Blurb:
Leticia
and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special
day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one
more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony
itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that
neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that
would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.
As
it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted
anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it's something
that Rosalie has never done either.
The
women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an
intimate bond with each other, one that they've never formed with anyone else.
They've never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each
other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.
Excerpt:
"I'll
call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,"
Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat
lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of
wedding-related details was overwhelming. "Can you call the caterer back,
Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can't get
a straight answer out of them about it."
Her
fiancée smiled indulgently. "Better yet. I'll go in person on my lunch
break, and they won't know what hit them."
"Great."
Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She'd wanted to go to bed
early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely
impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it
was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and
her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night.
"That's got to be enough for now."
Leticia
stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She'd changed into a cute pair of pajamas when
she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her
sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the
clothing away, revealing her lover's curves and smooth brown skin.
Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so
damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give
Rosalie proper attention.
"We
can't quit planning yet," Rosalie said. "We haven't discussed the
most important thing, and it's coming up soon."
Leticia
groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded,
highlighted lists. "We've talked about everything I had listed for the
day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few
days. I don't see what we're—"
"The
wedding night," Rosalie purred. "We haven't discussed that at
all."
There
was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she
had at Rosalie's makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman's
soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten
Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade
of foundation for her skin tone. She'd been forced to come back later, not that
she'd minded.
Now
that she'd figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent.
For all her lover's passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an
adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get
flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes
and focused on her notes again. "We've reserved our hotel room the night
of. We've got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days
after that. Everything appears to be in order."
"The
wedding night," Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia's teasing.
She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an
invitation to take the word "night" and run with it. "The whole
reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time
together. Afterward. In the hotel."
"You
mean to take a good, long nap? I'm sure we'll be tired after dealing with all
the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too." Leticia
couldn't resist continuing the act.
"Not
a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed." Now Rosalie
colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the screen of her
makeup.
Leticia
composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. "Oh, are you
talking about sex?" A giggle threatened to slip through at Rosalie's
incredulous, exasperated expression. "I don't know. I've read tons of
articles about how people get so exhausted from all the things leading up to a
wedding that they don't even really want to have sex by the time the day is
done. We'll have plenty of time for that later in the honeymoon, won't
we?"
"Don't
even really want to have sex," Rosalie repeated slowly, as if the phrase
was a math problem and she couldn't quite work it out. Her forehead wrinkled in
utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia. Realization dawned on Rosalie's
face. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tossed it at her.
They'd both collapsed in giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to
the floor beside Leticia.
Leticia
allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She crawled the
short space to Rosalie's chair and raised one brown foot to her lips. Leticia
did enjoy a little foot worship now and then, but her current mood was far from
reverent. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her mouth over Rosalie's polished big
toe. She licked until Rosalie's breathing changed, confused between laughter
and moaning. Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole
of Rosalie's foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a powerful
raspberry.
Rosalie
squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet, ticklish
vibrations. Rosalie's foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept hold easily. She
had plenty of practice restraining patients, which happened to have fun
applications at home.
Rosalie
writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry, but cut her
eyes up as much as she dared. She didn't want to miss the sight of her lover,
breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage shook, hips rolling as she
struggled to get away, face squeezed tight as if to ward off the unbearable
sensation of being tickled. Effectively, this previewed Rosalie's orgasm. Warm
arousal spread through Leticia's body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this
state, and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.
Rosalie
rained playful blows onto Leticia's head. "Why the hell am I marrying
you?" It took forever for her to get the sentence out, as she had to gasp
each word between shrieking laughs.
Leticia
grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and rolled out of
the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her arms around Rosalie,
who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped one hand down to tickle between
her ribs, rewarded by another delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest.
"You are evil, I swear."
"I'm
sorry," Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely regretful. She
kissed Rosalie's temples with great tenderness, until her lover relaxed and
stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more soothing words, rubbing Rosalie's
back... then licked the side of her face.
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About the Author:
Annabeth Leong
has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight,
lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda
Literary Award-nominated Lesbian
Cops, Circlet Press's
love-spell anthology Like
Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian
erotica book Whispers
In Darkness, and others.
When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six
states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the
others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people
of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves
shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.
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