LJ Maas - Rebecca’s Cove

“Better?” Baylor asked as she returned to wrap her arms around Hobie.

“You have no idea.”

“Now who’s wearing too much?” Baylor ran the tip of her finger along the top edge of Hobie’s panties.

“Oh.” Hobie offered a crooked smile. She made a move to remove the garment in question, but Baylor stopped her.

“I’d like to do that,” Baylor said softly. She didn’t wait for an answer. She tenderly kissed Hobie’s lips, then moved her hands to the sides of the panties, sliding them down. She dropped to one knee and waited for Hobie to step out of them.

Baylor ran her hands up the backs of Hobie’s legs, stopping to rest on her backside. She gently touched her lips to Hobie’s thigh. The urge to touch her reddish-brown curls was almost too great to resist. The scent of Hobie’s arousal tugged at the loosely held strings of Baylor’s control. She forced herself to go slow and placed a soft kiss on Hobie’s belly, just above the hairline. Then as she stood, she allowed her lips and tongue to trail across the soft skin, up to eager lips that met hers in a breathless kiss.

“Come with me,” Hobie said hoarsely. She took Baylor’s hand and directed her to the steps that led into the pool.

Baylor paused as soon as her foot hit the water. Her breathing became shallow and she swallowed hard.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Let’s just sit on the steps. The water isn’t deep here.”

Baylor nodded but didn’t appear convinced that water and making love could possibly be a good combination. “It’s okay. I can do this, and we will have a good time, damn it.”

“Okay.” Hobie drew the word out. She couldn’t help her amusement at her lover’s unusually vehement approach to their lovemaking. “We may have to work on the ’tude a little, though.”

They were on the top step, in a mere four inches of water, when Hobie began to whisper in a low, seductive tone.

Baylor’s eyes widened at the language Hobie was using to entice her. She felt herself become wet at the images Hobie’s

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words created in her mind, her wildest fantasies and secret desires. Baylor held her breath at some of the scenarios, risqué positions, and toys that Hobie promised.

Baylor pulled Hobie close and kissed her roughly. Her hands touched and teased as they declared possession of Hobie’s body. Before she knew it, she was seated on the steps of the pool. Hobie straddled her, and as they kissed, they proved that breathing was unnecessary during lovemaking.

Some moments later, Hobie stroked Baylor’s face with her fingertips. She found a light sheen of perspiration on her lover’s brow. “Are you okay?”

Baylor seemed preoccupied as she nuzzled Hobie’s neck. “Mmm, yeah...great.”

“Baylor, you’re sweating.” “The water’s warm.”

“Not that warm. Honey, we don’t have to do this if it’s freaking you out this bad.” Hobie moved as if to pull away, but Baylor stopped her by locking an arm around her waist.

“Oh, no, you don’t. Now that you’ve got me going, we are definitely not stopping because of a little water.”

“Is that so?” Hobie smiled when she saw the passion mixed with determination on Baylor’s face.

“Yeah, that’s so.”

“Then I guess you don’t want me to stop this.” Hobie slowly pressed her lips to Baylor’s for a deep kiss. “Or this.” She moved her kisses to Baylor’s neck, nipping lightly at her flesh. Baylor leaned her head back and groaned, loving every minute of it.

“And I suppose that you don’t, under any circumstances, want me to stop this.” Hobie moved to straddle Baylor’s thigh, sliding along her leg until they were once more pressed together. Hobie’s tongue teased Baylor’s earlobe with the same soft strokes that her fingers used to caress Baylor’s nipple. The double action caused Baylor to shiver in delight, followed by another low groan.

Baylor usually took the lead in love play, but she was enjoying her new wife’s efforts at seduction. The water now came to her waist, but her lover’s actions dispelled any remaining fears. Baylor couldn’t believe the sensation the warm liquid, coupled

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with Hobie’s sensual touch, caused against her skin.

“Oh, yes...” A slow moan escaped Baylor’s throat. She looked down to see Hobie’s mouth cover her nipple. The hard flesh immediately reacted, sending currents of pleasure straight to the spot between her legs. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers through Hobie’s hair and pulled her closer, encouraging her. Hobie’s tongue worked the stiff flesh, its strokes increasingly rough. Finally, seemingly encouraged by Baylor’s response, she sucked hard.

Baylor braced herself with one hand on the edge of the pool. “God, woman!” she exclaimed. “So good.”

Hobie moved over to the other breast and repeated her assault. By the time she straightened up again, Baylor was breathing rapidly. Baylor captured Hobie’s mouth in a kiss that communicated unbridled passion and a certain urgency. Hobie couldn’t wait any longer and she interpreted Baylor’s kiss to mean the same.

She ran the flat of her hand down Baylor’s belly and into the dark curls. Baylor gasped when she felt the electric touch between her legs.

“Right here?” Hobie whispered.

“Yes...yes.” Baylor struggled to form that one word. She didn’t usually have such reactions to simply being touched. It was as if Hobie had complete command of her. Baylor had a feeling that what she had written in her novels all those years was true after all. Perhaps love did make all the difference.

“Don’t stop,” she managed to utter. She kissed Hobie’s shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter around her.

“You feel wonderful. So wet.” Hobie stroked the length of Baylor’s sex. She paused to circle the sensitive clit and Baylor groaned.

“More. Please, baby.”

Hobie realized that they’d both waited long enough. She easily slipped one, then two fingers inside Baylor. Baylor involuntarily opened her legs and Hobie slid her fingers in deeper. She began a continuous motion, sliding in and out. When she pressed in, Hobie made sure to rub her thumb in a circular motion against Baylor’s

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clit. It didn’t take long before she could feel the trembling begin within Baylor’s body.

“I love you, Hobie. God, I love you,” Baylor whispered breathlessly against Hobie’s neck. She held tightly to her.

Baylor felt as if she were swimming against the raging current of a whirlpool. Certain that she would do something to mess it up, she held back her release out of fear that this would never come again, that these feelings would never be duplicated, and that she would only have this one time within Hobie’s arms.

“I love you, Baylor. You’ll always be safe with me,” Hobie whispered into the trembling woman’s ear.

That was all it took. Astrangled moan escaped Baylor’s throat as she tilted her head back. She could see herself giving up against the strength of the current. Her body relaxed and she began to swirl along with the water in a downward spiral. The closer she got to the whirlpool’s center, the hotter the fire burned within her own body.

Suddenly, Baylor saw stars. They were the stars that had come together for them during their ceremony, but this time, she was flying with them. Surrounded by shooting stars and the blue-black night, the two stars raced toward each other. At the most intense moment of her pleasure, as her release shot through her entire being, the two stars collided. The resulting explosion caused rings of color to burst forth.

Baylor gasped as she opened her eyes. The vision was gone. She still held tightly to Hobie, her heart pounding so hard she could hardly catch her breath. That’s when her tears began. Baylor couldn’t understand it; sex had never been this emotional before.

“It’s official,” she whispered after she brought her breathing under control. “I’m pathetic.”

Hobie smiled in understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

“Then I guess all I can say is thanks for having me.” They both smiled at the double entendre.

“No, don’t move.” Baylor held Hobie’s hand where it was between her legs. “Not yet. It feels too good.”

“You’re telling me.”

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Eventually, they realized they had to get out of the water. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a sec with some towels,” Baylor said.

She returned moments later with two oversized bath towels. The women wrapped themselves in the warm terrycloth and sat on the side of the pool. They held hands and dangled their legs in the warm water, feeling like teenagers in love.

After a while, Baylor situated herself so Hobie could sit between her legs and lean back against her chest. They sat that way in silence with Baylor’s arms around Hobie, listening to the breeze as it rustled against the palm leaves overhead.

“You are incredible, I want you to know that. I’ve certainly been around the block, but no one’s ever made me feel like this. I know I sound all sappy and cliché, but it’s the truth.”

“I’m so there with you, sweetheart. I feel like I’m sixteen and in love, and I’ve never felt like that with any lover before.”

Baylor’s arms tensed. “Um, have there been many...you know, lovers?”

“Don’t go there, Baylor Joan. Not tonight.” Hobie turned in the embrace and touched her fingertips to the crease in Baylor’s forehead. “It doesn’t matter anyway, anything that came before. I feel like I’ve been living my life in a black-and-white movie and now, here we are in Technicolor.”

Baylor instantly brightened. “Thanks for the reminder, and you’re right. It sounds like something Harriet Teasley would write, but I feel like I’ve been transparent all this time. Now I meet you, and suddenly, I can see myself, others can see me. I’m whole.”

“I think I like the way Harriet thinks.” Hobie smiled and the women shared a tender kiss. “Thanks for tonight, for making it special.”

“I think for the evening thus far, I should be thanking you,” Baylor said, wearing a sheepish grin. “However, your special surprise is waiting in that building right there.”

“In the greenhouse?” Hobie’s voice took on an excited, childlike quality. “I’ve always wanted to know what Evelyn grew in that big one there. Guess I was too polite to ask. To tell you the truth, I thought it might be pot.”

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Baylor laughed. “It’s nothing that exciting. I have a little spot set up for us. Have you been eating right today?”

“I did skip a little. I was kind of nervous and, well...Thanks for checking. You know it’s the first thing I forget.”

“I know, baby, but no more. Now you have someone to harp at you every day. I’m gonna make your mom look like she didn’t care.” Baylor chuckled. “I’ve done a lot of research on the Internet about hypoglycemia, and I’m prepared to make your life a married hell.”

Hobie laughed at Baylor’s earnest vigor, feeling secure in the fact that someone was looking out for her for a change. “You’ll probably drive me bananas, but I’ll love every minute of it.”

“So are you hungry?”

“Mmm, what did you have in mind?” Hobie fingered the spot between Baylor’s breasts where she had her towel knotted together.

“Alot.” Baylor jokingly slapped at Hobie’s hand, then kissed the tip of her nose. “But later. First, you’re going to eat some dinner. We’re going to go on a picnic.”

“A picnic? Isn’t it a little late at night?”

“Nope. Not where we’re going,” Baylor said cryptically. “I think you’ll love it. Plus, I want you to eat plenty of high-energy food.”

“Am I going to need it?” Hobie asked with a suggestive look.

“You have no idea, my love. Your evening is just getting started.”

Hobie lay on her back on the soft blankets and raised her arms above her head, stretching like a contented cat. She grinned sheepishly when she caught Baylor smiling at her.

“Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever guessed all this was in here,” Hobie said. “It’s like a different world.”