Page 127 of Semantics

“No.”

“Then, why aren’t you coming with us to celebrate?”

“I didn’t know I was invited. I wasn’t last time.”

“We weren’t dating then. So, can you come? I want you there. I’m going to demand that we go to the bar and not that club.”

“I’m more of a bar girl myself, so that’s perfect.”

“And you can stay at my place tonight,” Violet told her. “We can watch BSG in my room, all snuggled up in bed, if you want.”

“Can you be naked then, too?” Stella asked before she began massaging Violet’s breasts.

“That can be arranged,” Violet replied.

“Can it be arranged that I give you an orgasm before you have to leave?”

“I don’t have to leave yet.”

“You don’t?”

“I told my friends that they were on their own this morning. Can you work from home today?”

“I have to send an email to an implementation team and do a meeting, but some of them are remote anyway, so I can do that from home. Now, it’s only seven, so I don’t have to do any of that yet,” she said and slipped one of her hands down between Violet’s legs.

“In that case, after we make each other come out here, we can do it again in the shower before I head home to let you work. Slow, baby,” Violet said of the strokes Stella was making against her clit.

Stella slowed down and asked, “Can I wash your hair this time?”

“You can do whatever you want if you work me up before you let me come.”

“You’re going to have my shampoo in your hair, and when I see you later tonight, I’ll have my arms around you, and I’ll be able to breathe you in and smell it on you.”

“That’s important to you?” Violet asked, her breathing a little more erratic now.

“I like the idea of you smelling like me and wearing my clothes, yes,” she replied and bit down on Violet’s shoulder. “And marking you.”

“You can, you know?”

“I can?”

“Yes,” Violet said.

“What about work? They might see it.”

“I don’t care. Just…”

Violet’s head went back against Stella’s neck, and Stella looked down and watched her hand as she worked her fingers against Violet’s clit. She wanted to go inside her, but the angle wasn’t great, so she’d save that for later. She stroked Violet slowly and sucked on her neck while her free hand twisted at Violet’s nipple.

“Are you ready?” she asked after several minutes.

“Yes,” Violet replied.

Stella stroked faster, licked the spot she’d just sucked on, twisted that nipple a little bit harder, earning a groan, and soon, Violet was coming against her hand as her hips rose and fell against it. Her breathing erratic until it finally wasn’t, Violet came down and practically crashed back against Stella’s body.

“God, that is the best way to start the day.”

“Feel free to ask for that any morning you want it.”