At Your Most Beautiful by Harper Bliss (book recommendations based on other books .TXT) 📕

wanted Quinn. She let one hand drift down again, her finger finding Quinn’s mysterious tattoo, and drawing a line along it.

Quinn’s hands descended to Maya’s shoulders, her fingertips digging into Maya’s flesh, as she slowly walked them toward the bed.

Maya flicked her tongue one last time along Quinn’s nipple before letting go and pulling her own dress over her head. Maya took off her own bra before Quinn had the chance to do so. And then she was taken aback by a moment of timidity. Of course her breasts didn’t look like Quinn’s. That was, perhaps, a disadvantage of going to bed with another woman—comparing. But Maya knew better than to compare herself to a woman twenty years her junior. It was an exercise in futility that would only take away from her enjoyment. And Quinn had come on to her—had called her beautiful and exquisite and gorgeous. If Quinn liked older women so much, she must be well acquainted with the increased effects of gravity on their bodies.

Quinn put her hand on the arm that was covering Maya’s breasts. She ran two fingers over Maya’s skin. “I want to see you,” she said. “All of you.”

Just hearing those simple words was enough for Maya. She let her arm fall away and subjected herself to Quinn’s soft gaze, her lips drawn into a small smile of delight, at least that’s what Maya made of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Quinn said, again, and laid her hands on Maya’s breasts. She cupped them gently while she kissed Maya again, her lips and tongue reassuring Maya that every word she had just said could be nothing but the truth.

They fell onto the bed and then Maya experienced the delight of feeling Quinn’s body draped all over hers. Quinn’s knee between her legs. Quinn’s naked breasts against her own. Quinn’s lips traveling from her mouth to her neck, and then deliciously making their way to her breasts.

When Quinn closed her lips around Maya’s nipple, a zap of electricity sparked between her legs. Everything about Quinn was so surprisingly soft. Maya had expected Quinn’s young muscles to have a certain hardness to them when Quinn lay on top of her like this, but they didn’t. It was all exquisite softness and enticing tenderness. Quinn sucked Maya’s nipple deep into her mouth—and there was nothing soft about that action.

Maya looked down along her body, and saw Quinn gazing back at her, her eyes blazing with lust. All this desire on display, Maya thought, for her. She didn’t stop to think how it was possible. She was far too busy enjoying the effect of Quinn’s tongue on her nipple. It swirled and swept and licked Maya into a state of heavenly arousal that gripped her entire body. All Maya wanted was more of Quinn. More of Quinn’s lips all over her, more of her hands, one of which slid along the side of Maya’s other breast.

That was the other huge advantage of landing in bed with someone like Quinn. There was nothing else to consider but the here and now. Maya couldn’t possibly allow her mind to drift further into the future because that would mean considering the consequences of her actions. The only consequence she was after was to have her acute desire quenched. To have her body suffused with post-orgasmic bliss. To be touched brazenly and deftly by someone who, very simply—no matter the reason—wanted her so much, she clearly didn’t care about the consequences either. Together, it seemed, she and Quinn would ignore the hell out of the ramifications of what they were doing. They didn’t exist yet and, as far as Maya was concerned, they never would. This would be the very definition of one night only. Anything else was impossible. Maya had to squeeze out every last drop of pleasure from the short time they had together. She had not another minute to spare for further qualms, for anything that would hinder her pleasure.

Quinn freed Maya’s nipple from her lips and, her gaze still firmly locked on Maya’s, blew some air over Maya’s rock-hard nipple, the sensation making it even harder.

Quinn cupped Maya’s breast firmly in her hand and then focused her attention on Maya’s other nipple. Just her gaze on it made something twitch inside Maya again—pure, unbridled lust. A sensation that might as well be new to her, so long had it been since she’d felt anything even close to this.

Between her legs, her lips pulsed wildly against her panties. Maya wanted nothing more than to rip them off and tell Quinn she was ready—that she was hers for the taking. That was what it felt like when Quinn lay on top of her like that. When she sucked Maya’s nipple deep into her mouth. She hadn’t come here—talked her way into Maya’s bedroom with all her youthful bravado and effortless charm—to gingerly show her what it could be like to sleep with a woman. Quinn had come here to ravage Maya. And this was only foreplay—something, Maya knew from her own experience, most men didn’t bother with too much.

Quinn cupped Maya’s breasts in her hands while she adjusted her position and slid between her legs. She kissed a wet circle around Maya’s belly button while she swept her thumbs over Maya’s nipples.

The closer Quinn’s lips came to her panties, the more Maya lost control of her body. The fire in her belly, the heat in her core, the goose bumps on her skin. The way her mind had been taken over by desire only—no room left for anything else. She wanted Quinn so badly, so feverishly. She dug her heels into the sheets because all she could do was wait.

Quinn kissed Maya above the line of her panties—the same place Maya had caressed earlier on Quinn’s belly. Quinn’s hands drifted down. She placed one on Maya’s belly, while she traced her fingertips down Maya’s inner thigh. They danced along her skin, light as a feather, before Quinn drew a path