Popcorn Love (38 page)

Slender fingers slipped up Elena’s thighs, teasing
close to her throbbing center before backing away again. Allison’s
entire body felt like it was on fire just from touching Elena. The
woman wasn’t even touching her in return. She didn’t think she had
ever been so turned on in her life, except maybe that one time that
she was talked into taking Ecstasy at a house party her sophomore
year.

Allison could feel the heat radiating from between
Elena’s legs, and it made her pussy throb almost painfully. When
she finally sucked in a breath and ran her fingertips over the
soaked lace covering Elena’s dripping core, Elena cried out beneath
her and latched onto Allison’s wrist, urging her to stay right
here, to press harder, to never stop.

“Fuck, Elena, you’re so wet,” she groaned as she ran
her fingers up and down over the drenched lace and then slipped
them under the material, pushing it to the side and letting her
middle finger glide through Elena’s molten slit.

A guttural moan rumbled up from Elena’s chest and
slithered across her lips as her hips bucked up and she ground into
Allison’s hand. That one sound drove Allison over the edge. She
yanked Elena’s panties down slender legs and nestled between
trembling thighs, her breath puffing hotly against Elena’s
pulsating need. The scent of Elena’s arousal filtered through her
nostrils, and Allison’s head bowed forward, her forehead resting
against Elena’s lower abdomen. She moaned as she pressed her lips
to Elena’s core in a gentle kiss that had her bucking and jumping
once more.

Allison wanted to tease her further, wanted
desperately to take her time, but she also needed some relief. And
when a hand dug roughly into her hair a moment later and pressed
her face further down, she knew she could wait no longer. She
licked roughly up the length of Elena’s slit, applying as much
pressure as she could, and the volume of Elena’s cry made it clear
the woman had just come dangerously close to orgasm already.

Her name became a mantra on Elena’s lips as the woman
panted it with each swipe of Allison’s tongue. She circled the tip
around the throbbing bundle of nerves that begged her attention.
When she wrapped her lips fully around Elena’s clit and sucked it
roughly into her mouth, the entire world went mute as Elena’s
thighs clamped around her head. Allison rode out the orgasm with
Elena, sucking and licking as a rush of fluid coated her lips and
chin.

Elena’s grip in Allison’s hair loosened, and then her
hand fell away to the floor as her body went limp with the last,
dying embers of that explosive climax. Her thighs fell open so that
the sounds of her breathing and gentle whimpers returned swiftly to
Allison’s ears, but she remained between Elena’s legs.

Allison nuzzled her nose against Elena’s
still-soaking slit, alternating kisses between the woman’s inner
thighs and sensitive clit. Elena jumped with the first few presses,
too sensitive to enjoy the sensation, but, within seconds, her body
began to tense again. Allison smiled when Elena lifted her head to
look down at her and breathily asked, “Again?”

“Mm.” Allison hummed, the sound vibrating deliciously
against Elena’s aching core. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Oh God.” Her fingertips curled into the white sheet
beneath her when Allison’s mouth latched around her again and that
skilled tongue pressed at her throbbing entrance.

Allison’s tongue teased at Elena’s opening for only a
moment before thrusting in, causing Elena’s body to rocket upward
as the woman clung to Allison’s head and ground her sex against her
mouth. “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Allison nearly came undone from hearing that word
slip across Elena’s lips, the woman’s voice so deep and ragged,
strained by her arousal. She had no intentions of stopping. She
brought her right hand up to Elena’s sex and slid her two middle
fingers up and down the woman’s slit, thoroughly coating them with
her own juices before pressing the tips at Elena’s entrance.
Allison pressed in slowly, letting Elena adjust with each gentle
thrust, and then she amped up her pace. She wrapped her lips around
Elena’s clit and sucked vigorously every time her fingers curled
back on the down-stroke, pressing against the ribbed patch of flesh
that had Elena practically jumping off the floor, her legs wrapping
fully around Allison’s head and holding her there.

Her own body trembling with the need for pressure and
release, Allison pulled her mouth from Elena’s core and slid up the
woman’s body, keeping the pace with her fingers still buried deep
inside her clenching sex. Elena grabbed at Allison’s hair and
yanked the woman’s face down to meet hers. They kissed hungrily and
Elena moaned at the taste of her own arousal on Allison’s
tongue—salty and rich.

Allison used her one free hand to push at her
underwear until she could kick them off. Throwing one leg over to
straddle Elena’s thigh, she slid her sex up the length of Elena’s
thigh and back down, coating the flesh with her arousal. Elena’s
breath slammed out audibly.

“Allison,” she husked.

Allison used her free hand to reach for Elena’s. She
pushed it between her legs where she balanced on the woman’s thigh.
“Touch me,” she begged.

One swipe down Allison’s drenched slit, and Elena
thrust into her, her palm cupping her sex and pressed firmly
between Allison’s grinding rhythm and her own thigh. They bucked
against one another, both trying their best to maintain a rhythm
with their hands while seeking climax.

Allison rode Elena’s hand and thigh with absolute
abandon, panting hotly against Elena’s neck, barely able to press
kisses to the woman’s skin as she fought for air. She gritted her
teeth as she ground down and worked her fingers steadily inside the
woman beneath her.

Elena moved just as frantically, thrusting up into
Allison’s hand while she made delicious circles against her inner
walls.

“I’m close,” Allison breathed against her ear, and
Elena nodded, unable to say anything.

Allison knew that it was because Elena had been
holding off her own orgasm, waiting for her. She could feel it in
the way Elena’s inner walls clenched around her fingers to the
point of pain. But she had barely realized this when she felt her
own pussy clamp down around Elena’s fingers as her climax crashed
over her like a tidal wave. Both women cried out as Elena’s quickly
followed, and they froze in place for one solid second before
rocking back into motion and riding out the tremors together.

Allison’s arms trembled as she tried to hold herself
up and then gave out entirely. She collapsed, half on top of Elena
and half on the floor beside her. Their breathing was sporadic and
shallow, their chests heaving and slick with a light coating of
sweat.

“That was…” Elena began once she caught her breath,
but then simply let the sentence trail off into silence.

Allison understood. She chuckled breathlessly and
nodded against Elena’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she agreed.

They lay there in a heap of limbs, and, a moment
later, without any obvious reason, they both burst into loud
laughter. Elena rolled to the side and pressed laughing kisses to
Allison’s lips, managing to say in between, “We just had sex on the
floor of my studio.”

“I believe your sentence needs a bit of an
adjustment.”

Elena wrapped one leg around Allison’s hip. “How
so?”

“See,” Allison said, grinning, “I think what you
meant
to say was that we are
about to
have sex on the
floor of your studio.”

A wide smile stretched Elena’s lips as Allison
grabbed her and pulled her on top of her and added, “again,” before
lunging upward for another kiss.

“I can’t believe we didn’t get caught.” Allison
leaned her back against the elevator wall. Elena stood next to her,
their shoulders brushing, as the doors of the elevator slid shut
and they began the long ride up to Elena’s office.

Elena smirked, watching her next to her in the
reflection cast upon the door opposite them. “There are many perks
to my job, dear, but one of the best is that when I say something
is off limits, no one dares go near it. I made sure my assistant
knew that the studio was to be left alone before you and I ever
even left the office. I’m sure everyone avoided it like the plague,
though I
did
lock the door to be safe.”

As they laughed, their shoulders brushed again, and
Elena’s fingers twitched at her side. She itched to touch Allison
again. There had been embers burning between them since they met,
but after their little escapade in the studio, a fire now blazed,
bright and overwhelmingly hot. Elena didn’t know if she wanted to
throw a bucket of water on it to offer herself some relief or fan
the damned flames and make them grow higher.

The fashion industry was a hive of homosexuality, so
it was likely no one would care beyond a little water-cooler
gossip. It was more that Elena prided herself on being professional
and collected at all times, especially in front of her employees
and colleagues. As such, she and Allison were dutifully,
excruciatingly,
keeping their hands to themselves.

“You think anyone heard us?” Allison asked, nudging
Elena’s arm with her elbow. A goofy grin painted her lips. “I mean,
you
were
pretty loud.”

Elena let out a staggered breath, the air stuttering
over her lips. She closed her eyes and sucked in fresh air through
her nose, her stomach stirring and flipping. She wanted to deny the
claim, but she knew that it was true. She had hardly been able to
contain herself with Allison’s head between her legs, with her
making Elena feel things she hadn’t felt in a terribly long time,
if ever. Elena had no shame, but it would be rather embarrassing if
others in the building overheard her moans and cries of
pleasure.

Allison rubbed her pinky finger against Elena’s hand
where it dangled between them. “I’m just kidding. I mean, I guess
it’s possible that someone heard us, but they would have heard
us
, not just you.”

Elena took another deep breath as images flashed
through her mind and the sounds of their lovemaking filled her ears
like it was happening all over again. Her stomach fluttered
pleasantly, and a deep throb sparked to life between her legs.
Clearing her throat roughly, she clenched her thighs as she leaned
her back against the wall and cursed herself for not masturbating
more often. Surely she would not be so flustered and easy to excite
if she had indulged in a little self-play more often during her
four-year stint of abstinence.

Her goofy and adorably blunt lover was not making
matters any better. Allison’s mere existence in such a small space,
occupying the same air as Elena, made her spine tingle. It didn’t
help that Allison seemed to want to continuously make mention of
their earlier activities in the studio.

“Hey, come on,” Allison whispered, snapping Elena
back to the moment. “I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything.
I was just teasing. I’m sorry.”

Elena, again, said nothing. She sucked in another
sharp breath and shook her head, but Allison didn’t seem to get the
hint.

“I actually thought the sounds you made were really
sexy.” Allison grabbed Elena’s hand and squeezed it before letting
go. “Like
really
sexy. I seriously almost got off on those
sounds alo—”

Allison’s back slammed into the side wall as she
stumbled from her position, Elena’s mouth suddenly devouring hers.
Her hands claimed her flesh, nails digging into the back of her
neck and the curve of her hip. A guttural moan escaped her as Elena
sucked the breath right out of her lungs, the woman’s tongue
teasing hotly at her own. Allison latched onto Elena’s sides and
yanked her even closer, so close that any third party witness would
have thought them desperate to be one.

Itching fingers slipped down from Elena’s sides to
the woman’s thighs. Allison’s hands dug into the backs of Elena’s
thighs almost viciously when Elena’s teeth sank into her bottom lip
and ripped a trembling moan all the way up from Allison’s toes.

In that moment, Elena was fairly certain that Allison
Sawyer would, at some point, be the death of her. She thought this
crazy and nearly unbearable tension between them would at least
slightly
abate after their first time together, but it only
seemed to increase and intensify. That first incredible physical
connection between them was passionate and heated and beautiful,
and Elena didn’t even care that it happened on the floor of a
studio because it was the most intimate she had ever been with
another person. The way Allison looked at her and touched her was
riveting, and Elena was still reeling from how perfect their first
time had been for her.

The only issue was that she didn’t want to stop. She
now wanted Allison more than ever. Just the smell of the woman
surrounding her was enough to make her blood boil. Apparently,
scratching the itch only made the itch worse. That had never
happened to her before, but Elena didn’t want to fight it. She
wanted to dive into those heated waters head first and never come
up for air.

Allison kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of Elena’s
thighs, drawing little whimpers from her slender throat. Elena
sucked roughly at Allison’s bottom lip before releasing it with a
pop and hotly whispering, “You still taste like me.”

Elena let out a soft yelp that quickly evolved into a
moaning shudder of pleasure as the hands at the backs of her thighs
suddenly jerked upward and jolted her feet right off the elevator
floor. Allison lifted her with ease and spun them so that now
Elena’s back was the one thudding against the wall with a bang.
Elena’s head swam dizzily as the action caused a wave of heat to
roll right through her before flooding at the apex of her
thighs.