Deep in Desire: A Sapphic Age-Gap Romance

Deborah brushed her fingers across Holly’s lips, her eyes searching Holly’s for any sign of regret. But Holly smiled, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence.

“I’m wet just at the thought of you,” Holly said softly, her voice steady and full of promise. “You didn’t answer me back at the bar. Are you going to my mom’s big boat bash later?

Deborah nodded and smiled.

“I’m sure Sasha will be putting on quite the buffet, but I don’t want you to touch it.”

“And why’s that?”

“You’ll be eating me instead.”

“Holly?”

“Yep?”

“I’d like that.”

The yacht was a picture of luxury, anchored in the harbor with its lights reflecting off the water. Esme and Nora greeted them warmly. Dressed in a tailored red power suit, Nora exuded an air of authority and control. Her hair was perfectly styled, and her piercing blue eyes took in everything with a discerning gaze. Holly couldn’t helpbut feel a pang of guilt at the sight of her mother’s happiness with her new wife. They seemed like such an odd match. The hippy and Ms. Tailored Suit, but she’d never seen her mother so enamored. She half hoped her mom would never find out about her relationship with Deborah. What if it broke her heart? But she also knew that it would be inevitable if things were to move forward with her new lover.

“Welcome aboard!” Nora said, extending a hand to Holly. “I’m super excited you could join us.”

“Thanks, Nora. This yacht is beautiful,” Holly replied. “You guys are leaving me everything in your wills, right?”

“Holly, the bar’s over there, honey!” laughed Esme, pulling her daughter away from her wife.

As Holly ordered an espresso martini at the bar, she chatted with Harper, another of her mother’s university friends and a successful talent scout. Harper’s demeanor was professional yet guarded. Holly could sense the insecurities beneath her polished exterior and started feeling kinship with her.

“So, Holly,” Harper said, her voice warm butcautious. “What kind of work are you interested in?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Holly admitted. “But I want to explore different areas and see what fits.”

Harper nodded. “That’s a good approach. Don’t be afraid to try new things and take risks.”

As the evening progressed, the conversation with her mother’s friends and acquaintances flowed more easily. Holly felt a sense of camaraderie with these accomplished women and began to relax in their company.

She felt a sudden tap on her shoulder.

“I’m hungry…” whispered Deborah in her ear.

“Follow me. Nora gave me the tour earlier. I know the perfect secluded little cabin.”

The room was luxurious, with soft, pinkish lighting and a velvety bedspread. As soon as the door closed behind them, Deborah pulled Holly into a gentle embrace, her lips brushing against Holly’s ear. “You did great tonight,” she murmured.

“Thanks,” Holly whispered back, her hands trailing up Deborah’s back.

Deborah wrapped her arms around Holly’s waist, pulling her hips closer. She placed small kisses on her lips before making her way slowlydown her neck. Holly found herself almost unable to control her breathing.

“Take everything off. Now,” commanded Deborah with an authority Holly wasn’t expecting.

“Yes, ma’am…”

As Holly took her clothes off as quickly as she could and fell to her back, wide open for Deborah to do whatever she wanted. Deborah wasted no time. She stuck out her tongue, tracing a line down from Holly’s perky breasts to her swollen clitoris. Holly moaned, her hands finding their way to Deborah’s hair, gripping it tightly and pushing her face down into her wetness.

“Fuck me, please. I need you,” she moaned.

Deborah did precisely as she was told, her tongue playing with Holly’s clit as she slipped two fingers inside her, gently sucking as she thrust upwards, moving her hand in a firm, steady rhythm. Holly watched as Deborah lapped up her juices as if they had been denied her for years. Deborah’s other hand moved up Holly’s body, taking a nipple in between her fingers. She moaned into her, blowing air onto her whenever she took a breath to dive in for more. Holly could feel herself tightening around Deborah’s fingersalready, pulling them deeper inside her with every contraction.

“Oh, God! Yes, don’t stop. That’s the spot! Right there!” Holly moaned. She could feel her wetness pouring out of her as Deborah sucked harder. She had seen Deborah get into it before, but never like this. This was a new level of pleasure. She felt so wet and tight and… couldn’t stop begging for more. Her pussy, inside and out, was burning with desire as Deborah continued to tend to her. It was perfect. Holly pushed Deborah’s face down harder and lifted her hips, her desperate need for release growing as a loud moan escaped her.