Elena Undone (24 page)

As they leaned toward one another on the bed, their eyes held each other’s in a tender embrace.

“Are you okay?” Peyton whispered.

“Yes,” Elena answered, putting a gentle hand to Peyton’s forearm. “Are you?”

Peyton nodded yes. Elena looked at Peyton, the strong lines in her arm, the gentle swell of her stomach, the, muscular thighs, her smooth skin. “You are so beautiful...so beyond my imagining...”

“As are you...” Peyton’s voice was but a whisper.

They kissed.

Peyton tenderly lay Elena upon the bed, gently exploring every contour of Elena’s beautifully shaped body, the long lines, the taut muscles the gentle plump of breasts, her fingers tracing every surface, leaving Elena breathless, enraptured, waiting, wanting. Peyton glanced up to Elena, asking for permission. Elena smiled, nodding her head at Peyton.
Yes, do as you will…I am yours…

Peyton lay her body softly upon Elena’s, gasping as their skin made contact. Even knowing the desire she felt for this woman, she could not have been prepared for her body to feel as if it would break from want, feeling desire beyond anything she had ever experienced, an agonizing want where nothing else mattered.

They kissed deeply, Elena’s hands in Peyton’s hair, her body moving in a rhythm suddenly as natural as anything she had ever known, even when Peyton was not supposed to be the kind of body on top of her, only used to Barry’s rutting motiherruttingon, feeling his penis break a barrier—and with Peyton there was no barrier because she so desperately wanted Peyton. Wanted Peyton inside her, wanted Peyton’s mouth on her neck, loved feeling Peyton’s lips eagerly tasting her skin, each grazing nip sending an intense searing need that Elena beckoned further, and the further it took her, the more Peyton wanted her, needed to be there, needed to taste what she had been waiting for so long, easing herself between Elena’s legs, and smelling the deep richness of Elena, the scent of pure desire, her tongue now just barely taking Elena in, gently taking her in, then unable to hold back, now hungrily exploring, her mouth fully upon Elena.

Elena screamed as her hips bucked into Peyton’s mouth, her desire to be had equal to Peyton’s need, their mingling a coming together, Peyton feeling the sweet wet all over her face, rapturous in her need to please Elena, as Elena swelled into a smoothly pearly peak, Peyton feeling Elena’s legs tightening, faster, urging Peyton into her, Peyton savoring every second of bringing this to Elena, this final moment, feeling her come, come hard in her mouth, the pulsing throbbing release as Elena rasped “Peyton,” her beautiful neck arched in ecstasy.

And as she continued to come, Peyton quickly withdrew, thrust her fingers into her, climbing up beside her, fucking her, fucking her as deeply and as quickly as she could, then slowing the pace as she watched Elena’s face, void of anything but sheer ecstasy, holding her at bay a second longer, the edge of her palm easing against Elena’s clitoris as she continued to fuck Elena until she saw that she was going to come again.

“Stay with me!” Peyton’s voice a ragged plea. “Stay with me, Elena!”

Elena’s eyes opened as she came and she saw in Peyton’s eyes the sheer intensity of Peyton’s being, as she choked out something, she had no idea what, as she felt herself fall into a world where only she and Peyton existed, their bodies entwined, inside each other.

And Peyton, for the first time ever, felt her mind stop, as she joined Elena in this place that was not here but another place in time, and all she knew was the two of them, engaged, in union, in this most natural and perfect place.

*

Afterward, Elena’s eyes opened briefly in the dark. She lay in Peyton’s arms, her limbs liquid, her whole body feeling deliciously gratified, yet not quite sated…there could be no such place where desire wasn’t just around the corner. She felt cherished in Peyton’s arms, felt completely loved, and she knew, with complete certainty that giving herself over to Peyton had been the right thing.

She glanced at Peyton, watching her beautiful face as she slept, and she felt an immense swell of gratitude toward this amazing woman, and feeling tears, she closed her eyes, and allowed herself to feel this moment, completely, fully, owning this entirely new part of herself.

*

For the next week, while Barry was busy with a plebusy wiweeklong convention in town, and Nash was visiting some relatives of Barry’s for Christmas break, Elena and Peyton stole every conceivable second to be together.

At moments it was a mere grappling at the door and Elena had to dash off, other times they had an hour or two where they would enwrap their bodies, unable to quell their need, both driven with more and more intensity to have what they craved.

“You’re like air for me,” Elena said at one moment. “I feel like I cannot breathe when I’m not with you.”

Peyton could only nod. She understood in some depth of her that their hunger and need for each other was so huge it would consume them and everything in their path. And knew she should care but she did not care.