Susanne Novan - Driven

One touch of Dylan’s thumb and Cat was freed, spiraling into infinity. She cried out to the heavens, body gathering in around itself, muscles clenching so tightly that the breath was robbed from her lungs. Her toes curled, her fingers clamped tight into Dylan’s muscled, sweating back, grounding her in the only way she knew.

Slowly, gently, she felt herself coming back to earth, and her muscles relaxed as she felt the weight of her body drawing her away from her new lover’s

fevered embrace.

"Not yet," Dylan growled. "Oh please, not yet."

Cat’s desire shot up again as she felt the velvet heat of Dylan pressing and gliding against her thigh. One stroke, and another, and then Dylan gasped,

tipping her head forward to bury it against Cat’s shoulder as her body clenched and shook with the force of her climax. Feeling the sharp press of teeth

against the tender skin of her neck, she groaned aloud and held on tightly as Dylan’s body, finally spent, came to rest against hers in a warm, and tender embrace.

******

Cat reclined back into a thick pile of blankets placed strategically by the fireplace. They were just close enough to be warm but not so close one would get overheated.

By the fire, that is.

The other thing in the room that was outstripping the warmth of the fire was currently she was placing the wine in the ice bucket after refilling their

glasses.

Dylan smiled, looking over at her companion, who was now stretched out on her stomach with her face nestled in the thick down pillow. "Tired?"

"Deliciously. Thanks," Cat looked over her shoulder and winked.

Dylan placed the two glasses down by Cat’s head and then placed herself next to the younger woman’s languid, and splendidly naked, body. "Glad to hear it."

Cat rolled onto her side, facing Dylan, and running her fingers gently over dark brows. "Are you okay with this?"

"I am very okay with it. If I didn’t think we were ready for it, it wouldn’t have happened. I have amazing self control." Dylan grinned devilishly.

"Tell me about it. You’re going along all calm while I’m taking a cold shower every twenty minutes. I was starting to look like a raisin all the time. I think that type of self control is one of those skills I’ve yet to learn."

"Here’s a secret." Dylan leaned in and whispered. "I took a few cold showers too."

"Really?" For reasons she didn’t quite understand, this revelation made Cat quite happy.

"You know it. You’re hard to resist Catherine Hodges." The tall woman leaned over and kissed her companion.

Cat made an invitation by lying back during the kiss and letting Dylan follow her, gently covering her as the kiss continued. Her hands began running over Dylan’s back, massaging the warm skin under her palms. She couldn’t help but allow little moans to roll from her lips as Dylan did a masterful job of kissing down one side of her neck, across her collarbone, and up the other side. She was trembling all over by the time Dylan stopped.

College girls have nothingon you, my dear.

The thought made her shiver once again, a pleasant twinge that centered itself over the most sensitive areas of her body. And there were quite a few of

those, Cat was beginning to realize.

"Ooo don’t do that." She wiggled under Dylan, trying to make better contact, though if the truth of the matter be known, she was almost sharing the taller woman’s skin already. Sweat that came from far more than the warmth of the fire lubricated their bodies’ touch, and the feeling was more erotic than

anything Cat had ever experienced before.

"What?"

"Don’t stop. I’ve waited too long for this for you to tease me." She kissed a lovely warm expanse of neck near her lips.

"Is that so?" Dylan couldn’t help but tease her lover a little now that she knew she shouldn’t.

"Yes, please." Cat wasn’t above begging, at least not were Dylan was concerned. She had decided months ago that she’d crawl ten miles over broken glass just to sweat in her shadow; so begging for her touch was no big strain.

"You know," Dylan placed her mouth gently on Cat’s shoulder. "I have a big, soft bed upstairs that I would love to get you into."

"Okay," she managed to whimper as Dylan rose and extended a hand to her.

"Come on Sweetheart."

*******

Morning came far too early as far as Cat was concerned. She pulled the blanket over her head as the morning sun began to filter through the plate glass

window. She rolled over to curl up next to Dylan, only to find her tall bedmate gone.

Under normal circumstances Cat would have been panicked to wake up in a strange bed alone after spending such a passionate night with a woman, but

not this time. This time she felt nothing but completely satisfied and very, very, well loved.

She pushed up from the bed to find a long, blue terrycloth robe draped over the headboard’s large post. Smiling, she got up and pulled the robe on, having to cuff the sleeves several times and still she looked like a child wearing an adult’s clothing. Opening the bedroom door, she smiled at the scent of

breakfast being cooked wafted up the steps. She followed her nose directly to the kitchen to see Dylan, in shorts and a tank top, sans bra, gliding to the music playing over the recessed speakers in the kitchen.

"You’re in a good mood this morning," Cat offered as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Oh I am." Dylan graced her with a brilliant smile as she lifted eggs from the frying pan onto Cat’s plate. "Juice in the fridge, would you mind?"

"Absolutely not." She crossed to the large stainless steel gourmet refrigerator. Opening the door she was surprised to find all the fixings for a breakfast fit for any self-respecting carnivore. "Have you come over to the dark side?"

Dylan chuckled, "No, but there’s no need for you to starve while we’re here. I even went out and got cookware so we could feed you properly."

"No bacon in your skillet, right?"

"Well," Dylan blushed a bit and just shook her head, refusing to say anything else.

Cat dropped it and poured the orange juice into two glasses that had been placed on the counter. "You’re very sweet, you know that."

"Yeah, I know, but don’t tell anyone, okay. I need people to think I’m a stone bitch."

Cat crossed her heart as she placed the glasses and the silverware on the table. "I promise. Not a word to anyone. Your secret is safe with me."

"Good." Dylan winked and placed Cat’s plate on the table. "Toast?"

"Please."

"Let me guess." Dylan took a long appraising look at her lover. "Grape jelly."

"And you read minds too. Impressive." The blonde chuckled as she took a seat and waited for her companion to join her.

"No," Dylan replied from behind the fridge door. "You just look like a grape jelly kinda girl to me."

"I’m fond of whip cream and chocolate sauce too."

Dylan muffled a curse as she hit her head on the frame. She peeked over the top of the door. "I can certainly get some later."

Cat just smiled as Dylan joined her at the table. The blonde reached out and took Dylan’s hand, causing the woman to look at her. "Thank you."

"For?" Dylan asked, using her free hand to pour them both coffee.

"Last night. It was wonderful."

"I agree," she leaned over and kissed Cat gently. "Thank you too."

As they ate, Cat’s mind began to replay the events of the previous evening and after letting her mind wander to far from home a small moan escaped her

lips.

"Excuse me?" Dylan smiled at the far away look in Cat’s eyes.

"Oh, well," Cat stumbled over her excuse knowing she’d been caught. "I was umm…well…hell Dylan, you make love to a woman like the world is ending and you don’t expect her to have flashbacks?"