CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 34

The ride upstairs was the only elevator ride Elin knew she’d remember for the rest of her life. They weren’t touching; they were staring. Ingrid’s eyes raked over Elin’s body not once but several times. Elin’s did the same and ended at Ingrid’s hands, which were balled into tight fists at her sides. Elin wanted to reach for her, but this moment – standing there and not touching Ingrid – was the sexiest moment of Elin’s entire life. She was picturing everything she wanted to do, one exciting thing after the other, until she heard the ding of the elevator arriving at their floor. The doors opened, but neither of them got out. The doors closed. They continued to stare.

Elin knew what she wanted. Her heart knew. Her mind knew. Her body knew. Her entire soul knew. Without hesitating another moment, she reached for the top button of her shirt and undid it. Ingrid looked down, watching her hands move. Elin undid the second and the third button. Ingrid didn’t say anything; she just watched. Elin watched her watching. She moved her hands to the fourth and fifth button, finally finishing with the sixth. She removed her suspenders, letting them fall at her sides, and pulled off her shirt, leaving her only in her bra.

“Oh,” Ingrid said softly before she swallowed.

Elin didn’t say anything. She watched Ingrid’s green eyes darken as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

“Elin–”

“Don’t,” Elin interrupted. “This is my private elevator, remember?”

Ingrid’s eyes followed Elin’s hands as they lowered the bra off her body. Elin reached for the suspenders and put them back in place. She stood there topless, with her nipples hard, wearing the suspenders Ingrid seemed to love so much. Then, it was her turn to watch as Ingrid lifted her shirt up and off. Elin swallowed. Ingrid’s skin was pale and perfect. When Ingrid reached behind her own back and unclasped her bra, something Elin never thought would happen happened then: Ingrid’s full breasts were revealed to her – the rosy nipples just as hard as her own. Her eyes moved down to where Ingrid’s hands were still moving. Ingrid undid her button and zipper. Elin fumbled for just a second and did the same with her own pants.

She took three quick steps toward Ingrid and waited. Ingrid’s eyes were on Elin’s breasts and then on Elin’s now-open pants. When her eyes moved back up to meet Elin’s, Elin took a half-step and heard Ingrid’s breath catch as their nipples touched for the first time. Elin couldn’t hear much else because her heart was pounding in her ears. Ingrid’s hands went to the suspenders, which she removed slowly, watching the action. Her fingers found Elin’s belt loops and tugged down until Elin’s pants fell to her ankles. Elin reached for Ingrid’s hips, pulling her flush against herself now. Her lips moved within millimeters of Ingrid’s.

“I want you here,” Elin told her as she grazed Ingrid’s lips with her own. “And then in there.”

“Okay,” Ingrid said softly.

Elin kissed her gently and slowly as her hands moved to Ingrid’s pants, which she pulled down. She felt and heard Ingrid kick them and her shoes off all the way quickly and smirked because Ingrid wanted this, too. They now stood only in their underwear. Elin’s hands moved into Ingrid’s hair as she pressed her back against the elevator wall. Her lips moved to Ingrid’s neck. Her right hand moved to Ingrid’s chest, which she caressed before she squeezed one of Ingrid’s breasts, feeling its fullness and wanting to taste it. Her left hand was pressed against the wall next to Ingrid’s head.

Elin wasn’t sure where Ingrid’s hands were, exactly, because they felt like they were everywhere at once. Elin lowered her lips to Ingrid’s breast, sucked her nipple into her mouth, and Ingrid gasped. Elin’s underwear soaked through. She felt like she was actually dripping; she was so wet, so turned on by Ingrid’s body, her sounds, and just the fact that they were doing this right now. Ingrid’s hands went to Elin’s ass, sliding down her lower back. Elin held on to the ticklish laughter that begged to get out, thanks to Ingrid’s touch. She wondered if Ingrid had done that on purpose, but she could ask that later. Her lips moved to Ingrid’s other breast, and she licked the nipple, making it harder before she sucked and nipped at it.

“Oh, my God,” Ingrid breathed out. “Elin…”

Elin returned her lips to Ingrid’s mouth, kissing her harder than she had before. She reached down and moved her hand to the inside of Ingrid’s thigh, tapping it. Ingrid took the hint, spread her legs wide, and let Elin crash against her. Elin rolled her hips because she couldn’t not. Ingrid pressed Elin into her hard. Ingrid’s lips moved to Elin’s neck now. Her tongue licked up the side of it until she sucked on Elin’s earlobe. It was Elin’s turn to gasp. She couldn’t hold back anymore. This was too good; too much. Her hand slid between them and into Ingrid’s black panties.

“Yes,” Ingrid let out.

Elin took one of Ingrid’s hands that had moved to her breast and moved it between them instead. Ingrid slid it inside Elin’s white panties, and they cupped each other. They stopped moving. They stared at one another. Ingrid’s lips were parted. Her tongue slipped out and slid across her bottom lip. Elin wanted to capture it, but she also wanted to look into Ingrid’s eyes when she touched her for the first time. She slipped two fingers into Ingrid’s wet folds, and Ingrid’s eyes closed. Her head went back against the wall. She opened them again, and her fingers moved into Elin’s wetness. Elin kept her eyes open but wanted to scream – this felt so good.

“I can’t believe I’m touching you,” Ingrid spoke.

Elin wanted to say the same thing, but she couldn’t talk. If she tried to make a sound, she’d yell Ingrid’s name because she was coming, and she didn’t want to come yet. Elin stroked Ingrid’s clit harder instead, causing Ingrid’s head to go forward and back again. Elin used her free hand on Ingrid’s breast, bringing the nipple to her lips to suck as she stroked. Ingrid’s free hand went to the back of Elin’s neck, holding her there as she stroked Elin harder, faster, until Elin nearly burst, but she didn’t.

She let go of Ingrid’s breast, pressed their foreheads together, and then slid two fingers deep inside her, pulling Ingrid’s panties down a little with her other hand. She placed her thumb on Ingrid’s clit and thrust. Ingrid’s eyes remained open and on Elin’s as she tugged at Elin’s panties and thrust inside her. Elin’s clit pulsed and pounded as Ingrid’s thumb pressed against it, flicking it back and forth as she moved deeper. Elin rocked her hips. She couldn’t stop; she needed the friction. She needed to come. Her lips grazed Ingrid’s, but she didn’t kiss her; she stared into her green eyes. She licked her own lips, and she watched Ingrid as she came.

“I’m–” Ingrid’s eyes closed. Her mouth formed an O. “Elin, I’m…”

Elin couldn’t catch her breath. Everything was so beautiful. Everything was so perfect. The woman she’d loved for years was coming at her touch. Ingrid’s thrusts became erratic, which was, apparently, just what Elin’s body needed.

“Ingrid! Oh, God!”

Elin came. Her hips rocked into Ingrid’s hand. Ingrid came down just in time to thrust harder and take Elin further over the edge. Elin couldn’t stop her body if she wanted to. Her toes tingled. Her hand was still buried between Ingrid’s legs, moving as much as she could get it to move while she came with the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. She just stood there, coming down, with Ingrid watching her, running the hand that wasn’t between Elin’s legs through Elin’s hair, moving it away from her face.

“Are you okay?” Ingrid asked when Elin’s breathing didn’t slow after a while.

Elin turned, found the button, and opened the doors of the elevator, which led straight into her room. She removed her hand regretfully from Ingrid’s panties, and Ingrid did the same.

“Leave them.” Elin nodded toward their clothes on the floor.

She pulled Ingrid out of the elevator, waited until the door closed behind them, and pressed Ingrid against it.

“I’ve waited three years to do that with you,” Elin spoke softly against Ingrid’s neck.

“And?” Ingrid asked.

Elin stepped back, looked at Ingrid’s amazing body, and pulled on her hands until they were walking toward Elin’s sofa.

“I want to do it again,” she replied.

Elin sat on her sofa, and Ingrid stood in front of her. Elin watched. When Ingrid removed the last remaining article of clothing, Elin gaped at how beautiful the woman in front of her was. She leaned in to reach for her, kissed Ingrid’s stomach slowly, breathing her in, and knew what she wanted to do now. She looked up at Ingrid from between her legs while Ingrid stared down at her, running her hand through Elin’s hair. Elin licked her lips, and her hands moved to Ingrid’s thighs, which she spread. She took in the scent of her, craving the taste now. Then, she spread Ingrid’s folds with her fingers and slid her tongue over Ingrid’s clit.

“Oh, Elin,” Ingrid gasped, now gripping Elin’s hair a little harder than she’d been doing just a second before.

“May I?” Elin asked.

“Yes. Everything. Everything you want,” Ingrid said.

Elin licked her slowly at first. Ingrid’s legs wobbled a little, but Elin knew she’d come quickly. She held on to Ingrid’s waist and sucked hard. When Ingrid moaned, Elin squirmed, her own clit begging for another release. Ingrid’s clit was swollen and ready, and Elin wanted to hear her scream when she came this time. She moved her hand between Ingrid’s legs, letting her fingertip just hover at Ingrid’s entrance, but before she could slide inside, Ingrid’s hips thrust against Elin’s face.

“Fuck! Oh, my God! Elin!”

Elin continued to suck until Ingrid tapped her shoulder rapidly. She pulled back and stared up at Ingrid, who was flushed and sexy. Ingrid nearly fell to the floor, but Elin held her around the waist, and Ingrid slid to it instead. Elin wanted to smile because she’d just done that to her, but she didn’t because Ingrid’s hands were reaching for Elin’s panties. Ingrid then pulled them off quickly, and before Elin even knew it, Ingrid’s head was between her legs, yanking on Elin’s legs until her center was at the edge of the sofa, providing her better access.

“Oh, yes!” Elin grasped Ingrid’s head and encouraged her on. “Ingrid, yes!”

She couldn’t roll her head back or close her eyes; she needed to watch every moment of this, take it all in. Ingrid Olson was going down on her while she sat on her sitting room sofa, legs spread, watching Ingrid’s head bob as she sucked. If there were any kind of national emergency right now, whoever came through that door would get quite a show. Of course, that would mean Elin was able to hold on longer, and she wasn’t – she was coming.

“Ingrid, yes! Yes, God!”

She’d imagined this moment countless times: Ingrid’s head between her legs. Her own between Ingrid’s. She came at the reality, though, because this was actually happening.

“Will you come up here?” Elin asked, running her hands through Ingrid’s hair.

“Where, exactly?” Ingrid smiled.

“Straddle me,” Elin replied.

Ingrid did, and Elin pulled her down for a kiss, loving how they could taste each other on their lips. Their tongues stroked. Their hands moved, gliding across now-damp skin. Elin slipped her own between Ingrid’s legs and then inside her. Ingrid didn’t stop kissing her. She just moved up and down on Elin’s fingers; slow, at first, and then a little faster. Elin held on to her waist as Ingrid took off, rocking forward and back, lifting up and pressing hard back down. Elin sucked a nipple into her mouth, kissed Ingrid’s neck, and then flicked her clit with her thumb until Ingrid came above her. Ingrid moved slower and then slower still until she finally stopped and stared down at Elin, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” Elin said when Ingrid couldn’t finish her sentence.

“I don’t want to move,” Ingrid said, still breathing hard.

“Then, don’t. Stay forever,” Elin replied, pressing her lips between Ingrid’s breasts.

“In this spot? Won’t your hand cramp up eventually?” Ingrid teased, kissing Elin’s jaw when Elin looked up at her.

“I don’t care.”

“We can move to the bed,” Ingrid suggested, kissing her lips. “And do this again.”

“Ingrid, I love you,” she said without hesitation. “I love you. I’ve loved you for three years, since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I love you.”

Ingrid’s expression changed. She turned more serious, but she didn’t say anything. Then, she kissed Elin again.