morgan’s lips on hers were smooth, slick with gloss and insistent; her tongue an impish playmate to Chloë’s own. And all of this was sending triggering signals down to Chloë’s core, priming her body for more than just kissing. But Chloë had the presence of mind to remember that this woman kissing her now was a woman who had apparently never kissed a woman like this before and therefore Chloë did not want to press her advantage and do what she really wanted to do; namely, shove Morgan up against the wall and start removing these damn clothes they were both wearing.
So, she just let the kiss continue, somehow even managing to control her hands from roaming too much, keeping them on Morgan’s back, only occasional gliding them along the fabric of Morgan’s white t-shirt, her clit pulsing every time Morgan groaned in response.
Did the kiss last moments or minutes? Was it still Friday or had they managed to carry over into Saturday? Chloë honestly wasn’t sure. But eventually, their lips separated and the two women stood there, breathless, Morgan’s forehead resting against Chloë’s upturned one.
“Chloë…um…I’m terribly sorry,” Morgan finally managed to say.
“For what?” Chloë asked.
For giving me the best kiss I’ve had in a long, long time? Fine. Apology accepted!
Morgan stepped away. Chloë instantly missed having her in her arms.
“Are you okay?” Chloë asked quietly, mindful of the fact that the last time she asked the question—moments or minutes ago—it had led to some pretty amazing kissing.
And was that my fault?
Chloë was well aware that she had had moments of being rather flirtatious with Morgan since they had reconnected exactly one week ago. But she had thought it was harmless fun and Morgan certainly never seemed uncomfortable with it. In fact, Morgan always seemed to enjoy it.
But now Chloë was worried that tonight, perhaps, she had said or done something that…what, exactly? Had made Morgan feel like she had to kiss her to get Chloë off her back?
Panic rose up in Chloë at the thought.
“Miss Banks,” Chloë began in barely a whisper, “I’m sorry if I took advantage of…”
But Morgan held up her hand.
“No, Chloë, you did nothing wrong. It’s me. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I didn’t mind!” Chloë insisted, with a chuckle.
Giving what sounded to Chloë’s ears like a little moan of despair, Morgan turned and headed towards the sofa where she sat on the middle cushion.
Chloë didn’t know what to do. Should she sit next to Morgan on the sofa, or choose that really comfy-looking easy chair near the window in order to give Morgan some space?
Biting her lip, she tried to suss it out but thankfully Morgan patted the cushion next to her.
“Oh, thank god you did that!” Chloë exhaled out, her shoulders slumping with relief. “I honestly had no idea what to do!”
Morgan laughed.
After Chloë sat down, she waited for Morgan to begin talking but when the other woman didn’t say a word, she couldn’t help but ask, “So…what just happened?”
Smooth, Chloë! Smooth!
Morgan was looking down at her hands, fidgeting with a ring on her right middle finger.
“Um…I kissed you, is what happened,” she said softly.