Ember Flowers (15 page)

Eventually
kissing along the wire of Jean’s bra. The hands in her hair guided
her upward. Soon she was draped on top of the smaller woman, locked
in a passionate exchange. Their bare bellies pressed together.
Brown eyes studied her, the tanned hands slid down her back.
Stroking little touches over her skin, along her spine.

Jo looked down
at her, Jean smiled back. A thumb brushed across Jo’s angular
cheekbone.

When Jo started
nibbling her neck, Jean’s head fell back against the pillow with a
soft moan. Her hands travelled over Jo’s shoulders, finger nails
trailing down to the clasp on Jo’s back. The blonde head lifted to
look at her.

“May I?”
Fingertips stroked little circles over the fabric.

The policewoman
looked down at her, Jean smiled at her gently. Jo raised herself
up, reaching around her back. The clasp released with a soft snick.
Tanned hands slid the straps down her new lover’s shoulders,
finally sliding off the garment from her chest.

Dark eyes
flitted from her breasts to her eyes, Jean’s breath caught in her
throat, she shook her head. “Beautiful. Perfect.” Jo smiled, the
look on Jean’s was admonished admiration, captivated by her.

Olive hands
rested on Jo’s belly. The flawless skin, perfect tear drops and
small pink nipples begging to be touched.

Jean let out a
held breath.
This was really happening.
The blonde gave her
a kiss of permission, feeling her companion’s hands wanting to edge
up.

The fingertips
moved first, along with sliding palms. Gentle hands moving up from
her belly trailing little lines of fire over her exposed skin. By
the time the warm hands cupped her Jo was breathless. With a soft
squeeze and brushing thumbs the nipples pebbled instantly between
tanned fingers. Jo cursed softly at the rush of sensation. She
hadn’t imagined it would feel this good.

A mutual groan,
Jo’s head falling forward, her face obscured by a curtain of
draping blonde bed hair. Jean continued to knead and graze the
heated flesh, flushed with her touch.

Eventually she
reached up, brushing that hair back from the policewoman’s face in
a tender act of affection. Her fingertips traced the angular
jawline, finishing on the soft swollen lips.

Wanting more,
Jean’s hands slid down to Jo’s hips, sitting up and twisting with
the movement. Jo seemed happy enough to be lain on her back, her
hands already reaching to touch. Jean looked down at her. The grey
eyes lidded, parted lips and soft breaths.

Jo rested her
hands on Jean’s breasts, palming and squeezing through the fabric,
her own arousal surprised her, her voice husky, roughened.
“Off.”

The brunette
reached around and unclipped herself, tugging off the garment to
join the rest on the messy bed sheets. Jo reached up, tentatively
at first. Trailing long fingertips down through her companion’s
cleavage. She was dark where Jo was light. Firm orbs with nut brown
nipples. Jean gave her new lover time. After a pause, perhaps
drawing up her courage, Jo ran her fingertips over Jean’s breast.
The skin prickled to the touch. The brunette smiled down at her,
taking her hand and kissing it.

Upon release of
her hand, the long fingertips trailed down Jean’s tensing belly,
arriving at the brass button on her fly. Jean reached down to
unbutton it, and her hands were brushed away. With a movement of
deft fingertips, the button unfastened, the zipper coming down in a
jagged burr.

Jo tugged at
the pants, pulling the waistband down over her companion’s hips
with a look of concentration. Jean grinned. “Slow down tiger, just
give me a second.” The policewoman gave her a pouting petulant
look.
Definitely adorable.
Jean thought to herself.

After a few
awkward movements, she lay there in her underwear, as bare as Jo,
though not quite as nervous. She wanted this, and Jo certainly
seemed to have a sparkle in her eye, her breaths quick and hot. The
contact of skin on skin made them both gasp. Bellies and breasts
brushing together, warm bare legs tangled up in the sheet.

Jean bit down
lightly on her lover’s ear lobe, before trailing kisses down over
her neck, her hand moving to cup the nearby breast. The lingering
taste of Jo’s perfume on her tongue. Jo’s nails raking down through
her hair, across her ribs, over her back. Lost in all the
sensations coursing through her body.

The older woman
smiled against her lover’s breast, softly tonguing the underside. A
quick look up at her lover’s face, Jo’s head was tilted back, her
breaths coming out in soft whimpers and huffed gasps.

Tongue and
teeth flicked and grazed the taut nipple, then drew it lightly into
her mouth. A breathy moan from above her on the bed. The pressure
of the fingertips against her scalp increased. Jean moved across,
trailing kisses. Giving the other side the same treatment. She
wanted to enjoy every moment, but felt the blonde’s increasing
desires urging her on.

The older woman
smiled, feeling Jo’s hips twitch against her thigh. Her fingertips
grazed the blonde’s ribs, trailing down to stroke the satiny bands
of skin across her navel. The little mewls and murmurs coming from
the blonde were driving her crazy. It was intoxicating, Jean felt a
pulse of heat hit her groin. She slowly moved lower down the bed,
kissing Jo’s stomach, admiring the little dip in her navel, the
smooth silky texture of her skin. Jo was beautiful, she could do
this all day, the little hitches in her younger lover’s breath
making her wet.

“Dammit.” It
came out in an annoyed huff, panted out through white teeth.

Jean looked up
from her waist, fingertips trailing over the hem of Jo’s panties.
“Something wrong?” She lowered her head again, kissing Jo’s navel.
Running her nails over it.

Her breaths
were erratic. “Ugh..Jean..It’s almost six thirty..”

“Already?”

“Y-Yes. I’ll be
late.”

The brunette
blew out an annoyed breath. Laying her head on Jo’s groin. After a
moment, she pulled herself up, crawling up to kiss her lips.

Jo looked up at
the flushed skin above her, dark eyes intensified with desire,
blinking slowly with soft lashes. Her hand reached up to cup Jean’s
cheek. “I’m sorry. I am..Is that OK? We should go soon.” Her grey
eyes were apologetic, fingertips stroking her face.

Jean conceded
defeat, looking down at Jo, her creamy skin contrasting the dark
pillow. Another surge of arousal hitting her when’s Jo’s fingertips
trailed down her back. It was almost a struggle to speak.
“Yes..yes..it’s fine. We should get ready.”

A last soft
kiss as she tried to temper her lust. Reluctantly, she unwound
herself from Jo’s warm form. Laying on her back in the middle of
the bed. Exhaling loudly. Her lover got up, quickly picking up her
clothes and darting into the bathroom.

Jean smiled,
blowing out a held breath, her hand trying to tidy the hair that Jo
had been gripping. Her whole body was aching for relief. She had
thoughts of joining Jo in the shower. The blonde was taking another
one. Jean chuckled.
It was probably ice cold. If she went in
there, Jo definitely wouldn’t get to work on time.

After ten
minutes, Jo re emerged from the bathroom. Looking impeccable,
makeup highlighting her pretty features, hair tied back in her
usual golden tail. Walking through the room in only her
undergarments. Jean was lacing up her boots, smiling at her from
the bed with a wolfish grin.

Joanne gathered
up her uniform, looking around in the kitchenette for the iron. The
blonde cast Jean a look, her grey eyes flitting over still partly
dishevelled hair. It was hard for her not to smile too, she
remembered what they’d been doing and blushed. Composing herself,
her brow arched, her hands on her hips. “Going to grin at me like
that all morning?”

Jean winked,
returning the banter. “Maybe. Going to turn up at the station in
your underpants?”

Jo rolled her
eyes. “No. I have to iron this, I need to look respectable.”

The brunette
got up, walking toward her, Jo eyed her warily between planes of
the iron across her pale blue shirt. Soft hisses as the hot plate
slid over each crease. 

“You’ll look better than respectable, you
always do.”

The Officer’s
smile brightened her eyes “Thanks.”

Jean reached
over to stroke her face, running her thumb over Jo’s angular
cheekbone. “You realise next time I see you, I’m going to feel the
need to tear off your clothes?”

Long fingertips
flicked off the iron, she threw on her shirt, buttoning up from the
bottom. Jean stood in front of her, moving her hands and closing
each clasp herself with a soft little pop.

Jo watched her
hands. “Oh really?”

Her look was
still heated, her mouth pulled into a sultry grin. “Most
definitely.”

“I was actually
thinking of getting lunch sometime?”

Jean
straightened her new lover’s collar, smirking. “Yes, you might need
something to keep your strength up..”

The policewoman
huffed softly, cocking her head. “No, I have Tuesday off, I was
thinking you could join Annabelle and I?”

The brunette
rested her hands on Jo’s hips, she smiled. “I’d like that. I really
would.”

Jo finished
getting dressed. Jean had to busy herself with checking they had
everything, lest she feel the need to undress the blonde again. A
few more kisses and they were picking up to leave. A new bond
forming between them. The door closing with a click and a peep of
the card.

***

The car was
where they had left it in the bay out front. Jean slid into the
driver’s seat and clipped on her belt, having to adjust the seat
forward. Jo smirked, pulling on her sunglasses.

The brunette
shot her a chiding look.

Jo was deep in
thought during most of the drive back to her house. Whirring
emotions that faded into the calm projected by Jean’s warm gaze.
They wanted to see if the car was still there, the unwanted
visitor. Thankfully, the drive was unoccupied when Jean’s utility
pulled up.

The blonde
looked at her through the passenger window as she got out. “I’ll
only be a minute.”

Jean nodded,
slipping on her own sunglasses as she waited, listening to the
radio. The relief was written all over Jo’s face. It was hard to
imagine logical clear-headed Joanne with an arse like Owen, who
didn’t respect her. There must have been something about him that
attracted her at one stage or another. The brunette just didn’t
know what that could be, she couldn’t imagine putting her hands on
Jo like that. Further, it was hard to imagine Jo turning into a
shrinking violet when she was treated so harshly. The Officer’s
personality could be commanding at times. He had leverage over her
somehow. Something that she didn’t understand.

The policewoman
re-emerged from the house, closing the front door behind her and
striding across the lawn. She smiled, wide with white teeth and
pretty lips.
I want to make her smile like that every day.
Thought Jean, and vaguely wondered where the thought had come
from.

Chapter
23

Scott stood in
the office reception area, he was back on his feet after a short
spell of recuperation. A couple days at home, his wife and son
hadn’t left his side. Breakfast in bed and watching football.

Today he was
smartly dressed, his blonde hair quaffed and stubble groomed.
Meetings with a new commercial client. Landscaping a shopping mall,
a good contract that he’d bought in. If all went well, they’d even
need an extra crew called in.

He looked
through the open grey office door at his boss and friend. Jean
looked nice too, her pixie softly styled, a dark fitted dress shirt
over figure hugging blue jeans, shiny boots with a little heel,
touches of make up. Different and more presentable than her usual
polo and cargo pants.

A paperwork
day, and perhaps something else?
She looked up, a blink of soft
lashes, sensing he was watching her.

“Hey Jean?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got
that stupid smile on your face again? Doing something special
today?”

It was true,
she had been smiling a lot more lately. Almost a week had passed
since she’d shared the hotel room with Jo. The unexpected intimacy
had left her feeling light headed in the best kind of way. Her
relationship with the younger woman blossoming. The look of trust
and happiness in Jo’s face had made her feel warm and content.
Touching her had been even better than even her most sensual
dreams. Jo felt so wonderful in her hands, and a comfortable bond
was forming. Now she had more to look forward to.

A little smirk,
she shuffled some papers into her desk drawer.

“I have a date
with two gorgeous blondes.”

He checked his
watch, he could squeeze in another minute or so before he had to
leave. This seemed
..intriguing
.

“Gorgeous
blondes you say?” A tap on his dimpled chin as he thought to
himself. His eyes sparkled cheekily.

“Oh Jean, does
she have a sister? Oh God, why didn’t you tell me?” He did a little
happy dance on the spot, like a kid waiting for ice cream. She’d
made the mistake of mentioning she’d spent time with Jo. Of course,
she didn’t kiss and tell, his own juvenile imagination had that
covered.

A roll of her
eyes and shake of her head. “Scott, Scott, Scott..no. No
sisters.”

She stood up,
keying commands into her desk phone, diverting the office line to
her cell. She was heading out too. A tuck of her wallet into her
back pocket. Car keys jingling in hand.

He walked along
behind her, picking up his things as they both headed out toward
the office parking.

“Hot
friend?”

A shake of her
head and a smile as she unlocked her car with a soft click and peep
of the remote.