Radclyffe - Homestead

“Do you?” Tess smiled, flicked her fingertips over her nipples. For an instant her neck arched and her eyes closed, and then her gaze bored into Clay’s. “Prove it.”

Clay threw her head back, growled deep in her throat. “How?”

“Watch,” Tess whispered as she unbuttoned her jeans, drew the zipper slowly down, and pushed the rest of her clothes off.

Clay remembered every inch of Tess’s body, remembered every time they’d kissed, every time they’d played together and teased each other, removed each other’s clothes, come together. Tess had always been beautiful, but now she was beyond description, sculpted into graceful curves and lush planes and toned muscle from age and her life on the farm. “Let me touch you?”

“Soon,” Tess murmured, starting to open the buttons on Clay’s shirt. “First, we need to get you naked.”

No one had ever commanded Clay in bed, not even Tess very long ago when Tess could have told her to open a vein and she would have. But Tess could have whatever she wanted right now. Clay forced herself to breathe around the knifing need that pulsed in her depths. Tess parted her shirt, ran her hands over Clay’s breasts, and Clay groaned. When Tess’s fingernails scraped down her belly, Clay’s hips rocked again and the tight knot of need in her clitoris pulsed. “I can’t promise how long I can stand still.”

Tess stepped back, her palms flat against Clay’s chest. “I don’t want you to move.”

“I’m trying.”

“You can do better than try. I know how strong you are.”

“I’m not. Not anymore. Not with you naked.”

Tess smiled, kissed her lightly. “Good.”

Clay watched Tess’s hands, every cell burning, as Tess unbuckled her belt, opened her pants, slowly worked them down her thighs. She kicked off her boots and Tess removed the rest of her clothes. When Tess knelt before her and kissed the inside of her thigh, she almost fell. “Christ, Tess. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Mmm. Sure you can.” Tess lingered with her mouth on Clay’s skin, breathing deep and waiting for her heart to steady and the dizzying desire to settle enough so she could keep going. She loved the power she had over Clay, the first time ever she’d really been in control. She loved the way Clay tasted, the way she smelled, the way her hard body trembled every time Tess touched her. She’d never felt so powerful, or so damn lucky. She stroked Clay’s thighs, traced the etched lines of muscle, losing herself in the sculpted columns until she caressed upward over the arch of Clay’s hip bones to the softly curved muscles of her lower abdomen. She pressed closer until her breasts brushed Clay’s thighs, her nipples contracting painfully with the light contact. She kissed Clay’s stomach and wrapped her arms around her, filling her hands with the tense mounds of Clay’s ass. She closed her eyes, rubbed her cheek against Clay’s belly. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

Clay’s fingers came into her hair, tightening against the back of her neck. “I want to come in your mouth, Tess. Please. Please let me.”

Tess laughed softly. “I might. Later.” She tilted her face up, marveling at the beauty of Clay’s naked body and the unholy anguish in her face. Need so pure she felt blessed. “But first, you’re going to make me come.”

Clay’s other hand came into her hair, cradling her head. Clay smiled down at her. “Yes. I am. So hard.”

The arrogance rushed back into Clay’s eyes, the glint of satisfaction that said Tess was hers and all she wanted, everything she wanted. Tess quickened, ready for Clay to take her right there on the floor. Before she begged, she rose quickly, grabbed Clay’s hand, and pulled her to the bed. She shoved the covers aside, stretched out on the sheet, and yanked Clay over her. “Now then. Come to me now.”

Clay straddled her on all fours, her thighs on either side of Tess’s hips, her arms caging her shoulders. She gazed down, a feral grin making her mouth look deadly and dangerous and delicious. “Tell me what you want.”

Tess grinned back and licked her lips. “Fuck me.” The hunger flashing across Clay’s face almost made Tess come. She broke. “Oh my God. Hurry.”

Clay laughed, hearing the need she’d lived for once, could live on now. She leaned down, slicked her tongue over Tess’s swollen lips. “Yeah? Is that what you want? Me inside you?”

Tess’s eyes flashed and she caught Clay’s lip, bit hard enough to make Clay groan. “Yes, damn you. I want you to make me come.”

Clay cupped her center, teased her fingers along her cleft, circled her entrance. Her arm trembled. Her throat was so tight she could barely form words. “Sure?”

“I’m going to come if you don’t do it now.” Tess raised her hips, grabbed Clay’s wrist, and took her inside. A sob tore from her chest and she bowed off the bed. “God. Yes. Right now.”

“Wait, baby,” Clay groaned, pressing her face to Tess’s throat. “Let me have you a while first. Please.” Ignoring the pressure pounding in her pelvis, she stroked through the tight sheath, pushing deeper with every thrust. Tess’s legs clamped around her ass as Tess’s teeth found her shoulder. “That’s it baby, ride me.”

“I am going to come all over you any second,” Tess gasped.

“Yes you are.” Clay straddled Tess’s thigh, ground her clit into Tess’s sweat-slicked satin skin. “Yes you are.”

“Oh fuck. God. I’m going to come so hard.”

“Okay, baby, okay. You come for me right now.” Clay gloried in the beat of Tess’s heart around her fingers, drowning in the pleasure swimming in Tess’s eyes. When Tess cried her name as she went over, Clay knew beyond all doubt she’d never want for more.

Tess couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, but she knew what she wanted. More. She wanted more. More of the incredible freedom of being in the moment and only the moment—not the past or the future—without thought, with only sensation. More of Clay. “Oh my God.”

“I’m not going to answer to that because I can’t defend myself right now,” Clay muttered.

Tess laughed and caressed the length of Clay’s back until her hand rested on Clay’s ass. Clay covered her, her weight unfamiliar but welcome. The room was hot, their skin sweat-slicked, but she wouldn’t have had Clay move for anything in the world. She slid her leg around the outside of Clay’s, draping her calf in the bend of Clay’s leg, tethering her. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Someone joined us while I wasn’t looking?”

“I’m not going to feed your ego and tell you that was wonderful.”

“I don’t mind telling you it was incredible.” Clay pushed up on her elbow and propped her head in the cup of her hand. Playing with Tess’s hair with her other hand, she grinned down at her. “I think—no, I know—I’ve never had an orgasm just from making someone come before.”

Tess narrowed her eyes and squeezed Clay’s ass, letting her nails dig in just a little. “Talking about other…experiences…might not be a very good idea at the moment.”

“How about…” Clay nipped at Tess’s chin. “You’re amazing. Unbelievable. You fry my brain. I want you again.”

“That’s better.” Tess tightened inside, felt herself swell again. “Because I want you to have me again.”

“Mmm. Good.” Clay pushed up on both arms and started to slide off Tess’s body. “This time I plan to make you—”

Tess gripped her around the waist, holding her in place. “But not just yet.”

“Why not?”

While Clay was off guard, Tess lifted her hips and managed to roll her over. She laughed at the look of consternation on Clay’s face when she landed on top of her, pinning her down. “You don’t think we’re going to do everything on your timetable, do you?”

“To tell you the truth,” Clay raised her head, brushed her cheek over Tess’s breast, and kissed her nipple, “I can’t think of much of anything at all. Except I can’t get my fill of you.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to try before the sun comes up.” For an instant, a curtain fell in Clay’s eyes, preventing Tess from seeing beneath the solid brown surface. The barrier was a shock after what they’d just done—what she’d just experienced—and she wanted that shield gone. She kissed Clay hard, delving into her mouth, calling her back, demanding she be with her. With her in the moment. When Clay’s arms came around her, firm and possessing, she gentled the kiss, teased a little along the edge of Clay’s lower lip until Clay groaned. “Any complaints?”

“None,” Clay murmured, cupping Tess’s breast. She brushed her thumb back and forth over Tess’s nipple, making it pucker and pulse. She smiled a satisfied smile when Tess caught her breath. “None at all.”

“So for the time being…” Tess kissed Clay on the mouth, on the edge of her jaw, on the slope of her neck. Clay tasted of forest, rich and pungent. A drop of sweat beaded in the hollow between her collarbones, and Tess caught it on the tip of her tongue. Tangy and sweet, uniquely Clay. “This is where you lie still.”

Clay grimaced, her eyes flashing. “I already did that.”

“No,” Tess murmured, circling Clay’s nipple with her tongue, “you were standing still then. This is the next stage.”

Clay tangled her fingers in Tess’s hair. “How many stages are there?”

Tess grinned, resting her chin on Clay’s chest. The pressure of Clay’s thigh between her legs was making it hard for her to concentrate on words. All she wanted was taste and touch and smell and the sound of Clay out of control for her. “Not sure yet. I’m making it up as I go along.”

Clay laughed, a deep resonant sound that vibrated into Tess’s chest. She loved the sound, wanted to hear it again and again. “Laughing at a woman in bed could be dangerous.”