Harriet felt her heart race as Zoey's gaze lingered on her, a mix of emotions reflected in her brown eyes. I love you, Zoey, she wanted to confess, but the words felt too heavy for the moment. She smiled softly, lifting Zoey's chin and caressing her cheeks, reminding herself to tread carefully. No, not yet...
"What's wrong?" Zoey asked, her brow furrowing as she noticed Harriet's silence.
Harriet met her eyes with a playful smile. "Can I kiss you?" she asked, gauging Zoey's reaction. "Or should I just kiss you again?"
Zoey clicked her tongue, a teasing smile forming on her lips as she pulled Harriet closer and pressed her mouth against hers. Harriet gasped softly at the unexpected intensity but melted into the kiss, leaning Zoey against the glass window. One hand supported Zoey's waist while the other found its place above her head.
Zoey wrapped her arms around Harriet's neck, deepening the kiss without a care for anyone who might see them from the other buildings. The dim lighting of the unit cast a warm glow, blending with the city lights outside.
"Shit," Harriet murmured as she cupped Zoey's face and kissed her again, this time with more urgency, tugging at the cardigan until it fell to the floor. She trailed kisses down Zoey's jaw and shoulder, her heart pounding.
As Harriet's hands began to explore, she untucked Zoey's shirt, pulling it up and letting it drop to the carpet. Zoey felt a shiver run down her spine at the exposure, but Harriet's gentle touch soothed her. "Zoey," she mumbled, leaning in for another kiss.
Zoey arched her back as Harriet's fingers traveled down to her thigh before lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Harriet's waist, feeling exhilarated as Harriet moved slowly, their lips still connected. She heard the soft clicking of a doorknob and wondered if they were heading into Harriet's bedroom.
When they crossed the threshold, the door clicked shut behind them. Zoey hitched her breath as she felt the soft mattress beneath her, the weight of Harriet pressing against her.
"Fuck it," Zoey breathed, caressing Harriet's cheeks and tugging her hair to pull her closer for another kiss. Harriet grinned as she slid her tongue into Zoey's mouth, her hands busy unbuttoning Zoey's shorts and pulling them down, along with her underwear.
As Harriet's kisses trailed down to Zoey's chest, she unclasped the bra, exposing Zoey's bare skin. "D-don't stare at it too much," Zoey stammered, attempting to cover Harriet's eyes.
Harriet chuckled softly, gently pushing Zoey's hand away, her gaze firm yet tender. "You're beautiful, you know that?" she said, leaning in to kiss her again.
In an unexpected shift, Zoey pushed Harriet back, positioning herself on top, sitting on Harriet's abdomen. Harriet smirked, eyeing her with mischief. "Oh, looks like someone's kitty is wet. Do you want to sit on my face and ride it?"
Zoey's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she processed Harriet's bold suggestion.
Zoey hitched her breath, staring at Harriet. Sit on Harriet's face? She bit her lip, trying to calm herself. Harriet was just watching her as she sat up, Zoey still resting on her waist.
"Don't overthink it, sweetheart; it's not like I'm forcing you," Harriet chuckled, caressing Zoey's cheeks. Zoey cupped Harriet's face and claimed her lips, gently pushing Harriet back to lie down.
"I... I don't know how to do it," Zoey mumbled, biting Harriet's earlobe.
"W-what?" Harriet laughed softly at Zoey's response. She cleared her throat as Zoey playfully pinched her shoulder. "Alright, I'll guide you on how to move on my face then," Harriet said, a playful smile gracing her lips.
"Stupid, you're just having fun with me, aren't you?" Zoey mumbled, nibbling at Harriet's neck.
Harriet chuckled, stroking Zoey's bare back. "Come on now, I need to tie my hair up," she said, drawing circles on Zoey's skin.
Zoey clicked her tongue as she settled back on Harriet's waist. Harriet sat up to tie her hair. Zoey tilted her head, "You know it's unfair that I'm the only one completely naked every time we do this," she remarked, tugging at the hem of Harriet's shirt and tossing it aside. She traced her fingers over Harriet's abdomen, making Harriet hitch her breath and clear her throat.
"Off-limits it is," Zoey teased, pecking Harriet on the lips. Harriet groaned, laying back down and grabbing a pillow for her head.
"Move up now, sweetie," Harriet said, holding Zoey's hands.
Zoey averted Harriet's gaze as she crawled up, positioning herself over Harriet's mouth. "That's right; just maintain that position. You can hold onto the headboard if you want," Harriet instructed, ensuring Zoey was comfortable. "Feeling numb in this position?" she asked.
"No," Zoey mumbled, gulping as she met Harriet's gaze. "You must be an expert at this, Doctor Harriet Pierce," she said, her cheeks flushing.
Harriet chuckled, "Maybe if I get enough practice with you, I'll become an expert," she replied, gently pulling Zoey down to kiss Zoey's clit. Zoey gasped; it wasn't the first time Harriet had pleasure her, but this was their first time in this position.
Zoey gripped the headboard as Harriet continued to lick her clit. Lost in pleasure, Zoey threw her head back, her eyes shutting tight, one hand on the headboard while the other tugged at Harriet's hair.
Harriet held Zoey's waist as she continued licking, then slid her tongue inside Zoey's sensitive folds, thrusting gently. Zoey bit her lip, soft gasps and moans escaping her as her body instinctively followed Harriet's movementsâeach sensation driving her closer to the brink.
"Oh, fuck me," Zoey mumbled softly, grinding her hips to match the rhythm of Harriet's tongue. Harriet's hand slid up to Zoey's chest, her tongue working in harmony with Zoey's movements.
Zoey panted as her body heated up, the slurping sounds of Harriet's mouth on her sensitive spot only intensifying the pleasure. Her hand tightened in Harriet's hair as she tried to pull her closer.
"Shit," Zoey hissed, feeling the mounting intensity. She arched her back and groaned inwardly as Harriet deepened her thrusts. "I'm close; don't stop, please..." Zoey pleaded, running her fingers through Harriet's hair, throwing her head back, her eyes shutting tight as she continued to grind, feeling the waves of her climax approaching.
Not long after, she quivered, leaning on the headboard, panting as she watched Harriet still savoring her. The slurping sounds echoed, sending jolts of sensation through Zoey, making her hiss inwardly.