Elite Operatives: Demons Are Forever Part 45

Heather slid the door open and stood naked before her, water cascading off her in sheets. She looked relieved and happy, but didn't reply.

Chase took her time looking from Heather's eyes, to her mouth, and then all the way down her amazing body. She swallowed hard.

"I asked if you'd like..."

Heather grabbed her by the hand and pulled her under the water. Their mouths met in fury and hunger, and she didn't know whether she or Heather removed her clothes, but in seconds their naked bodies clung fiercely together under the spray.

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"You feel so good," she murmured as she rubbed against Heather, nuzzling her neck, inhaling the fragrant citrus essence that lingered from her shampoo. "Smell so good..." She nipped at the delicate skin beneath her ear. "Taste so good." Heather wrapped her arms around Landis's neck, as much for support as the thrill of touching her. The feel of Landis's body pressed against hers, the sensation of those soft lips along her skin, made her dizzy. She'd schooled herself so successfully to shut down physically and emotionally during s.e.x that touching Landis was as though she'd been reborn with a new body, hypersensitive to the slightest brush of flesh against flesh. When Landis's hands slid slowly down her back to clench her a.s.s, her heart fluttered like it had suddenly sprouted wings.

If she didn't slow things down, she'd come before Landis even reached her area of greatest need.

Heather gently extricated herself from their embrace. "Not so fast," she said playfully as she reached for the shower gel the hotel had provided. Landis looked at her with glazed, heavy-lidded eyes, confusion in her expression. "I'm going to explore every inch of that incredible body of yours until you beg for mercy." Landis trembled as Heather turned her, facing away, and lathered her shoulders and the back of her neck, kneading away the tension in the soft musculature along her spine. Landis groaned and surrendered to her touch, visibly relaxing as she put her hands against the wall of the shower for support.

Soon, the therapeutic touch became more sensual, as Heather extended her caresses to fleeting, maddening brushes around Landis's sides to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down to her a.s.s. Here and there, she touched rough places in the smooth flesh of Landis's back and hips; healed scars that made her wince and wonder at their origin.

She stooped to continue her tactile exploration of Landis's exquisitely sculpted body, smoothing the lather into her a.s.s and legs.

She could feel the muscles beneath her fingertips tense as she slid her hands up Landis's inner thighs, stopping just short of her groin.

"You're killing me," Landis said between clenched teeth.

"Turn around." Heather smiled up at her.

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Landis pushed off the shower wall and slowly pivoted, looking down at Heather with such open hunger and desire that she had a hard time maintaining her slow buildup. She squeezed more gel into her hand and stroked her way up Landis's front, fingertips moving sensually over her thighs and abdomen and along the curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. As the steamy water cascaded down off Landis's shoulders, Heather teased her with soft, circular brushes over her erect nipples.

Landis moaned again when she trailed kisses and swipes of her tongue over the soft triangle of hair.

"Come here," Landis said huskily, helping her to her feet.

"It's my turn." She kissed her soundly before pulling away with an expression of l.u.s.t and determination, and took the gel from her.

"But I'm already clean," she said playfully, as Landis turned her around and began to soap her back.

"I don't care." Landis pulled her close, grinding her crotch into Heather's a.s.s as she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from behind. "You're amazing. So incredibly beautiful."

Heather relaxed into the embrace, her head on Landis's shoulder, her back against Landis's chest, as Landis caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach, sweeping strokes that teased her rigidly sensitive nipples and then dipped low, mere inches from her c.l.i.t. Moisture pooled at the juncture of her thighs, and her pulse beat loud in her ears as her breathing became ragged with desire.

"Mmmm, I can't begin to tell you what you're doing to me," she said, as Landis slowly descended to her knees behind her, caressing her back and a.s.s.

Landis urged her legs apart, and she complied willingly, bracing herself against the wall as another dizzying wave of arousal sent her head spinning. Landis toyed with her, driving her higher with caresses up her inner thighs and soft bites and nips into the soft flesh of her a.s.s.

When she was about to beg for more, Landis turned her around but remained on her knees. She looked up at her with such intense longing Heather's breath caught in her throat. But something else was there, too-uncertainty-and she couldn't understand why.

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"I want to taste you," Landis murmured, more request than statement.

"Oh, yes. Please."

Landis spread her legs farther, taking her time, building her to unfamiliar heights of antic.i.p.ation with teasing sweeps of her tongue, closing in slowly as her c.l.i.t swelled and throbbed with need.

By the time Landis's mouth claimed her, she was so hyper-sensitized she climaxed almost at once: her whole body rigid as the waves crested over her, her hands clutching Landis's scalp.

"I...I'm sorry," she said, once she'd regained her breath. "It's been so long."

Landis looked up at her, confusion in her eyes.

"I haven't been with a woman in years," she explained. "And never with one I wanted so much."

Landis smiled as she caressed her way back up Heather's body, pausing to kiss her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she got to her feet. "I've never wanted anyone this much, either." She looked deeply into Heather's eyes. "I don't just want to make love to you. I need to." Chase wanted so much to be inside Heather, but she didn't know whether she should go there on her own, considering Heather's past.

She yearned to be different than anyone who had ever touched her, man or woman, and for that to happen, she'd have to let Heather take the lead in showing her what she wanted.

She'd hoped that her words would convey her need, and the hunger she saw on Heather's face, even after her o.r.g.a.s.m, gave her hope. Heather took Chase's hand and placed it on her breast, encouraging her.

As Chase tweaked the nipple with her thumb, she snaked her other arm around Heather's waist and pulled her close for another searing kiss. Her tongue conveyed her desire more eloquently than words could have.

Heather responded by grasping Chase's wrist, to bring her hand lower. She placed it between her legs, and when Chase slipped her fingers into Heather's slick, silky folds, Heather sighed and trembled.

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Chase had never been so aroused touching someone else, and as she worked Heather again into another heightened state of excitement, her own body began to ache for release. Soon, Heather was close to climaxing again-she could tell by her firm muscles and irregular breathing, and the way Heather's c.l.i.t pulsed under her hand."I want you inside me," Heather said urgently, and the words unleashed Chase's restraint. She pushed Heather against the shower wall and thrust two fingers inside her, penetrating her slowly, as Heather moaned and clung to her, hands locked around her neck.

"More," Heather murmured, and she pushed three fingers into her, still f.u.c.king her slowly, edging deeper with each thrust.

Heather leaned her head back against the wall, her pupils wide and dark, her face displaying her ecstasy. She was never so breathtakingly beautiful as at that moment, and Chase fought to keep from coming just from the view. Their breathing became one, jagged and fast, as Heather's hand pushed against hers, urging her even deeper.

"So good..." Heather rocked against her hand, stroke for stroke, surrendering completely to the driving sensations.

"What do you want?" Chase asked.

"Come with me," Heather replied. "I'm so close." Her hand slipped between their bodies and Chase opened her legs eagerly, so painfully ready for Heather's delivering touch she could barely breathe.

As Heather pushed into her, Chase shuddered from the joy of it as they rocked together, slowly matching strokes, gazing deep into each other's eyes.

"I want to see you come," Heather said breathily.

"I can't get enough of you," she replied, before claiming Heather in a searing kiss, their tongues matching the slow, insistent rhythm of their hands.

Chase was lost-immersed in a wellspring of overpowering stimuli-the heady scent of their mutual arousal, the pa.s.sion in Heather's eyes, the excitement of her thrusts into Heather's welcoming warmth, the pulsing of her own c.l.i.t. Too much. Too much.

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"I'm going to come," she told Heather, unable to prevent the crest from overtaking her.

Heather nodded and let go, her eyes never leaving Chase's, and they climaxed together in a shattering crescendo that left both struggling to breathe.

Spent, they rested beneath the spray with their heads on each other's shoulder, clinging together along the lengths of their bodies.

The water was still warm, but she couldn't stop shaking.

"Are you cold?" Heather asked, enfolding her even tighter.

"No. I don't know what's happening, but I'm not cold." She turned off the water and took Heather by the hand to lead her out of the shower. s.n.a.t.c.hing one of the large, plush towels from the rack, she dried Heather off first, paying extra attention to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, before toweling herself off.

Chase was drying her back, with the towel wrapped around herself, when Heather grabbed the two ends of the towel and dragged her, coc.o.o.n-like, into the bedroom. Once there, Heather whisked the towel away and shoved her playfully onto the bed.

"Is it bad that I want you again?" Heather smiled, her eyes s.h.i.+ning with desire.

She reached for her and pulled her down on top of her. "Very," she replied, as she enfolded Heather in her arms. "But I'm a big fan of bad."

An hour later, they lay spooning, Chase embracing Heather from behind. She traced her finger down Heather's shoulder to her thigh, delighting in the trembling it evoked. She was tired but wanted to savor the moment, the feeling of peace. Peace with her past, herself, and the present. She wished she'd never have to let go of the contentment, but if all she had with Heather was tonight, she wanted the memory to last forever.

She had fallen for Regina Stellari, but her feelings and intentions had been mostly about getting the girl out of her dysfunctional environment and away from her father. The young girl was infatuated with her, and the s.e.x was shy and experimental, with Chase taking the lead to please and teach her.

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Up until tonight, she hadn't known or even understood the difference between s.e.x and making love. If Heather disappeared tomorrow in some relocation program and Chase never saw her again, she would forever be grateful for having learned to appreciate the difference, even if that meant never again being satisfied with cheap imitations of what s.e.x could be like.

Only one thing bothered her right now. Only one obstacle remained between her and complete peace, and that was what Heather thought about her need to pay for s.e.x. She kissed Heather's shoulder and Heather nestled closer into her.

"This feels good." Heather said. "Very good."

"Too good."

Heather rolled onto her back and looked at her. "Does that scare you?"

She sighed. "Yes."

"Me, too."

"You first." Chase kissed her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and regret tonight."

"Why?" Chase asked.

"Because..." Heather turned her head away. "I know it's only about now."

"Is that what you want?"

"I'm being realistic. You know what I've done, and my past doesn't make for romantic endings."

She tenderly turned Heather's face so she could look at her. "Is that what you'd like...with me?"

"Look at us, Landis. You buy s.e.x and I sell it. How screwed up are we?"

She dropped back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

Neither talked or stirred for a long time.

"I did it because I was a coward," she finally said. "I thought if I bought s.e.x then no one would get hurt."

"Plenty of women out there want the same uncomplicated, superficial fun for an evening and nothing more. You could have turned to them. Why pay for it?"

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"It's myself I didn't trust. I didn't want to risk feeling anything at all for them."

"Why is that so bad?"

"A long time ago, someone I cared for was shot and killed. It took me a long time to get over it, and after that, I promised myself to never get emotionally involved. One-night-stands imply talking with someone, getting their name, and sharing a dinner and drink.

That was already more than I wanted to deal with. I started seeing call girls because it was simple, fast, and anonymous. I didn't have to share anything with them, not even our names. They were there to...""Please you."

"Yes."

"Was it satisfying?"

"I thought it was. Until tonight."

Heather turned to cuddle in her embrace.

"I don't know what to do now, after tonight, after...you," Chase admitted.

"This could be going nowhere." Heather kissed her fiercely and cupped her groin.

Chase grinned. "Then let's go there one more time."

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ChaPter thirty-seven.

Next morning, November 27 Chase roused to Heather's finger caressing her lips. When she opened her eyes, she found Heather gazing down at her, hair tousled and looking incredibly s.e.xy. "Good morning." She smiled, unbelievably content.