Burning for her

Chapter 19

Abigail

My feelings were rather strong for Clara. I didn't even let my mind get to love. I mean we were gay, two months of seeing each other was basically a year. But I knew this was Clara's first lesbian relationship and, even though I really do love her, she was difficult when it came to expressing feelings. So I put my deep feelings for her aside so I wouldn't scare her to hell.

But when she blurred out I love you... All the feelings choking me finally lifted. I didn't love Clara because of how good she made me feel in bed. Because... believe me, you could fall in love with her over the way she was kissing you. I fell in love with Cara quickly, unexpectedly, because of the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention. Because, that against all my protests, she always made sure I ate enough before going to practice. Because she made sure that her fridge was always full with diet cherry coke and honestly because she looked like a greek goddess.

She kissed me softly, thumbs brushing against my cheek, my tears coating her skin. "She abused us verbally, which wasn't much better from the hitting my father did most of the time." My chest ached at the thought of Clara being hurt.

"Abbie." She whispered between kisses, running her fingers down my back, pulling me against her naked body by my waist. The toy we used hit my skin, still covered in my wetness, leaving a trail behind.

I touched her carefully so as not to hurt the bruise on her ribs, while kissing her. The kiss was slow, soft, gently, a lot different from the way she kissed me just 20 minutes ago in the shower. It wasn't rushed, it wasn't urgent. It was calm and filled with something that caused my chest to tighten.

Clara pulled away, her breathing hitting my lips as her forehead leaned against mine. She was breathing heavier than I was, her fingers digging into the flesh on my waist. "I..." She cut herself off before saying a thing and kissed me again before I could question her. She rolled over me, kissing down my jaw and neck. She was all over me, touching me everywhere she could reach. Her lips on my neck, down my chest, taking my nipple between her teeth. Her hand sliding down between us, her palm pushing against my clit.

"Clara" I cried out her name, when she pushed a finger inside me, her teeth biting into my nipple. I pulled on her hair, earning a groan from her, which buzzed through my body.

Her kisses were soft, even her bites were gentle, which usually would drive me crazy, but now... It was all I needed. Everything was perfect, ecstatic until... the elevator came up and we both froze.

"Are you expecting someone?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"No." It was the middle of the night. Obviously she didn't expect anyone. "Wait here." She pecked my lips for the last time, before pushing off the bed.

"Honey?" I sat up, pulling the cover around me, my breathing still quick. "Be quick." I pressed my thighs together under the sheet, creating some pressure.

"You bet I'll be." She quickly stepped out of the strap-on, grabbing a few clothes and putting them on before disappearing.

There was only a few minutes before I heard the elevator travel down again. I took the cover with me, covering myself as I walked out of the room. Clara was standing in the middle of the hallway, with her hands on her waist.

"Well?" Her brown eyes turned to my voice, eyebrows raised at me. "I didn't want to continue without you." I explained.

"Good." She took a few steps closer, until she stopped in front of me. "It was my assistant. Nothing that has to be dealt with at the moment." Her eyes were traveling down my sheet covered body.