Page 72 of Hotshot
“I know we only had sex for two days, but it’s been longer than that, hasn’t it?”
“The months of build-up?” Ella didn’t wait for an answer, instead crushing her lips to Sloane’s, the hesitation of before now vanished in an instant. She pressed Sloane into the tiles, then took her hand, leaving her lips by her ear. “Come with me,” she whispered huskily.
Ella grabbed their towels and led Sloane into the steam room, currently not in operation. They’d have to provide their own steam. She didn’t think it would be a problem.
“I’m desperate to feel you.” She led her to the edge of the seating and spread a towel. “Put your left leg up on the bench, lean against the wall and hook your arm around my neck.”
Sloane raised an eyebrow. “So bossy.”
Ella felt those words everywhere. “You complaining, Hotshot?”
Sloane shook her head.
“If you’re wondering, having your foot up protects your ankle.” Ella paused, pressing her naked body into Sloane, giving the contact they both craved. She put her lips next to Sloane’s ear once more. “It also gives me delicious access to your pussy.”
Sloane closed her eyes with a glorious moan.
Ella took that as her cue and dipped a finger inside Sloane. She gave an audible gasp at the arousal she found there. “You really did miss me.”
“I wasn’t lying,” Sloane whispered, before taking Ella’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulling it, hard. Then Sloane slipped her tongue inside Ella’s mouth, and pressed a sultry, sweet shot of a kiss to her lips, one that ticked every box in Ella’s body.
“Damn it, you feel so good.” Ella pulled back, panting, and slipped in another finger.
Now it was Sloane’s turn to groan.
“I wasn’t going to fuck you here.” Ella teased her fingers out and then back in, a slow drawl of an action she knew would drive Sloane wild. “But I can’t keep my hands off you.” She repeated her slow thrust, and Sloane’s head fell to one side.
“I know the feeling.” Sloane reached out a hand, cupped Ella’s naked bum cheeks and pulled her closer.
The action drove Ella deeper into her. A rush of lust made Ella stumble forward, the epicentre throbbing between her trembling thighs. She loved fucking this woman. She loved being naked with this woman. If Sloane was in any doubt about that, Ella was going to prove it to her right this minute.
Sloane’s kisses deepened as Ella carried on her intense sexual ambush. Her fingers slid to just where Sloane needed them, deep inside and then over her rock-hard clit. When Ella’s circles started to gain speed, Sloane spread her legs, her desperate moans vibrating through Ella.
“Can you come standing up?”
Sloane opened her eyes and gave her a languid smile. “Not before I met you. But it turns out, I have hidden talents.”
At that, Ella moved in for the kill, taking in every second as a flare of red spread across Sloane’s chest, before her fingertips gripped her, as well as her insides, and she came undone with a guttural moan. Ella made sure she’d given everything before easing out of Sloane, then gripping her with both arms. She kissed her ear lobe, her neck, her cheek, then finally her lips.
Sloane gave her a lazy smile as she grimaced. “Every muscle I own has locked up right now.”
Ella grinned. “Put your other arm around my neck.”
Sloane lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m stronger than I look. Do it, please.”
She did, then Ella lifted her with a firm kiss to her lips. “Let me carry you back to your changing room, madam.”
Sloane threw back her head and laughed as Ella did just that. “You are just full of surprises.”
Ella started to walk. “You might have to open the door, though.”
When they made it back to their abandoned clothes, Ella was relieved to see they were alone. If they’d come back out to an audience, that would have been awkward.
Sloane sat on the bench, then exhaled a deep breath.
Ella got dressed, then put her lips level with Sloane and kissed her. “You’re too sexy and adorable, and you’re going to make me late for my client who’s booked in for 5pm.” She checked her watch. One hour’s time.