Page 34 of Semantics

“Oh, fuck,” Violet let out. “You’re always annoying. You’re a know-it-all, Stella Ross.”

“Yeah, tell me what you think of me.”

She lowered her fingers down to Violet’s entrance and held them there.

“You’re annoying me now. Jesus Christ! Just fuck me, Stella.”

Stella was about to go inside her, but before she could, Violet was shifting. Stella didn’t know why at first until Violet lowered her pants, letting them fall to the floor, and kicked her heels off. When the pants were pushed aside, no longer in the way, Stella looked down at Violet’s body, but she only allowed herself a moment because she needed to be inside her. She pushed into Violet and moved her other hand to the outside of Violet’s thigh, lifting her leg off the floor and holding on to it as she thrust inside her.

“Yes!” Violet said, her head back against the wall again, and Stella saw her mouth open wide and remain that way.

A flush crept up Violet’s skin, and Stella licked along its edge with her tongue, following the pink until it landed at Violet’s cheeks when she moved in for another kiss. She pushed in deeper and deeper and moved faster and harder until Violet’s muscles contracted around her fingers, and Stella pulled out of the kiss to watch Violet’s face and hear her sounds as she came hard against her hand.

“Oh, my God,” Stella said, thinking this was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

Violet Russell was coming at her touch right in front of her, with Stella still holding her leg in the air. She dropped it a moment later and pulled out of her abruptly just as Violet came down most of the way.

“What the–”

“Hold on,” she said and knelt in front of Violet, pulling down on the only remaining article of clothing on her body.

Then, she lifted that same leg again over her shoulder and didn’t hesitate. She licked her hard.

“Oh, yes,” Violet said.

Stella smirked before she licked her again. Violet tasted sweet, which seemed right somehow. Stella loved it in spite of herself and continued to lick her over and over, waiting to see what Violet would do. When she just continued to stand there, hopefully enjoying herself, Stella looked up at her. Violet’s eyes were closed, and she was holding on to her bottom lip with her teeth. The woman was clearly holding back, and while that was sexy, Stella thought it would be even sexier for her to let it all go.

“Vi?”

Violet looked down at her.

“Put me where you want me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do it.”

Violet swallowed. Stella watched it happen and had to swallow herself at the sight of it before she pushed her tongue against Violet’s clit, pressing the tip to it and rolling it around and around until Violet’s eyes darkened and her hand moved to the back of Stella’s head.

“Make me come,” Violet said.

It wasn’t exactly what Stella had been hoping for, but it was enough. She wrapped her lips around Violet’s clit and sucked. She pulled her into her mouth and let her go before she did that over and over again. Violet’s hips began to rock into Stella’s mouth, and Stella groaned so that Violet would know that she liked that. Before she could get a new grip on Violet’s clit, though, her shoulders were pushed back, and she landed on her ass. Violet walked over her a little, and Stella smirked up at her.

“Tell me,” she said.

“Lie down,” Violet ordered.

Stella lay down on her own bedroom floor, not caring about the cold hardwood under her, and Violet put one of her legs on either side of Stella’s shoulders. Then, she lowered herself down over Stella’s face, and it was more than a fantasy come to life. Stella gripped her by the hips and pulled Violet’s clit back into her mouth. Violet rocked against her face, and after a few minutes of Stella’s licks and sucks, Violet’s hands were on the floor in front of her, and she was riding Stella’s face hard. Stella didn’t care. This was what she’d been picturing earlier that day, after Violet had left the coffee shop. She’d wanted her. She’d wanted her badly, and now, she got to have her.

When Violet came, Stella held her in place, not letting her move away and sucking until Violet finally begged her to stop and Violet’s tremors had her shaking over her face. Stella watched it happen before she slid her hand down to her jeans and unbuttoned them. She unzipped them next and slipped her hand inside, coating her fingers in her own wetness. She wanted to keep her hand there. She wanted to stroke herself until she came, and she knew that it wouldn’t take long, but instead, she brought her fingers up and held them out. Violet was still on all fours, with her center hovering over Stella’s face, so Stella reached her arm back and, without being able to see it, she felt it. Violet sucked her fingers into her mouth and let her tongue play with them while she tasted Stella.

“Fuck, Vi. I need you,” she admitted, feeling the hard pulse between her legs and wondering if she’d even be able to hold on for more than a few strokes.

Violet shifted off her, moving to Stella’s side, and she wasted no time. Stella was still fully dressed, but Violet slid her hand into her underwear and rubbed her hard and fast. She moved on top of Stella and kissed her hard, taking back the control that she clearly craved. She flicked and stroked, and Stella spread her legs farther apart to give her better access.

“I want to unwind you, too,” Violet told her before she pushed inside her.

CHAPTER 11

Violet had never been the type to be assertive in her sex life, what little of that she’d had. She’d been fine playing along with whatever her partner had wanted in the past, sometimes finding pleasure and other times, not so much, but something had come over her tonight. First, she’d gone to the bar when everything in her had told her not to go, to stay home, and later, to turn back around. She hadn’t, though. Instead, she’d stared at Stella, trying to win some ridiculous battle with the woman she’d once hated ten years ago, and she’d left the bar feeling like she had accomplished something, knowing that Stella would probably text her and want to know what had brought her there. She’d been trying to come up with an answer just before Stella had yelled her name on that sidewalk.

She couldn’t believe that she’d let Stella kiss her, but a kiss was just a kiss. It was no big deal in the grand scheme of things. When she’d told Stella to unwind her, that was something she never thought she would say, and then, a hand had been on her breast, and she’d wished that they hadn’t been in public. She’d suggested that they go to Stella’s place because there was no way that she could take Stella back to hers, with her three friends probably just now eating dinner either in the living room while watching the latest show they were binging together or in the kitchen before they did that. She couldn’t exactly make out with Stella as they stumbled inside the house with Arlowe, Enya, and Sarai sitting right there on the couches, nor could she explain why she’d brought Stella home at all or what they would be doing in her bedroom, so Stella’s place had been the only option.