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Chapter Twenty-Three 10 page

Sophia pulled back to look at her. Her hand moved lower, scratching at Leah's belly. Leah bit her lip. She wanted to seize Sophia's hand and press it against herself, but Sophia was happy, smiling, her fingers shifting mischievously. Leah decided to see what Sophia might do. And she didn't have the strength to move, anyway.

Leah wet her lips, and asked, "Mercy?"

"Mercy?"

Leah covered Sophia's hand on her stomach.

Sophia moved her hand lower. "Leah Fisher doesn't have to ask anyone for mercy. Least of all, me."

Leah grinned and tossed her head, her hair spilling across the pillow, and rubbed Sophia's hand. Their hands moved together with Leah's uneven, excited breathing.

"Especially the night before her show opens," Sophia said.

"I like to concentrate my success in 48 hour segments, and then have a really bad rest of the year."

Sophia cocked an eyebrow and slid her hand down between Leah's legs. She pressed her whole hand against Leah. Leah swallowed hard and braced herself on the bed. Sophia's middle finger worked between Leah's lower lips. Leah cried out.

"I can already tell you're going to be loud," Sophia said as she stroked Leah.

Leah nodded a response and bit her lip. She'd be as loud as Sophia wanted. She panted shallowly. Sophia curled her fingers, dipping the tips just into Leah while increasing the pressure against her. Leah gasped and let out a hoarse cry. Sophia knelt on the bed, keeping her hand against Leah. Leah tried to keep her eyes open. Sophia was playful and radiant. Her breasts swayed just out of reach. Sweat made her skin gleam. Leah wanted her again. She wanted...

Sophia pushed a finger inside Leah.

Leah bucked and groaned. Sophia, watched her intently. "More?"

"More," Leah said.

Leah gritted her teeth as she felt Sophia inside her, stretching her, exciting her with just her hand, her practiced fingers, her eager posture. Leah surrendered, wasn't even jealous that Sophia so obviously knew what she was doing. Just grateful that Sophia's fingers pressed in an interesting place and took her higher.

"Mercy?" Sophia asked.

"More."

Leah contorted in ecstasy. She must look foolish, red and sweaty and so needy, but Sophia smiled, meeting her eyes, looking intense yet pleased as she stroked. Leah's toes curled. She tried to let go. Sophia leaned down to kiss Leah's forehead, and then her cheek, and then whispered in her ear, "Maybe if you closed your eyes."

Leah closed her eyes, which helped free her from the physicality of it all, the visual of how Sophia looked reflecting back on how she must look. Now the universe was made only of Sophia's hand and Sophia's breath on her face. Sophia kissed her lips and then drew back. Leah lifted her chin for another kiss, but didn't find Sophia. Sophia's hand shifted, settling outside her to stroke her swollen folds. Leah could imagine Sophia above her, back arched, hair sweaty and tousled around her face, still grinning.



Then Leah screamed as Sophia's fingers quickly entered her again. There must have been a third, she felt fuller than before. There was more friction. More.

Her cries became constant until she reached the cusp. She was so close and yet she still wanted to see what Sophia would do. Her stomach quivered. Her breasts felt hot.

Sophia said, "You're so beautiful."

Leah let out a rough gasp. She grabbed for Sophia. Sophia settled on top of her, her fingers taking her, hard and slick and slender. Leah clung to her, thrusting her hips in cadence, close. Her eyes stayed closed.

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Sophia said, in a low and seductive voice.

"I'm almost there."

Sophia covered her mouth in a kiss, robbing her of breath, touching her relentlessly. Leah struggled and then her ears roared and her mind went blank. She came, her senses focused at the point of Sophia's hand, exploding outward. She screamed and Sophia released her from the kiss. Leah bucked as the orgasm rocked her. She fell back against the bed, shaking her head to protest Sophia's continuing touches, now torture to her sensitive, swollen folds, and breathing deep, gulping breaths.

"Okay," Leah said. "Okay."

Sophia settled down at her side and let her hand rest between Leah's breasts. Leah waited until the room stopped spinning before turning her head.

Sophia grinned.

Leah licked her lips. "I have no idea what to say."

Sophia's grin got wider.

Leah closed her eyes. "What time is it?"

Sophia kissed her shoulder, and then shifted to raise herself up far enough to see the clock. "One thirty," she said.

Leah rolled onto her side, and considered. Sophia wrinkled her nose.

"My show is opening," Leah said.

"Tomorrow, I hear," Sophia said.

"That means I don't have to be at work until six in the evening," Leah said.

Sophia raised her eyebrows.

Leah nodded.

Sophia kissed her, and then murmured, "That's wonderful. There are things I haven't done."

"Let's do them," Leah said. She ran her finger down Sophia's stomach. Sophia sucked her breath in, tightening her abdomen. Leah asked, "Showing off?"

"You're tickling me."

Leah slid her hand over Sophia's ribs. Sophia squeaked. Leah trailed her fingers down Sophia's hip. Sophia whined.

"There too?"

"Everywhere," Sophia said.

Leah relented, and cupped Sophia's cheek, and leaned in to brush noses with her. "This time, we're starting from the real beginning."

"What's that?"

"Making out like schoolgirls," Leah said.

Sophia stuck out her tongue, and then stretched it toward Leah. Leah met it with her own, and then sealed their mouths in a hungry kiss. When they parted, Sophia said, "I'm glad we're already naked."

"Me too. It was a good idea."

"Do you have any more good ideas?"

"Tons." Leah rolled onto Sophia and murmured, "Good idea number two..."


Date: 2015-12-11; view: 671


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