in three years or so. Never mind, forget—”
Eva shut her up with a kiss. “I’m not saying no to the idea. It’s just unexpected.” She raised a brow. “Is it safe to assume I will be birthing these babies?”
“Very much so.”
“Thought so.”
“Eva, my lovely woman, if it would make you happy, I would grunt out a few kids for us. But I have seen pictures of when you were pregnant, and you were absolutely beautiful.”
The broad grin and imploring gaze made her shake her head and let out an all-suffering sigh.
“Well, my beautiful Andrea, what’s in it for me if I, how did you so eloquently put it, grunted out these kids?” She grinned up at Andrea through the fringe of her lashes. Lifting her hand, she teased over baby-soft skin, drawing patterns with the smooth edge of her nails. Andrea’s dark nipples drew up tight. Leaning in, she stroked her tongue over her top lip and wrapped them around the hard nub.
“Mmhmm, baby, whatever you want.” Fingers tangled in her curls.
She lifted her gaze and grasped Andrea’s slim hips. She stroked the tip of her tongue across Andrea’s chest to the other breast where she hesitated, teasing the nipple with her breath.
“Whatever I want…very dangerous words.” She teased, suckled, and bit at her woman’s peak, and the taller woman arched and trembled. To have control over such a powerful woman went to her head like a shot of liquor. She explored every inch of Andrea’s torso, discovered every little spot that made her moan and shiver, like the hollow of her throat. Eva nipped below her navel, and Andrea hissed through clenched teeth. Oh, and how could she forget the tender skin of her hips? Tracing along her pelvis, she rubbed her nose and mouth to the closely trimmed triangle of hair. Andrea’s thighs trembled, and she lowered to her knees.
“Eva, fuck, you drive me….”
She opened her mouth and pressed a kiss to damp lips, the subtle peak of Andrea’s clit teased her tongue, and the words cut off. She flicked her tongue over it, grazing but not giving everything. The taste of Andrea burst upon her tongue, and she gripped her hips as thighs shifted and parted.
She gazed lovingly into bright, heavy-lidded chocolate-hued eyes and pushed deep between the slick lips of Andrea’s pussy. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked at her lover’s clit and the delicate inner lips, moving back to tug. She repeated the motions with soft, tender pressure then followed with harder and rougher sucks and licks. She drove her partner to the edge only to ease her away from the precipice, prolonging the pleasure to hear Andrea moan and call her name.
Braced and bowed over her, Andrea’s thighs quivered with the effort to stand up. She dove in again, increased pressure and speed. Andrea’s delicate flesh slid along her tongue and lips. The older woman didn’t speak. She moaned, trembled, and clawed at the counter.
She pulsed, slipped her hand between her thighs, and rubbed her clit and swollen lips. She could tell Andrea was close, and she wanted to go over the edge with her. The creamy texture of her lover’s arousal flowed down her chin. A sharp hiss passed through clenched teeth, and Andrea’s hips ground downward, riding out her orgasm. Andrea came, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her own orgasm causing her hips to bow upward, her moan muffled between her partner’s thighs.
A few moments later, a mouth slammed against hers, and she opened her eyes to wild, passion-hazed ones. Fingers held frantically to her hair, tongues thrust, met, and swirled around each other. The kiss never seemed to end, but when it did, they were both breathless and their foreheads rested together.
“You’re so beautiful, Eva. Generous, loving. How the hell did I get so lucky?”
“I think the luck is mutual.” She pressed a quick kiss to Andrea’s lips and withdrew with a huge, sated smile. “Coffee, breakfast, and then a shower…together, of course.”
“That I can
Eva shut her up with a kiss. “I’m not saying no to the idea. It’s just unexpected.” She raised a brow. “Is it safe to assume I will be birthing these babies?”
“Very much so.”
“Thought so.”
“Eva, my lovely woman, if it would make you happy, I would grunt out a few kids for us. But I have seen pictures of when you were pregnant, and you were absolutely beautiful.”
The broad grin and imploring gaze made her shake her head and let out an all-suffering sigh.
“Well, my beautiful Andrea, what’s in it for me if I, how did you so eloquently put it, grunted out these kids?” She grinned up at Andrea through the fringe of her lashes. Lifting her hand, she teased over baby-soft skin, drawing patterns with the smooth edge of her nails. Andrea’s dark nipples drew up tight. Leaning in, she stroked her tongue over her top lip and wrapped them around the hard nub.
“Mmhmm, baby, whatever you want.” Fingers tangled in her curls.
She lifted her gaze and grasped Andrea’s slim hips. She stroked the tip of her tongue across Andrea’s chest to the other breast where she hesitated, teasing the nipple with her breath.
“Whatever I want…very dangerous words.” She teased, suckled, and bit at her woman’s peak, and the taller woman arched and trembled. To have control over such a powerful woman went to her head like a shot of liquor. She explored every inch of Andrea’s torso, discovered every little spot that made her moan and shiver, like the hollow of her throat. Eva nipped below her navel, and Andrea hissed through clenched teeth. Oh, and how could she forget the tender skin of her hips? Tracing along her pelvis, she rubbed her nose and mouth to the closely trimmed triangle of hair. Andrea’s thighs trembled, and she lowered to her knees.
“Eva, fuck, you drive me….”
She opened her mouth and pressed a kiss to damp lips, the subtle peak of Andrea’s clit teased her tongue, and the words cut off. She flicked her tongue over it, grazing but not giving everything. The taste of Andrea burst upon her tongue, and she gripped her hips as thighs shifted and parted.
She gazed lovingly into bright, heavy-lidded chocolate-hued eyes and pushed deep between the slick lips of Andrea’s pussy. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked at her lover’s clit and the delicate inner lips, moving back to tug. She repeated the motions with soft, tender pressure then followed with harder and rougher sucks and licks. She drove her partner to the edge only to ease her away from the precipice, prolonging the pleasure to hear Andrea moan and call her name.
Braced and bowed over her, Andrea’s thighs quivered with the effort to stand up. She dove in again, increased pressure and speed. Andrea’s delicate flesh slid along her tongue and lips. The older woman didn’t speak. She moaned, trembled, and clawed at the counter.
She pulsed, slipped her hand between her thighs, and rubbed her clit and swollen lips. She could tell Andrea was close, and she wanted to go over the edge with her. The creamy texture of her lover’s arousal flowed down her chin. A sharp hiss passed through clenched teeth, and Andrea’s hips ground downward, riding out her orgasm. Andrea came, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her own orgasm causing her hips to bow upward, her moan muffled between her partner’s thighs.
A few moments later, a mouth slammed against hers, and she opened her eyes to wild, passion-hazed ones. Fingers held frantically to her hair, tongues thrust, met, and swirled around each other. The kiss never seemed to end, but when it did, they were both breathless and their foreheads rested together.
“You’re so beautiful, Eva. Generous, loving. How the hell did I get so lucky?”
“I think the luck is mutual.” She pressed a quick kiss to Andrea’s lips and withdrew with a huge, sated smile. “Coffee, breakfast, and then a shower…together, of course.”
“That I can
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