Memoir in the Making: A May-December Romance (31 page)
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Authors: Adrian J. Smith
"Mer—Mer, I'm close."
"I know," Meredith whispered. "Want to?"
Ainsley shook her head back and forth with her eyes shut. Meredith stopped the movement of her fingers and moved back a few inches, waiting for Ainsley to open her eyes. It took her a few moments, the red in Ainsley's cheeks a sharp contrast to her normally pale skin.
"What do you want?" Meredith asked.
"I want your tongue."
Meredith shuddered. The words left Ainsley's mouth, and it took every effort Meredith had not to lean forward and kiss her loudly on the lips. She grinned and nodded, removing her hand from Ainsley's pants and nodding to her.
"Take off your clothes then."
Ainsley raised her knees up and shucked her jeans and underwear. When she resumed her position, Meredith backed up on the couch until her feet hit the edge of the armrest. She bent down, her fingers sliding up and down Ainsley's sides as she waited for confirmation to go ahead. When Ainsley said nothing, Meredith closed her eyes briefly and asked.
"Ready?"
"Yes," Ainsley hissed. "Don't stop."
"Trust me, I won't."
Meredith kissed a trail from Ainsley's knee to just inside her thigh. She flicked her tongue out and moaned as Ainsley's flavor exploded in her mouth. She heard Ainsley let out a sigh, her body relaxing under Meredith's ministrations. It wouldn't be long, Meredith knew, but that wasn't the point. The point was they were together and they loved each other. Ainsley reached into Meredith's hair and tugged, her hips leaving the couch cushion as she came, collapsing back down after orgasming, the aftermath clinging on for longer than Meredith had anticipated.
When Meredith crawled back up, Ainsley was pushing at her own pants, so she shucked them off before lying fully on top of Ainsley. They kissed again, letting their bodies relax into the moment. Meredith soothed Ainsley's skin with soft touches and made sure not to stop teasing her breasts. They breathed together until Ainsley turned and kissed Meredith on the lips.
"I love you," Ainsley said.
"I love you, too," Meredith said back, glad she was finally able to admit it. "We've got a lot to figure out soon."
"We have time."
"That we do," Meredith agreed. "We have a whole eighteen months of it before you graduate."
Ainsley giggled and dug her fingers into Meredith's side tickling her. Meredith squeaked and grabbed Ainsley's hands. Furrowing her brow, she kissed Ainsley's fingers and shook her head.
"That wasn't very nice," Meredith said.
"Sure it wasn't.” She laughed again. “Want to go a few more rounds?”
“Anything you want,” Meredith answered with a kiss to Ainsley’s lips. “Like you said, we have all the time we need.”
“And more.”
Meredith nodded in agreement, feeling happier than she ever had before. Ainsley laughed and kissed her quickly; Meredith tugged her back and deepened the embrace, set on staying there for as long as she could.
About the Author
Adrian J. Smith, or “AJ” as she is often called, has a generous and soft heart. She loves to rescue stray cats and dogs, as well as those who just escape. Her hoard of animals currently includes two cats, a dog and a fish, but no children as of yet. She’s passionate about LGBT et al rights, women’s rights and children’s rights.
AJ loves to read and write lesbian fiction, simply for the fact that strong women make her swoon and when two are involved her knees turn to jelly and she falls head over heels in love. AJ travels around the United States, and sometimes the world, gathering up stories for her novels. Currently, she lives in the middle of nowhere of the middle of nowhere and is rather difficult to find except on the internet, where she spends a lot of her time.
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