mouth full of cookie, kissed her lips. “You can say that again.”
“Best night ever,” Clementine repeated, popped the rest of her cookie, and snuggled up to the sexiest woman she’d ever met.
✥ ✥ ✥
Madison woke to the sound of rain pelting against her window and a wonderful warmth against her side. She was happy. That much she knew, though her brain hadn’t woken enough to fully understand why. She moved toward the warmth, opened her eyes, and then remembered. Clementine. Their wonderful night together. She grinned and stretched her one free arm since Clementine slept on the other one. She softly kissed Clem’s exposed shoulder, careful not to wake her. They’d been up so late, and this was Clementine’s one morning a week to sleep in. Her day off. As she listened to the soothing sound of the rain, Madison watched Clementine sleep. With her blond hair fanned out across the pillow and the sheet tucked beneath her arms, she looked angelic and beautiful. How were her lips so perfect? She remembered kissing them last night, and how it startled her, yet again, how well they fit against hers. She must have fallen back asleep, which was rare for her, always an early riser, because the next thing she remembered was movement against Clementine’s body and then a pair of slate blue eyes looking across the pillow into hers.
“How is it morning already?” Clementine asked in a sleepy voice. She lifted her shoulders to her ears, stretching. “I slept really hard.”
“You have a morning voice,” Madison said with a smile. “I love it.”
“Yeah?” Clementine kissed Madison’s shoulder. “You know what I love? Waking up here, with you. Also? You’re still naked.” She eased the sheet down Madison’s body, leaving her topless and staring up at Clementine who’d propped herself up on her forearm. Oh, she liked morning Clementine a lot. She was smooth. “It’s raining,” Clementine said softly as she traced the outside of Madison’s breast with her finger. Madison took a slow inhale because that did tantalizing things to her. The stirrings low in her body shifted into overdrive.
“I noticed that.”
Clementine pressed her lips against Madison’s neck and then raised her gaze to her mouth. “I’ve always been a sucker for rainy mornings. They feel like a hall pass to be lazy.” She placed a soft kiss on Madison’s lips and returned her focus to her breasts, tracing smaller circles, this time around her nipple. Madison’s stomach tightened, and her breathing went shallow. She changed her position, no longer comfortable. That didn’t help. Not with Clementine touching her so intimately like she had all the time in the damn world. Madison’s eyes fluttered closed when Clementine slowly took the nipple in her mouth and sucked. She saw stars, and the aching between her legs was not something she could easily ignore. Clementine pushed herself into a sitting position and slowly pulled the sheet down, watching as the rest of Madison’s naked body was revealed to her. She ran a hand from Madison’s waist, across the curve of her hip, to her thigh as goose bumps broke out on Madison’s arms, and she raised her hips ever so slightly.
“Okay, I think you more than like the rain. I might like it a whole lot more now, too.”
Clementine offered a small smile. “Confession. It might be a little bit more than the rain that gets me going.”
Madison moaned and swallowed as Clementine trailed her hand down to her inner thigh, trying to hold on to her composure and losing. “Totally allowed.” With a small smile Clementine climbed on top, ground her hips against Madison once, and kissed her way down Madison’s body, taking her sweet damn time, driving Madison insane. The room had gone quiet, with the exception of Madison’s quick breaths and the drops against the window. Every part of her was fully awake and at the mercy of this wonderful torture. Clementine crawled farther down the bed, parted Madison’s legs, and settled fully between them, the anticipation almost enough all on its own. She touched Madison softly with her tongue, and Madison’s hips bucked as pleasure shot through her like a rocket. She heard herself whimper quietly. Holding her legs in place, Clementine settled in and began to do wondrous things with her mouth. Sweet heaven, was that a figure eight? No clue. Her eyes practically crossed as the pressure built steadily and with purpose. What she wouldn’t give to enjoy this longer, but at the same time, she