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Something about the quiet physical strength Taylor possessed was proving to be a hell of a

turn-on for her, and she kneaded the back muscles that were subtly rippling under her fingers

in pure ecstasy. She wrapped her own legs around Taylor's waist, pulling herself as close to

the brunette as she could get, stifling a gasp as the hard button on Taylor's shorts hit

directly at her center. She wondered if a person could die of sensory overload.

Unintentionally, her hips ground against the woman assaulting her mouth.

Taylor sighed with pleasure as she felt Melanie's legs wrap around her, pushing against her in

a primal rhythm, heels digging into her back. She grasped Melanie's shirt and tugged it out of

the waistband of her shorts. Both women moaned when Taylor's hands rested on Melanie's

bare sides, skin on skin.

Slow down, Taylor’s inner voice screamed at her. Slow down. She couldn't manage to pry her

own lips from Melanie's, and she was unable to obey the orders from her brain, as her hands

seemed to have minds of their own. In a matter of seconds, they had slipped around behind

Melanie and unclasped her bra, then quickly slid around to the front, reveling in the heat

radiating from her skin.

Her thumbs brushed lightly over the sensitive nipples simultaneously. Melanie inhaled sharply,

arching into the touch.

Crack!

Taylor opened her eyes in surprise at the sound, realizing with amusement as well as empathy,

that Melanie had whacked her head into the cupboard behind her. There was a beat of silence

as Melanie turned several shades of red. She was still breathing heavily, turning her shaded

blue gaze up to meet Taylor's eyes.

"Ow."

Taylor burst out laughing, trying to look somewhat sympathetic, as she cupped the back of

Melanie's head, pulling it forward so the redhead could rest her forehead on the brunette's

shoulder. She stroked it softly, kissing her temple. "You okay?" she asked in Melanie's ear.

The breath sent tingles down her spine. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Taylor's left hand was still under Melanie's tank top, and she slowly caressed the small but

firm breast beneath it. "Oh, I think you're more than fine," she whispered. She inhaled

through her teeth, the sound resembling a hiss, as she felt the nipple harden in her palm and

Melanie's hips resume their undulation.

Melanie had never felt so much at once. "God, Taylor," she whispered, her forehead still on Taylor's shoulder, her fingertips digging into Taylor's back. "What are you doing to me?"

Another whimper escaped her as Taylor caught, then gently rolled the nipple between her

thumb and finger. Melanie tightened her legs around Taylor's waist, another rush hitting her

as Taylor's hand left her head and slid down to the small of her back, helping her push herself

against the front of Taylor's shorts. They moved together, rocking on the kitchen counter,

Taylor very precisely fondling the nipple in her grip, paying close attention to the incredibly

sexy sounds emanating from the lips near her chin.

In a very short few minutes, she felt Melanie's fingers grasping handfuls of the back of her

shirt and felt the thighs tense around her waist. Melanie managed to stutter a barely audible,

"Oh, God," before her breathing stopped altogether and she clenched her teeth, every muscle in her body stiffening. Taylor held on tightly, wearing a big grin and enjoying the ride

immensely. She pulled Melanie's hips against her and stopped all movement, allowing Melanie's

orgasm to take its course. There was plenty of time to learn what would prolong the redhead's

pleasure later. For now, she let her have the release she'd sought when she'd wrapped her

gorgeous legs around Taylor in the first place.

Not until her breathing had almost returned to normal did Melanie lift her head, finding it

difficult to meet Taylor's gaze. Taylor smiled, ducking her head to catch the eyes trying so

valiantly to avoid hers.

"Wow," she stated simply, her dark eyes sparkling.

"Understatement of the year," Melanie commented, her beautiful face flushed both from

arousal and embarrassment. "I'm sorry...I don't know what...I don't usually..." She stumbled over her own words in an attempt to make her point. Taylor silenced her with a kiss, soft,

gentle, probing.

"Hey," she reassured, after finally managing to regain possession of her own lips. "Don't apologize. You were amazing." She gently tucked a strand of Melanie's hair behind her ear.

"I think that title belongs to you."

It was Taylor's turn to blush. She shrugged. "I was inspired."

"I guess so. That's never happened to me...that fast...before."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She wrapped the redhead in a loving hug. They sank into one another, and Melanie wrapped her legs around Taylor's waist again, allowing her to hug the

taller woman with her entire body. Taylor's lips were at Melanie's ear. "You were beautiful,

you know. Al passionate, with your muscles tensing and your breath coming in gasps." She felt

the familiar warmth returning. "You were gorgeous."

Melanie lightly slapped her shoulder. "Stop it. You're embarrassing me."

Taylor pulled up to look at Melanie's smiling face. "It's true," she said, pouring as much sincerity as she could into the statement.

"I have never, ever, been so attracted to somebody in my life. You are beautiful inside and out.

I can't believe you're here with me...that you're letting me touch you...that you just came on

your cousin's kitchen counter."

Melanie gasped in horror, slapping at Taylor again as the brunette laughed at her own joke. In

a short few seconds, she was laughing, too. Taylor leaned into Melanie's shoulder as their

laughter subsided, Melanie's gentle fingers working through the long dark hair, deftly

unclasping the clip that held some of it back. Taylor sighed in total contentment, wondering if

it would be possible to just stay that way forever.

It was when Melanie began absently massaging the scalp beneath her fingers that Taylor

decided there were better options than staying in the kitchen. She raised her head, her lips

unerringly finding Melanie's. Melanie noticed with amusement that their kisses always seemed

to start softly and gently and within a matter of minutes, ended up deep and searching and

breathless.

Taylor managed to extricate her own lips from Melanie's long enough to mutter, "Bedroom."

Melanie nodded, sliding off the counter to the floor. Her face was immediately captured by

strong hands, her mouth covered by Taylor's once again. They stumbled together from the

kitchen down the short hallway to the small bedroom, their lips never parting.

Melanie's knees buckled as they made contact with the side of the bed, and she fell back onto

the soft down comforter.

"No," Taylor protested, her voice thick with passion as she grasped Melanie's hand and pulled her back to her feet. "I want to see you first."

She gently tugged the tank over Melanie's head, taking the unclasped bra with it, and tossed

it onto the floor. Melanie expected a wave of discomfort, but was surprised to find herself

enjoying the hungry look Taylor raked over her bare torso. Taylor kissed each shoulder softly

and nibbled up the side of Melanie's neck, her long fingers unfastening the button on the

cargo shorts. They slid down her legs to land quietly around her ankles. The only thing

obstructing Taylor's view was the pink pair of panties. Feeling emboldened by the simple,

carnal desire in Taylor's eyes, Melanie slipped the panties off and stood before the taller

woman, completely naked, silently offering herself.

"My God," the brunette whispered in awe. "You're beautiful."

Taylor reached for the smaller woman, only to have her hand stopped halfway to its

destination. "Ah, ah, ah." Melanie waggled a finger at her. "Your turn."

Her voice was husky, her blue eyes hooded, and Taylor nodded with a grin. "Yes, ma'am." She held her arms to the sides as Melanie took a step forward.

She'd never undressed a woman before, and her mind fought to stay clear in the midst of the

myriad of emotions with which she was being bombarded. Nervousness, desire, fear, passion,

want, need, self-consciousness, and raw hunger all warred for space in her head. With

trembling fingers, she grasped Taylor's shirt and pulled it up and off, tossing it into the pile

with her own clothing.

Taylor stood quietly before her, watching her face, wearing only a white sports bra and her

shorts. She unfastened the shorts, dropping them down Taylor's legs, stepping back to take in

the body in front of her. Melanie's mouth went dry at the sight. Taylor was strong and

athletic, things that were obvious whether or not she had clothes on. What shocked Melanie

was the sheer femininity of her body. Her shoulders were incredibly sexy— round and tan. Her

breasts were larger than Melanie expected, held in check by the strong fabric of the sports

bra. Her hips curved sensuously and Melanie swallowed hard. She lightly ran her fingertips

over Taylor's taut abdomen, causing the taller woman to flinch involuntarily, but when Melanie

looked up, the brunette's eyes were smiling, inviting.

Melanie laid her palm flat against Taylor's stomach, the combination of heat and softness

making her dizzy. She slipped a finger beneath the lower band of the sports bra and looked

questioningly at Taylor. The taller woman obliged by removing the offending garment.

Melanie caught her breath as the bra hit the floor. Taylor's breasts were beautiful...full and

round, with dark nipples standing at attention. She reached out a tentative hand, almost

imperceptibly caressing the side of one, causing goose bumps to erupt across Taylor's flesh.

"You're so soft," Melanie said, almost to herself. "Everything is so soft. Do I feel like this to you?"

"No," Taylor responded. "Softer."

Melanie slid her hand down Taylor's side and turned clouded eyes to her partner. Her voice

almost inaudible, she said, "You know I'm new at this, right?"

Taylor silenced her with a finger. "Shh. I know. I don't want you to worry." She bent to

Melanie's neck, running the tip of her tongue up to an inviting ear. "There's no pressure here, and I would never expect you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

She flicked the ear with her tongue, delighting in the shiver she felt run through Melanie. "All I want is to be with you."

She caught Melanie's lips with her own and soon tongues were dueling, blood was rushing, skin

was burning, lungs were heaving. Taylor pulled the covers back, guiding Melanie down onto the

bed and pulling off her own panties. She slid into the bed next to the redhead who opened her

arms, allowing Taylor to roll half-onto her. Both women groaned at the delicious full-body

contact.

If Taylor didn't have an entire body to explore, she was sure she could have kissed Melanie all

night long. Their lips just seemed to fit together. She'd never enjoyed simply kissing

somebody so much. Her lips left a blazing trail down Melanie's neck to dance across her

collarbone. Melanie gasped as Taylor circled her nipple with her tongue, purposely avoiding it

until Melanie thought she'd burst. After what seemed like forever, Taylor raked her tongue

across the swollen pebble of flesh, causing Melanie to arch into her.

"Oh my God, Taylor," she exclaimed through clenched teeth.

Taylor continued to assault the nipple, claiming the other with her free hand after separating

Melanie's legs enough to allow her to slip her own thigh between them. She caught her breath

when she felt the slick liquid silk immediately coating her leg. God, she was wet. Taylor set a

rhythm, her mouth, fingers and thigh all working together to drive Melanie higher. An

unexpected bonus came when Melanie pressed her own thigh into Taylor's center, causing the

brunette's hips to spasm. Taylor continued rocking against the gorgeous woman beneath her,

feeling the smaller hands in her hair, listening to the change in her breathing. It was only

another minute before she felt the fingers in her hair clutch a desperate handful, and heard

the soft, pleading voice—a pitch higher than usual, as predicted in her fantasy.

"Taylor...Taylor...Taylor..."

Jesus Christ, how does she do this to me? Melanie held onto Taylor with a death grip, the

weight of Taylor's body serving only to excite her further. She heard herself chanting

Taylor's name...never had she called out somebody's name in bed...and she felt Taylor smile

against the breast still held possessively in her mouth. She's enjoying herself, Melanie

realized, and found that she was pleasantly surprised by the thought.

And then it was upon her. Her second orgasm crashed down around her before Melanie had

time to prepare...again. She arched into the body above hers as colors exploded behind her

eyelids. A small cry tore itself from her throat, much to her surprise, as she was traditionally

rather quiet during lovemaking. She was sure she heard some sort of humming coming from

Taylor...she could feel it in her chest where Taylor was still suckling gently, sending tiny

aftershocks through Melanie's body as her hips slowly returned to the bed. She threw an arm

over her eyes and concentrated on steadying her breathing.

After several minutes, Melanie's heart finally beat at a somewhat normal rate. When she

removed her arm, she saw smiling, dark eyes looking up at her. Taylor was still lying half on