“Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever guessed all this was in here,” Hobie said. “It’s like a different world.”
“You should have seen the look on my face when I first got here. I thought it was the beginning of a bad Twilight Zone episode.”
The women, still in their towels, lounged beside the waterfall, surrounded by oriental grasses and tropical plants with dark glossy leaves.
“Get enough to eat?” Baylor asked as she patted Hobie’s belly.
“Absolutely. How did you know I love Greek food?” “Your mom.”
“Well, these are the best dolmades I’ve had in years,” Hobie said. “Where did you go for them?”
“Oh, hell. I made them,” Baylor said with a satisfied smirk. “You made them? All of this?” Hobie peeked into the wicker
basket, which was still half full of food. “Were you planning on a few more people showing up?”
“Very funny, and yes, I made everything. It’s one of my hobbies.”
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” “Let me guess. You don’t know how to cook.” “Do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches count?” Baylor dropped her head in false dismay.
“Wait! I can make macaroni and cheese, too—well, the kind that comes in a box—so there. And I can make pancakes. From a mix, though.”
Baylor couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer. She leaned over Hobie and kissed her soundly. “You are as impossible as you are beautiful,” she said after pulling away to look into Hobie’s eyes.
“I try.”
Baylor leaned down for another kiss. This time, Hobie felt an odd sensation. The only way she was able to describe it later was to say that she felt her destiny click into place. The kiss was soft and passionate, tender and hungry all at once. By the time she parted her lips to let Baylor’s inquisitive tongue enter her mouth, their bodies were pressed tightly together. Hobie moaned at the warm softness of Baylor’s tongue. She regretted that they had to come up for air.
“Good Lord, Hobie Lynn. Where did you learn to kiss like that?” Baylor asked breathlessly. She didn’t wait for an answer. “That’s what I remembered, you know. As humiliating and embarrassing as it is to admit that I forgot your face, I remembered that kiss.”
She took Hobie’s face in her hands and kissed her again. She went slower this time, lingering over every subtle nuance of Hobie’s mouth.
“Baylor, touch me.” It wasn’t a command, more like a whispered plea.
“And where would you like me to do this touching?” “Anywhere.” Hobie captured Baylor’s lips with her own.
“Everywhere.”
They kissed for a long time. Eventually, Baylor allowed her hands to roam, and when she cupped Hobie’s breast through the towel and let her thumb brush back and forth across the nipple, Hobie groaned.
“God, Baylor! That feels so—”
Baylor pinched the hardened nipple lightly through the soft cloth.
“God, so...so good!”
Baylor retreated slightly. Hobie pulled her back and nuzzled her neck, kissing the taut skin there. “Baylor...please, don’t stop.”
Baylor looked down at Hobie and gently touched her lips in the lightest of kisses. Lifting her body for a moment, Baylor removed her towel, then reverently opened the towel wrapped around Hobie. She laid her body on top of Hobie, and both women gasped at the feel of skin on skin.
“Hobie, I can’t believe that a woman as beautiful as you would want to be with me. Do you have any idea, my love, how beautiful you are?”
Hobie could feel her skin flush a deep pink.
“It’s true. You are so beautiful,” Baylor continued as she let her hands explore the smooth curves beneath her. “I want to make love to you. I want to be the only person to ever touch you this way. I want mine to be the name you cry out when you come.”
“Oh, yes.”
Baylor moved her hands over Hobie’s skin as she pressed her mouth against Hobie’s lips. She sucked Hobie’s tongue rhythmically, matching it to the tempo of her movements against Hobie’s thigh. She could feel her own wetness as she rubbed her clit harder against the firm muscles.
Hobie enjoyed the feel of Baylor’s body on hers. When Baylor’s kisses turned hungry, Hobie’s passion increased until she was growling with need. Baylor’s kisses ran along Hobie’s jaw, and she pressed her head back into the blanket, giving her entire being over to her lover, instinctively knowing she would be safe and loved within Baylor’s embrace.
Baylor ran her tongue in a random design along Hobie’s shoulders and down to her chest. She took nips of skin, and Hobie gasped in pleasure and surprise with each tiny bite. By the time Baylor’s lips wrapped around an aroused pierced nipple, Hobie felt every pull directly between her legs.
The first touch was exquisite, enough to send both women out of their minds with lust. Baylor used her lips, tongue, and teeth to drive Hobie higher and higher. She alternated between breasts, and when she had her mouth on one, she used her hand to knead and massage the other. Slipping the tip of her tongue into the small gold hoop, Baylor tugged gently, pulling harder once Hobie’s breathless moans encouraged her.
Hobie’s body trembled constantly. “Baylor...please. Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“I don’t think you need to fear that, love.” Baylor smiled down at her lover. Once she’d touched every inch of Hobie’s skin with her lips, tongue, or fingers, Baylor ran the tip of her tongue down Hobie’s belly. She slid between Hobie’s legs, which parted instantly.
The sweet, musky scent of her lover aroused Baylor even more. “Perfect,” she whispered, kissing the soft skin of each inner thigh until she reached her reddish curls. She laid numerous kisses on the soft triangle of hair.
“Oh, God!” Hobie cried out, thrusting her hips up to meet the mouth that lingered so close to her center. “Oh, Baylor,” she groaned, spreading her legs wider still.
Hobie almost climaxed at the moment she felt Baylor’s tongue press against her needy flesh. She lifted her hips again so she wouldn’t break contact. Her excitement increased as Baylor moved her tongue slowly, but relentlessly, sometimes teasing the folds with the tip of her tongue, other times pressing against the slick opening.
Hobie rotated her hips in a counter-rhythm to the persistent caresses. She pressed her clit as hard as she could against Baylor’s tongue as Baylor picked up speed. Baylor’s moans as she went about her pleasurable task did nothing to quench the roaring fire in Hobie’s belly.
Feeling her lover’s increased wetness and the quick shudders of her muscles, Baylor eased one finger inside her, never slowing the movement of her tongue.
“Yes. Just like that.” Hobie relaxed into the exquisite touch, letting the flames of their passion carry her to her destination. After a moment, grasping Baylor’s shoulders, then her hair, Hobie forced her to increase the pressure of her tongue. “Baylor...Oh, Baylor, yes...please...more.” She moaned.
In one fluid movement, Baylor slid another finger inside. Hobie’s hips froze for a few interminable seconds, and Hobie tried to catch her breath at the sensation of penetration as, at the same time, Baylor wrapped her mouth around the sensitive area of nerves and sucked it in gently.
Hobie’s hips resumed their motion, now with an intensity that surprised her. Baylor slid her fingers almost all of the way out and moved them in again. She repeated the action as she sucked harder on the bit of flesh between her lips. Finally, Hobie shivered and her legs parted as wide as they could go. Baylor sucked harder and flicked her tongue quickly across the tiny area that would bring her lover the most pleasure. Hobie’s back arched and she took in a deep breath. One shout of pleasure escaped her lips.
“Baylor!”
Suddenly, Hobie saw stars. She opened her eyes and looked through the ceiling of the greenhouse. Stars surrounded her. The two brightest were the stars that had come together during their ceremony, but this time, she was flying with them. Surrounded by shooting stars and the blue-black night, the two stars raced toward each other. At the most intense moment of her pleasure, as her release shot through her entire being, the two stars collided. The resulting explosion caused rings of color to burst forth.