Page 50 of Semantics

“No, in case they come home. They never just burst in, but I wouldn’t put it past Arlowe.”

“To walk in on us having sex?” Stella asked.

“I don’t know. I–”

“I don’t care,” Stella told her, taking Violet’s purse and tossing it to the floor before she pressed her against the door. “Your roommates aren’t here now, are they?”

“No,” Violet whispered.

“Then, we can be as loud as we want until they get back.” Stella slipped her hand under Violet’s skirt and asked, “Did you wear this just for me?”

“Yes,” she confessed.

“When you put it on, you had something in mind for me to do to you. What was it?”

“It wasn’t just one thing,” she revealed. “It was several.”

“What do you want first?”

“Your mouth.”

Stella kissed her hard in response, pressing Violet more firmly against the door.

“Not what I meant,” Violet said when Stella moved her lips to her jaw after a few minutes.

“I know what you meant.” Stella moved her hand to cup her center. “I want these off.”

“Tear them off.”

“Fuck, Vi. Is this a thong? You own a thong? Is it lace?”

“Yes, to all of those questions.”

“Keep it on.” Stella knelt in front of her and lifted the skirt. “Jesus, this is sexy.”

And before Violet knew it, Stella was spreading her and licking her through the fabric.

“Oh, God…”

Violet spread her legs wider for her.

“Yes, God is right.”

Stella licked her a few more times before she pushed the thin material aside and sucked. Violet looked down and could only see the shape of Stella’s head bobbing under her skirt, and it turned her on even more, not being able to see what Stella was doing. She put her hand on the back of Stella’s head and let her take her close to the edge. When Stella stopped, Violet went to protest, but Stella only paused to pull the underwear down and off her.

“Leg,” Stella ordered.

Violet lifted her leg, and Stella placed it over her own shoulder before she moved back in to suck Violet’s clit into her mouth. Seconds later, Violet was rocking her hips against Stella’s face, coming hard.

“You said there were several things you wanted,” Stella said without moving to stand up before Violet even started coming down.

“Fingers,” Violet said. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

Stella did stand up then. She kissed Violet and moved her hand between her legs, gathering the waiting wetness before she moved two fingers inside her and pressed her thumb to Violet’s still-sensitive clit.

“How do you want it?”

“Hard,” she replied.