“There you go again.”

Lisa’s mouth curved upward. “My point is, if you want to be forgiven for being stubborn or stupid, then you need to forgive me, too. Like I said before, we’re both guilty of making mistakes. We both hid our true feelings because we both believed we were doing it for all the right reasons.” Lisa’s focus dropped to Bennett’s breasts, and in the next breath, she was climbing atop Bennett and straddling her waist. “And I don’t know about you, but do you honestly want to spend the day talking?”

Until that moment, neither had taken the time to feast their eyes on the other, but for a few seconds. The urgency of a dozen years of pent-up desire, finally free of constraints, had led to the need to consummate their love in an almost frenzied manner. Now, however, their minds were at peace. Reasons had been spoken, and apologies given and accepted, and the only thing left was to love…simply love.

Lisa made no secret of her admiration, her eyes raking over Bennett’s naked chest and settling on breasts, full and round. Tipped by dusky-rose peaks that rose and fell with Bennett’s breathing, they were too tempting to resist. Lisa ran her hands over them, and Bennett’s nipples instantly responded to her touch.

“Jesus,” Bennett whispered.

Lisa gently kneaded the honey-soft mounds, rasping her thumbs over the tips before circling the beaded edges, and as Bennett’s breathing quickened, Lisa sucked one into her mouth.

“Oh…God,” Bennett said, threading her fingers through Lisa’s hair. “Oh…my…God.”

Lisa circled it with her tongue before taking the tortured tip between her lips and gently tugging it, she teased and sucked until it reached pebble hardness. Delighted that Bennett was now writhing under her, Lisa moved in for a kiss, and Bennett answered it in a fierceness that took Lisa’s breath away. Greedily, their mouths ground together, tongues exploring and thrusting until finally Bennett took the upper hand, and pushing Lisa to the bed, Bennett straddled her.

Bennett feasted on what lay before her eyes. Lisa’s skin was the warmest of ivories, and unblemished, it almost sparkled with a golden luminescence. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, and covering the ripe, succulent swells with her hands, Bennett marveled at the feel. Her eyes were drawn to the pale pink nipples, growing tauter as each second passed, and dimpled and erect, they called to her. Bennett covered one with her mouth, drawing her tongue around the tip for a few moments before she placed one butterfly kiss after another up Lisa’s body. When she reached her lips, Bennett captured Lisa’s mouth in a devastating kiss, before ever so slowly trailing a path with her lips down Lisa’s neck, across her shoulders, and then down her chest.