Джерри Хилл - Gulf Breeze

"Please come here," Pat whispered. She pulled Carly on top of her, settling her weight between her legs. "You say I'm beautiful, when you have no idea how breathtaking you are."

Then there was no time for words as their mouths joined again. When Pat's hands moved over Carly's body, she grabbed them both and held them captive over Pat's head. Her mouth dipped lower, finding Pat's breast, sucking her nipple inside. She feasted, knowing she would never get enough.

Pat arched into her, loving the feeling of Carly at her breast. Her hands ached to touch her, ached to be inside her, but Carly still held them tightly. Then Carly pressed her hips into Pat, rubbing against her intimately and Pat surged up to meet her, rising off the bed as they touched.

Carly finally released Pat's hands, moving down her body, tasting every inch of her. She wanted to be between her thighs, she wanted to taste the most intimate part of Pat.

Pat threw her head back in surrender as Carly moved down her body. Her hips arched, searching, wanting Carly's mouth on her.

Carly spread Pat's legs, seeing her glistening curls in the shadows of the oil lamp. She closed her eyes and groaned, knowing she would never be the same if she took Pat this way. It no longer mattered. Pat had already taken her heart.

Pat cried out when Carly's mouth found her. She clutched at the bed sheets, her eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure. Then Carly's tongue moved through her wetness, finding her swollen and ready. Carly's lips took her inside, sucking hard against her and Pat rose off the bed, her hips unable to remain still. Then Carly slowed, her tongue again moving through her, finally plunging inside her.
"Oh, dear God," Pat murmured. Her hands reached out and grabbed Carly's head, holding her firmly to her as her hips undulated against her mouth.

Carly was delirious with pleasure as her mouth feasted on Pat. So wet, so sweet. She felt her own wetness soaking the bed, felt her own throbbing between her thighs. Her tongue pulled out of Pat and her lips found her again, sucking her hard. She struggled to hold Pat down, her hands pressing against Pat's hips as she held her legs apart. Then she felt Pat still, heard her breath catch and hold, then Pat rose up again, one last time, screaming out her pleasure as she climaxed against Carly's mouth.

Pat laid back, pulling Carly up her body, knowing Carly needed her own release. She felt as Carly straddled her thigh, felt her wetness coat her as Carly ground into her hard. Pat's hand moved between them, finding Carly wet and ready. She touched her, stroking her as Carly pressed against her thigh.

Carly felt Pat's hand on her and she reached for it, grinding against her fingers as she sought release. She bent her head low to capture Pat's lips and she came instantly, crying out into Pat's mouth.

She finally collapsed on top of Pat, letting her weight settle over her. She felt Pat's arms come around her, gently caressing her back as her lips moved over her face.

Carly finally pulled away, resting her weight on her arms. She met Pat's eyes and she smiled. Then she bent her head and kissed her softly, gently.

"Oh, Pat…I love you," she whispered, so quietly, she wasn't sure Pat had even heard her.

"And I love you with all my heart," Pat whispered back. "I want to love you for the rest of my life."

"Yes. I think I'd like that."

Pat kissed her again, then quickly rolled them over, penning Carly beneath her.

"You know what I'd like? I'd like to make love to you for the rest of the night," she murmured, her lips trailing kisses over her breasts, then finally lower, to where Carly needed her the most.

"I think that was taken in my front yard," she told Rachel. "I wonder why it's not mentioned in the caption?"

Pat glared at Mrs. Davenport as she made her way around the Visitor's Center, looking at the framed prints that adorned the walls.

"It was taken here," Pat insisted.

"You probably don't even know what it is."

"I most certainly do. It's a…" Shit! What was it again? Sandpiper something or other. Oh, goddamn it! They all looked alike.

"As I suspected, you have no idea. It's a Long-billed Dowitcher. They often winter in my yard, by the pond. And this looks suspiciously like it.
"It was taken at the pond out here," Pat said. "Not in your damn yard."

"Now, Pat," Aunt Rachel said. "Is that any way to talk to Mrs. Davenport? After all she's done for you?"

Pat looked appropriately chastised as she glared at the old woman. It wasn't enough that four of the prints mentioned Mrs. Davenport's pond. Now she wanted to claim credit for others.

"I apologize. The ones I took at your pond are farther down the hall there," she said as sweetly as she could.

She let them walk off without her, then glanced around the crowded Visitor's Center. It would be opened to the public next week, but today they had invited the local birders who had helped them throughout the last year and a handful of donors who had contributed large sums of money to this project.

She walked to a window, looking out at the bright sunshine. The old road to the bay was now paved, as was the road to the new marshes. And the marsh looked good, she had to admit. The native grasses they had planted had taken hold, as had the reeds. She spotted two white birds and she smiled. Their egrets, no doubt. They had released them back at the pond and she and Carly both cried when the parents returned. They had spent nearly every evening out there watching the four birds, watching as the parents taught the young to fish. The two young had finally moved to the marsh but the parents stayed at the pond.

She turned back to the room, scanning the crowd. She found Elsa and Martin talking quietly in one corner. She smiled as she caught the sparkle of Elsa's engagement ring. She moved away from them, her eyes searching, finally finding Carly as she talked to three men in suits. Board members. And they looked completely out of place among the birders.

Carly glanced up, feeling Pat's eyes on her. She smiled warmly at her lover, then excused herself. She hadn't talked to Pat since early that morning.

"Hi, love," she whispered. "Having fun?"

"Mingling with birders…my very favorite thing in the world," Pat teased.

"I've missed you," Carly said. "Have you been showing Mrs. Davenport around?"

"God, yes. Much more of this and I'll need therapy. I'm convinced the woman is trying to drive me insane."

"You may be right. She certainly enjoys baiting you."

"How much longer?" Pat asked, glancing again at the suits.

"Not long. I'm sure they'll be heading back in an hour or so."

"Well, that's too long," she murmured. "I haven't kissed you all day." She took Carly's hand and pulled her behind the counter and into the storage room. She shut the door firmly behind her.

"Well, this is subtle," Carly teased. "I'm sure no one has a clue."

"Hush," Pat said, silencing Carly with a kiss.

Carly melted into her embrace, her fingers sliding into Pat's silky hair. When Pat grabbed her hips and pulled her against her, Carly felt the now familiar stirring of desire. It had been nearly a year and she still couldn't keep her hands off this woman. She let her hands slip lower, cupping Pat's breasts. Pat moaned into her mouth and Carly squeezed gently.

"Don't tempt me," Pat threatened. "I just wanted to kiss you."

"Then you shouldn't have touched me," Carly whispered into her mouth. She pushed Pat against the counter, her hands moving lower, resting on the heat between Pat's thighs.

"Carly, don't," Pat said but her hips moved against Carly's hand anyway. God, this woman could drive her to the edge in seconds.

"But I want to." She unbuttoned Pat's shorts and slipped her hand inside, finding the wetness she knew would greet her. "Always so wet for me." She slid her fingers against Pat, moving through silk to reach her goal. "I love you so much, Pat," she whispered.