They shed their jeans quickly, then Jessie pulled Chris after her, feeling her weight settle on top of her aroused body. She wanted Chris to hurry. She wanted her to take her now, quickly. But Chris simply touched her, hands moving lightly over her stomach then up, brushing her nipples, making her want Chris even more.
"Chris, please. Touch me," she whispered.
Chris had a brief flash to the other time Jessie had begged her to touch her, but she knew it would be different this time. Her hand slid slowly down Jessie's body, feeling her tremble at her touch. She dipped her head and took Jessie's nipple into her mouth, suddenly hungry for her, not wanting to wait any longer.
Jessie arched and held Chris's head to her breast, waiting as Chris's hand parted her legs.
Chris found her wetness and moved slowly into it, moaning against the breast in her mouth as Jessie whimpered softly against her head.
"Oh, yes," Jessie breathed and her hips moved to meet Chris's fingers. "God, Chris, please, I want your mouth on me," she whispered.
"Yes. I want that, too."
Chris left her breast and kissed her smooth belly before settling between her thighs. She nudged them farther apart, then cupped her rounded hips, letting her tongue move over her thighs, teasing.
"Please," Jessie begged and her hips rose, searching for Chris's mouth.
Chris breathed deeply, savoring her scent, and she closed her eyes and touched her, her mouth opening over her, her tongue diving into her wetness.
"God, yes," Jessie whispered. Her hips moved, meeting Chris's plunging tongue as it moved within her.
All gentleness gone, Chris wanted to devour Jessie and her lips sucked hungrily at her, her shoulders pushing Jessie's legs farther apart, higher on her shoulders and she took Jessie into her mouth, her face covered in her wetness. Her tongue stroked her swollen clit and Jessie wrapped her legs around Chris and held her to her, her hips rising again to press Chris more firmly against her. Chris felt the trembling under her mouth as Jessie's legs tightened around her head.
Jessie exploded, her eyes shut tight against the blinding flash that consumed her, and she felt herself pulse into Chris's mouth as she continued to stroke her. Wave after wave washed over her, and she screamed out with pleasure, nearly embarrassed by the sounds that came from her throat. Finally, her legs fell limply to the bed and she was too spent to even hold Chris to her.
"Dear God in heaven," she whispered. "I knew it would be like that with you."
Chris lay beside her, resting on her side as she took Jessie's hand and kissed her palm gently. Yes, she had known it, too.
Jessie rolled over onto her elbow and touched Chris's face with her fingertips.
"I want to make love to you that way. I want to know what you taste like."
"I don't know if I could stand it," Chris said with a gentle smile. "I feel like a teenager around you."
"Hush, lie back," Jessie whispered.
Chris rolled onto her back, eyes closed as she waited for Jessie's mouth to touch her. She was surprised when soft lips touched her own, gently moving against her. She opened to them, inviting Jessie's tongue into her mouth. Warm hands cupped her breasts and she moved into them, loving the feel of Jessie's hands on her. Jessie's mouth took her nipple and her teeth gently nipped at her and Chris moaned low in her throat, her legs parting even before Jessie's hand moved to her.
"You're so wet," Jessie murmured into her breast. "I can't wait to taste you," she said and she moved down her body, teasing Chris, letting her tongue wet her inner thighs. But she didn't tease long. Chris shoved at her shoulders, urging her to hurry and Jessie gathered Chris's thighs around her and lowered her mouth to her wetness.
They moaned together as Jessie covered her and Chris grasped at the sheets, her fists pulling them from their moorings as she surged up to meet Jessie, her hips rising off the bed.
Jessie's tongue licked at her, stroking her fast, but she felt Chris nearing orgasm and she pulled back. She wasn't nearly ready for it to end. She heard Chris whimper, and she went back to her, her tongue delving inside her warmth, her mouth covering her again. She slowed, wanting it to last, but Chris grasped her head, holding her hard against her and Jessie's tongue moved over her quickly, feeling Chris swell inside her mouth. When Chris arched her hips, Jessie sucked her swollen clit inside her mouth, her tongue taking her at last, feeling Chris's release as she pulsed against her mouth, as she cried out into the night.
Arms wrapped together as Jessie covered Chris with her body, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Chris was afraid to speak, so she lay with her eyes closed, holding Jessie to her as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted.
Chapter Thirty-three
Jessie stirred as she felt Chris pull out of her arms. She rolled over, noting that the sun was already shining into the window. It did nothing to warm the room, though. She had forgotten to turn on the heater last night and now the early morning chill surrounded them.
"Where are you going?" she asked sleepily, reaching out to touch Chris's bare back as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Busy day."
"Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"Do we need to talk?" Jessie asked. She sat up, too, moving behind Chris and wrapping her arms around her. Her nipples hardened as she pressed her breasts against Chris's back. She closed her eyes and sighed, the lingering scent of their lovemaking arousing her again, like it had done a few hours earlier.
Chris squeezed her eyes shut, wanting nothing more than to lie back down with Jessie and make love to her once again. But in the light of day, reality showed its face, and she felt her fears surface.
"Talk to me," Jessie whispered. "Please don't just leave."
"Last night was... beyond words, really," Chris finally said. "When you left this summer, I thought about you a lot. I thought about making love with you. I wanted to make love with you. But when you came back, I was afraid to be near you. I was so afraid that if we tried, it would end up like that last time and I couldn't do that again. That's not how I wanted it to be with us."
Jessie pulled back a little, but her hands continued to rub slowly across Chris's back.
"It won't ever be like that again. Chris, I'm sorry about that night, but there is nothing I can do to change it. Not now. You know, I thought about you, too, while I was gone. But when I thought about you, about us, it wasn't that last night together that I remembered. It was the night we went camping. It was just the two of us. It was all so innocent and for the first time in my life, I wanted to make love with someone. There was no agenda, no games being played in a bar, no need to have unsatisfying sex with a stranger, no underlying need to hurt," she finished in a whisper. "It was just us and when you kissed me, for the first time in my life, I felt an attraction to someone that was so strong, I was ready to forget everything about myself and just... make love."
Chris turned around to face Jessie, seeing the glistening of tears in her eyes.
"I don't know what you want from me," Chris said softly. "I'm scared. I mean, you're here for at least a month. If we spend that time being more than friends, being intimate with each other, then when you leave, I don't think I'll be able to just dismiss it as a summer fling, Jessie. I'm too old for one-night stands."
"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Jessie reached up and lightly ran her fingertip over Chris's eyebrows then across her cheek. "I just want a chance," Jessie whispered.
"A chance at what?"
"A chance at a normal relationship," she stated. "I don't know how, McKenna. All these years, there's just been one person after another." She felt tears prick her eyes again, but she held Chris's gaze steadily. "So many, I couldn't even begin to count. And I couldn't tell you one of their names. Then I met you up there one day," she said, motioning out the window with her head. "And I liked you. I mean, I liked you as a person. And that scared me," she said with a smile. "I never like anybody. But I'll admit, I wanted to play my little game with you, see how long it would take... but I liked you. And it mattered what you thought of me. That's why I curse myself for using you that night, for lumping you in with all the others. But in my eyes, it wasn't you anymore. You were just a woman that would make me forget everything. And I desperately needed to forget everything that night."