Sweet & Spicy Lesbian Short Stories (GirlxGirl)

The Witch of Lake Erie: Part 8

I don't know what to say, so I wait, savoring every second that I'm in her arms.

"This would be easier if you weren't so amazing," she says, barely audible. "So beautiful. So kind."

Something is erupting inside me.

Just when I think we can't possibly be any closer together, Callisto leans in. She kisses me so gently that my lips tingle. A pleasant sensation rushes down my core, making me shiver.

Slowly, as if trying not to scare her away, I lift a hand to her cheek. She's as soft as I remember, and her taste is just as sweet. I think of strawberries, honey, and all of the herbs she grows.

I part my lips, inviting her in, and she kisses me deeper.

A flutter goes through me. We kiss harder, tongues and lips moving eagerly. She grips my shoulder and holds me close.

I run my hands down her lacy black dress, feeling her curves beneath my palms, caressing her breasts, waist, and cautiously moving lower.

When I reach her hips, she moans, making a fist in my hair.

"Come to my bedroom before I change my mind," she says, breathless.

It is possibly the best sentence I've ever heard her speak—which is saying something because in the two times I've met her she's said things like "this will heal the cursed scratches all over you and stop you from bleeding to death."

She takes my hand and pulls me to her bedroom, and I trail behind her like I'm walking in a dream.

Her bedroom is like the rest of the house—earthy, warm, with a lot of plants and strange shapes on the walls.

As my gaze returns to Callisto, she's playing with her sexy black dress like she's considering taking it off. Is that a flush in her cheeks? Is she shy?

If she's never let romance into her life, maybe she's never done this before.

I start with my own clothes, peeling off my jeans and taking off my shirt. By the time I'm out of my bra and underwear, she's gazing at me with a hungry gleam in her eyes, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickens.

"Let me," I whisper, taking her hand and pulling her close.

She places her hands on my waist with a soft moan. I spin her around and unlace her gown, enjoying the slow unveiling of her body.

The moment she's in front of me in nothing but a lacy black bra and underwear, a primal urge overtakes me, pushing all other thoughts from my mind. I close the distance between us and kiss her fiercely, and she responds with the same eagerness. She's strong and firm in my arms, and I can't stop running my hands over every part of her, reveling in her body.

I remove her bra and underwear before pushing her down on the bed so I can get on top of her.

Callisto wraps her legs around me and pulls my mouth to hers.

I rock against her, the friction between our bodies making me dizzy. I'm on fire, my insides burning, every part of me tight and trembling. Her hands glide down my chest and to my nipples, which she flicks and teases with nimble fingers.

I gasp into her mouth, tightening my grip on the duvet beneath her. I'm so ready for her that I can barely take another second.

She rolls me over, surprising me, and casts me a wicked grin. "I've thought of getting naked with you every night for weeks."

A thrill pulses through me at these words. "That makes two of us."

We kiss urgently, hands roaming over each other's bodies, rolling across the bed as each of us tries to top the other.