Page 36 of Semantics

“That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, if you’re fishing for compliments,” Stella told her. “Now, will you please go down on me? I have no shame. I will beg and not feel bad about it at all. Just please make me come again.”

Violet nearly growled, but she held it in. She moved her mouth down to Stella’s right breast and decided to draw this out a little bit longer. Pulling the nipple into her mouth, she sucked hard and slipped her hand back down between Stella’s legs, giving her something to hold on to until Violet’s mouth could pay it the attention they both wanted her to.

“Vi, after. That feels very good, but after.”

Deciding she had prolonged the torture enough, Violet let the nipple go with a pop and kissed down Stella’s body, watching Stella spread her legs wider than before to make space for her to settle between them.

“God, you are so ready,” she said, running her fingers through Stella’s wetness and taking her in.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Violet looked up and saw Stella with her hands behind her head, holding herself up a bit so that she could look at her. Violet loved this, and she smiled up at her, wishing she smirked as well as Stella did. Then, she licked her.

“Oh, fuck,” Stella said, and her hands went away as she dropped her head down to the floor.

Violet repeated the action.

“Violet, just suck. Please.”

But Violet licked her again first, not wanting to give in right away, and she swirled her tongue slowly around the tip of Stella’s clit before she took her and sucked hard until Stella Ross came in her mouth.

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When Violet woke up, she was naked and in a bed that wasn’t her own. There was someone lying there next to her, and it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened the previous night. Violet was in Stella’s bed, and Stella’s bare back was on full display to her, with the sheets pulled up only just to her ass, which meant that Violet could see her tattoo, the two birds made of two curved lines apiece, flying across Stella’s shoulder; the same shoulder that Violet had kissed and then bit down on hours ago. Her teeth marks were still there; faded, but still there, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching forward and gently touching the marks with her fingertips. Stella shifted from that, and it made Violet internally freak out because she had no idea what to say to this woman after they’d spent all night having sex, only falling asleep around three in the morning, when Stella had insisted Violet stay over due to the late hour.

“Morning,” Stella greeted when she rolled over. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. I just woke up.”

Stella was lying on her back now, and she reached for her phone on the bedside table to check the time.

“It’s six-thirty. I don’t have to be at work until nine, and technically, I can work from home today. What time are you due in at the office?”

Violet didn’t want to tell her that her office was in the garage of her house, so she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.

“I have a daily stand-up meeting with my team at nine, but it’s flexible, and sometimes, Arlowe sleeps in, so we move it to later.”

“Well, that is great news.” Stella tossed her phone on the bed somewhere and moved on top of her. “I am spent, but I wouldn’t mind one more round before we have to get moving. Maybe…” Stella settled her hips between Violet’s thighs and began to roll down into her. “We could have a round in here, and then another in the shower.”

“We shouldn’t,” she replied, making no effort to move or actually tell Stella to stop.

“No?” Stella teased as her hand slipped between Violet’s legs and she smirked at what she found there. “You’re soaked. Do you always wake up this wet, Violet Russell?”

“Not always, no,” she replied with a smile aimed at her. “Now, will you make me come, please? I really need to hit the road soon and get home so that I can shower and change for work.”

“Is that a no on the shower sex, then?” Stella asked as she pushed inside her with at least two fingers.

“Yes, that’s… a no on the… shower sex, but this… is a yes. It’s definitely a yes.”

Stella must have known that Violet was sore from their previous activities, so she went slow this time, kissing Violet through her orgasm that wasn’t as intense as any of the ones she’d had the night before, but was still just as good somehow. Violet rolled them over after that and wasted no time moving her hand between Stella’s legs. As she pushed and flicked inside her, she didn’t kiss Stella this time, though. She hovered over her and watched Stella’s face as she made her come, and when Stella’s eyes opened, she looked away. The moment felt too intimate all of a sudden, which made no sense because sex was inherently intimate. Still, in the light of day, something about what they were doing was too much for her, so Violet pulled out slowly and shifted to her knees on the bed.

“I need to go,” she stated.

“You can stay for breakfast. I can make us something. Coffee, at least, if you’re not a breakfast person. I don’t have chocolate syrup, but I think I have a can of whipped cream if you want that.” Stella’s eyes got big. “God, why didn’t I think about that last night? I could have licked it off your body, or you–”

“I have to go, Stella. Thank you for the breakfast offer.” Violet climbed off the bed. “Where are my clothes?”

“All over my floor,” Stella replied and sat up on the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want a shower? We don’t have to do anything.”