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KIM BALDWIN. Their mouths met again—impatient, hungry—as their bodies pressed against each other, breast to breast
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Their mouths met again—impatient, hungry—as their bodies pressed against each other, breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis.
Erin rolled them until she was atop Gable, then she pushed herself up on her hands and opened her legs, so she was straddling Gable’s abdomen.
Gable reached up and cupped Erin’s breasts in her hands as she thrust upward with her hips. She could feel the wetness of Erin’s desire paint her stomach, and it ratcheted up her arousal another notch. Erin threw her head back and groaned.
Their rocking against each other grew more frenzied, and Gable pinched Erin’s nipples hard.
Erin groaned again, louder. Her breathing was ragged. “Oh God, Gable. Please. I need your hands on me.”
Gable pinched the sensitive nipples again before sliding her hands down Erin’s f at stomach and into the vee between her thighs. Her thumbs rubbed lightly against Erin’s clit, and Erin let out a long, throaty growl that Gable felt to her core.
The F re in her belly f ared white hot, and she could feel the moisture build between her legs. She’d never been so wet.
Neither had Erin.
Gable slipped two long F ngers of her right hand into Erin as her left thumb circled her clit.
Erin gave a startled cry, and then her hips began rocking furiously against Gable’s hand. “Oh! Oh, Gable!”
Gable could tell Erin was very close. So was she.
“Erin,” she moaned in a ragged plea, her hands pleasuring Erin in ever faster, longer strokes.
“Yes! Oh, yes, Gable!” Erin arched her back and her hand found Gable’s clit and rubbed it hard, sending them over the precipice together.
They collapsed against each other, their bodies trembling, both struggling to breathe.
Once their heartbeats had returned to normal, Erin shifted her weight and snuggled against Gable’s side, her head in the crook of her shoulder and an arm and a leg thrown over her body. “How can it get better every time?” she whispered, her hand playing lazily with Gable’s sensitive nipple.
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FORCE OF NATURE
“We’re very fortunate,” Gable said, kissing the top of Erin’s head.
“Yes, we are. I’m lucky to have you, Gable. You’re sweet, and kind, and generous.”
Gable warmed at the reassuring words and hugged her lover closer.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to tell you how I feel about you,”
Erin continued in a low voice. She pushed herself up on one elbow so she could look down at Gable. “I’ve been working on that.” She resumed her gentle caresses of Gable’s breasts and stomach with her free hand.
“You have?”
Erin nodded. “And I’m making progress.”
“You are?” Gable held her breath.
“Mmm-hmm.” Erin looked away and cleared her throat. “Karen’s really helping me to understand a lot of why I am the way I am. Why I have such a problem telling you the way I feel about you. I haven’t gotten it all F gured out yet, but…” Her eyes rose to meet Gable’s. They were bright with emotion. She took a deep breath. “I love you, Gable.
With all my heart.”
Gable let out a whoosh of air. Relief f ooded through her and warmed her from within. “You love me?”
Erin nodded. “Of course I do.” A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and fell on Gable’s shoulder. “Did you doubt it?”
“No.” Gable pulled her into a close embrace. “No, I…I can feel how much you do, when we’re like this.” She sighed. “I was afraid that the therapist might…might convince you that it was just a phase you were going through or something.”
Erin barked out a laugh. “A phase? You think this is a phase I’m going through?”
“No, of course not. I know it’s not. I mean…I thought that you might be going to a therapist because you weren’t sure you were gay.
That your mom suggested it because she wanted you to be straight.”
“Gable.” Erin’s tone was reproachful as she rose up again so she could look into Gable’s eyes. “I told you my mother was okay with it.
She is. She wants to meet you.”
“Okay.” Gable nodded uncertainly.
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