Sarah demanded, “Take this off. I want to feel you against me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Snorting, Eli giggled as Sarah dragged her shirt over her head.
“Turn around,” Sarah issued another direction.
“What?”
“Trust me. Turn around.”
Eli faced the wall, pressing the palms of her hands against it. Sarah’s fingers flitted over the back, her shoulders, down to her waist and then around to her belly. Her hands were followed by lips and by a dash here and there of Sarah’s tongue. Eli put her cheek against the cold wall and drew in a sharp breath as her eyelids fluttered shut.
Sarah pulled Eli’s hips back so her butt pressed against Sarah’s front. Then Sarah’s hands moved down against the line of Eli’s jeans—still unbuttoned and unzipped from the truck. Sarah moved her pants down, nipping at the skin on Eli’s shoulder as she went. “This time, Eli, don’t hold back. There’s no one here. Nothing to fear. If you want me to do something, tell me. If you want me to stop something, tell me. You are calling all the shots.”
Eli didn’t answer. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She’d had sex before, plenty of times, with a handful of women, but whatever Sarah was doing, with her words—not even her hands or her body—was undoing her more than anyone had ever managed to accomplish before.
“I’m going to touch you like before.”
Eli whimpered.
“I’m going to touch your breasts.”
Eli’s nipples hardened at just the thought, at the wash of breath against her shoulder. When Sarah’s lips touched just behind her ear, she pulled her lip between her teeth to stop the groan.
Sarah nipped her earlobe. “I told you, don’t hold back, Elijah.”
That was it. Her body was strung as tight as it could go. Eli’s voice echoed in the room as she groaned in an overwhelm of pleasure and anticipation. Eli rocked back, grinding her hips into Sarah’s, feeling the press of Sarah’s breasts against her back.
“Touch me,” Eli whispered.
“Where? Tell me where.”
Licking her lips, Eli tried to find her voice, tried to figure out where she wanted to be touched first because she was pretty sure the answer of “everywhere” wasn’t going to get her anything. With a hitch in her breath, she finally formed words. “Nipples.”
“What do you want me to do to them?”
Eli groaned in frustration as Sarah still wasn’t touching her aside from pressing against her back. “Pull them.”
“Like this?” Sarah’s hand grazed Eli’s skin from her hip to her waist to the side of her breast before she cupped it. Eli’s entire body focused on the one singular move. Sarah pinched Eli’s nipple between her fingers and gently tugged.
A rush of air escaped Eli’s lungs. “Yes. Harder.”
Sarah obliged. Eli bucked her hips back into Sarah and then groaned.
“Sarah.”
“Yes, love.”
“Take me already. Hard and fast like before.”
“Anything you want.” Sarah moved her other hand between Eli’s parted legs, and it was just as before. The rhythm, the buildup, the rocking and undulating of her hips. Eli was lost to every sensation, every nerve ending firing at once as she crested over a second orgasm.
When she finally had the fog cleared from her brain, Sarah wrapped her arms around her and turned so they faced each other again. They kissed, gently, slowly. Eli touched Sarah’s shoulder, moving her hand down Sarah’s arm to entwine their fingers, Sarah’s still slightly sticky and moist.
“Will you let me now?”
Sarah’s gaze turned up at Eli’s words, her lips parted. “Yes.”
“How?”