All I Want is You - Part 11
Title: All I Want is You - Part 11
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 861 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - sexual references and almost sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
As promised, Lindsay manages to unzip the dress and slide it off in one swift movement. Samantha looks at her, stunned, and amazed that the dress is still in one piece given how quickly it came away from her.
“Costume changes are my specialty. But I like taking them off you better.” The girl winks and guides Samantha back into the bedroom. She pushes her against the many dresses in her closet.
She wiggles out of her own dress and drapes it messily from a hanger. She leans her bare stomach against Samantha’s and can feel their simultaneous breaths; as Samantha’s breathes out, Lindsay breathes in.
“So that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lindsay asks, pressing her palms flat and firmly against the small of Samantha’s back.
Samantha shakes her head and leans into the girl’s neck, kissing along her jaw and behind her ear. “You were right - it didn’t kill me.” The woman reaches her arms up to Lindsay’s shoulders, splays her hands across the girl’s back and unclasps her bra. It falls into the pile of dresses on the floor. Samantha wonders how many of them Lindsay owns that she’s never worn - she makes a mental note to see the girl in each and every one of them.
“I told you that you would look beautiful,” Lindsay says, pushing the woman against the wall behind her. They are surrounded on all sides by silky material, cottony material, and velvety material; Samantha loves the way it all feels against her skin.
Lindsay pushes Samantha’s underwear past her hips and lets them fall to her feet. The woman tries to kick them off and stumbles on a slippery dress beneath her. She loses her balance and pulls Lindsay with her and into the soft pile of clothing beneath them.
“Let’s go shopping,” Lindsay says, wiggling quickly out of her own underwear.
Samantha laughs, kissing the girl’s collarbone and up her neck. “Right now?”
Lindsay laughs also, laying her head back. She utters a satisfied groan as Samantha’s knee rubs against her inner thigh in transition as they sit up. “Tomorrow morning. We’ll find you something to wear to my agency formal.”
Samantha presses her hands down the girl’s behind and grabs onto the back of her thighs, forcing her legs apart and lifts her onto her own lap. “Oh?” the woman asks casually, kissing Lindsay with parted lips.
“Mhmmm,” Lindsay mumbles while her lips are captive. “It’s a couples event.” She kisses Samantha again and drapes her arms around the woman’s neck.
Samantha grins to herself, sucking gently on the girl’s bottom lip. “Are we a couple, then?”
Lindsay pulls away, her cheeks red. Her embarrassment is transparent; she is uncertain what to say. “I thought maybe we could be. I mean, we don’t have to be but I just thought. Well, I thought…”
Samantha wraps her arms around the girl’s waist and pulls her closely against her and kisses her hard. “You thought right, boo.”
Lindsay blushes brighter now. She sets her hands on Samantha’s shoulders and pushes her onto her back. Pressing her chest against the woman’s torso, she kisses her shoulders and across her collarbone, down her chest and to the top of her stomach. “So you’ll dress up for me, then?”
Samantha grins and grabs the girl’s cheeks between her hands. “Sure. But no dresses in public - not yet, anyway.” Lindsay smiles and nods in agreement.
Lindsay’s hand slides down Samantha’s leg to her ankle. It ventures back up slowly, drawing circles on the woman’s soft skin. She stops at a kneecap and bends the woman’s leg; she wiggles herself into the void between the woman’s thin but strong legs.
“Will you stay here tonight?” she asks Samantha, her fingers teasing back and forth between the skin of the woman’s thigh and the warmth between her legs. Samantha gasps each time her fingers move, an unbelievable sensation overcoming her entire body. She’s been with others since Lindsay but it doesn’t take long for her to remember what was so explosive between them in the past.
“Isn’t that moving a little fast? Maybe we should set some ground rules or something..” Samantha says hesitantly, bracing herself for the return of those magical digits. She doesn’t want to set ground rules - she hates rules, especially in relationships. But more than anything, she wants to make absolutely sure she doesn’t lose the girl again. She’ll do whatever it takes.
Lindsay presses her flat palm between Samantha’s legs, the knuckle of her thumb toying with the woman’s clit as she teases a few fingers inside. The girl grins at her knowingly - she knows the girl feels the same way she does. “Babe, I think we’re past boundaries and rules by now. But you’re welcome to leave now if that’s what you really want.”
Samantha holds her breath as Lindsay’s impossibly long and thin fingers press against her insides. Her legs tremble, her leg muscles clench and she lifts her hips off the ground and against the girl’s palm as it thrusts. She speaks in a whisper, her words barely audible beneath moans. “I’m not going anywhere. All I want is you.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 861 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - sexual references and almost sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
As promised, Lindsay manages to unzip the dress and slide it off in one swift movement. Samantha looks at her, stunned, and amazed that the dress is still in one piece given how quickly it came away from her.
“Costume changes are my specialty. But I like taking them off you better.” The girl winks and guides Samantha back into the bedroom. She pushes her against the many dresses in her closet.
She wiggles out of her own dress and drapes it messily from a hanger. She leans her bare stomach against Samantha’s and can feel their simultaneous breaths; as Samantha’s breathes out, Lindsay breathes in.
“So that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lindsay asks, pressing her palms flat and firmly against the small of Samantha’s back.
Samantha shakes her head and leans into the girl’s neck, kissing along her jaw and behind her ear. “You were right - it didn’t kill me.” The woman reaches her arms up to Lindsay’s shoulders, splays her hands across the girl’s back and unclasps her bra. It falls into the pile of dresses on the floor. Samantha wonders how many of them Lindsay owns that she’s never worn - she makes a mental note to see the girl in each and every one of them.
“I told you that you would look beautiful,” Lindsay says, pushing the woman against the wall behind her. They are surrounded on all sides by silky material, cottony material, and velvety material; Samantha loves the way it all feels against her skin.
Lindsay pushes Samantha’s underwear past her hips and lets them fall to her feet. The woman tries to kick them off and stumbles on a slippery dress beneath her. She loses her balance and pulls Lindsay with her and into the soft pile of clothing beneath them.
“Let’s go shopping,” Lindsay says, wiggling quickly out of her own underwear.
Samantha laughs, kissing the girl’s collarbone and up her neck. “Right now?”
Lindsay laughs also, laying her head back. She utters a satisfied groan as Samantha’s knee rubs against her inner thigh in transition as they sit up. “Tomorrow morning. We’ll find you something to wear to my agency formal.”
Samantha presses her hands down the girl’s behind and grabs onto the back of her thighs, forcing her legs apart and lifts her onto her own lap. “Oh?” the woman asks casually, kissing Lindsay with parted lips.
“Mhmmm,” Lindsay mumbles while her lips are captive. “It’s a couples event.” She kisses Samantha again and drapes her arms around the woman’s neck.
Samantha grins to herself, sucking gently on the girl’s bottom lip. “Are we a couple, then?”
Lindsay pulls away, her cheeks red. Her embarrassment is transparent; she is uncertain what to say. “I thought maybe we could be. I mean, we don’t have to be but I just thought. Well, I thought…”
Samantha wraps her arms around the girl’s waist and pulls her closely against her and kisses her hard. “You thought right, boo.”
Lindsay blushes brighter now. She sets her hands on Samantha’s shoulders and pushes her onto her back. Pressing her chest against the woman’s torso, she kisses her shoulders and across her collarbone, down her chest and to the top of her stomach. “So you’ll dress up for me, then?”
Samantha grins and grabs the girl’s cheeks between her hands. “Sure. But no dresses in public - not yet, anyway.” Lindsay smiles and nods in agreement.
Lindsay’s hand slides down Samantha’s leg to her ankle. It ventures back up slowly, drawing circles on the woman’s soft skin. She stops at a kneecap and bends the woman’s leg; she wiggles herself into the void between the woman’s thin but strong legs.
“Will you stay here tonight?” she asks Samantha, her fingers teasing back and forth between the skin of the woman’s thigh and the warmth between her legs. Samantha gasps each time her fingers move, an unbelievable sensation overcoming her entire body. She’s been with others since Lindsay but it doesn’t take long for her to remember what was so explosive between them in the past.
“Isn’t that moving a little fast? Maybe we should set some ground rules or something..” Samantha says hesitantly, bracing herself for the return of those magical digits. She doesn’t want to set ground rules - she hates rules, especially in relationships. But more than anything, she wants to make absolutely sure she doesn’t lose the girl again. She’ll do whatever it takes.
Lindsay presses her flat palm between Samantha’s legs, the knuckle of her thumb toying with the woman’s clit as she teases a few fingers inside. The girl grins at her knowingly - she knows the girl feels the same way she does. “Babe, I think we’re past boundaries and rules by now. But you’re welcome to leave now if that’s what you really want.”
Samantha holds her breath as Lindsay’s impossibly long and thin fingers press against her insides. Her legs tremble, her leg muscles clench and she lifts her hips off the ground and against the girl’s palm as it thrusts. She speaks in a whisper, her words barely audible beneath moans. “I’m not going anywhere. All I want is you.”