hi everyone here is chapter 3 wanna thank the awesome becky for all her help on this couldn't of done it without you
This is rated M
*Chapter 3
Let me love you
Imogen and Constance looked at each other, both of their faced flushed as Imogen placed a kiss to Constance's lips. She held out a hand and led her love to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Constance pulled Imogen into her arms, feeling her wet clothing sticking to her skin.
Imogen noticed Constance had started to shiver, "I think we need to get out of these wet clothes. You're shivering," she whispered.
"No," Replied Constance, "I'll be fine. I need you right here."
Imogen looked disapprovingly at Constance, "Connie, I can't have you getting sick. Why don't we take a hot bath. It will warm us both up."
"But-" Imogen placed her finger over Constance's mouth.
"Please?"
Constance nodded as Imogen moved her finger away to place a kiss on Constance's lips. She left to run the bath, pulling a towel around Constance to stop her from getting a chill.
Constance took a deep breath as she sat, unaware of what she was holding. She was in a daydream when she heard Imogen shout her name. She sighed as she entered the bathroom.
When she opened the door, Constance couldn't believe her eyes. The room was bathed in a warm orange glow, the light of the candles flickering as her eyes fell on a bottle of wine and two empty glasses.
That surprise was nothing compared to the breathtaking sight of Imogen, already in the bath.
Why am I nervous? I've seen her like this a thousand times, Constance thought as memories of Imogen filled her mind. She heard Imogen call her name and touch her arm, her trailing fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Imogen was worried. Constance was still stood in the doorway apparently in her own little world, a blissful smile on her face.
She called her name again, touching her arm. This seems to rouse Constance from her daydream.
"Connie, are you okay?" Imogen asked.
"Of course."
"Well, come on before you catch your death!"
"What? In there with you? But I thought..."
"Connie! Don't tell me you're shy after everything we've done. Come here." Imogen took Constance's hand, gently stroking Constance's cheek.
Constance leaned into Imogen's touch, the touch she had missed so much.
"I love you."
"Love you, too," replied Imogen.
Constance started to undress with the help of Imogen, stopping every few minutes with a look of worry on her face.
Imogen touched Constance's arm reassuringly, "Stop over thinking, Connie. I've seen all of you before, baby. You're beautiful. It's just us. Please don't let her in, she's can't hurt you. Let me love you."
Constance carried on undressing and soon she was stood there naked. Imogen pressed a kiss to the back of Constance's hand before she climbed into the bathtub.
"Wine?"
"Yes please."
Imogen poured a glass of wine for Constance and herself, then she opened her arms to hold Constance.
She placed a kiss on the top of Constance's head, "You're so beautiful," she said softly, stroking Constance's hair.
"I love you, Imogen." Replied Constance, lifting her head from Imogen's shoulder, looking into Imogen's emerald eyes. Constance cupped Imogen's chin with her hand, whispering, "I love you" as she leant in to kiss Imogen's lips. She put her arms around Imogen. She smelled gorgeous, like rose petals. Her lips tasted like strawberries. Constance kissed Imogen's lips again, enjoying the familiar sweet taste, as she moved her attention to Imogen's cheek, her neck, her shoulders.
Constance stopped, feeling eyes watching her. She looked up lovingly into Imogen's sparkling eyes with a smile. Constance continued running her fingers slowly down Imogen's arm, leaving a tingling trail as she placed a kiss on both of her wrists. Constance moistened her lips, kissing up Imogen's arm. The sensation sent a shudder of pleasure through Imogen and she let out a soft moan as gentle kisses lingered on her shoulder.
"I think we should get out the bath. The water is getting cold."
Constance and Imogen got up from the bath, wrapping a robe around each other, loosely tying them at the waist.
As Constance held her, Imogen slid down Constance's body, both women moaned at the contact. They pulled apart and Constance collected the now empty glasses and the bottle of wine as Imogen lead her into the bedroom; stopping in the hallway to share a soft kiss.
Constance placed the empty glasses on the bedroom table and poured herself and her love a fresh glass. They sat down together and their hands met, their fingers entwining.
"To us." Constance said, raising her glass.
"To our love." Imogen smiled as their glasses clinked together. They both took a sip of their drink.
"Connie, will you dance with me?" Imogen asked as she placed down her glass.
Constance shook her head, "No I have two left feet."
"Please, Babe," pleaded Imogen.
"We might wake Millie," warned Constance.
"Not a chance, Connie. She would sleep through anything." Imogen's eyes sparkled as she pleaded with her love, "Please."
"Alright, one dance, but I'm not finished with you," Constance said.
"I haven't even started with you yet, Connie" Imogen said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. The excitable Imogen let out a joyous groan, "I've found this song and I thought of us," she switched on the CD player which clicked.
How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding started to play as Imogen placed her hands around Constance's neck, pressing her body against hers. Constance ran her hands down Imogen's side and she let out a squeak.
"That tickled." Imogen muttered as Constance raised an eyebrow.
Constance ran her hands over the spot again loving the sound of her beautiful Imogen squeaking in glee at the tickling sensation.
She's happy, I'm happy, Constance thought as she placed her hands on Imogen's narrow hips. Their bodies were pressed together as they swayed slowly, in time with the music, their eyes only on each other.
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I can.
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan.
How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand.
How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far.
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you,
As long as you can.
How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say.
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I may.
The song ended but Imogen and Constance didn't notice; they were in there own world. The moment their bodies touched it filled them both with a tingling sensation. They kissed passionately, absorbed in each other. Constance jolted as she felt something hard hit the back of her knee as they buckled. It was the edge of the bed.
"I love you," Imogen said as she stroked Constance's face, reaching to let her hair free, "How did I get so lucky, to fall in love with a beauty like you?"
"No. I'm the lucky one. You showed me what love is." Constance whispered.
"Well... Let me show you more."
Imogen trailed her fingers down to the dressing gown cord tied around Constance's waist and began to untie it. Constance's stomach lurched and she took a deep breath.
"I won't hurt you. I know it feel like she's watching you. So what if she is? Does it really matter?" Imogen looked deeply into Constance's eyes, "Let her see the love we have for each other." A smile lit Imogen's face, "It's not her fault she's not me."
Constance allowed a smile to caress the corners of her burgundy lips.
"Please Connie, don't let her in. This is about us, right here, right now. I love you. That's never going to change. I just hope if the old bag is watching she's brought popcorn. She's going to be in for a very long night," Imogen leant in to kiss Constance again, "Now where were we?"
Imogen and Constance both ran their fingers down each others body, one hand moving to the tie on each other's robes, the other caressing each other's cheeks.
When their robes fell to the ground, both women took in the other's beauty, in awe of each other.
"You're stunning, Immy."
"You're beautiful," Imogen purred as she wrapped her arms around her nude love, "Lay down, baby. Let me love you."
Constance moved to lay down on the bed. Imogen took sighed admiringly, gazing longingly at her naked lover. Constance's hair had fanned out over the pillow; she looked like an angel fallen to Earth.
"Is something wrong?" Asked Constance, raising her head from the pillow.
"Shh..." Whispered Imogen, placing a finger on to Constance's lips, "I was just admiring your beauty."
"No one is as gorgeous as you," Constance pressed a soft kiss to Imogen's finger. Imogen smiled at her touch, kissing Constance's head, the tip of her nose, her lips.
Constance moaned into the deepening kisses as Imogen began to move her attention to her swan-like neck, her hands slowly travelling down to Constance's breasts, caressing the soft, pale skin. Constance's groans of pleasure filled the room as Imogen traced a finger around her already erect nipple.
Imogen teased Constance's nipple with soft kisses, enthralled in her lover's soft moans. Constance grasped the bed covers, arching her back, craving Imogen's touch. Her lips began to explore further down her body, her lips brushing against Constance's stomach. Constance moaned softly, arching her back as she felt Imogen's touch moving further down her body, towards her throbbing arousal. Constance's eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, as Imogen lay between her legs, running her tongue along her inner thigh.
"More," Constance gasped as Imogen brushed a thin finger over Constance's sex, feeling the wetness already forming, "Immy, please," she pleaded, her hand tangling in the sheets.
Imogen wanted to tease her for just a little bit longer, enjoying hearing her lover begging her for more. She continued to brush Constance with her lips, her tongue, before lightly nipping back up towards her stomach. She turned her attention back to Constance's round breasts, to her rosy pink nipples. She nipped the skin of her neck and began to move across to her shoulder. Constance let out a loud, guttural moan as her eyes flew open to see a smiling Imogen pressing a kiss to her chin.
Imogen brushed her lips against Constance's, pulling gently on her bottom lip as their hands found one another. Their kisses deepened as their naked flesh touched. Their hands entwined as Imogen moved to straddle Constance, "I love you," she whispered.
Constance smiled, rolling Imogen onto her back. Constance was on top, kissing Imogen's lips, "I love you, too," she moaned in between gentle kisses. Imogen, taking advantage of her lover's distraction, rolled Constance back over.
Their lips brushed as they began to move in time together, their hips grinding against each other. Constance moaned loudly as Imogen bit her neck, leaving marks in her wake, deep red against her love's pale skin. When Imogen pulled away, Constance whimpered.
"Be patient," Imogen muttered as she ran two fingers along Constance's sex, teasing her as a finger grazed against her clit. At her touch, Constance let out a hiss, her back arching as she felt Imogen's fingers inside of her.
Imogen went deeper, pushing her fingers in and out of Constance who was twisting her body, trying to allow Imogen more access. Imogen curled her fingers, rubbing the rough patch inside Constance that sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh, Immy..." Constance breathed.
Imogen went deeper, catching the same spot, watching as Constance clawed the bedsheets. Constance let out a groan as she tilted her head back. Picking up the pace, her fingers still going deeper, Imogen could feel Constance's fingers running through her hair as she panted, "Yes, Immy."
Constance's eyes were closed as she felt the pressure building inside of her, ready to explode. She bit down on her lip, letting a louder moan escape. Her body was an inferno, beads of sweat were forming on her collarbone.
The groan that erupted from Constance was all too familiar to Imogen. She knew that was close. Long fingers tugged her hair which made Imogen gasp.
"Come on, baby. Let it go." Imogen whispered as Constance let out another loud moan, "Let me feel you."
Constance moaned as her body arched off the bed. Her fingers, still in Imogen's hair, grasped even tighter as she moaned, beginning to shake as the waves of passion numbed all of her other senses. Her body couldn't take much more. Imogen's fingers rubbed harder.
"Yes! Immy! Yes!" Constance screamed as she climaxed, her body shaking as the waves of her orgasm consumed her.
Imogen climbed on top of Constance, pressing a light kiss to her neck, to her lips, "Shh, baby. I've got you."
Constance found her voice again, "That was... amazing," she said sighing, "You make me feel-"
Imogen placed a finger to Constance's lips, silencing her, "This is what you do to me," she said, taking Constance's hand in her own and leading it down to her own arousal. Constance let out a soft moan as she felt her love's wetness. Imogen smiled at the expression on Constance's face, "Shh, baby," Imogen muttered, cupping Constance's face in her hand.
Imogen leaned down to kiss Constance, who wrapped her arms around her love's neck, pulling her into an embrace. Their eyes met and they knew in that moment that words weren't necessary. Constance placed a soft kiss onto Imogen's forehead as she rolled over. Imogen rested her head on Constance's shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as she descended into the realms of sleep. Constance watched her love with a smile.
"I love you." She whispered, pressing another kiss to the soft blonde hair.