“I admire the softness of women’s skin greatly, and their backs in particular. Yours, in that stunning gown in Véronique’s dressing room, very nearly got me into a great deal of trouble. I found myself in the shocking position of fighting my instincts to bend you over that make-up table and have my way with you right there. I would have enjoyed watching your eyes in the mirror as I made you mine. All while you wore the most exquisite dress I have ever seen in my life.”
Maddie’s throat went dry. Heat flooded her at the thought of that fantasy. A tug brought the dress down past her hips and to the carpeted floor. She stepped out of it.
“Of course, I can still do that to you,” Elena said, voice soft and suggestive. “Can’t I?”
“Ohh.” Maddie whimpered. “Yes.”
Elena’s hands returned to her back, ghosting across her skin. “You can see it, can’t you?” She playfully plucked at and then undid Maddie’s bra. It fell to the floor. “My eyes on yours, the who’s who of world fashion just outside. And when I lifted the white hem on that stunning gown, pushing it up past your hips, what would I find? Hmm? What undergarments were you wearing that night? Or were you bare?”
“Oh, I…th-thong. Lace thong.”
“Mmm. Yes, I’d have enjoyed plucking that from you. Slipping it down your firm thighs. And doing much more.”
Maddie gasped.
“You like that idea.” Elena’s gaze burned. “I do too. I think of it, quite a lot.”
Elena’s lips pressed into Maddie’s shoulder, then the warm wetness of her tongue swept along it. She lifted her head, and her direct gaze examined Maddie’s aching, erect nipples and the spreading flush across her chest. Her fingers curled around Maddie’s rib cage and plucked at her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent warmth between her legs.
“Your breasts are so distracting,” Elena said. “Beautiful. But now I wish to stay focused. Where were we?”
They watched in the mirror, as Elena slid her hands to Maddie’s waist while she nipped and kissed Maddie’s shoulder. Her fingers slid into the top of Maddie’s black panties and eased them down, baring Maddie’s patch of dark curls. A telltale glistening on them caused Elena to smile.
“Oh yes,” she breathed as Maddie reddened. “Very good. And what would I see in your eyes when I touched you, Madeleine? What would my fingers feel as they pushed inside you?”
Maddie groaned, as Elena’s hand slid down her stomach to brush across her wet curls. She trembled. “Please,” she whispered.
“Are you remembering how it felt that night when I couldn’t have you, but oh how I wanted you? Did you want me too? Did you want me to push past your lace thong and touch you then, just as I am now? I would have slipped my fingers inside you. Watching you as I did it. Did you want that?”
“Yes,” Maddie said. Her back arched into Elena’s. “God yes, I did. I do.”
Elena’s fingers pressed down, against her swollen clit, causing it to pulse. “I knew that,” she said against her ear. “That night, I felt your arousal as well as my own. Your face doesn’t hide your secrets. I wanted you very much.”
She rubbed her harder, causing Maddie to moan. Elena’s fingers curled forward, sliding through heat and slippery folds, and entered her.
Maddie leaned forward, and her hands, now flat against the dresser, became slick. She gasped at the sensation between her legs and the flash of ecstasy across Elena’s face.
Elena’s lips parted, her eyes fierce and full of desire. Another groan reverberated, low, dirty, and raw, and it was Elena’s.
“God,” Elena said, her breathing harsh, “you’re even hotter than I imagined.”
She was rocking against Maddie, her fingers a blur as she worked them in and out, urging Maddie on. Her other hand slid up to Maddie’s breast where it pinched and rolled her nipples.
Maddie was hypnotised by those eyes in the glass—burning, excited, and dark—and her control wavered. Slick noises filled the room, and her wetness gleamed on Elena’s dancing fingers.
“So close.” Maddie squeezed her eyes shut. God. It was exquisite.
“I know. I can feel you. You’re almost pulsing. Look at me when you come. I want to see. Show me.”
Maddie opened her eyes and locked on to Elena’s naked gaze. The raw hunger she found in her eyes made Maddie crash over the edge. Her back arched, her centre clenched, and hot flares arced from her. Her hands trembled against the wood she leaned on.
“Oh, Madeleine, so beautiful.” The words purred against her neck, as Elena withdrew her fingers and scribbled the wetness all across her stomach. She lifted them to her lips and tasted them. She smiled.
Maddie swallowed, her throat dry. She turned and kissed Elena. It was messy and hot and so damned arousing. Maddie kissed her like a woman deserved to be kissed. With every hint of passion she felt. With all the love she possessed.
She took a step back and slid her hands inside Elena’s green bodice, lifting out her creamy breasts, and then studied her with satisfaction. “You’re breathtaking.”
Maddie’s mouth closed over an aroused, deep-red nipple, her tongue sliding across it. Elena pressed herself into her more.
When Maddie finally pulled away, she whispered to Elena, “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
“Is that all you wanted to do to me?”
Elena’s cocky smirk was back, and Maddie’s heart lurched at the suggestiveness.
“No. Take off your dress. I want to see the rest of you.”
Elena reached for a hidden zipper at her side, unzipped the dress, and lowered it to the ground. She stood before Maddie in nothing but a thin, white thong and thigh-high stockings. The thong was darker between her legs, revealing her arousal. Elena put her hands on her hips as if to say, Well?
Maddie’s heart hammered at the intoxicating sight of Elena Bartell virtually naked. “Sit.” She pointed to the dressing table.
Elena did as she was requested, leaning back on her hands, pushing her breasts out.
Maddie parted Elena’s knees and lowered herself to the floor. She nudged aside Elena’s thong and took in the sight of slick lips.
“You want me.” Maddie’s words were an incredulous whisper. She blew across her skin and marvelled at the tremble in response.
Elena widened her legs and arched back. “I want you.”
