Page 77 of Echoes

“Can you…” Rachel looked down at her jeans.

“Yeah,” Violet said, guessing what she wanted.

She undid Rachel’s button and zipper, shifting just a little because she wanted to keep Rachel’s hand where it was but also wanted what she thought Rachel was about to ask her for.

“Can you do the same thing to me?”

Violet placed her palm on Rachel’s stomach, keeping it there for a moment because she could do that now, touch Rachel’s skin, and then she moved slowly until she flipped her hand around and pushed gently down into Rachel’s underwear. Violet cupped her at first, giving them both a second to adjust, before she met Rachel’s eyes, pushed her index finger down into her folds, and gasped. Violet actually gasped. Rachel was soaked.

“Me too,” Rachel told her. “Can you please touch me now? I need you.”

“Yes. But not like this,” Violet replied. “Not for our first time. I need your clothes off.”

When Rachel nodded again, Violet reluctantly pulled her hand out of Rachel’s underwear. She wanted to lick her fingers, but she had something in mind that would allow her to taste Rachel soon enough, so she didn’t and waited for Rachel to remove her hand, which seemed to have taken another minute. Violet didn’t mind. She let Rachel cup her, explore, and even give a tentative stroke that already had Violet silently praying for an orgasm.

After Rachel removed her hand, Violet moved off of her and made quick work of Rachel’s jeans while Rachel moved just as fast with her own bra. Then, Violet got her hands on Rachel’s panties, but she had to pause because Rachel’s breasts were exposed to her now, and she ached to touch them.

“Violet?”

“Yeah, sorry,” she said and pulled down on the bikinis until they were off entirely.

“Yours too,” Rachel requested immediately.

Violet didn’t even get a second to stare at her fully naked, butshe complied and moved on top of Rachel, pressing their bodies together like that for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” Violet told her. “I just…” She pressed her forehead to Rachel’s. “I will give you anything, anything you want. And I don’t just mean right now, but anything that I can give you in the world, I will.”

Rachel smiled up at her and said, “Can you touch me? That’s what I want now.” Her hand moved to Violet’s cheek.

“Yes, I can definitely do that.”

Violet kissed her softly, and Rachel let out a little whimper when Violet shifted to put her thigh against Rachel’s center, leaving her own over Rachel’s. She rocked down into her, and they continued to kiss until Rachel pulled away, seemingly needing to catch her breath, so Violet moved her lips to Rachel’s neck.

“I can feel you,” Rachel noted.

“I can feel you, too,” Violet whispered into her ear. “I love how wet you get. Is that all for me?”

Rachel nodded so fast; Violet thought her head might pop off, which had her biting her lip to keep from laughing. She couldn’t believe that the woman she’d first officially met at the elevators that day, who had seemed so cold, confident, and not at all like the real Rachel she’d come to know and love, was shaking her head so fast because she wanted Violet that much, but here they were. And soon, Violet moved her mouth down to Rachel’s breast. She licked around it before she moved to the nipple and swirled her tongue around it. When Rachel’s hips lifted in time with her own that were continuing to press down into her, Violet moved her hand to Rachel’s thigh.

“Are you ready?” she checked.

“Yes. Please.”

Violet slid her hand over and lifted her own thigh in order to slip her fingers into Rachel’s folds, where she slowly began stroking Rachel’s clit.

“Oh, God. That feels so good.”

“It gets better,” Violet said against Rachel’s breast.

“I’m… I’m already so…”

“Hold on, baby,” she requested. “Please.”

“I don’t know that I can.”

Violet looked up at her and noticed the flush creeping up Rachel’s neck and moving to her cheeks. She was perfect, and Violet didn’t want to make her wait anymore. She lowered her fingers toRachel’s entrance, waited a second, and pushed one finger inside when Rachel didn’t protest. She watched Rachel’s expression to make sure she wasn’t hurting her, pulled out, and watched Rachel’s face fall a bit before she pushed back in gently with two fingers, stretching Rachel just a bit. Rachel’s mouth opened wider.

“Violet…” she let out. “Yes.”