"Good point," she smirked as she returned to her own seat. "We just haven't... you know... in a couple of days," she murmured as she let out an embarra.s.sed chuckle.

Ryan dropped her half-lidded eyes a little and gazed at her partner. "It's so cute that you're too shy to put a name to it," she chuckled. "But just for the record, it's more than a few days, babe. What with going to bed early so I could study in the morning, and my road trip, we haven't had s.e.x in a week."

"G.o.d, Ryan, I just don't know how we can keep these schedules and still have time for love! How do people manage?" she asked, letting out a frustrated growl.

"Well, I guess the good news is that we still have desire," she soothed softly as she nuzzled against the soft skin on Jamie's neck. "You do have desire, don't you?" she purred as her voice dropped to its deepest register.

Jamie tilted her head back to give Ryan better access to her always-sensitive neck. "Mmm-hmm," she purred as the a.s.sault continued. "I'm hungry for you, baby," she whispered as her hand snuck under Ryan's shirt and started to tease her skin.

"You guys want any coffee?" Mia's voice drifted through the house.

Shaken from their embrace, Jamie gently lifted Ryan's head with both hands and gave her a tender kiss. "I think I can use some, Mia," she called back. "And you can use a cold shower," she decided, kissing the tip of her partner's nose.

It was after eight before Jamie really began to concentrate, and she puttered along until ten without another break. Ryan got out her chemistry text and reviewed some problems for her Friday exam, but she wasn't very concerned. Her mind easily grasped the fine points of chemical properties and their interactions, and she found the undergraduate level cla.s.ses to be almost childishly simplistic, even if she would never admit that to another soul.

Her mind began to wander and immediately turned to s.e.x, as she felt Jamie shift against her. G.o.d, just the slightest touch and my skin tingles, she thought with delight. I am so eternally grateful that I chose a partner who arouses me so thoroughly. I just can't imagine ever growing immune to her allure.

To give herself a better full-length view, Ryan slid back across the long sofa and stuck a pillow behind her back. She tucked her feet under Jamie's thigh, smirking to herself when her partner idly patted her leg.

Jamie was really concentrating, which allowed Ryan to spend some time gazing at her intently. As usual, what attracted her most was the way Jamie's nose wrinkled up when she was really puzzled by something. It was all Ryan could do to stop herself from scampering across the sofa to kiss the adorable little nose, but she behaved herself admirably.

When the smaller woman would solve a problem that was vexing her, the coral-hued lips would curl up in the most delighted smile, sending Ryan's heart into overdrive. I'm not even sure what it is, she idly thought, but something about her attracts me more than any other woman I've known. It's not just her body or her face - it's just the magical sum of all of her wonderful parts.

She found herself beginning to hum a low, slow tune, and after a few moments she noticed that her hips had started to move very slowly against the leather surface. It was quite cool in the house, so she was fairly bundled up, wearing a turtleneck with a hooded navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpants. Because she wasn't planning on going out she had omitted any undergarments, and as her hips moved, she felt the fleece of her pants rub against her sensitive skin as another chill skittered down her spine. I'm gonna have s.e.x tonight, she decided. If Jamie won't play, I'm going solo! But I like it so much better when she touches me... hmm, it's about time for her to pack it up anyway. Maybe I can convince her to have a little tumble, she thought with a smirk.

She continued to hum the song in her deep alto. The chemistry book was placed neatly on the side table, and she spread her legs apart as she sank down into the leather. As Jamie glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, Ryan twitched her hips a couple of times as her opening volley. She detected the little grin that graced her lover's sweet lips, and decided that Jamie was at least moderately receptive to a little intimate connection.

To her surprise, Jamie didn't make any move to acknowledge her gyrations. I'm getting the definite impression that someone's feeling a little voyeuristic, Ryan decided. She considered the issue, and found that she didn't mind putting on a show for her partner - in fact, she found the idea quite compelling.

She had never just laid back and m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed in front of another woman, even though she had helped in one way or another quite a number of times. As she had mentioned to Jamie a few weeks earlier, her childhood feelings about her grandmother's censure concerning masturbation had never really vanished, and she was a little embarra.s.sed to show her need. But Jamie was so completely trustworthy that she decided to push her boundaries a little and demonstrate how she performed this most private act.

Ryan wasn't really sure where to start, since she was trying to entertain as well as excite herself. When she was alone, she usually just fantasized and waited until she was wet and then started to touch herself. But she didn't think that would create enough visual interest for her partner. She knew this was as much about pleasing Jamie as it was getting off, so she decided to add a few flourishes that she didn't usually partake in.

She continued to hum the low song as she wet her index finger and thumb and slid her left hand under her shirts. A small gasp snuck out of her mouth as her cold fingers. .h.i.t her warm nipple, and her face curled into a s.e.xy grin. After a few tentative squeezes, she opened her hand and grasped her breast firmly, tugging on it with increasing pressure. A low moan came from her as her right hand joined her left, and she began to play with both b.r.e.a.s.t.s simultaneously. Umm... this feels good, she said to herself. Maybe I've been missing something by neglecting my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Still not a word from Jamie, but she noticed that a page had not been turned since she began her little tease.

Going for broke, she dropped her head to the back of the sofa and started to sing the tune she had been humming. It was a song she hadn't heard in quite a while, but the lyrics were absolutely on point.

I love myself I want you to love me

When I feel down I want you above me

I search myself I want you to find me

I forget myself I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself

Ooh, I don't want anybody else. Oh no, oh no, oh no

Continuing to sing, Ryan caressed herself between her legs through her sweatpants. She could feel her heartbeat pick up as she pushed her hand against herself with a forceful intensity, her hips grinding hard against the leather.

She was getting into the act now, but she remained mindful of her engrossed though silent audience. Jamie's eyes were burning into her, but she acted as though she were all alone, satisfying only her own needs.

You're the one who makes me come running

You're the sun who makes me shine

When you're around I'm always laughing

I want to make you mine

I close my eyes and see you before me

Think I would die if you were to ignore me

A fool could see just how much I adore you

I get down on my knees I do anything for you

Her feet came up onto the coffee table as her left hand slid down her hard belly and slipped under her waistband. "Oh, yeah," she mumbled as her head dropped back again and her eyes languidly blinked closed. Her fingers slipped down to gather the blossoming moisture, and she heard the leather squeak loudly when Jamie slid off the sofa. She heard the rough sc.r.a.pe of shoes against the carpet, as her partner scooted across the floor to settle right in front of her.

Ryan took the opportunity to slide around and lie down, with Jamie still in place next to her hip. Now that she had a little room to move, she slipped her sweats down, and sighed when her legs fell wide open. The satisfied growl that arose from her when her hand touched her moisture was almost too much for Jamie to take. Watching Ryan pleasure herself was more exciting than she had would have thought possible, and keeping her hands to herself was remarkably difficult. She finally stuck her hands under her thighs, just to prevent an involuntary grab.

Ryan's tremulous voice gasped out the last few stanzas of the song, her low, s.e.xy tones giving the tune a whole new sound.

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself

Ooo, I don't want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no

I want you, I don't want anybody else

And when I think about you I touch myself

Ooh, ooh, oo, oo, ahh

As the last ahh turned into a l.u.s.ty groan, Jamie lost her struggle and grasped Ryan's shirts, tugging them up above her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her hungry mouth latched onto a full breast, suckling greedily while Ryan continued to purr.

The dark woman was so into acting out her role, that she didn't tacitly acknowledge the warm, wet mouth that was practically swallowing her breast. Jamie was making an incredible variety of s.e.xy sounds, smacking her lips noisily while she fed, and Ryan just laid back and enjoyed them fully.

Ryan could feel the desire and heat that radiated from her lover, and she felt herself crest unexpectedly - the feeling rushing through her body like a wildfire. She was pulsing and throbbing against her own fingers, the feelings magnified by the rabid desire she felt flowing from her partner.

Without warning, Jamie was on top of her. "You make me so hot," she whispered roughly against her ear as she pinned her to the sofa.

They wrestled around on the supple surface for a few minutes, kissing madly as they shared the unbridled pa.s.sion that was flowing between them.

Small hands flew to her fly, fumbling with the zipper while her mouth remained locked upon Ryan's. She groaned in frustration, unable to contain her need for her partner's touch.

Ryan's hands joined hers, aiding her quest. Soon Jamie's jeans were pushed down, and Ryan's strong fingers effortlessly snapped the thin bit of fabric over each hip, flicking the panties to the floor. She raised her leg, grasped Jamie by the hips and settled her against her muscular thigh. The smaller woman let out a satisfied growl as her sizzling flesh met the smooth, toned column of skin, bone and muscle; and her head tossed back against her shoulders.

Questing hands reached down, both to steady herself and eagerly cup Ryan's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing the flesh rapaciously. Ryan's hands covered Jamie's, urging her on with whispered entreaties and her smolderingly hot gaze.

The curvaceous hips were beating out a strong rhythm, the friction building swiftly. Jamie began to grunt with each thrust, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swaying tantalizingly before Ryan's gaze. The larger woman reached up and grasped them hard - giving them a powerful squeeze. Jamie's eyes saucered, then she cried out l.u.s.tily, her voice finally drowning out the persistent squeak of wet bodies sliding against well-worn leather.

She collapsed abruptly, knocking the wind from Ryan's lungs. The larger woman recovered quickly, and she wrapped her enervated partner in her strong arms and rocked her gently. "d.a.m.n, that was fun," she murmured into Jamie's ear.