Page 62 of When Ice Queens Collide
Simone ate the last bite of her soup and drank the rest of her wine, then slipped her hand into Alexandra’s and let her lead her up the stairs. Alexandra’s fingers lingered for a moment against hers, a touch that carried no demand. The bedside lamp cast a warm, soft light across the king-sized bed, the sheets crisp and white, and Alexandra was standing close enough to her that she could smell her subtle perfume that she always wore, something spicy and alluring.
Simone turned to face her, and Alexandra was already watching, her dark eyes steady and unguarded. There were no walls between them anymore. Simone reached out first, her hand finding the curve of Alexandra’s jaw, her thumb brushing the soft skin there. Alexandra leaned into it, her breath warm against Simone’s palm. They stood like that for a beat, and Simone could feel the heat radiating from Alexandra’s bodies and the quiet hum of the house fading into nothing.
Slowly, without words, Alexandra’s hands moved to the buttons of Simone’s blouse, undoing them one by one. Her fingers were deliberate, not rushed, tracing the exposed skin as it came into view—first, the hollow of Simone’s throat, thenthe swell of her breasts beneath the lace bra. Simone felt the air cool against her skin, but Alexandra’s touch warmed it immediately, a gentle press of knuckles along her collarbone. Simone mirrored her, slipping the silk blouse from Alexandra’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Alexandra’s bra was black and unadorned, and Simone unclasped it with care, watching as Alexandra’s breasts were freed, the nipples already tightening in the room’s subtle draft.
They stepped closer, their bodies aligning without urgency. Simone’s hands slide to Alexandra’s waistband, unbuttoning her pants and easing them down, kneeling briefly to help her step out. Alexandra’s skin was smooth, her thighs firm from years of disciplined runs. Simone rose, and Alexandra returned the gesture, her palms gliding over Simone’s hips as she unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her ankles. Now, in just underwear, they paused, their foreheads touching and breaths mingling. Simone noticed the faint freckles across Alexandra’s shoulders, a detail she’d never lingered on before.
Alexandra’s hand cupped the back of Simone’s neck, drawing her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly at first, a brush that deepened as their tongues touched, exploratory rather than demanding. Simone tasted the wine on her, the faint spices of the soup from dinner, and something uniquely Alexandra, warm and inviting. The kiss built slowly, their mouths opening, Simone’s hand tangling in Alexandra’s hair, thick and dark. They moved toward the bed, shedding the last of their clothes without breaking contact. Simone’s panties slid down her legs, Alexandra’s following next, and then they were bare, skin to skin as they tumbled onto the sheets.
Lying side by side, Alexandra’s body pressed against Simone’s, one leg hooking over her hip. Simone felt the length of her, tall and lean, the curve of her ass fitting perfectly into her palm as she squeezed gently. Their breasts brushed, theirnipples hardening against each other, sending a spark straight to Simone’s core. She was already wet, the ache building low in her belly, but there was no rush to satisfy it. Alexandra’s hand roamed Simone’s side, tracing the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip, as if memorizing every inch. Simone did the same, her fingers mapping the soft plane of Alexandra’s stomach and the faint scar from some long-ago surgery just below her navel, a vulnerability she’d never noticed before in their hurried fucks.
The dry humping started naturally, their bodies seeking the friction. Alexandra shifted on top, straddling Simone’s thigh, her pussy slick against the skin there. Simone bucked up gently, her own wetness smearing along Alexandra’s leg as they ground together. The sensation was electric and warm, sliding pressure that made Simone’s clit throb with each roll of her hips. Alexandra’s breath hitched, a soft sound against Simone’s ear, and she captured her mouth again, kissing deeper. Simone’s hands gripped Alexandra’s ass, pulling her closer and feeling the muscles flex as she rode her thigh. Fuck, it felt good, the slow build of heat, no anger fueling it, just this shared want.
Simone flipped them effortlessly, her strength surprising even herself in the tenderness of it. Now Alexandra lay beneath her, her legs parting to welcome Simone between them. She ground down, their pussies pressing together and their clits sliding in a way that drew out a low moan from Alexandra’s throat. Simone watched her face—half-lidded, lips parted, no trace of the composed armor she usually wore. It undid Simone, this openness, the way Alexandra let her see every flicker of pleasure. She rocked harder, the slick sounds of their bodies filling the quiet room, her own arousal coating them both. The pressure built, a coil tightening, but Simone eased off, not wanting it to end just yet. She wanted to draw this out, to show with her body what the words in her chest were forming: I am here, fully, with you.
Leaning down, Simone kissed a path from Alexandra’s mouth to her jaw, then her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point. Alexandra arched, her hands in Simone’s hair, guiding without force. Simone’s lips trailed lower, over the collarbone, to one breast. She took the nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling the hard peak, teeth grazing just enough to make Alexandra gasp. The taste of her skin was clean, slightly salty, and Simone lavished attention on both breasts, alternating, feeling Alexandra’s body respond with subtle tremors. Her hand slid down between them, her fingers finding Alexandra’s clit, rubbing in slow circles. Alexandra was soaked, her pussy lips swollen, and Simone dipped a finger inside, then two, curling them against the front wall. Alexandra’s hips lifted, meeting the thrust. Their eyes locked, and Simone saw trust there, raw and complete.
“Simone,” Alexandra whispered, her name barely audible, like a secret.
The sound of it sent a rush through Simone. She kissed her way down, over the stomach, settling between Alexandra’s thighs. The scent of her arousal was heady and musky, drawing Simone in. She parted Alexandra’s folds with her thumbs, exposing the glistening pink, and leaned in, her tongue flat against her clit. Alexandra’s hands fisted the sheets, a quiet, “Oh!” escaping her. Simone licked steadily, savoring the taste, tangy and intimate, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks. She sucked gently, feeling Alexandra’s thighs tense around her head, then inserted her fingers again, pumping in time with her mouth. Alexandra’s breaths came faster and her hips circled, chasing the pleasure. Simone didn’t let up, attentive to every twitch and every soft sound, her own pussy aching with need, but she ignored it for now.
Alexandra came with a shudder, her body clenching around Simone’s fingers, a rush of wetness coating her hand. She didn’tcry out loudly, just a drawn-out moan, her back arching off the bed. Simone worked her through it, slowing her tongue to gentle laps until Alexandra tugged at her shoulders, pulling her up. Their mouths clashed again, Alexandra tasting herself on Simone’s lips, the kiss turning hungry but still tender.
“Alex,” Simone murmured against her mouth, the nickname slipping out naturally, quiet and intimate, the first time she had dared it. Alexandra’s eyes softened at the sound, her hand cupping Simone’s face.
They shifted, Alexandra guiding Simone onto her back. Now it was her turn, Alexandra’s hands exploring with the same care. She kissed Simone’s breasts, her tongue teasing her nipples until they peaked, and then she trailed down, nipping at Simone’s inner thighs. Simone spread her legs, her pussy exposed and clit throbbing with anticipation. Alexandra’s breath ghosted over her, warm, before her tongue made contact—slow and deliberate licks along the slit, parting her. Simone’s hands went to Alexandra’s hair, holding lightly, as pleasure bloomed inside her.
Fuck, her mouth was perfect as she sucked on her clit, then plunged her tongue inside, lapping her walls. Simone’s hips bucked, the wet sounds erotic in the quiet room.
Alexandra added two fingers, sliding deep and thrusting with a rhythm that matched Simone’s building moans. She curled them, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind Simone’s eyes. The coil tightened fast, her body tensing, and she came hard, her pussy clenching and a gush of arousal soaking Alexandra’s hand. Waves of it rolled through her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Alexandra kissed her way back up, settling beside her, their bodies entwined and slick with each other’s sweat.
But Simone wasn’t done. She turned to her side, pulling Alexandra close, their legs scissoring together again. This time,the dry humping was wetter and more intense, their clits grinding. Simone’s hands reached around, her fingers finding Alexandra’s ass and squeezing the firm cheeks. On impulse, she brought her palm down lightly, a spank that made Alexandra jolt, and then press back for more. Simone did it again, harder this time, the sound crackling in the room and reddening the skin slightly. Alexandra’s eyes met hers, dark with renewed heat. No protest, only desire.
They rolled again, Alexandra on top, and Simone’s fingers slipped between her cheeks, teasing the tight ring there. Alexandra gasped but pushed back, inviting her to continue. Simone circled it gently, then pressed a finger in, shallow at first to feel the heat and the clench. Alexandra rocked against her hand, her pussy grinding on Simone’s thigh while Simone fingered her ass, then switched to her pussy. Alexandra did the same, her fingers plunging into Simone, thumb on her clit, while her other hand explored Simone’s ass, a finger breaching slowly. The dual sensation was overwhelming. She was full and stretched.
Simone felt another orgasm building, faster this time, the intimacy heightening everything. Alexandra was right there with her, their bodies locked and fingers thrusting in unison. They came together, their pussies pulsing and asses clenching around each other’s fingers, a shared release that left them gasping and clinging. Sweat cooled on their skin as they collapsed, their limbs tangled and hearts pounding.
In the afterglow, the room settled back into silence. Alexandra’s head rested on Simone’s chest, her breathing evening out. Simone held her, one hand stroking her back and the other tracing lazy patterns on her arm. The words rose again, stronger now—I love you—pressing against her teeth. Alexandra shifted, pressing a kiss to Simone’s collarbone, and Simone smiled into her hair.
The words hovered, unspoken but imminent, as they lay there in the warm light, their bodies sated. For the first time, Simone wasn’t leaving—not in body or thought—and she was exactly where she wanted to be.
She moved one hand into Alexandra’s hair. Alexandra made a small, contented sound against her chest and turned her face so her cheek lay flat over Simone’s heart.
“Alexandra.”
“Mm?”
“I have something I want to tell you.”
Alexandra was still for a moment. Then she lifted her head and looked at Simone in the lamp’s low light. Her hair was loose around her face, and her eyes were dark and unguarded. Simone realized that Alexandra had been waiting for this moment too.
Simone drew in a breath. “I’ve spent thirty years building a life I could leave in twenty-minutes’ notice. I didn’t understand until this winter that I had been building it because I was afraid of what would happen if I had a reason to stay somewhere. I didn’t understand it until you.”
Alexandra’s eyes didn’t move from hers.
“I love you. I know I said it briefly, but it’s more than that,” Simone said. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not even thinking about going anywhere.”
She exhaled and watched Alexandra process the words. For a long moment, Alexandra did not speak. She lifted one hand and laid it along the side of Simone's face, her thumb moving slowly across Simone's cheekbone and her eyes filled with tears.
