Джерри Хилл - Gulf Breeze

Pat met her thrust as Carly slipped inside her. She tried to stifle her groan but couldn't. Her hips moved faster now against Carly's hand. She pulled Carly into her arms, settling her lips against Carly's mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that she could no longer keep in.

Carly's wet fingers found her clit, swollen and ready. Pat jerked against her, her teeth biting gently into her neck and Carly was lost. She groaned as she moved faster over Pat, stroking her to orgasm. She felt Pat arch and her mouth went to Pat's, catching her screams.

They stood leaning against each other, both breathing heavily. She finally pulled her hand away, moving under Pat's shirt and wiping the wetness against Pat's skin. Like always, she wished they had more time.

"Please let me touch you," Pat whispered, her hands sliding to Carly's waist. "I know you want me to. I know how wet you are."

Carly tilted her head back as Pat's lips moved over her neck. Yes, she was wet. Yes, she wanted Pat to touch her. But there was no time.

"No. I've got to get back," Carly said, stopping Pat's hands before they went inside her shorts.

"That's not fair. You can't just do that to me and then walk away."

"Of course I can." Carly kissed her quickly, the pulled away.

"Carly…"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Carly stopped at the door, a soft smile on her face. Then she walked back to Pat and kissed her again.

"I love you, too. You're my hero," she whispered.

"And tonight, we'll turn off the phones?"

"We'll turn off the phones," Carly promised.

Pat pulled Carly into her arms once again.

"Good. Because tonight, you're mine."

Carly smiled.

"I'll be yours forever."