“God, you scared me! Are you okay?” asked Stephanie, gently.

Lou’s eyes were a little wild as her gaze flitted from Stephanie to the tea things out on the counter and the bread nearby.

Oh no, I’ve made a massive assumption that it’s okay for me to still be here in the morning, making myself at home. It’s too much…

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s me, I thought…” Lou looked embarrassed.

Suddenly the penny dropped. “Oh God.” Stephanie’s voice was still a whisper. “You thought I’d gone?”

Lou nodded slowly, and Stephanie’s stomach did an excited little lurch. She walked over to Lou, her smile widening as she got closer and Lou started to relax. She leaned in and kissed her, letting her tongue slip teasingly over her bottom lip before murmuring, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

She gasped as Lou’s mouth suddenly devoured hers, pulling Stephanie close, pressing their breasts together, their bellies, their thighs. Lou lifted her head and placed her hands on Stephanie’s hips.

“I need you.” Her voice was low and strained, and her breathing was laboured.

Stephanie’s cunt pulsed. She nodded and gasped again as Lou turned her around and pushed her towards the breakfast bar. Stephanie placed her hands on the granite top and shuddered as Lou pushed her legs apart with her thigh. Lou draped her body over Stephanie, pressing her hard nipples into her back, running her hands between Stephanie’s legs from behind to skim lightly through her wetness, teasing her clit with her fingertips. When she pulled those fingertips back to circle the entrance to her cunt, Stephanie groaned and pushed back for more.

“Yes…oh yes…”

And Lou didn’t hesitate. She pushed one finger deep inside, as far as she could go, and then pulled back out slowly, driving Stephanie crazy with desire, want, need.

“Oh God, fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice a rough whisper, startling herself at her use of such coarse language but loving it at the same time.

Lou groaned and pushed inside her again, two fingers this time, and their groans melded together as Lou fucked her. As Stephanie wantonly bucked her hips, groaning loudly, Lou reached around with her other hand and brought the tip of one finger to rest on Stephanie’s clit. She let Stephanie’s own hip movements dictate the pressure, the speed, and Stephanie worked it, rubbing herself against that single point of contact harder and faster. Lou’s fingers filled her, and she came, crying out, head thrown back and calling out Lou’s name.

* * *

Stephanie sat on the sofa, naked, gazing down at the equally naked woman sleeping half under a blanket across her lap. The winter sun glinted brightly through the gaps in the blinds, sending soft shafts of light over Lou’s body.

It was Sunday morning. Stephanie hadn’t gone home since they’d arrived here Friday night. Saturday had been spent in bed—making love, talking, eating, making love again.