Chapter 12

Fiona breathed out with relish. She’d seen Marlo’s torso many, many times before. But now this is all mine. With slightly shaking hands, Fiona reached for Marlo’s belt. Her knuckles grazed against Marlo’s lower abdomen, and Marlo had to concentrate to not react. Marlo felt Fiona lower her pants and her underwear. Marlo watched Fiona’s eyes roaming hungrily up and down her body.

Fiona raised her eyes and saw Marlo looking at her. Here goes nothing, Fiona thought.

For Marlo, the next fifteen seconds happened in extra slow motion. She saw Fiona’s hands undoing the belt of her robe, and then miraculously, the robe drifted downwards. Marlo was too stunned to do anything except to stare in wonder at the beautiful woman in front of her.

Fiona hesitated. Why is she just standing there? Oh god, she doesn’t like what she sees… Fiona had been fantasizing about falling into Marlo’s arms and letting their libidos take over. But now they were both standing there, looking at each other.

Marlo loved being the object of Fiona’s gaze. The blonde was accustomed to being admired – her physique and gender presentation were striking, to say the least – but it felt different with Fiona: Marlo felt seen – as a person to be desired, for sure, but also as everything else Fiona knew her to be.

Sensing Fiona’s momentary hesitance, Marlo quirked an eyebrow, “May I move now?”

Dumbass! She didn’t move because I told her not to! Fiona’s face was a picture of flustered awkwardness.

Marlo thought it was adorable.

Fake it till you make it…“Yes,” Fiona cleared her throat, “but only to remove your shoes and socks.”

Marlo stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet, kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. “Now what?” She asked as her mouth sported a crooked grin.

“Well,” Fiona gave her head a slight shake, “I think I might just look at you some more…”

“And will browsing turn into something else, ma’am?” Marlo felt something powerful uncoiling inside her. Her instincts were finally pinging on the right frequency again, and they were screaming with delight.

“Hmm, I certainly hope so,” Fiona placed her hands on Marlo’s collarbone and dragged her fingers across Marlo’s shoulders and down her arms.

Four prosaic words, but coming out of Fiona’s mouth, those four words were the sexiest come-ons Marlo’d ever heard. Marlo was once again rendered speechless. Fiona’s intentional touch on her flesh was almost impossible to process: Elegant hands tracing electric lines of pleasure on her torso, drawing out every intricate detail of Marlo’s muscular topography. The tall butch was disoriented for another reason: She was accustomed to being in control, of setting the pace, of being the one making someone else feel good. Now, she was submitting to Fiona’s very deliberate exploration of her body. Marlo was surprised by how much she was enjoying it, and how incredibly arousing it was.

Fiona nodded towards the bedroom. “Time to lie down, Marlo…”

Marlo obeyed, and watched with hungry anticipation as Fiona straddled her across her stomach. There was a heat radiating from Fiona that Marlo found irresistible.

“Wow.” Marlo started to reach for Fiona, but Fiona shook her head.

Marlo was dying to touch Fiona, but she obeyed. There was something thrilling and provocative about submitting to Fiona. Marlo’s lovers had always accepted Marlo’s preference to lead, which made Fiona’s opening salvo a notable departure from Marlo’s usual encounters. And yet… Marlo yielded. Because she’d been asked to… and more importantly, she wanted to.

Fiona lowered her lips to Marlo’s and they both moaned with need. It was a first kiss that shut out the rest of the world. Eventually, Marlo couldn’t help but run her hands up Fiona’s body.

“Not yet, Marlo,” panted Fiona. She kissed a path along Marlo’s neck and began laying a long winding trail of kisses down Marlo’s body. Marlo was shaking with pleasure; she was finding it hard not to move. It would have been impossible for Marlo to guess how much she’d love being kissed like this. Fiona was very quickly losing herself in a fog of sensations. Marlo’s skin was warm, smooth, and pulsed with animalistic energy; Fiona had been nervous – given her relative inexperience – but now that her mouth was actually making contact with Marlo’s skin, there was nothing but instinct and need.

When Fiona made her way between Marlo’s legs, her tongue tipped forward aggressively. Marlo gave a low, rumbling growl of approval; her clit was being lovingly lashed. Fiona’s ministrations were perfect: not too fast, nor too slow. Fiona was improvising as best she could, but knew she was succeeding as Marlo’s breath hitched and her sex swelled and throbbed. Holy shit, this is amazing… Both women were thinking the same thing as Fiona’s caresses intensified. Marlo stopped being able to think shortly after Fiona’s fingers found their way inside her.

“Oh!” Marlo’s legs opened wantonly. Marlo had never given herself like this to lovers before, but her body was on auto-pilot and her brain was drunk with desire.

It usually took a while for Marlo to get off, but Fiona pitched her into oblivion with seeming little effort.

Fiona stared in awe at Marlo, words ebbing and flowing in her brain ecstatically: handsome, yummy, beautiful, sexy, orgasmic, mine, hers, love, LOVE… love…

Marlo’s smile was suppressed momentarily as she mumbled, “You need to gimme a second…”

Fiona lay down next to Marlo and watched the blonde float in the haze of her orgasm’s after-glow, “Are you… was that… “

Marlo nodded her head, “No one’s managed to do that to me before…”

“Liar,” Fiona loved the compliment, but found it hard to believe.

Marlo lazily traced a cross on her chest with her hand, “Swear to god. I mean, I can barely move right now.” Marlo opened one eye, “And you can do that full-on royal omnipotence thing anytime you want…”

“That was mind-blowing,” Marlo grinned, “I have one request…”

“Please don’t ever tell me where you learned to do that, I don’t think I could bear knowing.”

Fiona blushed, “That was, uh, kinda my first time doing that… You know, playing it by ear.”

“What?” Marlo’s eyes widened, “You never… with…?”

Fiona shook her head, “Nope. She, um, attended to me, and that was it…”

Marlo knew it was infantile, but her heart did a little dance of happiness. She propped herself up on one elbow, “May I have your permission to approach, your majesty?”

“It took you long enough, Marlo…” Fiona nodded. She opened her arms and Marlo rolled on top.

“Holy shit…” Both women said together when their bodies aligned.

“I’d like to ‘attend to you’ now, majesty… and I intend to win your honor and surpass any other such attempts…”

Fiona started laughing. She stopped very quickly when Marlo began an all-out invasion of Fiona’s senses. “Oh my god, Marlo!” Fiona shrieked when Marlo’s tongue and thumb found ultra-sensitive spots simultaneously. Marlo kept those two spots humming as her other hand wandered lower, her fingers happily landing on Fiona’s clit. Fiona tried to remember to breathe. Her brain was having a hard time catching up with her nerve endings, not to mention the reality check Marlo was deftly providing against Fiona’s catalogue of Marlo sex fantasies. Then her climax beckoned, and it beckoned so authoritatively that Fiona thought she would be cleaved in half by it.

“Marlo… you’re going to make me come Marlo… inside… inside me… now, Marlo, honey, now… please…”

Marlo obeyed, thrusting her fingers inside. Marlo felt Fiona’s inside walls clench with relentless desire. It wasn’t long before Fiona came. She came so hard Marlo gasped in awe.

“Wow,” Marlo breathed out.

Fiona, in her stupor, reached for Marlo and pulled her close. The two of them lay there, entwined, and relished in breathing each other in.

Fiona couldn’t help but smile, “It was you all along… why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you were straight!” Marlo protested, “If there was someone who was supposed to do the telling, it was you!”

“You always said I wasn’t your type!”

“I wasn’t being honest…” Marlo confessed, “But I didn’t know how else to deflect my feelings for you.”

Fiona leaned in for a gloriously sexy kiss, “And what feelings do you have for me, Dr. Wright?”

Marlo chuckled, “Oh, the whole spectrum of feelings… from deviant feelings of carnal lust to the loftiest, knee-weakening feelings of mad passionate love…”

“Love!” Fiona yelped, “I didn’t know your mouth could say such a word.”

“That word…” Marlo said quietly, “was reserved for you. I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear it from me.”

Fiona scoffed, but her heart was melting, “Ah, it’s my fault, is it? I guess I’ll have to make it up to you…” She gave Marlo another kiss.

Marlo pulled back and looked intently at Fiona for a moment, “Your majesty…”

Fiona’s raised an eyebrow.

“Your majesty, your humble subject requests credit for time served…”

“Marlo…?” Fiona inclined her head inquisitively, “What are you going on about?”

Marlo cleared her throat, “Well, since it took us so long to figure this out, I’d like you to agree to time served… you know, we can skip past the first date, dating, holidays together bullshit…” Marlo took a deep breath, “… in order to get to the ‘will-you-please-marry-me’ part right now.”

Fiona was stunned. This was not what she expected. This was beyond what she expected. “Wait. You’re proposing to me? You… Marlo ‘there’re-many-other-fish-in-the-sea’ Wright. Proposing to spend the rest of your life with me?”

Marlo’s grin was infectious.

Fiona leaned forward, “You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

Marlo nodded. For good measure, Marlo rolled off the bed and knelt in front of Fiona, “Seriously. I love you. With every fiber of my being. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Fiona nodded happily, “Yes, of course… but holy shit Marlo… this means…”

Marlo leapt back on the bed and started pampering Fiona’s breasts, “Yes… this means that we’re going to have an off-the-charts gay-as-all-get-out wedding and it’s going to be amazing… but we don’t have to think about that right now…” Marlo’s hand cupped Fiona’s sex.

Fiona sighed, “I couldn’t agree more… no thinking tonight Marlo…”

“Your wish is my command,” Marlo said as she ducked under the covers.

Multiple orgasmic hours later, Fiona awoke to the sound of the french doors to the balcony being opened. Marlo’s body was smashed up next to hers, her breathing was soft and steady. Who the hell is in my room! We locked the door! When Fiona’s eyes focused on the figure by the balcony doors, she shrieked, “MOM!”

Marlo sat bolt upright at Fiona’s exclamation.

Jacinta didn’t look away from her task, “Good morning, honey. Hi, Marlo. Paula’s coming up with your breakfast, but I thought I’d come in first and make sure the room was a little less, um, stuffy…”

Fiona pulled a bed sheet up to cover both of them, “How did you get in here? We locked the door!”

Jacinta headed back towards the door, and gave both women an insouciant look, “Yes – you locked one door, but this is a multi-room suite… with two doors. Maybe now you’ll finally agree to move into a proper house. With a master bedroom… preferably one with soundproof walls.”

Jacinta smiled when neither woman responded, “Get yourselves at least halfway decent. Paula will be in soon.”

The two women stared, open-mouthed, as the older woman breezed out of the room.

“Do you think she heard us?” Fiona whispered.

“I don’t care if the whole city heard us,” Marlo wiggled her eyebrows, “We were making up a LOT of lost time.”

Fiona beamed with happiness, and pulled up the covers around herself and Marlo moments before

Paula came in with the breakfast tray.

“Good morning, ma’am… Dr. Wright,” Paula said, “I’ll come back for these later. Ring if you need anything.”

“Thanks Paula,” Fiona said, trying to muster as much dignity as she could. Paula nodded and headed out of the room, but not before she blurted out, “I’m so happy for you both!”

The moment the door closed, Fiona immediately laid a kiss on Marlo’s lips. Marlo turned towards Fiona and burrowed into her arms. Fiona sighed contentedly as Marlo’s flesh on hers sent off a spark of arousal. This had occurred several times throughout the night: Marlo or Fiona would wake, and arms and hands would snake through the sheets with erotic intent, each of them hungry to find new ways of pleasuring the other.

“I could get used to this…” Fiona murmured.

“What? Breakfast in bed?” Marlo inquired sarcastically.

“No, silly. Having you for breakfast…” Fiona purred.

“Everyday?” Marlo’s heart was exploding.

“Every. Day.” Fiona said, punctuating every syllable with a kiss.