The Muse (4 page)

“You must be joking.” Erato tucked a piece of hair behind Kate’s ear, then put her hand on the crown of her head and encouraged her lower. “See for yourself.”

She allowed Erato to guide her down the length of her body, dropping open-mouthed kisses on her belly along the way. When she reached the juncture of Erato’s thighs, she used both hands to push them apart, then paused, stunned. Not only was Erato ridiculously perfect—impeccable in every way—but her gorgeous pink folds were swollen and slick like Kate had never seen. Erato’s arousal surely rivaled her own, which relieved and empowered her. She opened her mouth to tell Erato, but nothing she had to say was more important than her first taste of her muse. Instead, she ran her tongue up Erato’s soaked folds.

The soft, feminine form beneath her tensed, then trembled. Kate pulled back and murmured “Yummy” before going back for more.

Erato was wonderfully responsive. Her fingers tangled in Kate’s hair, sharp nails scraping her scalp as she dug her heels into the mattress on either side of Kate’s torso. Kate pressed one hand flat against Erato’s belly and snaked the other between them, the tips of her fingers poised for entry.

“Yes!” Erato said.

“That’s what I love to hear.” Kate sucked languidly on Erato’s clit as she penetrated her, delighted by her full-body shudder.
This
was what she’d been missing. Writing about it wasn’t a substitute; she’d never go so long without again. She’d been starving and hadn’t even known.

Erato shuddered and cried out—loud, throaty, and oh-so-sensual. Kate rose to her knees and spread her legs, arching her back as she licked and thrust. The lewd position was purely mental. She liked the idea of offering a wanton display, even if only to the wall. Unfortunately, her action brought forth a terrible yearning—for pressure on her clit, for penetration, for
anything
to soothe the painful ache between her legs. Yet she refused to budge until she brought Erato to orgasm. The quiet sighs and moans above her drove her on.

Moments later, Erato grabbed the hand that still rested on her stomach. “Oh! I’m going to climax.”

Kate couldn’t help but chuckle at the formality of the warning. She interlaced her fingers with Erato’s and squeezed without stopping the motion of her tongue and other hand. She couldn’t wait to feel the explosion, to taste every last drop. Heady with power, she quickened her thrusts, driving into Erato hard enough to make her entire body rock on the mattress. Both Erato’s hands plunged into Kate’s hair and held her securely in place as she came apart.

Fighting the urge to fist-pump, Kate continued the long, languid strokes of her tongue long after Erato regained her breath. As badly as she wanted to chase her own release, she hated to stop. Erato tasted so good and clearly loved the attention. Finally the hold loosened on Kate’s hair, and Erato gently pushed her away. “As much as I hate to say it, I need a break.”

Kate glanced up at her face, pleased to see her so unkempt. Her dark hair stuck up in a just-been-fucked coif that made Kate feel like the goddamn champion of the world, and she seemed dazed. Exhaling, she urged Kate to crawl up until they were lying face-to-face. Kate’s lower body rested between Erato’s spread thighs. She hadn’t even met the woman before an hour ago, and now they lay tangled together, smelling of sex.

“You’re perfect,” Kate murmured.

The compliment earned her a playful kiss. “I could say the same.
Excellent
technique, Kate.”

“Why, thank you.”

“Shall I return the favor?” Erato gave her a wicked little smile before nipping playfully at her lower lip. “I absolutely adore cunnilingus.”

Caught between arousal and a giggling fit, Kate considered the request. Her body was on fire, and the idea of discovering what Erato could do with her tongue sent shivers to the tips of her toes. Yet she had a very different kind of desire—one she’d never felt before. None of her previous lovers had been as feminine as Erato, and something about her soft, full curves and pliant nature made Kate want to be
inside
of her when she came.

Erato ran her fingers up Kate’s arm. “Whatever you want.”

It wouldn’t take much. She’d been close before taking off her clothes, and that was before she’d eaten out a Greek muse. Swept away by an errant desire—borrowed from a scene in one of her early novels—she placed her hand on Erato’s throat and bent so their faces were inches apart. Stroking a pulse point on the slender neck with her thumb, Kate kissed full lips with tenderness. “Roll onto your stomach, please.”

A moan further bolstered Kate’s confidence. Erato swiped at her top lip with the tip of her tongue, then obeyed. She folded her hands beneath her head and tossed a playful glance over her shoulder. If she was uncomfortable being in a completely vulnerable position, she didn’t show it. “What now?”

“Now I’m going to come.” Kate climbed on top of Erato, planting her knees on either side of her thighs. She lowered her hips until she rested on top of the luscious body. As she’d hoped, the full, round backside she’d admired in the kitchen provided a perfect point of friction for her throbbing sex. She pressed her face into dark hair and ground herself into Erato’s ass, delighting in the pantomime of penetration.

“Does that feel good?” Erato lifted her hips, angling herself so well that Kate’s hips pumped faster automatically as she chased the orgasm she’d been denied earlier. “Don’t stop fucking me, baby.”

Kate reached between their bodies and spread herself open with her fingers, pressing hard against Erato’s backside. Her clit glided across soft, warm skin, more swollen and distended than ever before. She imagined penetrating Erato with it, sliding into the slick channel of her pussy—or perhaps even better, the tight pucker of her ass. Aware that she was rapidly approaching release, Kate pushed the hair off Erato’s cheek and kissed her ear.

“Careful,” Kate whispered, “I think you’ve woken the sleeping beast.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Somehow Erato managed to sound incredibly dignified even while being humped from behind. “Because it was my intention.”

“Then well played.” She slid both hands under Erato’s chest, cupping her breasts. Lust like she’d never felt burned through her like wildfire, freeing her from any inhibitions. She thrust her hips wildly, mouth pressed against Erato’s neck, inhaling her intoxicating natural perfume. “Because this feels incredible.”

“Please, let me feel your climax,” Erato murmured in a sweet, low voice. “Let go for me, Kate.
Use
me and let go.”

An almost feral growl bubbled up in Kate’s chest. She removed her hands from Erato’s breasts and planted them on the mattress beside her head, using the newfound leverage to rock harder against the firm backside. Her hips began to jerk and she gritted her teeth, certain that her journey was about to end. Turned on by the sight of Erato, so submissive beneath her, Kate grabbed her fisted hands and stretched them out over her head, effectively pinning her down. She caught sight of Erato’s exuberant smile just as waves of pleasure crashed over her, locking her muscles in place. Only her hips moved as she rode out every last bit of her orgasm, courtesy of Erato’s incredible ass.

When she could take no more, Kate rolled off to the side and lay on her back, gulping huge mouthfuls of air as she fought to regain her composure. She couldn’t remember when she’d come that hard. Had she ever?

Erato turned onto her side and tugged Kate into a loose embrace. She pressed their mouths together, her lips still upturned in perpetual cheer. “Well, that was delicious.”

Kate giggled, then relaxed into a sensual kiss. “
So
delicious,” she said when they broke apart for air. She put her hand on Erato’s shoulder and pressed her down to the mattress before moving over her once again. “On that note, I seriously hope you’re not expecting me to get any writing done now.”

Erato shook her head, clearly amused. She tracked her fingernails down the center of Kate’s back, going as low as she could reach. “No. I’ll grant you a twenty-four-hour reprieve so we can get some of this sexual energy out of your system.” She nudged her thigh between Kate’s legs. “It should take some doing to dampen this fire we’ve just ignited.”

“I have no doubt that you’re up to the challenge.” By this point, it didn’t even occur to Kate to feel embarrassed about the wetness she was leaving on Erato’s skin as she rode her thigh. Everything felt
so
good. Already, she desperately wanted to come again. “On that note, is your offer still good?”

Erato lit up. “To perform cunnilingus?”

That phrase had no business sounding as sexy as it did falling from those full lips. Eager to get her mouth on Erato again, Kate said, “I’m happy to return the favor. You don’t even have to wait, as long as you don’t mind giving while you receive.”

“That’s perfect.” Erato rolled them so Kate was on her back, then turned and straddled her face without any self-consciousness. Kate felt the soft tickle of hair against her inner thighs mere seconds before Erato’s tongue touched her labia. It set her nerve endings aflame in the most painfully pleasant way. Breathless moments ticked by before she gathered the presence of mind to grab Erato’s hips and pull her down onto her face.

Her muse tasted even sweeter the second time around.

Hours later, they lay tangled in a heap with the sweat-dampened top sheet twisted between their calves. The comforter was off the bed after their lengthy sixty-nining session. Kate had lost track of the number of orgasms she’d had. They’d fucked in multiple positions until after the sun set, until finally they both collapsed in silent, mutual agreement to rest. Incredibly, though they’d just met, she felt comfortable cuddling with Erato. Marathon sex was a marvelous icebreaker.

“How do you feel?” Erato murmured.

“Great.” Kate groaned as she rolled onto her back. “Like I’ll be sore in unimaginable ways.”

“Maybe that twenty-four-hour reprieve isn’t necessary.” Eyes twinkling, Erato pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Have I worn you out already?”

“Hardly. I just need a quick break.” Her stomach growled. “Are you as hungry as I am?”

“I brought a vegetarian pizza earlier. Shall I pop it in the oven so we can refuel?”

Erato really was the perfect woman. Kate grinned and stretched her arms over her head, luxuriating in the ache of her overtaxed muscles. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Why don’t you jump into the shower?” Warm lips wrapped around her nipple, suckling gently. “I’ll join you once dinner’s under way.”

Kate tangled her fingers in Erato’s hair, loath to let her out of bed though she badly wanted food. “Only if you promise I can have you for dessert.”

Erato left her with a playful nip on the slope of her breast. “Don’t worry. I’ve got big plans for you.”

Kate sat up in bed, awed by how Erato didn’t cover herself, how wholly at home in her own skin she seemed. But why shouldn’t she be? Not many people had her level of natural beauty and confidence. Kate certainly didn’t. Climbing out of bed, she grimaced as she glimpsed her own body in the full-length mirror on her bathroom door. While she didn’t think Erato had faked her attraction or her enthusiastic responses in bed, Kate was getting the better end of the deal. Even if Erato turned out to be certifiable, Kate would still be lucky to have had the opportunity to be with her.

Kate turned on the shower and waited until the water was hot before stepping beneath the spray. Like magic—and as it always had prior to the last year or so—her writing mind engaged as she luxuriated in the sensation of getting clean. Her thoughts wandered, but not aimlessly, and not about her grocery list or what errands she needed to run tomorrow. Instead she thought about her characters—Rose and Molly—and how she might try to make their erotic journey half as titillating as what she’d just experienced. She’d already written the beginning of their story, which was decent enough to present to her editor, if not her most skillful piece of writing. But now she was in the Chapter Four lull…too early in the story to introduce real romance, still mired in getting all the players into place, and not quite certain how to take Rose and Molly from A to Z.

She squirted a dollop of soap into her palm and smoothed it over her body, chuckling at how her muscles complained. The sedentary writer’s lifestyle certainly didn’t keep her well prepared for athletic sex. Not that she regretted one second. All the ways she’d taken and tasted Erato over the course of the day made her groan. Right now the thought of sex—hot, dirty, no-holds-barred
fucking
—completely dominated her thoughts and made contemplating story problems feel like a fool’s errand.

Perhaps she should just write a love scene. Rose and Molly could have some adventurous sex—maybe something to introduce some drama and shake up their lives. When in doubt, why not add a little spice? Surely she was dying to write some exciting erotic scenarios.

The shower door opened and Erato poked her head inside, smiling in a way that lit up the room. “I can hear you working. Just nod if you need some privacy.”

Kate shook her head, easily allowing thoughts of her book to slip away. She’d much rather focus on the woman who’d promised her more sex and was still naked and goddess-like. “No, please come in. I was just thinking. Maybe my characters need to have sex adventurous enough to excite me about writing this story again. Something that will introduce a story conflict…inject a little drama.”

Erato nodded and stepped into the shower. She moved slowly, as if worried she might chase away emerging story ideas. “That sounds like a marvelous plan. What’s an erotic romance without the erotic? And when an erotic scene leads directly to story conflict? That’s gold.”

“Well, I hope so.”

Erato picked up the gentle cleanser and offered her the bottle. “Would you mind?”

“I’d love to.” She squirted a line of soap across Erato’s slim shoulders, then started rubbing it across her back and buttocks. Washing someone else was inherently relaxing, and Erato’s quiet murmurs of pleasure made her forget her own sore muscles. She gathered more soap and moved her hands around to Erato’s front, cradling and soaping her heavy breasts with a sigh of pleasure.