Finally, though, Chloë had closed the laptop and packed it away, Morgan watching every movement, especially when Chloë had stood and stretched.
Then their eyes met. Morgan had quirked her eyebrow, Chloë had walked over to the sofa and soon kisses were happening and clothes were being taken off.
Now, Chloë’s hips were rocking faster, her head thrown back, her gorgeous breasts thrust forward. The sight of those perfect breasts was just too inviting and Morgan brought her mouth to one and clamped her lips around a pebbled nipple and sucked hard.
“Fuck, Miss Banks!” Chloë cried out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
And Chloë did, Morgan feeling her fingers and hand become even more coated with Chloë’s essence as the dam burst inside the younger woman, Chloë’s pussy tightening around her fingers, Chloë grinding her pelvis down even harder as the orgasm claimed her, pushing Morgan deeper inside her.
“Oh my God!” Chloë gasped, collapsing off Morgan’s lap and flopping down on the sofa when it was over.
Morgan laid down next to her, their limbs entangling.
“Having fun, Miss Marchand?” Morgan murmured, kissing Chloë’s collarbone.
“So much fun,” Chloë said, still a bit breathless. “I think you’ve been lying to me.”
Morgan laughed.
“About?”
“About not having been with women before. I think you’ve always been a lesbian.”
“Mm…you’re right,” Morgan said, still kissing Chloë’s collarbone. “My entire heterosexual dating history was fabricated as part of my evil plan to get you into my bed so I could taste you.”
“Mission accomplished,” Chloë said, turning her head so that she could find Morgan’s lips with her own. When the kiss ended, Chloë asked, “How long have you been living in this house again?”
Morgan pulled away enough to give Chloë a puzzled glance.
“Why?”
Chloë giggled.
“Because I’m wondering if you ever plan on unpacking, or will you just leave it for when you buy your next house.”
Morgan followed where Chloë’s eyes were looking now and groaned. The one remaining box from Ikea was still there in the foyer, waiting to be opened and its contents assembled.
“I swear, I am never going to that store again,” Morgan said.
“Let’s build it,” Chloë suggested, which earned another groan from Morgan.
“But that means putting our clothes back on! Not to mention stopping having sex!”
Laughing, Chloë said, “As the older one, shouldn’t you be setting an example for me? Something about hard work?”
“Oh my god, that’s all bullshit,” Morgan said. “All anyone over thirty really wants to do is lay on a sofa naked under a blanket, with a bottle of good wine and the TV remote within reach.”
“I’ll give you an incentive,” Chloë said, and Morgan then felt Chloë’s hand reach between her legs to palm her sex.
“That’s only an incentive to stay right where I am,” Morgan said huskily, ready to surrender to whatever Chloë wanted to do to her.
“Not if it doesn’t go any further,” Chloë said with a smirk.
“God, why would you be so cruel?”
“Not cruel,” Chloë whispered. “Motivating.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Morgan said.