She slid between Ginny’s legs, her hands pushing her thighs apart and Kara lowered her mouth to her, sighing contentedly when her tongue moved through her wetness. Ginny surged up to meet her and Kara buried her face in her, her cheeks coated with her wetness. She felt Ginny’s legs wrap around her shoulders and she took her into her mouth, sucking hard, pushing against her with a desire so strong it shook her to her very core.
"God, Kara," Ginny murmured, stroking her head, pushing her face closer against her. "Yes…"
Ginny’s hips moved against Kara’s face, her thighs opening wider, wanting Kara inside her. Oh Lord, but what this woman did to her. If their lovemaking lasted a lifetime, she would never tire of this. She knew no one could ever make her feel this way.
Kara’s tongue moved over her, then deep inside her. She listened to Ginny’s sharp breathing, felt her hands clutch her face, felt her pleasure. When Ginny’s hips arched and stilled, Kara was not nearly ready for this to end. She brought her fingers to Ginny, joining her mouth and Ginny cried out her name, pressing Kara hard against her and her spasms shook Kara like never before. She took her into her mouth and felt her throb against her tongue, then let herself be pulled from her, to be enfolded in soft arms.
"Dear God, but you drive me crazy when you do that," Ginny said into her ear.
Yes. It nearly drove her crazy to have her mouth there, to feel Ginny pulse against her tongue. But what if? What if there were any number of women out there who could give Ginny as much pleasure? Kara had never thought of herself as an exceptional lover before. But with Ginny, she was different. She wanted to please her. She didn’t care about herself. She wanted Ginny to find the fulfillment that she had never had before.
"Kara?"
"Hmmm?"
"What’s wrong?" Ginny asked gently. "Your eyes… you look sad."
Kara buried her head in Ginny’s neck, smelling the light perfume she had sprayed that morning. "Nothing," she murmured.
Ginny lifted Kara’s head and searched her eyes, trying to read them. What was it? Was it Phil? Was it something else? Was she not satisfied with Ginny? Did she need more?
"Kara, what do you feel when I make love to you?"
"What do you mean?" Kara asked.
"I mean… is it good enough? Do I satisfy you?" she asked softly.
Kara smiled and drew Ginny to her lips. "You are a beautiful lover. The best. Haven’t I told you that?"
Had she told Marsha that, too? Did she tell all her lovers that? Was Ginny just one more in a line of many? She was consumed with jealousy at the thought of other women loving Kara, touching her the way that Ginny did. Had they fallen in love with her, too? Ginny kissed her possessively, knowing she was trying to make Kara forget all her other lovers, all those that had come before her. Could she chase them from her mind?
"What?" Kara asked.
"I haven’t had nearly enough," Ginny said and she pushed Kara back, taking her breast, trying to possess her.
"You haven’t?" Kara asked with a chuckle.
"Not nearly," Ginny murmured against her breast before she moved lower, needing to love Kara with her mouth, needing to show her how much she needed her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
IT WAS NEARLY dawn when she got home, exhausted. They had not slept. She hadn’t wanted to. When Kara had finally fallen asleep, Ginny left her, brushing her cheek lightly with her lips, whispering words of love to her sleeping form.
She had not been able to tell her, of course. She had been afraid of Kara’s response. Kara, who had had many lovers, had probably heard the words many times before. What would her reaction be? Would she be amused?
Ginny showered, hearing Nana in the kitchen and she thought of Nana’s reaction, should she guess that Ginny had fallen in love with a woman. She would be devastated. Nana could never understand.
"When did you finally get home?" Nana asked as she handed a cup of coffee from the espresso machine.
"Late."
"Must have been. You look tired," she said, watching her.
Ginny nodded, sipping from her coffee.
"Phil called," she said.
Ginny let out her breath slowly, wondering what in the world he could have to say. "And?"
"Ginny, I just don’t understand you. The man is heartbroken," Nana said.
"Nana, please," Ginny said, shaking her head.
"Maybe you were hasty, Ginny. Maybe you need to think about this," she said.
"I’ve thought about it for the last nine months, Nana."
"But what will you do? Living out here with me," she said, motioning to the windows. "I won’t be around for ever. Then what? What will you have? No husband, no babies," she said.
Ginny thought Nana was near tears and she went to her and hugged her. "Nana, please don’t worry about me. I know you just want me to be happy. But, right now, this is what I want."
Nana let out a great sigh. "I don’t understand women today," she said. "Kara, for instance. Thirty-four and alone. Why must you be so independent? There’s nothing wrong with having a man to take care of you," she said.
"I’m not going to get married just to have someone take care of me, Nana. I can do that myself," she said gently.
"I’m worst than a mother, aren’t I?"
Ginny smiled. "I wouldn’t know," she said.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…"
"Nana, I’ve always felt closer to you than to her. You know that."
Nana touched her cheek and smiled. "I’m sorry, child. I’ll leave you alone about Phil. You know what’s best," she said.
"Thank you."
Kara packed her few things, shoving them blindly into her bag. She didn’t have much. Most of her clothes were still at the cottage. She had already loaded her paintings, packing them carefully in the back of the Land Cruiser.
Going to see Ginny was going to be the hardest thing she had ever done. But she must, she told herself. She couldn’t stay here for the next few months and continue this affair with Ginny as if they had a future together. She had to give Ginny some time. Some time to discover herself. Some time to adjust to her new life and to figure out what she wanted from it. To figure out if this was what she wanted.
But she was hurting. She couldn’t deny that. She had fallen so deeply in love with Ginny that she felt as if she were cutting out her own heart by leaving. But better now, then two months down the road, when Ginny came to her senses and realized that Kara wasn’t the only woman out there.
And maybe later, after they had both had some time, Ginny might decide that Kara could make her happy in the long run. She might want to have a future with Kara. Kara closed her eyes, envisioning living out here with Ginny, waking up with her every morning, building a life together. Then she slowly shook her head. Did she really believe that would happen?
Ginny was only twenty-eight. She would meet someone younger, someone with her own interests, someone to make her forget about Kara and her summer of discovery.
Leave now and save face, she thought, shoving her clothes hastily into her bag. In a few hours, she would be safely back at the cottage, away from Ginny. She would have time to mend, time to heal her broken heart. Marsha’s leaving couldn’t even compare to the pain she was feeling now, she knew. Marsha, who she had spent six years with, had left her so quietly that Kara hadn’t even known she was gone.
But Ginny, she thought. Ginny would rip her heart out without even knowing it.
Ginny looked up as the bell jingled, like she always did. She smiled, surprised to see Kara at the store. But her smile faded when she saw the sadness in Kara’s blue eyes. She went to her, unmindful of Nana watching.