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"How long are you in town?"
Morgan took a sip from her soda. "Just until Tuesday."
Well, that was convenient for a weekend indulgence. Amelia nodded. Before she could speak, the waitress came to take their orders.
When they were by themselves once more, Morgan met Amelia's eyes. "So, you took over the shop from your Mom?"
Amelia's jaw tightened. "Uh, yeah. She passed away a few months ago," she said flatly.
"Oh. I'm so sorry," Morgan reached out and touched Amelia's hand. Although they were words she'd heard so many times over the course of time since her Mother's death, it felt authentic coming from Morgan.
"Thanks," Amelia smiled honestly. A question was nagging in her mind and she figured it was an appropriate time. "What's the bride to be up to? I hope she isn't too mad I stole you."
The light above illuminated tiny specks of gold in Morgan's eyes and Amelia felt nearly entranced as the woman spoke. "Allison's off galivanting with her fiancé, Doug so she doesn't mind, or notice. She's so damn excited about all this."
Amelia thought about the stark contrast between Morgan and her sister, Allison and spoke before she thought about what was coming out, "So, you and your sister...," she trailed off considering how inappropriate it was.
Morgan's fingers caressed the back of her hand as if to placate her embarrassment. "It's okay. I know we hardly look like siblings. My dad passed away when I was a baby. He was a firefighter, went into a burning building and never came out. My Mom said he was an incredible person. She met my stepdad, Allison's dad, when I was like four. He's such a great guy and makes her really happy. He's treated me like his own since the beginning. I'm still very much apart of my father's family, though. My Abuela lives in Allentown and I visit her as much as I can."
Amelia nodded, her cheeks hot and visibly flushed under the dangling light fixture above their table. They fell into amiable conversation about the town. A deep discussion on the politics after Superstorm Sandy, how it affected Morgan's client base and their properties. Amelia told her of her mother's struggle to maintain business during the recovery stage and haggling with the insurance company.
Morgan didn't move her hand from Amelia's until the waitress placed their fish and chips on the table.
After they'd finished their dinner and paid, Morgan covering the bill against Amelia's protests, they ambled their way down the sidewalk to the parking lot. "Where did you park your car?" Morgan asked as they entered the packed lot.
"I walked. My place isn't too far from here and I knew it would be a pain in the ass to find parking," she gestured to the piece of plywood with 'LOT FULL' spray painted on it at the entrance of the lot. Morgan raised her eyebrows and nodded her understanding. When they reached her sister's Prius and she unlocked the doors, Morgan made for the passenger door, intending to open it for Amelia.
Amelia had other ideas. She grabbed hold of Morgan's arm and spun her around to face her, pressing her lips firmly to the taller woman's, her tongue dragging across Morgan's lower lip. Morgan slipped her hand behind Amelia's neck, pulling her deeper as she parted her lips.
A group of teenagers passed by them, giving a loud whoop and a whistle. "Get a room!"
She pulled back and met Morgan's eyes.
"Is it too early to redeem that rain check?"
****
The drive to Amelia's condo was quicker than Morgan anticipated, but she wasn't about to complain. She'd been thinking about the woman since their kiss the day before. No, it began when she first saw the brunette standing in the flower shop, surrounded by the fragrant bundles of foliage. Now, she couldn't hush the thrumming desire pulsing through her body as she watched Amelia walk up the stairs to her condo, wanting to rake her nails down those powerful thighs.
As they entered the quaint space, Morgan took in the various decorations on the walls and the furniture. They had all the same feel: seaside rental. It reminded her of the beach house her aunt rented each summer, pre-furnished with what one would expect in such a home. Seashell colored furniture, beige carpet, water landscapes hanging from the walls, sand dollar coasters on the glass coffee table.
"It's not much, but it's what my Mom left me aside from her business," she explained, taking her flats off, a light flush creeping into her cheeks.
Morgan found her mild embarrassment adorable and wanted to ravish her right there in the living room, but simply nodded. "I like it," she replied candidly. Amelia smiled before heading toward what Morgan assumed was the kitchen, the sound of the refrigerator opening once she was out of sight.
"Do you want something to drink? I've got beer, wine, you name it. I should've warned you that none of the restaurants in town serve alcohol," she called out. She didn't need to call out because Morgan stepped into the kitchen. Coming up behind Amelia, she slipped her hands over Amelia's waist and pulled her flush with her body, her breasts pressing against Amelia's back.
Her lips found Amelia's neck and she left dainty kisses, eliciting a moan from her. "I knew that, and it was still a wonderful dinner," Morgan whispered beside her ear.
She felt her shiver and kissed Amelia's neck once more, her tongue licking the seemingly sensitive skin. Wondering how she would respond, Morgan nipped the skin, Amelia moaning louder and relaxing into Morgan's embrace. Flattening her hand, Morgan rubbed Amelia's taut abdomen, lifting her shirt slightly as she dragged her nails across her exposed skin.
She slipped one of her hands from Amelia's waist and toyed at the edges of her jeans, earning Morgan another whimper of pleasure from the woman in her arms. "You're going to drive me crazy," she murmured breathlessly.
Morgan chuckled at this and continued her descent, her other hand joining the fight to unbutton Amelia's jeans. Once accomplished, Morgan's fingers edged beneath Amelia's panties, meeting wetness, much to her delight. "Take me to my bed before my knees give out," Amelia whispered, pulling away from Morgan and taking her hand.
Her bedroom was much like the rest of the house with lots of tan, beige and green coloring, the only offset hue being the bright purple bedspread. Morgan eased Amelia down on the bed, her lips and body covering her, her knees on either side of Amelia's thighs. Amelia gently pushed Morgan back and pulled her sweater off, then moved her hands to unbutton Morgan's shirt.
Morgan watched her with fascination as she worked, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons and exposing Morgan's abdomen and bra. Amelia's grey eyes appeared darkened, tinged with lust as Morgan reached behind herself to unclasp her own bra. Amelia's hands found her hardened nipples, promptly rolling them between her forefingers and thumbs.
Morgan's head went back as she groaned, the pleasure radiating from her breasts to her quickly dampening core and gasping when Amelia leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth. Her warm tongue circled it before she nipped, Morgan growling. She wanted to taste Amelia, to delve between those thighs.
When Amelia let go of her breasts, Morgan snuck her hands up her shirt, urging it up and over her head. Amelia's bra was an adorable pink, tiny hearts adorning the silk just a shade darker than the rest of it. Morgan chuckled, running her fingers over patterns, stiffened nipples appreciable under her bra. Morgan kissed Amelia, her tongue running over her lip, begging for entry.
"Help me with your bra," Morgan murmured. Amelia obeyed, arching her back to allow Morgan to unclasp the straps and remove it. Morgan ran her palms over the hardened nipples, a sigh coming from Amelia.
She awkwardly leaned forward, tracing her tongue over the stiff bud, before sucking, one of her hands teasing the neglected breast. Amelia arched her back again, pressing her breast against Morgan's mouth.
Impatient hands grabbed Morgan's hips, tugging her down against Amelia's raised pelvis. "Morgan, touch me, please," she whimpered.
Morgan scooted down between Amelia's legs, her hands tugging her jeans and panties down, eyes fixed on her glistening lips, taking in the scent of her arousal. Morgan's fingers eased their way up from Amelia's knees to her core, opening her legs slowly as they progressed.
Without preamble, Morgan's tongue traced her slit from bottom to top, flicking her nub. Amelia moaned, fingers tugging Morgan's hair. Morgan's tongue dipped between silken lips and she lifted her eyes to meet Amelia's. Amelia's breath was coming in faster as she watched Morgan feast on her, her cheeks flushed and her hair partially obscuring one eye. Her head fell back when Morgan reached her tongue to her clit again, running long, languid strokes over the hooded flesh.
Fingers tightened in Morgan's hair as she slipped two fingers inside of Amelia, her tongue quickening its pace. "Oh, yes," Amelia gasped, shuddering as her hips bucked. Morgan kept her eyes trailed on Amelia's face, watching her breasts rise sporadically as her orgasm neared. Upping her tempo, Morgan curled and uncurled her fingers as she pumped into Amelia.
Muscles clenched down on her digits and Amelia cried out as her body trembled. Morgan's tongue laved at the nectar, savoring the flavor of Amelia's ecstasy and drawing out another long moan from her.
After her apex subsided, Morgan gave Amelia's mound one more kiss before crawling up to hold her spent lover.
Amelia met Morgan's lips, the kiss soft and tender, quickly becoming hungry and fierce.
"My turn," Amelia met Morgan's eyes, a hand pushing Morgan's shoulder so she lay flat on her back. She obliged and let Amelia command, her fingers dragging across Morgan's naked chest.
Nails ran over stiff nipples and her flat stomach, stopping at her pant line. Morgan reached down to undo the button on her jeans, but Amelia slapped away her hands. "No, I'll do that," she asserted, her fingers already tackling the button and zipper, pulling down her jeans and boy shorts.
Morgan groaned as Amelia's fingers delved into her wet lips without hesitation, drawing her thumb over the swollen flesh of her clit. Her hips jumped at the assault, Amelia slipping two digits inside her. The desire swelled, unfurling within her gut. Despite her near gasping, Morgan cupped the back of Amelia's head and pulled her close, tongue lashing out at hers with ferocity as her peak closed in.
"Oh, God, Amelia," she cried out, holding Amelia's head against her neck as her orgasm took over her body in shuddering motions.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Morgan felt Amelia draw the purple blanket over them, her naked body snuggling close to Morgan. Morgan finally opened her eyes, the room darkened. Amelia watched her with a soft smile and Morgan wrapped her arms around the woman, kissing her forehead.
****
Amelia woke to the soft sounds of Morgan breathing beside her, the weight of an arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Upon opening her eyes, she smiled when she saw Morgan was still asleep, her dark short hair tousled and sticking up in random spurts.
The blankets were pulled up to their waists, their naked upper halves exposed to the warmth of the room around them. She rested her fingertips on the slumbering woman's cheek then outlined her jaw with a delicate touch. Morgan's lips opened with a sleepy moan as Amelia progressed to her neck, barely disturbing the tiny wisps of peach fuzz on her skin. She replaced her fingertips with her lips, kissing below Morgan's ear while her fingers toyed with her bedhead.
Morgan drew a breath and groaned as Amelia's tongue darted out at her lobe. She kissed her jaw, making her way to Morgan's lips. "Mmm. I could get used to waking up like this," she murmured against Amelia's kiss.
She pulled back and inspected Morgan's face. Why did those words stir something so foreign within her? Morgan grinned as she wrapped her arms around Amelia and kissed her again. "You have adorable bedhead," Amelia said.
As Morgan snuggled into her and kissed her head with a content sigh, Amelia realized what she was feeling: she could easily fall for the woman holding her if she wasn't careful and she couldn't care less.
Her hand crept beneath the blankets, nails dancing on Morgan's naked mound, a sharp inhale of breath coming from Morgan. Amelia slipped under the blankets, edging her way down to Morgan's need.
Morgan pushed up on her elbows and looked down at Amelia. "Where are you going?"
Amelia climbed between her lover's legs, her lips brushing the junction of Morgan's thigh and her core, causing Morgan to fall back against the bed. Tiny beads of Morgan's arousal were present on her puffy lips and Amelia drew up the liquid with her tongue.
The moan that erupted from Morgan when Amelia's tongue flickered her clit caused Amelia to groan in response. She tasted delightful and Amelia absently thanked herself for allowing the indulgence in this woman.
With another lick, Amelia trailed her tongue from Morgan's clit to the source of her nectar, being rewarded with another moan and her lover's fingers tugging at her long hair. She dipped her tongue in as deep as it allowed, Morgan's hips bucking slightly in response. Bringing up her finger, she eased the digit into Morgan, her tongue resuming its attack on her clit. She captured the tight nub in her mouth, her teeth nipping. Releasing it, her tongue tenderly circled it.
Another finger joined the other, thrusting into Morgan as she whimpered her encouragement. "Right there. Please don't stop," she hissed, her breath uneven.
Her fingers tightened in Amelia's hair, igniting Amelia's own achy need to devour the woman completely. Morgan's body stiffened, her hand holding Amelia's head to her as she neared her apex. She cried out, her body writhing and hips bucking. Amelia steadily continued her cunnilingus as her lover became unhinged with pleasure, her thighs trembling as Amelia pumped into her.
She slowed her movements, Morgan fully sated and nearly panting as she made her way back up to the head of the bed. Morgan's tan cheeks held a reddened undertone, her eyelids lowered and lush lips parted. Looking over at Amelia, she smiled ruefully before pulling her lover to her with a deep kiss.
Morgan pulled back, smiling again. "Like I said: I could really get used to waking up like this."
****
"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Amelia asked hesitantly as they sat down beside each other on the blanket they'd brought with them. The two had grabbed some sandwiches and drinks from the local sub shop to picnic in a less crowded area at the northern end of the island that Amelia loved. It was one of the only locations that didn't require a beach tag to visit, she had told Morgan.
The beach was located beside Ocean drive, the long bridge connecting Ocean City with the Garden State parkway and neighboring seaside towns. It was nearly deserted when they set up their blanket on the hot sand, barring a handful of people fishing, standing out on the rock jetty and lining the water's edge. They chose a spot and threw the blanket down, unpacking their food before settling.
Morgan sighed, unwrapping her sandwich before answering Amelia's question. "I think a little after noon. I have some business related stuff I've got to take care of before I head back up to Philly," she stretched her legs out on the blanket and Amelia watched her with a hungry gaze that caused her to smile.
"Will you stop by before you leave?"
She wrapped her arm around Amelia, pulling her close, smelling the fruity scent of her shampoo in her hair. "Of course, I will. I wish I didn't have to go back so soon, but I'm supposed to be in the office later tomorrow for a meeting. I'm hoping I can beat traffic and make it back by four," she wanted to stay right there with the beautiful florist as long as possible, but she knew real life was calling. "Maybe you could come visit for a weekend," she offered, praying she wasn't reading the other woman wrong and wasn't being too bold.
Amelia ripped her eyes from the ocean and looked up at Morgan. "I'd love that," she smiled before kissing Morgan.
Lunch finished, and trash cleared, Amelia shoved the blanket in her tote bag and they idly walked beside the water's edge, hand in hand. Morgan swung her flip flops in her free hand, enjoying the soft sand between her toes.
"So, are you still writing?"
Amelia sighed, her eyes ahead of them. "Sort of. I was set to publish a short story in a horror anthology, but I missed the deadline," she paused and looked at Morgan with a sheepish smile, "not once, but twice."
Morgan grimaced, and Amelia chuckled, "I'm sure my agent will find something for me to do."
Morgan thought of something. "I'm no literary genius, but I read a lot. If you wanted someone to shoot ideas off of, I'm your girl."
She earned herself a smile from Amelia. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."
Amelia led her toward the jetty, Morgan halting at the base of the structure. "Uh, you want to go out on that?" Morgan asked dubiously. She quirked an eyebrow at Amelia, the jetty way too sketchy for her to trust.
Amelia laughed, tugging her hand until she followed. "We won't go far."
The stone surface was hot under Morgan's bare feet, the sounds of the surf sputtering against the black rocks soothing. A light mist hit them with each wave that crashed into the jetty, the smell of salt water thick in the air.
The rocks at the edge were covered in a fine layer of green algae, causing Morgan to be hesitant with each step. Finally, they came to a stop, a foot or so away from the KEEP OFF JETTY sign jutting from the rocks. Amelia bent down and sat at the edge of a rock, her feet dangling over the lower rocks and the lapping water. Morgan joined her, carefully scooting to the edge where Amelia had sat so gracefully.
Morgan turned toward Amelia. "It's nice out here," she acknowledged as the water splashed at her feet. The sun shone down on them, a light breeze stifling the heavy heat it normally emitted.
Amelia cleared her throat. "Morgan," she began. Morgan turned to her. "Last night was amazing and I find that I like you, a lot," Morgan smiled at her words, reaching her hand out to take Amelia's again. Amelia's eyes shimmered beneath the rays of the sun, their grey depths a sky blue, Morgan awestruck.
"So, I want more than just this weekend. I wasn't sure how you would felt until you mentioned me visiting. But, I want to take it a little slower. I don't want us to fizzle out before we have a chance at anything," Amelia admitted.
Morgan squeezed her hand, her thumb making circles on the back of Amelia's hand. "I'm more than okay with that," she grinned before kissing Amelia.
They watched a sailboat drift across the surface of the ocean, the white sails billowing in the tugging wind, Amelia's head leaning into Morgan's shoulder.
As much as Morgan wanted to take Amelia back to her hotel room or the condo and devour her again, she kept to her word and they went their separate ways later that evening.
Instead, as the sun began its descent, she sat beside her sister on the balcony of her hotel room in separate chaise chairs.
Allison sighed before turning toward Morgan. "So, the florist?"
Morgan chuckled with a nod. "Yeah. She's actually a published writer. She took over the shop when her Mom died and has been here since," Morgan explained.
Allison pulled her blond hair into a pony tail and scooted down to the end of the chaise she sat in. "I haven't seen you so infatuated for a long time. Do you think it'll work even if it's long distance?"
Morgan made a noise in her nose. "A two hour drive is hardly long distance, Ally. But, I think so. She seems to be just as interested as I am," Morgan felt herself smile as she recalled their little make-out session in the car before she dropped Amelia off at her condo that quickly fogged the windows. So much for taking things slower.
