Reunion: A Lesbian Love Story

She turned then, and I felt a ripple of gratitude. I am not sure I could have stood the erotic torture for another second. I drank in the sight of her, naked breasts completely exposed to my insatiable view. Perfect globes and dusky circles with hard nipples begging for my touch. I ripped my eyes away from the beguiling sight, my eyes seeking hers and finding them locked on my lips. She was irresistible.

I leaned forward, hesitating just before our lips met. Her eyes collided with mine, and we instantly froze, wordlessly sharing our new reality. Then she closed the distance, and we kissed for the first time. Our touch was gentle at first, but neither of us could contain the fire we had stoked for so long. The kiss deepened and our tongues danced fiercely, heat spreading through my body as she pulled me against her naked breasts.

How many times had I imagined kissing her this way? A thousand nights of pent up desire were released in that kiss, and I knew right then that I would never have enough.

Finally I pulled back, and her hands went to the bottom of my shirt, lifting it and rubbing hot against my bare skin. I gasped at her touch, my chest heaving as I looked at her, her eyes wide with desire. Her nails scraped across my skin, and my eyes slammed shut, teeth clenched at the fierce rush of need. I grabbed the hem of the shirt and swiftly yanked it off, and then threw my bra to join it on the floor.

I reached for her, drowning in the feel of her breasts pressed against mine and the honey taste of her mouth. I leaned backward, pulling her on top of me, my hands exploring lower. I cupped the roundness of her bottom, spreading my legs and pulling her hips tight against my body. My own hips thrust against her, once, twice. But then I froze. Through the haze of passion and need, I remembered that this was her first time, and I forced myself to slow down.

Gasping for breath, I pulled my lips from hers, the sight of her eyes glazed with her own desire nearly driving me over the edge. Every inch of my body screaming at the act of sel

f-control, I rolled her over to her back, by body on top of hers. Our eyes met, those blue pools so familiar, yet the expression in them so very new to me.

I leaned forward, my lips barely touching her ear. “I’m going to make love to you, Kiera,” I whispered.

Sliding down slightly, my lips found the softness of her breasts. I traced light kisses over the heat of her skin, my tongue dancing toward the sensitive tips. I thought she was going to explode when I finally took one hard nipple in my mouth, sucking and nipping as I had wanted to for so long. Her scent and taste went straight to my head like a fine wine, and I was instantly drunk with her. But it was far from enough.

My hands splayed across the smoothness of her stomach, stroking and tantalizing as my lips kissed every inch of her luscious breasts. Her hands clenched the back of my head, winding through my hair, holding me tight. My fingers found the front of her pants, and I quickly unclasped them, sliding the zipper down. I pulled away, and she immediately lifted her hips and helped me slide them down. Black lace panties that matched her sexy bra were the only thing left clinging to her body, but as enticing as they were, I tugged them off, too.

She lay there, completely naked, the beauty of her sending a flood of burning need through me. Then her eyes once more sought mine. I saw a slight hesitation, a glimmer of nervousness, and I felt a wash of apprehension flood my heart. I leaned down, my eyes boring into hers, trying to read her, as I lightly stroked her arms. Did she want to stop? Was it too much too soon?

Finally her lips parted. “Do you have any idea how much I need you?” she whispered, her body arching up to meet mine. “Touch me. Oh god, please just touch me.”

I settled myself between her spread legs, and my lips traced her collarbone in teasing little circles before moving further down, my body rubbing tortuously between her legs. Her hips arched forward, pressing against me, and my lips dipped lower to kiss the softness of her belly. She whimpered as I rested there, my fingers finding the softness of her inner thigh, stroking and caressing in rhythm with my kisses.

My lips moved further down, and her hands found the back of my head again, any hesitation or inhibition completely gone. Her hands urged me lower, and I slid my body off of hers, my hands spreading her to my view. She was so wet, the evidence of her desire coating the damp, curling tendrils. The scent of her flooded through me, and suddenly nothing existed in the world except for the two of us.

My mouth claimed her, and she cried out as my tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her clit was hard and swollen, ready for me, as I sucked and stroked, my tongue dancing a slow line of fire across the sensitive flesh. I slid my hand up between her thighs, sliding two fingers, then a third, into her, relishing the feel of the rippled flesh inside as my tongue drove her higher and higher.

My mouth and my fingers stroked a dancing rhythm, fingers curling and tongue swirling, and I knew she was lost in utter delirium. Her hips bucked against me, her head thrown back and fists tightly clenching the sheets. In a flash, she was screaming, her wordless sounds of passion bringing a fresh rush of desire to my body. Over and over she thrust, her wetness soaking my hand, screams ripped from her throat. Then she shuddered, muscles clenching my fingers still inside of her, and finally lay still.

I pulled away, my own body throbbing with desire. She lay there, a fine sheen covering her body, her breath still ragged and the pulse pounding in her throat. I slammed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth furiously, trying to drag my raging hormones back under control. I didn’t want to push her, to take her farther than she was ready to go. But I wanted, needed, my own release.

The next thing I knew, she had arched her hips and bucked me off, rolling me swiftly onto my back. I lay there startled for a second, but my confusion didn’t last. Stunning green eyes stared down at me. “It’s my turn, now,” she said.

When her mouth found my waiting nipple, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her mouth was hot and wet, shooting lava straight to my core. I could not wait. There would be time later for slow exploration, but that was not what I needed right now.

I reached between us and tugged my jeans and panties off, urgency speeding my hands, then pulled her back against me. “God, I need you to touch me.” Raw need clutched at me, and I tugged her hand down, wanting, begging for release.

Keira chuckled, her sexy voice sending a skittering of goose bumps across my skin. “Don’t you want to take is slow?”

“Oh hell no,” I managed to murmur as I placed her hand between my legs. Her fingers found my clit, and instinct took her over. She stroked me, the tips of her fingers sliding down into my wetness and back up, rubbing just the right place to drive me over the edge.

It took only seconds and then I was coming, grabbing a pillow to muffle the too loud screams that would have been heard all the way to the hotel lobby. My body convulsed against her, the waves completely overcoming me as I simply let go and fell crashing over the edge.

The explosion was blinding, a free fall of fire and pleasure rippling through my entire body. My hips ground into her hand, my back arched into her, my hands clenched tightly into fists. It seemed forever before the waves passed, slowly ebbing away and leaving me wordlessly reaching for my lover.

Kiera rolled to my side, nestling her naked body against mine. It was several long minutes before I could get my breath and control the ripples that still sped, every few seconds, through my body. My hand absently stroked her hair, my eyes closed, lest I open them and find it was all a dream. How could this really be happening?

Kiera shifted and raised herself to prop up on one arm. “Hey,” she whispered. “Are you falling asleep on me?”

I smiled. She had always known how to make me laugh.

But as my eyes opened to meet her gaze, I realized that even though this was her first time, not mine, I was the one who was afraid. Apprehension tugged at my heart as I drank in the long desired sight of her leaning over me. I had wanted her for so long. And despite so many years of trying to convince myself it had all just been puppy love, I knew better. I had been in love with her for more than twenty years. I would always love her.

She leaned forward, one finger reaching out to lightly trace the side of my face. Her thumb came up to caress my lips, and I kissed it, sucking the tip gently. Her lips parted, but then she hesitated. Finally, she spoke, her voice a tremulous whisper once more. “Jessie, did you know that I have always loved you?’

My eyes locked with hers. “No,” I said honestly, and she froze, a worried expression on her face. “But I have always known that I was in love with you,” I finished. Then Kiera gave me that special little smile, the one that had always driven me crazy, and she leaned forward.