Blurb
Leticia
and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make
their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else
weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and
as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie
wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been
with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time
for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.
As
it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has
never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of
it. And it's something that Rosalie has never done either.
The
women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and
forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they've never
formed with anyone else. They've never loved or trusted anyone else
they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to
find a way to make it work.
Excerpt
"I'll
call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,"
Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how
many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer
quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. "Can you
call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a
charge in somewhere, but I can't get a straight answer out of them
about it."
Her
fiancée smiled indulgently. "Better yet. I'll go in person on
my lunch break, and they won't know what hit them."
"Great."
Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She'd wanted to go to
bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that
completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true
love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had
fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed
progress report every single night. "That's got to be enough for
now."
Leticia
stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She'd changed into a cute pair of
pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd
contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly
fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover's
curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same
moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would
need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie
proper attention.
"We
can't quit planning yet," Rosalie said. "We haven't
discussed the most important thing, and it's coming up soon."
Leticia
groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her
color-coded, highlighted lists. "We've talked about everything I
had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have
deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don't see what we're—"
"The
wedding night," Rosalie purred. "We haven't discussed that
at all."
There
was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed,
the way she had at Rosalie's makeup counter the first time they met,
when the other woman's soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious
desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had
been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her
skin tone. She'd been forced to come back later, not that she'd
minded.
Now
that she'd figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played
innocent. For all her lover's passion, her Catholic upbringing had
left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia
loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her
naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes
again. "We've reserved our hotel room the night of. We've got
our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days
after that. Everything appears to be in order."
"The
wedding night," Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia's
teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other,
the gesture an invitation to take the word "night" and run
with it. "The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so
we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel."
"You
mean to take a good, long nap? I'm sure we'll be tired after dealing
with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too."
Leticia couldn't resist continuing the act.
"Not
a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed." Now
Rosalie colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the
screen of her makeup.
Leticia
composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. "Oh,
are you talking about sex?" A giggle threatened to slip through
at Rosalie's incredulous, exasperated expression. "I don't know.
I've read tons of articles about how people get so exhausted from all
the things leading up to a wedding that they don't even really want
to have sex by the time the day is done. We'll have plenty of time
for that later in the honeymoon, won't we?"
"Don't
even really want to have sex," Rosalie repeated slowly, as if
the phrase was a math problem and she couldn't quite work it out. Her
forehead wrinkled in utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia.
Realization dawned on Rosalie's face. She grabbed a tissue from the
box on the table and tossed it at her. They'd both collapsed in
giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to the floor beside
Leticia.
Leticia
allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She
crawled the short space to Rosalie's chair and raised one brown foot
to her lips. Leticia did enjoy a little foot worship now and then,
but her current mood was far from reverent. Slowly, carefully, she
slipped her mouth over Rosalie's polished big toe. She licked until
Rosalie's breathing changed, confused between laughter and moaning.
Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole of
Rosalie's foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a
powerful raspberry.
Rosalie
squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet,
ticklish vibrations. Rosalie's foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept
hold easily. She had plenty of practice restraining patients, which
happened to have fun applications at home.
Rosalie
writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry,
but cut her eyes up as much as she dared. She didn't want to miss the
sight of her lover, breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage
shook, hips rolling as she struggled to get away, face squeezed tight
as if to ward off the unbearable sensation of being tickled.
Effectively, this previewed Rosalie's orgasm. Warm arousal spread
through Leticia's body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this state,
and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.
Rosalie
rained playful blows onto Leticia's head. "Why the hell am I
marrying you?" It took forever for her to get the sentence out,
as she had to gasp each word between shrieking laughs.
Leticia
grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and
rolled out of the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her
arms around Rosalie, who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped
one hand down to tickle between her ribs, rewarded by another
delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest. "You are evil, I
swear."
"I'm
sorry," Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely
regretful. She kissed Rosalie's temples with great tenderness, until
her lover relaxed and stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more
soothing words, rubbing Rosalie's back... then licked the side of her
face.
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Bio
Annabeth
Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky,
vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have
appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian
Cops, Circlet Press's
love-spell anthology Like
Hearts Enchanted,
Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers
In Darkness, and others.
When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived
in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to
most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of
speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need
for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and
excellent bass lines.
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