Is It Always Like That?
Anne stands in front of a full-length mirror in her shift inspecting herself. There are small holes in the fabric of the night shirt where age has taken its toll. It’s wrinkled, too, embarrassingly so. She’s never paid all that much attention to what she wears to bed, given she’s either sleeping alone or making love to a woman, and in the case of the latter, the woman never cared enough to notice. But Miss Walker might notice. Anne has seen her night clothes, all made of fine fabrics and in very good nick.
She considers her shape. Her narrow hips look like those of a small boy, and her thighs are quite muscular. She knows the work she does on the land helps keep her in shape, and this is the result…an “unwomanly” form. She prefers it this way, but will Miss Walker mind?
Her breasts are small, but no worries. Not too many women touch her breasts, and that’s fine by Anne…she prefers it that way; it womanizes her. Besides, most women Anne takes to bed just lie back and enjoy whatever Anne wants to do, knowing it will be spectacular. They don’t take the time to try and please her. And she’s okay with that.
But she’s worried about Ann. Ann is different. Ann is caring, and she notices things…she’s affectionate and kind…she’s funny, adorable, and she laughs at Anne’s silly jokes. She’s inquisitive, interested and interesting. She doesn’t stop at the surface, she goes deep. In the short time she’s been at Shibden, she has already consulted with Anne on several occasions about her property, and how she might be able to capitalize on its untapped potential. She has proven herself to be a shrewd businesswoman just by the types of questions she asks. Anne is quite impressed. Not the feeble-minded, weak-kneed person Eliza portrays her to be.
Anne brushes her teeth and dabs a small amount of perfume behind her ears and at the bend of her elbows. She puts on her robe and wraps the thin belt around her waist, cinching it tight. She bought this robe in Paris a few years ago, one of the few high-quality things she splurged on for herself. She hopes it will cover whatever flaws are underneath. She takes one last look, then picks up the candle and moves down the hall.
Ann is there, lying on her side partially under the cover, waiting patiently. Her injured foot is outside the blanket, propped up on some pillows, but she looks comfortable enough.
“Are you okay? Any pain? Can I get you anything?”
Ann props up her head on her hand, smiling sweetly, elbow pressing into the mattress.
“Not a thing. Which side do you sleep on?”
“Oh you’re fine right where you are. I tend to sleep on the right.” She nods her head toward the side of the bed Ann has left vacant.
Ann pulls the covers back, gesturing for Anne to hop in. “I tried to keep the bedding warm. I hope it’s not too cold.” Anne looks at her for several long seconds, then walks back to the door and flips the latch to lock it. Ann licks her lips when she hears the sound.
Anne self-consciously removes her robe and quickly slides under the bedding, hoping Ann won’t take any notice of her shift. If she does, she never mentions it.
“You did a nice job, it’s toasty.” Anne rolls over on her side, her body positioned in a mirror image to Ann’s. “Are you sure about this, Ann? I won’t be crowding you?”
In a bold move, Ann Walker slips her free hand behind Anne’s neck and tugs her forward. As she’s pulling her in, she whispers, “Oh, I hope you do.”
Their lips connect in a gentle press. There’s tender touching of hands over fabric, soft sucking and biting of lips, then Anne can’t help but roll Ann over onto her back. Ann feels her insides completely melt, and there’s a throbbing in her center that she’s never experienced before.
Anne brushes her lips across Ann’s cheek and lightly nips her bottom lip. Ann is panting and sighing, trying to stay conscious of the fact that she’s in Anne Lister’s bed and they’re kissing.
Ann recalls how when they were younger, she and her cousin, Catherine, would practice kissing on fruit, usually apples as they were plentiful on their property. That felt nothing like this! This was kissing! This is what she’d dreamed about ever since she was 14 and saw Anne Lister for the first time walking through Halifax. She had felt a stirring then, an inclination, but had no idea what it all meant.
Anne deepens the kiss, her tongue lightly dipping into Ann’s mouth. It’s all so overwhelming for Ann, her senses blurred by the smell and taste of Anne Lister, the scent of her perfume. She pulls her down and presses on the back of Anne’s waist, encouraging her to put all of her weight on top of her.
“Your foot,” Anne hovers. Ann tugs harder.
“It’s okay. Promise.” Anne slips a thigh between Ann’s leg and her instincts take over. She lifts her pelvis to grind against it, her arms wrapping around Anne’s neck to yank her down for a deep, strong kiss.
“Mmph!” Anne responds with equal fervor.
Ann pulls her in even more to plant kisses across her jaw and down the side of her neck. The wet drag of her tongue over the straining tendon makes Anne’s pulse go into overdrive and she flexes her thigh into Ann’s core, causing her to moan.
“Shhhhh,” whispers Anne. “The others will hear you.”
Anne’s hand slides down Ann’s side, over her shift. She finds the hem next to the juncture of Ann’s thigh and pelvis. She begins to drag her fingertips under the shirt and over Ann’s stomach, then pauses.
“Ann…nothing has to happen tonight if you don’t want it to. I will never push you. Do you understand?” Her eyes search Ann’s face for any hesitation, any reservation. The only thing she sees is a squirm of need as Ann’s skin shivers from her touch.
Ann reaches up to cup Anne’s cheeks, her thumbs running softly back and forth across the tender skin there. “Yes,” she whispers. “I understand. Now get busy.”
Anne can only huff out a breath in response.
Ann reaches for her, her fingers sliding around the nape of her neck, pulling her down, their lips pressing together in a hot and heavy kiss. Ann reaches down for the hem of her own shift and pulls the garment up and over her head, Anne shifting out of the way just enough to allow clearance.
She’s breathless as she stares at Ann’s chest. Her eyes are wide, her lips wet. Ann flexes her eyebrows as she revels in the thought that Anne Lister finds her body a glorious thing.
“Oh, Ann…,” she whispers. Now it’s all warm skin and soft touches, fingers trailing over curves and exploring valleys around backs and hips and thighs.
“Oh, God, this feels so good,” whispers Ann against the press of Anne’s lips. Those very same lips travel to the dip between Ann’s breasts, where she gently sucks the tender skin and takes a nipple into her mouth.
Ann moans a little too loudly, as her hands caress the back of Anne’s head and her nails rake through her hair. Her groan races down Anne’s spine as a pool of arousal surges into her knickers, causing her hips to roll into Ann’s on impulse.
Anne’s hand slides a little lower, fingertips swiping gently across her belly, then a slow, straight line down and over her mound, dipping into her heat.
The moan from Ann is scandalous. Anne stills. “Shhhh, Ann!” Her whisper yell is met with a breathy, “Sorry…sorry.” Ann reaches down and encourages Anne’s hand to continue.
Anne rolls on top of Ann, Ann’s thigh slotting neatly between her own legs. Ann can feel Anne’s slick oozing onto her leg and she smiles at the idea of Anne being just as turned on as she is.
Ann’s hands move gently over Anne’s back and hips. She arches into Anne’s torso as her fingers slip inside her, entering easily as Ann’s wetness lubricates her extremities. She pulls out and rubs her fingers up and around Ann’s labia, then circles her clit, again and again. The teasing is absolute torture.
“Oh, Ann…all this time…right next door.” Anne’s words are followed by her lips wrapping around Ann’s nipple, sucking and biting gently, teasing her, as her other hand continues to slowly slide up and down her labia. All these simultaneous feelings have Ann rolling her hips and clinging to any of Anne’s skin she can find. Then Anne moves up to her clit and stays there.
If rockets existed in this era, surely they would have exploded right then and there behind Ann’s eyes. She drags her nails across Anne’s back as she spreads her legs wider. Ann moans at the way Anne grinds against her thigh while pressing her fingers in deeper, harder, then back up to revisit her engorged clit.
“Touch me,” Ann whispers. “Harder.”
Anne presses in deeper and curls her fingers at just the right angle. Ann’s arches her back so high, Anne fears she will put too much pressure on her injured foot. But Ann keeps grinding, so she keeps going.
Ann’s hands travel down to Anne’s ass, grasping and pulling her tighter and harder against her. Kisses get wetter and messier, breaths comes faster and heavier. She kisses every inch of Ann’s stomach as she makes her way down. Once again, Ann’s instincts kick in and she presses her hands on the top of Anne’s head, encouraging her southwardly travels.
Anne’s tongue brushes every so lightly against her clit and Ann’s entire body shivers. Her hips grind up against Anne’s mouth, and as much as Anne tries, she can’t hold Ann’s hips down…she’s surprisingly strong.
Anne teases the tip again, nudges the skin there, slides back and forth over the top, over and around, until Ann is gripping her hair with all her might, circling her hips in a rhythm that’s increasing in speed.
Anne watches as Ann comes undone. Her tongue continues its teasing, her teeth gently scrape against Ann’s sensitive skin and suck her clit into her mouth. Ann moans and Anne taps her hands against her thighs as a reminder to be quiet. She slips her hands behind Ann’s knees and pushes forward, Ann’s thighs now against her chest, her legs cranked open wide, her sex exposed to the max. Ann is trapped, she can’t move, and all the pleasure in the world is focused on her tiny nub.
Anne feels the sharp tug of fingers in her hair, the blunt scrape of nails against her scalp. She looks up and sees Ann’s eyes screwed shut, her teeth clenched. This is it, she thinks.
She slips two fingers inside and pushes forward, deep into Ann’s opening. She curls the tips, pushing against the spongy spot. Anne can feel Ann’s insides flutter. Her hips falter in their tight undulations against Anne’s face as they lift off the bed.
Anne doesn’t slow the pace of her tongue. She only sucks harder, her teeth continuing to scape Ann’s clit. Her fingers continue to fuck in deep, curl, then slide back out. Ann begins to shake and shudder, hands gripping hard to Anne’s hair. The ropes under the mattress creak as the women rock up and down, keeping time with the dirty, wet slap of Anne’s fingers fucking deliciously into Ann. Anne can’t remember when she’s had it so good.
Ann’s back arches up and goes rigid, while Anne’s lips and teeth still cling to her clit. Her hand, still pressed deep inside Ann, feels her muscles squeeze and vibrate, as her moisture pools around her digits. Ann does her best to suppress a loud groan, but it’s difficult. Anne stills and waits as Ann’s chest heaves and her thighs quiver. She slowly relaxes her mouth and lets her fingers slip out ever-so-gently, wiping them across the side of her shift as she presses tender kisses up Ann’s body. Ann’s lungs gasp for air as her body collapses into a boneless form.
Anne hovers over the blonde beauty and smiles. Ann’s eyes are wide and glassy, but still so beautifully blue. She smiles as she tucks some errant hair behind Anne’s ears. Anne smiles down at her.
“Are you all right?” She kisses her tenderly.
Ann is speechless as she searches for the appropriate words. “Anne…that was…is that…is it always like that?” she asks quietly. Her hand drifts down over her own breast and stays there, lightly clenching the soft skin in her hand, a thumb brushing over her own nipple.
Anne chuckles as she shifts to lie down next to her, a leg still tucked in between Ann’s thighs. She places a hand over Ann’s hand that is lightly fondling her own breast.
“I like to think it’s always different. Sometimes it’s more intense, sometimes it’s an easy, slow slide over the edge, and sometimes the explosion of Mount Vesuvius can’t hold a candle to it. Sometimes it’s gentle, and sometimes you want to just…” Anne sneers and grits her teeth to emphasize the I just want to fuck you intothenextcounty feeling.
To say Ann is amazed, surprised, over the moon, doesn’t describe the feelings she’s having. She adoringly looks into Anne’s eyes. “I never knew it could be like this.” Her hand reaches up to caress Anne’s cheek. “I want to feel that again and again and again.”
Anne smiles and leans down to place a chaste kiss on Anne’s lips. “We can do that as often as you like.” Ann can smell her scent on Anne’s face and she becomes embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry, all that…stuff…on your face. Does that bother you?”
Anne places a hand against Ann’s cheek. “Ann…I love it. I crave it. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I love that you get so wet, and I love the taste of you. It’s divine.”
Ann’s cheeks blush and she softly shakes her head. Anne uses her hand to still the motion and looks deeper into Ann’s eyes, hoping she can communicate her sincerity.
“Ann…honestly…I do love it. Okay?”
Ann can only trust her and nod. Anne looks down at Ann’s foot, still propped up on the pillows.
“Are you sure your foot is okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
Anne loves her smile. “It’s fine…promise.”
Anne lies down on her side next to Ann and pulls the blankets up around their chins. “I think you’ve worn me out, Miss Walker. You’re quite a rambunctious lover.” Ann giggles as Anne slides her arm under the blanket and slings it across Ann’s chest, then nuzzles into Ann’s neck, already slipping into a soft doze. Ann reaches up with a hand and places it over Anne’s forearm, smiling up at the ceiling and thinking about this recent turn of events.
Just a few short days ago she was bored out of her mind, felt nothing but hopelessness about her future, and was willing to give up every dime of her vast fortune to find love. And now…NOW…she’s lying in fucked-out-blissinAnneLister’sbed, with that legendofawoman lying next to her….nexttoher!… blowing soft puffs into her ear! She inadvertently squeezes Anne’s forearm.
Anne barely lifts her head. “Okay?“
“Mmm hmmm,” says Anne. “Shhhh, go back to sleep.”
Anne smiles at her and kisses her cheek, then snuggles back into her position, that to Ann, feels as natural as breathing.