Simple Complexity

Part 10

'Your hair,' Erin murmured, eyes closed, 'take it out.'

Holtz pulled her mouth away, body still pressed against her, and she began to pull pins and clips from her hair, her eyes not leaving the brunettes. Erin's eyes moved down to her lips and then back up, watching as curls began to fall, framing the blonde's face. God she was beautiful, she thought, perfect. Flawless.

'You okay?' The blonde asked smiling, as she tossed the hair accessories in the direction of the bedside table and they scattered the hardwood floor.

Erin paused and then nodded.

'As slow as you want okay.'

Erin nodded again and she pulled the woman into her, fingers sliding into her curls.

'You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,' Erin breathed as Holtz cupped her face with both hands, pulling her mouth into hers. They kissed hard, tongues deep, lips messy, needy. The insatiable hunger they had for each other releasing in a mix of moans, whimpers, and hot breath. Erin's fingers tightening and tangling in the long blonde hair. Her mind went back to seeing her walk down the stairs, her hair long, naturally wavy, how it's framed her features, she'd looked majestic, like an angel and Erin remembered not being able to take her eyes off her. And then Erin accepted that she actually never took her eyes off her, she never did. She was always looking at her, gazing at her. She knew every inch of her face because she was always glancing at her, her eyes trailing eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, chin, and hair.  And now to have the long-haired beauty in front of her, holding her, her fingers twisted in the golden locks was incredibly satisfying, and it turned her on.

Holtzmann pressed her body harder against Erin's. The only light in the room being the silvery moonlight that shone through a window, its shadows casting magic over the two bodies as they moved. It wasn't the first time the moon had given them its lunar blessing, their midnight picnic, dancing and secret cinema had all been bathed in the night's glow, making this moment just as flawless.

Holtzmann wanted to see Erin, see every part of her, memorise every dip and mark, line, and scar, she already had the image of the woman burned into her mind. The perfect woman, the one she loved. Erin was a book, a story a poem and Holtz had already memorised every line. She knew they had time, so much of it. A lifetime for her to look and touch, to let her eyes wander. To touch and to taste and to love. She wanted to love Erin in every moment, show her love in every moment.

Holtz paused, pulling away from her slowly, staring at her, gazing at her.

'You okay?' Erin asked, her hands stroking the woman.

'I think I have performance anxiety.'

Erin laughed softly.

'Jilly it's me.'

Holtz chuckled, tiling her head down.

'That's the problem.'

Erin pulled the woman into her with a soft sigh.

'And you don't think I'm nervous?'

Holtz chuckled, Erin joining in.

'You're my world Er, you know that right.'

'You're mine too beautiful.'

Holtzmann pulled Erin into her arms, stepping her back from the door, sliding her hands down her sides, to her hips, thighs bringing them back up. Hands moving to hold her face, letting their kisses deepen further. Their kisses were slick, hot, breathy and hands were gliding over bodies, grabbing waists, arms, and clothing.

'You're so beautiful,' Erin murmured between kisses, Holtz smiling in response.

The blonde dragged her fingers down the woman's arms again, brushing the cotton of her shirt and then skin, sliding her arms to Erin's waist, her fingers stroking the space of skin between t-shirt and shorts, and she shivered softly, their lips still connected.