Джерри Хилл - Gulf Breeze

Pat was lost in the sensation of Carly's wetness. She felt the muscles contract against her fingers and she pulled out again, meeting each thrust of Carly's hips. She knew Carly was close to climaxing and with her thumb, she touched her swollen clit. That was all it took. Carly cried out, her hips moving hard against Pat's fingers. Pat left Carly's breast, moving to her mouth and catching the last of Carly's screams. Finally, she felt Carly's body relax against the bed, felt as Carly's arms pulled her tight against her.

Carly closed her eyes as she held Pat against her. Pat's fingers were still inside her and Carly squeezed her legs tight, holding them. It was too fast. Much too fast.

"Thank you for not making me throw you in the bay," Carly whispered. "But I still haven't had my hands on you. And I so want to touch you."

Pat rolled over, pulling Carly with her. Carly settled between her thighs, her mouth finding her breast before Pat could speak. Pat's hands slid up Carly's back, holding her firmly against her. She couldn't remember a time when she'd wanted another's touch like she now wanted Carly's. Carly moved her mouth back to Pat's, kissing her lightly.

Carly leaned on her elbows, looking at Pat. Her eyes were closed. Carly smiled and pressed into her, feeling Pat's wetness as it coated her stomach. Her hands itched to touch her and she moved between them, wondering at how many years it had been since she'd touched someone like this. The few affairs she'd had over the years were never like this. They were just a quick release then forgotten. With Pat, she would never forget.

She found Pat's wetness and moved into it. Like silk through her fingers, she touched her. Pat moaned, her eyes opening and finding Carly's. Carly closed her own as her fingers slipped inside Pat. So warm. So wet.

"I had forgotten how it felt," she whispered. She pulled out, finding Pat swollen and she moved over her, teasing her. When Pat's hips moved against her, she entered her again, feeling Pat clutch her hand tightly between her thighs.

They both heard the car door slam at the same time. Pat whimpered as Carly pulled away from her.

"I don't believe this," Pat whispered. She pulled Carly's hand back to her, pressing it hard between her thighs. "Don't you dare leave me like this."

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Carly murmured. She kissed Pat hard, part of her wanting to ignore Elsa and Martin and finish what they'd started. She let her fingers slide through Pat's wetness again. It wouldn't take long, she knew.

"Hello?" Elsa called from downstairs.

"Christ!" Carly rolled away from Pat, nearly laughing at the pained expression on Pat's face.

"I just can't catch a break, can I?" Pat murmured. Then she too got up, taking her clothes from Carly's outstretched hands.

"You deserve it for all the times you made me wait," Carly said. She pulled her T-shirt over her head then went to Pat and held her. "And you were right. We needed hours for this." She kissed her, letting her lips linger. And that was all it took. Her desire flared again and she groaned as she pulled away from Pat. "I can't keep my hands off you, you realize that, don't you?" She took Pat's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly. "I want to make love to you. And I want to take hours doing it."

"You can't just tell me something like that and walk away," Pat said. She reached for Carly and pulled her against her, kissing her hard.

"You guys up here?" Elsa called again.

"Get dressed," Carly said as she pulled away. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

She closed the door after her and Pat laid back down on the bed. So close. She had been so close. But she smiled. It didn't matter. It was enough to remember how it felt to be inside Carly, how it felt to bring her to orgasm. And later, tonight perhaps, they would have time to explore each other at leisure. Pat ached to know how Carly would taste. She groaned, imagining her mouth between Carly's thighs.

"What's going on?" Elsa asked when Carly met her on the stairs.

"Just…getting dressed," she said. It wasn't a lie. "How were the roads?"

"Good. A lot of trees down. We saw a barn that was completely lost out off 39."

Carly nodded. "Fish?"

Elsa held up a bag.

"Where's Pat?"

"She's…ah…she'll be down in a minute. Why don't you help me feed the egrets," Carly suggested. "Where's Martin?"

"He went to check on the barn." Elsa followed Carly back down the stairs, finally taking her arm to stop her when they entered the kitchen. "What's going on? You're acting strange."

"I'm not acting strange. I'm just…tired. Didn't sleep much last night, with the storm and all."

"Uh huh."

"Really."

"And how did Pat sleep?"

"She slept fine. In fact, I gave her a pain pill and she was out."

"A pain pill? What happened?"

"She got hit in the head with a limb. When she was out."

"Mi Dios! I told you it was too dangerous to be out. Estúpido! She could have been killed!"

"Don't you think I know that?"

"What's all the yelling?" Pat asked from the doorway.

"Jesus! Look at you," Elsa said. She walked to Pat, gently touching her bruised cheek. "Stitches? You let her give you stitches?"

Pat met Carly's eyes and smiled, still seeing the lingering desire there.

"She didn't exactly give me a choice," Pat said. "In fact, she tied me down and had her way with me."

"I most certainly did not. If I'd had you tied down, I'd have stitched your mouth shut as well."

"Well, I see nothing's changed with you two," Elsa said.

Pat and Carly exchanged glances again, then Carly lifted the towel off the egrets. Twin mouths opened immediately.

"I know you're hungry. Tia Elsa brought you some lunch," she cooed.

"Dios, they're ugly," Elsa said as she peered into the box. Then she looked at Pat. "You risked your life to save them?"

"Yes, I did. They were just so helpless out there. They would have been killed."

"You could have been killed," Elsa said.

Pat shrugged. "But I wasn't."

She watched as Carly cut the fish into small pieces, then smiled as the hungry birds snatched it up. She touched the bruise on her cheek. Yes, it was all worth it.

"Where's Martin?" she asked.

"Outside checking the damage."

"I think I'll join him," Pat said. "Been cooped up long enough. Besides, I want to get some shots," she said, holding up her camera.

Carly grabbed her arm as she walked past.

"Be careful. Don't do any bending or lifting," Carly said. "Your cheek, it'll just start throbbing again."

"Are you threatening me with another pain pill, Dr. Cambridge?"

"No. We certainly can't have a repeat of last night," she teased.

"No, we can't." Pat flicked her eyes to Elsa who was listening to their every word. She stepped closer to Carly and whispered, "Because I want my mouth on you tonight."

Then she walked away, leaving a stunned Carly staring after her. Carly squeezed her eyes shut against the vision of Pat lying between her legs, bringing her to orgasm with her mouth. Mi Dios.

She knew Elsa was watching her as she went back to feeding the egrets, but she ignored her. Knowing Elsa, it wouldn't last long.

"Oh my God," Elsa said.

"What?"

"You had sex."

"What are you talking about?" Carly said, trying to sound offended.

"You're blushing. You never could lie worth a damn."

Carly raised her eyes, intending to deny it, but when she met Elsa's amused eyes, she smiled and nodded.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Details," Elsa demanded.

"I will not. And not one word in front of Pat. I mean it."

"You are so cute." Then her eyes widened. "Oh, Dios! When we drove up? When you didn't come down?"

"Yes. Are you happy now?"