“Because I belong to you…”
“Good girl,” Rachel whispered.
The rubbing continued. Ainsley’s moaning continued. So did her trembling.
Finally…
“Fuck!” Ainsley called out. “Fuck!...I’m coming! Oh FUCK!”
And then Ainsley’s hips bucked violently twice and she put her hand over Rachel’s, stopping her finger’s rubbing, and she screamed out lustily and arched her back so much that Rachel’s head was forced off Ainsley’s chest.
Relegated to spectator, Rachel was now free to touch her own pussy. The amount of wetness her fingers found between her legs no longer surprised her; this was what Ainsley always did to her. As she watched and listened to her girlfriend in the grip of orgasm, Rachel reached the brink quickly but kept herself from going over just long enough to raise herself up and straddle Ainsley’s hips.
She pressed her pussy down on Ainsley’s landing strip of curls and rocked her hips, sliding her folds and her clit on the other woman’s mound, finishing what she started with her fingers.
“Ainsley…” she huffed just a second before the cataclysm hit below her waist and she climaxed, feeling her come stream out to be spread on Ainsley’s mound by the motion of her rocking hips.
“Fuck, I’m coming haaaaard!” she screamed. Her eyes were closed, pinpoints of light popping in the darkness behind her lids. She felt Ainsley’s hands cover her breasts, squeezing them
, pulling on her nipples while her own hands were now entangled in her hair as she grunted with the pleasure of her contractions.
When it was over and she had collapsed back onto the mattress, Rachel sighed contentedly. Next to her, Ainsley was still breathing more rapidly than normal.
“Christ, baby,” Rachel muttered.
“Yeah,” Ainsley said. “I know.”
Chapter 26
What a way to spend a day off!
It was Saturday and Ainsley had been hard at work unpacking since early that morning. When she had entered the house and seen all that needed to be done, she had looked forlornly at her purse, silently praying for her pager to go off, hoping someone needed an abdominal vein resection in a hurry. Perhaps a nice bile duct excision. Hell, she would have even taken a burst appendix.
Alas, though, her pager had remained silent. Ainsley had taken it as a sign: Get to work!
And so she had. Alone.
Rachel had been unable to spend the morning helping due to having an open house for one of the properties she had listed. But she had promised that after that—as well as after a showing here in Carlsbad—she would go home, change and then scoot right over to become Ainsley’s little helper.
It was just as well that she was doing this alone, Ainsley eventually conceded. How much would she have really gotten done, after all, if she had had to keep stopping to tell her girlfriend where something belonged—especially since she herself wasn’t entirely sure where everything would go? This way, every time Ainsley opened a box, she had the time to reflect peacefully on where each item in that box would go, how it would fit into this new home of hers.
Another advantage of her solitude: during the past few hours, Ainsley had discovered that she was falling in love with this house even more. The place had a good energy, a welcoming energy, as if the house was letting her know it was pleased she was its new owner. If she had had someone here with her, Ainsley doubted she would have been attuned enough to have picked up on that. Also, she liked discovering how she sounded in this house. The different noises her footfalls made in each room, for example. Or the way the sound of her voice changed as she went from room to room singing a Taylor Swift song. Or that grunting while moving a box in the kitchen sounded different than grunting while moving a box in the laundry room. And all of this sound-discovery was helping Ainsley feel as if she and the house were getting to know one another. After all, she’d be spending most of her time here alone; it would be comforting knowing what she sounded like as she lived within these walls.
Alone except for Rachel.
That thought had made her stop what she had been doing (in this case, deciding which kitchen cabinet her air fryer would go in) and puzzle over why her mind had decided to make that particular thought pop up.
Trying not to make such a big deal of it, Ainsley had considered that, sure, Rachel was going to end up spending time here. They were a couple, after all. Perfectly reasonable Rachel would be here.
From time to time.
On occasion.
Here and there.
But her mind and her heart were nagging her by telling her, deep down, that, no, silly…Rachel was going to be here lots.
Ainsley had shaken her head, trying to force her mind back onto the problem of where the air fryer was going to live. But her mind was being pesky and her heart was playing right along also.