Love On Call

Glenn stripped by the side of the bed, pulled down the covers, and was thankful she hadn’t slept much in the last few days. The sheets were fresh and though the air was hot, with the windows open, enough of a breeze stole through to keep them comfortable until sometime in the afternoon. If Mari was still there by then.

Glenn pushed away thoughts of later and lay down, naked, exposed. With other women, the sex had been perfunctory if heated, sometimes impersonal, sometimes friendly. What she wanted now was something far different. She wanted to touch as deeply as she could, and she needed to let herself be touched. Mari deserved that.

The bathroom door opened and Mari appeared, her hair damp and a towel wrapped around her body. “How did I do?”

Glenn pushed up on her elbows. “I think you broke a record.”

“Stay right there. Don’t move.”

Glenn sent her a quizzical look but followed orders. Mari took in Glenn’s naked form. Felt her breath rush out and gasped to pull it back. Glenn was all long lines of muscle and, surprisingly, curves where they ought to be, all of her subtly beautiful.

Mari stopped worrying about whether she would know what to do when the time came. Stopped worrying if she’d made the right decision. Let fear and uncertainty evaporate in the day’s heat like the drops of water from her flushed skin. She loosed the towel and smiled inwardly when Glenn jerked and her eyes took on that dark, intense focus. Mari took her time crossing to the bed, feeling her breasts tighten and lift, her nipples pebble despite the temperature. Excitement raged through her. By the time she reached her, Glenn had shifted until she was sitting on the side of the bed as she had been the very first time they’d kissed here. She opened her thighs and pulled Mari between them, pressing her cheek to Mari’s bare midriff. Skin on skin, fire to flame.

Mari bit her lip and ran her fingers over Glenn’s shoulders and down her back. She’d never get tired of exploring the strength and power beneath the satiny skin. Glenn’s mouth pressed against her belly and the soft heat moved through her, coalescing between her thighs. When Glenn cupped her buttocks and kissed lower, Mari trembled.

“Your mouth’s incredible, but I need to slow down or I’m afraid this will be over all too soon.”

Glenn looked up at her, grinning. “I’m in no hurry, but I have a hard time keeping my hands off you.”

Mari gripped her shoulders and pushed back gently. “That’s a really good idea. Let’s see how long you can

not

touch.”

Glenn groaned but obediently stretched out on the bed.

“First, I want to touch you everywhere.” Mari knelt beside her. So much to discover. Going slow was going to be a lot harder than she’d imagined, especially with the pressure between her thighs making her head swim.

“You can have whatever you want.” Glenn curled her fingers into the sheets as Mari made a little humming noise and leaned over her.

Mari’s breasts swayed gently, her hair a dark silky cloud around Glenn’s face. Mari kissed her, soft and slow and like she owned her. Glenn liked the feeling. Her thighs tightened and a pulse beat hard between her legs.

Mari eased back and stroked a fiery line down the center of Glenn’s body, tracing the curve of her breasts with her fingertips, teasing the muscles in her abdomen until they tightened with need. When Mari stroked the hollow at the base of Glenn’s belly, she fought not to whimper.

“You have an amazing body,” Mari murmured, brushing her lips over Glenn’s nipple.

Glenn hissed. Mari’s mouth was hot, her breasts just brushing the surface of Glenn’s skin. She wanted to hold them, caress them, taste them. “How much longer?”

“Oh,” Mari mused, fascinated by the way Glenn’s body jerked and trembled when she caressed her, “a while yet. I know you can be patient.”

Once upon a time she could’ve waited motionless, lying for hours in the scorching heat with the threat of death ready to rain down on her, but now her control was rapidly shredding. Her head was light, her belly heavy, the need for release volcanic. She twisted the cotton harder between her fists, her fingers cramping. Whatever Mari wanted, she would give.

“Turn over,” Mari whispered, “I haven’t seen all of you yet.”

Silently, Glenn obeyed, turning her face against the pillow.

Mari wanted to memorize every inch of her, so starkly beautiful, her face etched in passion, but the more she touched her, the closer she came to losing control. Mari caressed Glenn’s back to the hollow at the base of her spine and over the rise of her muscular ass. Glenn’s legs parted as her buttocks lifted, and Mari teased the buttery soft skin high up between her legs.

“Be careful,” Glenn warned hoarsely. “If you go any higher, if you touch me, I’m likely to explode.”

The blood pounded in Mari’s head. She had done this. She had excited this magnificent woman. Need vibrated in the air between them, a living hungering beast. God, she never wanted to stop touching her, but she couldn’t think any longer.