Forbidden

by Emma Nichols

  Iman reached for the button at the top of her dress and undid it. Ash’s hands cupped hers, bringing them closer, and she gasped. Ash was continuing to unclip the row of small buttons along her back, her fingers creating a fiery trail as they moved across the skin beneath the dress. She couldn’t stop the tiny groans she released with every unlocking, her eyes fixed on Ash’s dark gaze.

  Ash slowly eased closer, taking Iman’s parted lips with sensitivity. Tenderly, she captured her top lip, then her bottom, savouring the sweet, sensual surrender as Iman gave herself completely. Her tongue teased across Iman’s teeth, probing, then delving deeper. She groaned as Iman’s fingers passed across the skin at her waist and tracked up her back. Ash pulled back and released the dress over Iman’s shoulders revealing a lacy white bra and her full breasts.

  ‘Ahhh,’ Iman moaned, as Ash’s lips teased the fleshy top of her left breast, and then the right. She gasped as Ash’s hands reached around her back and released the clasp of her bra, allowing it to slide to the floor. Her eyes wild with passion, she smiled seductively. She clasped her hands around Ash’s head and drew her mouth onto her rigid nipple. She gasped again as fire infused her, her hands becoming more frantic; burying Ash’s head more firmly against her breast.

  Ash massaged and flicked at the raised bud, the texture on her tongue guiding the erotic vibrations down to her core. Iman released a scream as her teeth scraped lazily across the sensitive area, fuelling her desire. She pulled away, undid her own bra and removed her knickers.

  Iman removed her underwear and threw herself into Ash’s space. Ash’s mouth was on her again and pushing her towards the bed. As her legs pressed against something substantial, she lost her balance, bounced onto the soft mattress, and started to giggle.

  Ash smiled, sweeping the hair from Iman’s face. ‘You will let me know if you want to stop?’ she asked in a whisper, not knowing how she might manage that request and hoping she wouldn’t need to.

  Iman cupped Ash’s cheek with one hand and stared at her concerned gaze. Pulling Ash down on top of her and claiming her mouth again with increasing urgency, she answered the question. She moved her hand down to Ash’s small, perfectly formed breast, her thumb seeking out the rigid nipple, and started to massage.

  ‘Urrggghhh,’ Ash groaned, her body involuntarily jerking under the passionate touch. Iman pulled her hand back and studied Ash’s dark stare. Ash took the hand and placed it back on her breast, her eyes closing briefly at the contact. When they opened again, Iman was grinning, her fingers teasing the spot, her eyes absorbing Ash’s erotic response. Ash bit down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming out, the flaming fire running a direct line from her nipple to the burning sensation in her clit. ‘Urrmmm,’ she groaned. She shifted them further up the bed and lowered herself down on top of Iman, claiming the mouth that had already claimed her heart.

  Iman groaned at the changing texture of Ash’s nipple against her thumb, aware that her movements seemed to cause a reaction in Ash that was then driving her own senses wild. The surreal sensation intensified the spasms low in her core, and she bucked when Ash’s leg eased between hers. She could feel her warm wetness pressed against Ash’s soft skin, and Ash’s firm thigh against her throbbing centre. She gasped. Ash had moved from kissing her lips and was now tracing a path with her tongue, down to her breasts. The pulsing in her sex was growing stronger, obsessing her, and increasing her desire to be touched, taken.

  Ash pulled up from Iman’s breasts. She wanted to slow things down, but Iman’s wet heat on her leg, and her intoxicating scent, were drawing her in, drowning her. She held Iman’s dark eyes, her fingers lightly caressing and slowly easing lower, watching for any signs that she should stop. None came.

  Iman groaned as Ash’s hand slid between them.

  ‘Mmmmm,’ Ash whispered, parting Iman tenderly, confidently. She studied Iman attentively. Her eyes were shut, and she looked lost in the sensations riding her body. Ash’s eyes closed as she became immersed in the feel of Iman’s wet heat on her fingers. She gently caressed the silky folds, tripping over the bundle of nerves that had Iman jolting. She continued rhythmically circling, easing into the warm space, created by the movement.

  Iman screamed out, and her head lifted sharply off the bed, as Ash’s fingers eased gently inside her. Her head fell back, her body arched and she clamped Ash’s hand with her legs, as she adjusted to the fierce burst of fire that had just flamed through her.

  Ash stilled inside her, waiting, sensing every small movement. She could feel Iman slowly relax in her hand, encouraging her to continue. Exploring, delicately, tenderly, slowly, she made love to her.

  Surrendering to the gentle movements, new sensations gripping her body, Iman cried out. Unable to control the overwhelming feeling, for which she had no name, rising into her chest, tears released themselves onto her cheeks.

  Ash eased out of her, resting her fingers at the soft wet entrance, and pressing tender kisses to her breast, her other hand reaching under her back and around her waist, pulling her closer.

  ‘Don’t stop,' Iman whispered.

  Ash pulled at Iman’s nipple with her teeth, traced circles with her tongue, and sucked at the surrounding puckered skin. Iman was bucking and groaning under her deft touch, enticing her and giving permission for her fingers to explore again. Slowly, sensitively, she slipped inside her, eliciting a guttural groan. Rhythmically she eased in and out, the palm of her hand brushing tenderly across Iman’s clit. She rocked her hips, and her fluids seeped hot against Iman’s leg, providing perfect friction.

  Iman’s hands covered her eyes. Consumed and confused by the fire coursing through her body, insecurity struck her, and she lifted her head off the pillow. She pulled Ash up towards her and kissed her urgently on the lips.

  Ash eased out of the salty kiss, smiled softly, and trailed a finger down the side of Iman’s face, her eyes caressing the flushed cheeks and wide sparkling eyes.

  Iman’s gaze softened, and a tentative smile started to appear.

  Ash moved further up the bed, pulled Iman into her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

  Iman wrapped her arm around Ash’s waist, and snuggled into the warmth, turning her face into Ash’s neck. Comforted by the familiar woody scent, she breathed softly, silently.

  Ash held back the chuckle sitting on the tip of her tongue, but couldn’t stop the beaming grin that graced her face. She pulled Iman closer and allowed herself to dream.

  Iman pulled away a fraction and looked up into the deep dark-blue irises, her heart burning.

  Ash leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips, with every ounce of restraint she could muster, her heart racing at the light contact.

  Iman resumed her place in Ash’s arms and snuggled up again. ‘Mmmm.’ The soft sound lingered in the electric silence between them. She kissed the side of Ash’s bare breast, eliciting a slight flinch. ‘Mmmm,’ she repeated.

  You have no idea. Ash groaned, knowing her heart had taken a leap from which she could never return.

  24.

  ‘Well?’ Amena sat up in her bed, dropped her book by her side and clapped her hands with excitement.

  Iman closed the door quietly, the exhilaration that radiated through every pore in her body, balanced by the sense of overwhelm that had rendered her speechless. If she voiced the joy in her heart, as she wanted to, she would wake her parents. Wake the world!

  Amena patted the space next to her. ‘Come, come! How was it?’

  Iman drifted across to the bed and slumped lazily next to her sister. ‘It was… incredible,’ she said, still riding the high that she didn’t ever want to come down from. ‘Soooo intense,’ she continued, her fingers lightly tracing her lips, connecting her with the lingering touch that remained. Tears of joy welled in her eyes. ‘So…’ she couldn’t find the words that would do justice to the sensual, loving experience she had shared with Ash.

  Amena’s eyes widened, and her hands clasped together in her
lap.

  ‘Wowww!’ Her mouth sat agape as she studied the shift in Iman’s demeanour. She was in love.

  Iman’s smile spanned her face as she held her sister’s inquisitive gaze.

  ‘We touched, and kissed, and…’

  ‘What? And what?’ Amena pushed, eager to hear the details.

  ‘And, it was all so incredible, so out of this world,’ she said, softly. ‘Her lips taste like the finest chocolate you could find. And the woody scent she wears just melts inside my chest. And, when she touches me, it’s so tender, so assured; so sensitive. Like she knows me intimately. And then, the way she looks at me with those intense blue eyes. She’s so beautiful!’ She started fiddling with her fingers, mindful of the arousing feel of Ash’s nipples stiffening with her touch. Heat flamed in her cheeks.

  ‘Wow,’ Amena said again, unable to raise her jaw to close her mouth.

  ‘I know. It was so awesome and so intense,’ she said, as she reflected on the tender, warm feeling that still lingered in her sex.

  Paris? Amena refused to air the question on the tip of her tongue, unwilling to burst Iman’s bubble, and hoping that Ash might give her sister a good reason to stay.

  *

  Ash lounged by the pool in her shorts and t-shirt, entranced by the shimmering on the near-still surface of the water, the crickets chirping loudly. She sipped at the beer in her hand. Its chill didn’t cool her, and the alcohol wasn’t doing much to numb the sensations that were making her body restless and driving her mind senseless. Had she pushed Iman too far? The intimacy they had shared had been beautifully painful for her also, and she hadn’t anticipated that she would react so strongly. She slammed the empty bottle onto the table. ‘Aaahhhh,’ she groaned. She’d gone too far, too quickly. And, yet, she was left wanting, craving, and something else that she didn’t want to face. She headed for the kitchen and cracked open another beer.

  It was so late; she almost missed the light knocking sound. She padded through the kitchen and pulled the front door open. ‘Kate!’

  ‘Sorry, I wasn’t sleeping, and I saw the light on and, I wondered if you wanted a drink.’ Kate stood, her arms wrapped around her body, her eyes unsettled, shifting from Ash to the kitchen beyond. ‘Unless you have company?’ she asked.

  Ash held out the newly opened beer and stepped back from the door. ‘Come in,’ she said. Kate stepped past her, taking the drink and sipping from it as she walked through to the kitchen. Ash followed her and pulled out another beer from the fridge, continuing through to the garden and reclaiming her seat by the pool. Kate sat next to her, and they gazed, silently together. ‘You okay?’ Ash asked, eventually.

  ‘I think so,’ Kate said, still staring into space. ‘I saw Iman leave earlier,’ she added, after a moment’s reflection.

  Ash sat up in the seat, a surge of adrenaline preparing her for the fight she expected was coming. She slugged on the bottle in her hand. ‘Yes,’ she said, but her tone was harsh.

  ‘I’m pleased for you Ash.’ Kate smiled. Her eyes held genuine warmth, and when she reached out and squeezed Ash’s hand, Ash relaxed to the point of smiling back.

  Ash wanted to talk to Kate, share her joy, but didn’t have the words to express how she felt. Struck by a thunderbolt didn’t even come close to it. Vulnerable yes, very open, very raw. Frustrated, yes, but for an entirely different reason. Worried that her heart would be broken, yes, and fighting the urge to retreat and hide. Kate was the last person who had elicited something similar in her, and even then this was a thousand times more intense. So intense she felt she might explode. ‘Thanks,’ was the only word that came out though, and the burning sensation flared deep inside her chest, again.

  ‘I’m going to see how things go with Craig,’ Kate said, sipping her beer, staring across the pool.

  ‘That’s great,’ Ash responded. ‘He’s a good man, and he really cares about you,’ she added.

  ‘He is. And I like him too.’

  ‘Well, that’s a good start.’ Ash clunked her bottle against the one in Kate’s hand, and as their eyes met, they smiled.

  ‘It is,’ Kate said, knowing no one would ever replace the blue eyes staring back at her, and accepting that that part of their journey together was now history.

  ‘Want to swim?’ Ash asked, jumping out of her seat and running straight into the pool. She’d hit the water before Kate had had the chance to answer. When her head emerged, Kate was laughing. ‘Come in. It’s fab.’ Ash dived under the water, and swam to the other end, unhindered by the wet t-shirt dragging against the water’s resistance. Perhaps a few lengths would tame the fire inside her.

  Kate downed her beer and stood. ‘I’ll head off,’ she said, as Ash surfaced again. ‘Thanks for the drink.’

  Ash wiped the hair from her face. ‘You’re welcome,’ she said. Submerging, she swam another length. When she rose from the water, Kate had disappeared. She puffed out hard and continued swimming.

  25.

  The thumping on her front door stirred Ash from a deep sleep. She squinted into the darkness. Four o’clock. What the fuck! She had still been stargazing at two o’clock. The banging came again. ‘Urrgghh,’ she moaned, pulled herself out of bed and staggered down the stairs. Wiping at her eyes, she opened the door and focused into the darkness. Her heart stopped, then raced. Goose bumps raced down her back, and she was shaking.

  ‘Is everything okay?’ Ash asked. Iman’s intense glare answered the question.

  Iman stepped across the boundary and closed the door behind her, her eyes drawn to Ash’s bare legs. ‘I have an hour before I start work,’ she said, stepping into Ash’s space, and pulling her into a deep kiss. Taking Ash’s hand, she led her to the bedroom she had left only a few hours earlier. Iman had dropped her skirt and pulled off her shirt before she reached the bed. She released her bra and pulled down her knickers, and stood naked. As Ash approached, Iman reached for her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. As their lips collided her hands swiftly removed Ash’s underwear, and in one effortless movement, she landed Ash in the middle of the bed.

  The taste of Iman’s minted breath on her tongue excited Ash’s senses, the tingling in her sex creating a sense of urgency that it seemed they both shared. She deepened the kiss without reservation, her tongue delving, and dancing with Iman’s, aware that Iman’s hands were exploring her body. Massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples and sending electric pulses to her throbbing centre. She groaned out, ‘Fuck me,’ and opened her eyes to catch the wild look on Iman’s face.

  Iman lowered her hand to the hot space between Ash’s legs and groaned. Driven by passion and instinct, stronger than the nerves that challenged her to stop, she allowed her fingers to explore the wet heat. ‘Ahhmmm,’ she groaned again at the silky sensation on her fingers. She continued to toy, effortlessly exposing Ash’s centre, pressing tenderly, and easing her open.

  Ash jerked, her eyes focused intently on Iman, the fire in her belly mounting with the steady increase in pressure.

  Iman smiled with the confidence of a competent lover. Holding Ash’s fiery gaze, she plunged into her, groaning again at the sensations pulsing through her fingers, up into her chest and down to her core.

  Ash could feel herself contracting and releasing with each thrust. She didn’t want it to stop, but she needed to touch Iman too. She reached down to the legs astride hers and found Iman’s sex. Circling slowly, drawing her silky fluids, sliding between her folds and pressing gently, she tenderly caressed her.

  Iman groaned at the heightened sensations in her core and the feeling of Ash on her fingers. She tried to focus on her fingers, but something was stopping her, clouding her mind, and preventing her from moving. Ash’s movements were getting faster, stronger. She was teasing inside her, outside her, her thumb dancing with her clit, and it was burning so exquisitely. She was shaking, low in her centre, and the fire seemed relentless. Space and time had stopped. Nothing moved, except the energetic explosion that was now causing her to spasm
. The world had narrowed into a single point of focus, and that was directing the fireworks and sparklers that were shooting from her core up through her chest and up her back, and to Ash, the woman doing this to her. ‘Aahhhh,’ she screamed out, collapsing on top of Ash, wave after wave of aftershocks continuing to pulse through her body, accompanied by a guttural groan that had no end.

  Ash pulled her up into her arms and placed kisses on her eyelids and down her cheeks, lingering on her soft, swollen lips.

  Iman dived into the kiss with a resurgence of energy, her hands beginning to retrace their steps. She lowered herself down to take Ash’s breast into her mouth, teasing the puckered skin and nipple with the flicking her tongue. She cupped the other breast tenderly, her thumb teasing the rippled surface, causing the nipple to rise at her will. She moved across, to give it the same attention with her tongue.

  Ash released a groan and her back arched.

  Iman moved away a fraction, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She was enjoying this very much. She eased her hand down and found Ash’s sex, forming circles with her forefinger, straying into the warm wet fluids, her arousal rising with every delicious contact. Ash’s hips were moving with her, encouraging her to enter her fully. She kissed her way to Ash’s belly, tickled her belly button with the sensitive movements of her tongue, and entered Ash with her fingers.

  ‘Fuucckk,’ Ash cried out, as Iman continued to penetrate her, rhythmically delving deeper. The energy building low in her core was rising rapidly, begging for release, and she had lost any will to contain it. She came hard against Iman’s still thrusting fingers.

  Iman continued to explore, unsure whether to stop or not. She tried to move with Ash, whose body was in spasm. Slipping out of her, she caressed and teased Ash’s clit tenderly, drawing a long, soft moan as Ash started to move rhythmically in tune with her again. Drawn into a trance by Ash’s musky scent, she eased into her and gently penetrated, deeply, twisting her fingers, exploring the silky wet centre. Lost in the sensual touch, the guttural scream that Ash released caused her to freeze momentarily. The hot fluid now bathing her hand caused the bubbling sensation to rise in her chest, but it was the wide-eyed, deep smile on Ash’s face that resulted in the uncontrolled giggle that followed.