Thirteen Hours (12 page)

Bemused, Dana watched as Laurel covered the lens with thick, white whipped cream. Though some dripped onto the floor, most stayed and effectively blocked the view.

“Genius,” Dana whispered. “Of course, that doesn’t do much about what they already have.”

Laurel dropped back onto the blanket next to Dana. “Let’s worry about that when the time comes, okay? There’s nothing we can do about it right now.”

Reluctantly, Dana said, “Okay.”

Laurel cleared her throat. “Now…I believe I was going to make love to you.”

She sure knew how to make a girl feel better. Dana willed her paranoia away, trying to concentrate instead on the moment at hand.

She lay back down and stretched her arms over her head. “Weren’t we right about here?”

“Oh, yeah,” Laurel purred. “Right about there.” She tugged her T-shirt over her head without hesitation.

Dana gawped at Laurel’s breasts, lowering one hand to swipe at her mouth, which hung open slightly. No matter how many times she saw them, they were no less spectacular. “Perfect.”

Laurel began to unbutton Dana’s shirt again, and this time her hands moved slowly, as though she were in no particular hurry at all. “I want to feel you against me.”

Dana stayed silent as Laurel divested her of her shirt and bra, and watched her own chest rise and fall with excitement. Inside, she was total chaos. She had never been this aroused, every nerve ending on fire. Her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she was afraid all her body’s energy was being diverted there and she would stop breathing.

Laurel settled back on top of her with a languid groan.

“That’s more like it,” she said, and brought her hands up to tangle in Dana’s hair. Her skin was silky smooth on Dana’s naked chest.

“I’ll say.” Dana’s heart pounded against Laurel’s bare breasts.

“You feel wonderful,” Laurel said. She bent and captured Dana’s mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. Breaking away, she placed a hand over Dana’s heart. “Breathe, honey.”

Dana nodded and inhaled deeply. The scent of Laurel made her dizzier, so she exhaled, then cradled Laurel and held her close. “You feel wonderful, too,” she murmured. She raised her head and traced her tongue over Laurel’s lips until they parted and she was accepted inside.

It didn’t take long for their lingering kisses and gentle touches to escalate into something more. Dana squeezed and stroked the bare skin of Laurel’s bottom as Laurel rode the firmness of her raised thigh. She could feel Laurel’s heart rate increase to rival her own as they kissed, hot and sloppy, both of them moaning and breathing heavily.

Dana slipped her finger beneath the string that stretched between Laurel’s buttocks again, but rather than move away from the intimate touch this time, Laurel tore her mouth from Dana’s. “Do you want to take it off?”

Dazed, Dana asked, “Take what off?”

“My g-string.” Laurel wiggled her hips, grinning when Dana wrapped her legs around them. “It sure seems like maybe you want it off.”

Dana gazed up at Laurel, feeling improbably shy given the position they were in. “I want it off.”

Laurel extracted herself from Dana’s full body embrace and got to her feet. “Take it off, then, baby. I want you to see me.”

Dana got up, swallowing against a too-dry throat.
Thank you, universe.
She stared at the triangle of silky black material covering Laurel and inhaled deeply, licking her lips. “Do you promise to rouse me if I pass out? I want to finish this no matter what happens.”

Laurel looked both pleased and concerned. “You’re in danger of passing out?”

“Honestly, yes.” Dana brought her hands to Laurel’s hips, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her g-string. “I’m afraid it’s either going to be that, or else I’ll wake up from this dream just as it’s getting good.”

Laurel gave her hair a gentle tug. “You really couldn’t be any sweeter.”

Holding her breath, Dana eased Laurel’s g-string over her hips, starting slow and exhaling shakily when she uncovered the neatly trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair between Laurel’s legs. “Oh.”

Laurel set her feet apart, encouraging Dana to pull the flimsy material down the length of her legs. Dana leaned back as Laurel kicked them to the side carelessly, then leaned forward again so she could stare at the obvious wetness in front of her face.

“I rather like you in this position,” Laurel said. She moved her hand from Dana’s hair to her face, tracing a gentle line down her cheek, then across her jaw. She loomed over Dana like a goddess to be worshiped.

“It’s quite…appealing.”

Unable to stop herself, Dana leaned forward and nuzzled the damp hairs between Laurel’s thighs with her nose and lips. Laurel was hot and slick, and so fragrant that Dana moaned in pleasure. “I agree,” Dana mumbled, sliding her hands up to cup Laurel’s buttocks. “Appealing.”

“Whoa,” Laurel said shakily. Grasping Dana’s face with both hands, she moved her from her place between Laurel’s legs. “We need to slow this down, just a little.”

Gathering her courage, Dana poked out her tongue and swiped it over the soft skin of Laurel’s inner thigh before she was drawn away by insistent hands. A sweetness lingered on her tongue, and she felt her own pussy get wet when she realized she was tasting Laurel. “Why do we need to slow this down?”

“Because you need to be naked, too.” Laurel got to her knees and faced Dana. “I’m firm on that one.”

Naked. Right.
Dana ran her eyes over Laurel’s body, trying hard not to feel inadequate in every way. “Naked. Right.”

Laurel chuckled and tugged her closer so that their breasts smashed together. “You’re gorgeous, Dana.” Craning her neck, she peppered Dana’s throat with tiny, nibbling kisses. “Absolutely gorgeous.” She dropped a hand down to press against Dana’s belly, still kissing.

Resisting the urge to suck her stomach in, Dana closed her eyes and tilted her head to give Laurel better access. Immediately Laurel latched onto Dana’s pulse point and sucked hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure thundering throughout Dana’s body. “I just hope…”

“Hope what?” Laurel asked, never breaking the contact of her mouth with Dana’s skin.

Dana dropped her hand between their bodies and skimmed her palm over the trimmed thatch of hair between Laurel’s legs. Laurel sucked in an unsteady breath and finally stopped her kisses, leaning her forehead against Dana’s shoulder.

“I hope you’re okay with a more untamed look,” Dana whispered.

She cupped Laurel in her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze, punctuating her point.
If only I’d known I was going to get trapped in an elevator with the woman of my dreams today, I would’ve started a new grooming regimen.

Laurel giggled, a sound that was breathy with arousal. “I’m more than okay with it.” She slipped her hand between Dana’s legs and palmed her through her pants. “I’m ravenous.”

Dana closed her eyes as she struggled to contend with the overwhelming sensation of being touched so intimately. Even through clothing, it was the single most electrifying caress she had ever received.

Laurel moved her hand to the button of Dana’s pants. “May I?”

When she could make her mouth work again, Dana said, “Yes.”

Laurel brought her other hand down and fumbled with Dana’s pants. The slight trembling of her fingers surprised Dana, and she asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Incredibly,” Laurel murmured. She managed to get the button undone, and eased the zipper down slowly. “Aren’t you?”

Dana took stock. Somehow it helped tremendously to know that Laurel was nervous, too. That it was normal, and not just because she was socially inept. “Not as much as I was.”

“Good,” Laurel said. She pressed one palm against Dana’s lower back and moved the other hand to rest on Dana’s stomach.

Dana was ready to take back her confident words the moment Laurel slid a hand over her abdomen and into her unbuttoned pants.

Before she could register what was happening, Laurel’s hand was cradling her, and careful fingertips slid through the abundant wetness that had gathered.

“Oh, Dana.” Laurel’s voice sounded strained. “You’re soaking wet.”

Dana’s cheeks burned. There was no way that much wetness was normal. “For hours now, honestly.”

“My poor girl,” Laurel cooed, and removed her hand so she could tug Dana’s pants down over her hips. “Let me take care of that.” She put a gentle hand on Dana’s shoulder and pushed. “Lie down for me.”

Dana collapsed onto her back with a relieved sigh. She had been having trouble staying upright on weak, trembling knees.

“Lift,” Laurel urged with a soft pat on her hip. When Dana planted her feet and raised her hips into the air, Laurel tugged her pants down.

Tossing them to the side, she traced the waistband of Dana’s panties with one fingertip. “These are ruined, aren’t they?”

Dana squirmed beneath Laurel’s touch, all too aware of the wetness that stained her panties and painted her inner thighs. “Until I can do some industrial-strength laundry, yes. Completely.”

“Shame.” Laurel rubbed her palm over the crotch of the cotton panties. “They’re so cute on you.”

“Favorite pair,” Dana admitted.

“Mine, too. So far.” Laurel eyed them seriously. “Even so, they’ve got to go.”

Dana took a deep breath. Of course. That was the way these things worked. She agreed with a reluctant nod. “All right.”

Laurel stretched out beside Dana, moving her hand to rest on her soft abdomen. “You’ve got the sweetest tummy,” she said. Stroking the skin around her belly button with feather-light touches, Laurel added, “I love your body.”

Dana stared down at herself with critical detachment. For the first time, she felt a certain warm glow at the sight of her full breasts and all her curves—especially with Laurel’s hand on her. She grinned, emboldened by Laurel’s obvious appreciation. “It’s…all right.”

Laurel slipped her hand beneath the waistband of Dana’s panties, running searching fingertips through the wet, curly hairs. “You feel more than all right to me.”

Dana stared at the shape of Laurel’s hand moving beneath her panties with disbelieving eyes. When she felt her swollen clitoris brushed by a slippery fingertip, she arched her back and cried out.

Laurel brought her mouth close to Dana’s ear. “So, so responsive.”

Dana tightened her fists at her sides. Her hips ground out desperate circles beneath Laurel’s hand, needy for more. “Take them off,” Dana hissed.

“Take what off?” Laurel eased into a teasing grin. “You want me to have better access?”

Dana’s ability to participate in witty banter was rapidly deteriorating. Along with her autonomic functions. She tried to control her breathing as Laurel pressed the length of her fingers over her labia, then rubbed up and down along the slippery flesh. “I want…uh…yes,” she ground out.

Laurel removed her hand, leaving Dana cold and wanting with her absence. She tugged on Dana’s panties with both hands, and Dana lifted her hips automatically, allowing Laurel to undress her.

“You’re lovely,” Laurel purred. She stared between Dana’s legs and rubbed her palm over the thick patch of dark hair there. “I’m trying to decide what to do first,” she mumbled, darting her gaze between Dana’s breasts and her pussy. “It’s not as easy as it may seem.”

Dana’s nipples tightened at the sensation of Laurel’s hand between her legs, and at the sound of her throaty voice. “Kiss me,” she suggested in a whisper. She reached between her own legs with trembling fingers, taking Laurel’s hand and bringing it to her lips.

“Start by kissing me.”

Laurel replaced her fingers with her mouth, giving Dana a kiss that made her toes curl. Dana spread her legs and allowed Laurel to settle between them, groaning at the feeling of Laurel’s naked skin on hers. It was almost too much to process: Laurel’s erect nipples rubbing against her own, the short, wiry hairs between Laurel’s legs tangling with Dana’s own damp curls, the pleasant weight of a lean female body atop hers.

This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.

Laurel ended their kiss by sliding her mouth down over Dana’s chin to her neck, nibbling and licking her skin every inch of the way.

“You’re so soft,” Laurel murmured as she trailed wet kisses down to the slope of Dana’s breast. “Feel so good.” She licked a trail down to Dana’s erect nipple. “I never want you in clothes again,” she said, then took Dana’s nipple between her teeth briefly before releasing it and laving it with the flat of her tongue.

Dana laughed, a breathy noise that sounded more like a muffled gasp than the expression of unrestrained joy that it was. Laurel’s mouth eased into a smile around her nipple, for a moment still licking, then sucking hard. Dana watched, still fascinated by the reality of being touched by another woman.

Laurel released her nipple and kissed over to its twin, lavishing the same kind of attention on her other breast. Dana writhed and moaned beneath her touch, amazed by her complete lack of self-consciousness when it came to reacting out loud to Laurel’s caresses.

Laurel’s thigh pressed into the copious wetness between her legs, forcing a strangled plea. “Laurel, please. Please.”

Laurel lifted her head with a grin. “Well, it didn’t take me long to make you beg.”

Shameless, Dana tried to catch her breath. “I’m more than willing…” She cried out when Laurel seized a nipple between her fingertips and tugged. “To…to beg.”

Laurel kissed her mouth, murmuring, “That won’t be necessary.”

She disentangled herself from Dana, then began a slow descent of Dana’s body, trailing hot, nipping kisses along the way. The next thing Dana knew, her pale thighs were lifted over Laurel’s slim shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she whispered in shock.

It was perfectly clear what Laurel was doing, of course. Dana had watched enough porn and read enough stories to have no doubt. She just couldn’t quite believe it was happening to her. She scooted back a little to make more room and Laurel settled more fully between her thighs. She licked her lips as if in anticipation of a great meal, staring at Dana’s pussy with hunger in her eyes.

“I’m going to taste you,” she said quietly. She bent and kissed Dana’s inner thigh, and when she drew back, Dana could see her shiny juices coating Laurel’s full lips. Laurel poked her tongue out and swiped at her lower lip, eyes drooping closed in obvious appreciation.