of
stability in her oh-so hectic life. She took the empty bottle and unscrewed it,
throwing the pieces into a bucket of water by the bedroom door. That, too, was
Adrian's addition to the household. He took the bucket downstairs each day,
emptied it, and refilled it was clean water. Then the women didn't need to take
it downstairs themselves but could go straight to bed if they wished, and there
was no risk of bottles going sour overnight from sitting closed and empty. She
marveled at the idea- for someone with no children, he sure had creative ideas
for taking care of RaeLynn's stuff.
She went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She
climbed naked into their large bed and prepared to read a book while she waited
for Diandra to come to bed. She wanted to be awake to spend some quality time
worshiping her lover's body, and hoped reading one of her favorite books would
keep her entertained in the meantime. She didn't notice that each blink took
longer than the last. Fifteen minutes is all it took before her eyes wouldn't
open after a particularly long blink. When Diandra finally came upstairs, she
found Lizbeth snoring lightly, her paperback lying across her chest with one
arm cradling it to her like a treasured toy. Smiling to herself, she took the
paperback and put a bookmark in it to hold Lizbeth's place before putting it
back on the nightstand. She undressed, turned out the light, and climbed into
bed. She spooned her body around Lizzie's and joined her in sleep.
Chapter
Eighteen
Lizbeth woke up feeling refreshed, but slightly guilty. She
felt as if she'd forgotten something, but she couldn't quite remember what it
was. It wasn't until she rolled over on her side that she remembered what it
was- she was waiting up for Diandra. They had made plans to make love that night,
but somehow she just couldn't stay awake long enough to wait for her to finish
her paperwork. A small grin quirked the corners of her mouth as she decided to
wake her love up in the best possible way. She leaned over, trailing
feather-light down the side of Diandra's neck. Dia wiggled a little in her
sleep but didn't wake. Lizbeth was enjoying herself, kissing her way lower,
moving the blankets mere inches at a time. When she made her way to the sweet
spot between Dia's thighs, she was still planting light kisses, her breath
fanning lightly over those tanned, trim legs.
Diandra woke when Lizbeth pressed the flat of her tongue at
the bottom of that heat and licked a hard, thick line up. Startled lilac eyes
locked onto amused sky blue ones. "Good morning, baby," Lizzie said
with a smile before returning to the activity that had her so contented.
Dia grasped a handful of the sheets in each hand, her heels
pressed firmly to the bed while her hips bucked wildly. She felt as though the
top of her head would fly off from the pleasure of it all. She'd never been
woken up in quite this fashion, but she found she could all too easily come to
live for nothing less. Lizbeth's tongue was moving expertly- one moment lapping
at her body like a cat with a bowl of milk, the next tensing her tongue and
probing inside much the way she would with fingers. Her tongue found that bud
of pleasure and pressed firmly, barely moving at all- she merely flexed the
muscles and released, over and over again. She felt Diandra's muscles clench
and she carefully inserted two fingers inside that warm passage, flicking the
tips against that spongy spot just inside, over and over again. With a scream,
Diandra's orgasm flowed through her body, running over Lizbeth's fingers and
down to that searching tongue. Lizzie increased the pace, drawing the pleasure
out until the orgasms ran together in a never-ending wave. Finally spent, Dia cried
out one final time and her body trembled against the mattress. Lizbeth kissed
her way back up, much the way she had started. "Good morning, baby,"
she repeated.
"Mm, yes it is," Dia gasped out. She reached
surreptitiously into the drawer of
stability in her oh-so hectic life. She took the empty bottle and unscrewed it,
throwing the pieces into a bucket of water by the bedroom door. That, too, was
Adrian's addition to the household. He took the bucket downstairs each day,
emptied it, and refilled it was clean water. Then the women didn't need to take
it downstairs themselves but could go straight to bed if they wished, and there
was no risk of bottles going sour overnight from sitting closed and empty. She
marveled at the idea- for someone with no children, he sure had creative ideas
for taking care of RaeLynn's stuff.
She went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She
climbed naked into their large bed and prepared to read a book while she waited
for Diandra to come to bed. She wanted to be awake to spend some quality time
worshiping her lover's body, and hoped reading one of her favorite books would
keep her entertained in the meantime. She didn't notice that each blink took
longer than the last. Fifteen minutes is all it took before her eyes wouldn't
open after a particularly long blink. When Diandra finally came upstairs, she
found Lizbeth snoring lightly, her paperback lying across her chest with one
arm cradling it to her like a treasured toy. Smiling to herself, she took the
paperback and put a bookmark in it to hold Lizbeth's place before putting it
back on the nightstand. She undressed, turned out the light, and climbed into
bed. She spooned her body around Lizzie's and joined her in sleep.
Chapter
Eighteen
Lizbeth woke up feeling refreshed, but slightly guilty. She
felt as if she'd forgotten something, but she couldn't quite remember what it
was. It wasn't until she rolled over on her side that she remembered what it
was- she was waiting up for Diandra. They had made plans to make love that night,
but somehow she just couldn't stay awake long enough to wait for her to finish
her paperwork. A small grin quirked the corners of her mouth as she decided to
wake her love up in the best possible way. She leaned over, trailing
feather-light down the side of Diandra's neck. Dia wiggled a little in her
sleep but didn't wake. Lizbeth was enjoying herself, kissing her way lower,
moving the blankets mere inches at a time. When she made her way to the sweet
spot between Dia's thighs, she was still planting light kisses, her breath
fanning lightly over those tanned, trim legs.
Diandra woke when Lizbeth pressed the flat of her tongue at
the bottom of that heat and licked a hard, thick line up. Startled lilac eyes
locked onto amused sky blue ones. "Good morning, baby," Lizzie said
with a smile before returning to the activity that had her so contented.
Dia grasped a handful of the sheets in each hand, her heels
pressed firmly to the bed while her hips bucked wildly. She felt as though the
top of her head would fly off from the pleasure of it all. She'd never been
woken up in quite this fashion, but she found she could all too easily come to
live for nothing less. Lizbeth's tongue was moving expertly- one moment lapping
at her body like a cat with a bowl of milk, the next tensing her tongue and
probing inside much the way she would with fingers. Her tongue found that bud
of pleasure and pressed firmly, barely moving at all- she merely flexed the
muscles and released, over and over again. She felt Diandra's muscles clench
and she carefully inserted two fingers inside that warm passage, flicking the
tips against that spongy spot just inside, over and over again. With a scream,
Diandra's orgasm flowed through her body, running over Lizbeth's fingers and
down to that searching tongue. Lizzie increased the pace, drawing the pleasure
out until the orgasms ran together in a never-ending wave. Finally spent, Dia cried
out one final time and her body trembled against the mattress. Lizbeth kissed
her way back up, much the way she had started. "Good morning, baby,"
she repeated.
"Mm, yes it is," Dia gasped out. She reached
surreptitiously into the drawer of
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