Kristina’s smile widened, and she said, “You don’t have to apologize for her. It’s sweet, but you don’t have to mention her again. I look at you, and I can tell you want me.”
“I do. I really, really do.”
“I know. And that’s all I need, okay?”
When Jennifer nodded slowly, Kristina kicked off her pants, followed by her bikinis.
“Your turn,” she said and moved to pull off Jennifer’s pants, letting Jennifer take care of her own underwear next.
After that, she grabbed the blanket, placed it at the end of the chaise lounge, and straddled her. Jennifer placed her face between her breasts, and Kristina pushed Jennifer’s hair back behind her neck.
“If we were rolling dice right now, there wouldn’t be a combination that could explain what I want to do to you.”
“Which is what?” she asked.
“I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love to you. I want to make you come slowly and show you how much I want you.” Jennifer looked up at her. “Can I have that?”
“Yes,” Kristina replied, leaned down, and kissed her.
CHAPTER 40
Jennifer
Jennifer felt alive. She used to feel alive in the ER when a trauma rolled in, but that had dissipated over the years. Her adrenaline still certainly went up, and she had intense focus and energy, trying to save a life, but it wasn’t like this. This was the whole-body kind of alive that she’d lost long ago, and as tired as she should’ve been from the busy week, she wasn’t. She was kissing a beautiful woman whom she found herself liking more and more. They were nude and pressed together. The breeze was occasionally tickling her nipples. Being with Kristina like this was amazing, and Jennifer knew she wanted more of her when they got back home.
She’d been worried that her new job might not be busy enough for her. It was a private practice, and she’d have patients whom she’d see repeatedly, with, hopefully, little things that they needed looked at. She’d do physicals, send for blood work, check X-rays, and while she did most of that already in the hospital, it would be different now. There would be less adrenaline, and she had been an adrenaline junkie for most of her career. Fortunately, the new job also meant fewer gunshot and stab wounds and other urgent traumas, so she might be able to finish a cup of coffee at the start of her shift and get home at a reasonable time, without having to be on call. She could make herself dinner, which would mean learning how to cook, tryhaving actual hobbies, and maybe even pick up the cello again if she wanted to. She hadn’t been sure that she could actually do those things because she’d only ever done one very intense job in a city that unfortunately, dealt with a lot of violence, but she’d still made the choice to finish her career in a less busy environment, with an option to buy the practice in about ten to fifteen years when its current owner was ready to retire.
Now, all she could think about was that, yes, she could do all of that. She could bestill. She could have hobbies. Jennifer could cook dinner for a beautiful woman, and they could share dessert and wine and snuggle up on a sofa without fear that she’d be called in and have to go. She had disappointed many women over the years with the words, ‘I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.’ She didn’t want to do that anymore. She pushed two fingers into Kristina, and as Kristina’s mouth opened and her head went back, she knew she didn’t want to do that toher, especially.
“God, I can see it,” she said.
“See what?”
She’d said that out loud?
She met Kristina’s confused eyes just as Kristina began moving up and down on her fingers, gripping her shoulders to hold herself in place and smiling at her a little.
“Nothing,” she said and kissed Kristina’s collarbone in an attempt to change the subject.
“Tell me. Please,” Kristina requested, and her voice was going breathless already. “This feels so good.”
Jennifer pulled back and looked at the hard nipples in front of her, both darker and harder than she’d seen them so far. She leaned in and licked one.
“Oh, fuck,” Kristina let out.
“I can see it,” she said, deciding not to hold anything back from her. “I can see what I want for my life.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Jennifer sucked on that nipple for a second before she pulled back and let it go with a pop.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” Kristina replied, but Jennifer wasn’t sure if that was a response to her question or because Kristina’s hips were moving faster, and she was getting closer.
“I can see my life in a way that I have not been able to before, and I know what I want.” She licked Kristina’s other nipple. “It’s like this trip just opened my eyes.Youopened my eyes.”
“How did I… do that? Can you curl them and let me ride them?”
