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Chapter 20
As they left the restaurant and made the short drive back to the motel, Tilly still felt she had a little bone to pick with Jen. She gave her a surreptitious glance, considering her approach. She took her hand and weaved her fingers with hers.
"I think you owe me," she began.
Jen's eyebrows furrowed, "I beg your pardon?"
"I still can't believe you had the nerve to drink the last of my bubbly, I was rather enjoying that," she complained.
"I was doing you a service, to keep you from going totally mental! "Jen parlayed.
Tilly made a noise of protest, "I was just having a laugh"
"You were borderline capital M mental, I rather think you owe me for not letting you fall on the floor." Jen said haughtily.
"Humph" Tilly replied, she hid the smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.
Changing the subject, Jen said, "Look what I got us!" Referring to the Maître d at the restaurant, "Jonathon was so lovely to us," she gestured to the container on Tilly's lap which held a huge slice of Tiramisu cake.
"A gift from your new boyfriend, hmm not sure I want to partake in that..." Tilly quipped dryly.
"Oh stop! What? Are you jealous?" Jen tried to read Tilly's face, but couldn't in the dark of the car, and having to focus on the road in the unfamiliar town.
Tilly shrugged and said nothing.
"So unbecoming of you my sweet, you know I only have eyes for you," Jen crooned as she stroked her hand. She paused, "You're just teasing me aren't you?" She quickly glanced at Tilly, who was looking at her with mirth filled eyes.
"Well, someone's asking to be kissed to within an inch of her life!"
"Oh! Yes, please," Tilly said enthusiastically, and then shrieked and jumped as Jen grabbed at her side to tickle her, skillfully holding the Jeep steady as they pulled into the drive of their motel.
Back in their room, Tilly headed for the washroom. Jen threw off her shoes, grabbed the television remote and flopped down on the bed. She flicked the television on and surfed the channels.
"Know what I'd love to do with you?" she called to Tilly in the washroom.
"What?" Tilly asked.
"I'd love to just snuggle and watch telly while we have our cake," Jen said. Tilly bounced out of the washroom and plopped down on the bed beside her.
"That sounds lovely!" Tilly said. The thought of sharing simple things seemed such a pleasure; especially things they were unable to do in the Village. She leaned in to kiss Jen, who reciprocated, theirs mouths connecting, languid and sensual.
Tilly looked deeply into her golden brown eyes and said dreamily, "You have the prettiest eyes,"
Jen smiled, "And you have the prettiest everything," she answered, as she pulled her in for a long smoldering kiss.
With time on their side, they slowly undressed each other, kissing and caressing as they went along, as increasingly more of their bare velvet skin revealed itself to the other.
They landed softly on the bed making a hollow for themselves among the crisp sheets and downy pillows. Once started, the boxed cake and the t.v. remote were left neglected, as they were unable to stop the powerful waterfall of their desire as it surged inside them.
The exquisite dance of their love took flight with their warm silky touches, breathy kisses and their hot liquid tongues sliding together on their supple bodies as they moved each other into another breathtaking climax.
They collapsed into each other's warm embrace, spent, they drifted off into a light sleep, the television buzzing in the background.
Jen woke with a start, the side lamp still on, the television flashing. She looked at the time, and breathed deeply to calm the sudden panic that shot through her. Hours till daylight. She rose making her way to the washroom where she drew herself a glass of water and sipped thirstily.
She slid quietly back into the room, perching on the corner of the bed. With affection she watched Tilly, her red hair tousled, her exhausted body sprawled diagonally across the bed, wrapped haphazardly in the sheet. Her rib cage moved up and down in the steady even rhythm of her slumber.
Jen took a deep breath, feeling a sad ache, knowing that too soon this private haven they'd created would be ending. How much I will miss this she ached.
Tilly stirred and reached out her arm, "Babe," she said sleepily, "where'd you go?"
"I'm right here," Jen said, as she moved to her side. She sat on the bed where Tilly draped her arm heavily along her leg.
"What you got," she said, cracking a bleary eye open. Jen stroked her hair.
"Water," Jen said, draining the glass.
"Yes, please," Tilly said, smiling drowsily as Jen got up and filled the glass for her.
She brought it back for her as she sat up rubbing her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, and then gulped the glass down.
"More?" Jen said, giving her an amused smile, as she took the glass from her.
"Parched I am," Tilly exclaimed, receiving the filled glass from her hand upon her return to the side of the bed.
"Ah that feels better," Tilly said as she stretched and yawned, pulling herself into Jen's lap, looking up at her, her eyes bright.
Tilly reached up and smoothed her hair behind her ear.
"Ready for cake?" Jen asked.
"I am now!" Tilly said enthusiastically.
Tilly lay back in the mountain of pillows as Jen put the cake down between them. She scooped off a bit with the plastic fork and slipped it into Tilly's mouth. She took a bite herself, they looked at each other, pleasure crossing their faces.
Jen scooped another bite into Tilly's eager mouth, she paused, another piece poised on her fork, she flicked her wrist, the piece flew and landed with a splat on Tilly's belly.
"Oh! Oopsy!" She said innocently.
Tilly's mouth flew open in surprise, "Ah, you totally did that on purpose!"
Jen giggled. She rolled onto her stomach and lavishly licked and sucked the piece off her belly. "Mmmm," she said, looking at her mischievously. "Tiramisu with a side of Tilly, rather good if I say so myself."
Jen draped herself across Tilly's mid section, picking up the fork, she carved off another piece, and as she moved towards Tilly's open mouth, faked her out and instead smeared the piece on her breast. Tilly looked at her, mouth held open, looking down at the cake.
"Oopsy, not sure how that happened," Jen said with an impish grin.
"That was mine!" Tilly protested.
"Aw, too bad, eh?" Jen said, " well, can't let such a good cake go to waste," She slid herself so that we was practically on top of Tilly as she deliberately took her time licking and sucking the cake off her breast, making sure to give her a nipple a tweak with her teeth, making her squirm.
Tilly took hold of the fork the next round, and took a large bite. She carved off another piece, as Jen watched, her chin resting on her folded hands over Tilly's ribcage. She had that piece too, "Hey!" Jen protested.
With her mouth full, Tilly put the fork down and scooped off a piece with her fingers and smeared it on her other breast. She grinned as Jen took her breast in her mouth, catching every crumb she could as she sucked the cake off her.
"Oh, oopsy" she mimicked as Jen looked up. Tilly had smeared the last of the cake across her cheek.
Jen gave her a licentious smirk and moved her face closer for Tilly to lick. Jen turned her head, catching Tilly's warm mouth with her own. Their deep sensuous kisses barely seemed able to fill their ravenous hunger for each others sultry touch.
It was a heated night, drifting off to sleep in each others exhausted arms only to wake and start again. Their hands, bodies, sensuous lips and tongues finding each other, their breathing heavy with their passion.
The murmur of sweet nothings in each others ears as they dipped into their sliding wet pleasure, lips and fingertips tracing along their peach fuzz soft skin, like sacred worship.
All the while, breathing alive inside them, I love you.
Unfortunately, despite their most fervent wish to the Universe for time to stop, too soon the sky grew light. Too soon the world began to wake. Much too soon.