Seasons of Love: A Lesbian Romance Novel by Bliss Harper

Author:Bliss, Harper [Bliss, Harper]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Ladylit Publishing
Published: 2016-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When I wake up the next morning the first thing I see is my own reflection in one of Joy’s mirrors. The woman I see is me, undoubtedly so, but something has changed. She’s in love, I think. This is me completely infatuated with someone twenty-two years younger than me.

I turn to look at Joy, and my shifting in the bed must have woken her, because she opens her eyes and, instantly, a smile transforms her sleepy face into one of wonder and pleasure and, I guess, love.

“Why so many mirrors?” I ask, my hand finding hers under the sheet.

“Trust me, Alice,” Joy says, her voice still croaky from just waking up, “it’s only a matter of time before you fully understand.”

“What does that mean—” I ask, but Joy has shuffled towards me and kisses me on the mouth.

“Good morning, Cougar,” she whispers in between kisses. “You made me miss dinner last night and I’m positively starving.”

“Do you have anything in your fridge that can serve as breakfast?”

“No.” Joy hoists herself on top of me, reviving images of last night. “But I have you.” She slinks her body down mine, her hard nipples drawing a straight line down my belly, then my legs.

Is she really going to do what I think she’s going to do? After all we did last night? Is her hunger for me really so great?

Joy throws the sheets off us, and the air against my skin makes me break out in goosebumps. She kisses the line of skin above my pubic hair, then makes her way down, and I wonder if there’s a limit to this. If there’s such a thing as a given number of climaxes in twenty-four hours that the human body can’t exceed without consequences. But then Joy pushes my legs apart, and I draw up my knees, and her breath is on my sex—I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the word pussy—and then her tongue touches me, and then I’m lost. When I thrash my head to the left in pleasure, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My first instinct is to look away, to not want to see myself like that, but the reflection is strangely compelling and, I must admit, arousing. Joy’s tongue slips in and out of me, and flicks along my clitoris, along my pulsing lips and I keep staring at myself in the mirror. At the transformation on my face, the bewilderment in my eyes, at how my body meets her movements with its own, accommodates her.

As Joy brings me closer, my eyes narrow, but I don’t close them because, by now, I want to see. I want to see what she sees when I come. I want to know the secret. And what I see is a woman who is writhing and groaning at an ever-increasing pace, and whose face contorts as if in agony, while actually she’s in the midst of, she has recently learned, one of life’s greatest pleasures.

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