She knocked on the door and Felix opened it. He greeted her with a quick hug before Ralph assaulted her, jumping up and down and scratching her legs. It was a hot day, and she was wearing her white Capri pants. Yes, on purpose, she admitted to herself with a mischievous smile. She squatted down to greet the dog and scratched his neck enthusiastically while Felix announced, “We’re having lasagna!” His round, dark eyes were wide open with excitement.
“Cool! My favorite,” Audrey replied with the same energy. Marielle appeared from the kitchen with an adorable pink apron and a matching flush on her cheeks and chest. She was wearing a green tank top under the apron, exposing her freckled shoulders and cleavage, which Audrey’s gaze explored as she continued to Felix, “The first time I tasted your mom’s cooking, it was lasagna. I’ve been hooked ever since.”
Felix shrugged and ran to the dining room table while Marielle approached her with a slow but confident step. “I know. I remember,” she said with a wink. Her eyes were dark with desire, and Audrey’s lips tingled, wanting to kiss her. Marielle put her arms around her neck and pulled her into a hug before she whispered into her ear, “And I’m dying to kiss you too.”
They both knew it would have to wait until they were alone, but they prolonged the full-body hug as long as they could until Felix grumbled with impatience, “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”
“Yes, let’s eat,” Marielle replied as she pulled away from the embrace. She grabbed Audrey’s hand and led her to the kitchen. “So tell me all about your visit with your parents.”
Audrey took the plate Marielle had prepared for Felix and took it to the boy with a semiserious warning. “No lasagna for Ralph, okay Felix? It’ll ruin his white mustache.” She went back to the kitchen without waiting for an answer and started recounting the discussion she had with her parents while they fixed their own plates and joined Felix at the dining room table.
Marielle listened with genuine interest as they ate and marveled at Audrey’s narration. “Wow, I’m so happy for you, b—” She stopped herself, and Audrey couldn’t help but chuckle. “Audrey,” Marielle corrected. “I’m so happy for you, Audrey.”
“Thank you. I’ve spent so many years avoiding them, and for what? How did it help? It didn’t at all. If I’d faced them and their fears years ago, we would have made it to where we are now so much faster.” She glanced quickly at Felix and saw he was completely oblivious to their conversation, too busy with his food and Ralph begging at his feet. She looked up at Marielle, who gave her an encouraging nod, indicating she should continue. “It got me thinking, Marielle. I’ve spent my life avoiding everything, not just my parents. I’ve avoided people in general, I’ve avoided conflict.” She paused before adding in a softer voice, “I’ve avoided love.” She looked straight into understanding eyes. “It got me nothing at all. I don’t want to spend my life avoiding stuff anymore. Whatever it is, good or bad, I want to face it.”
Marielle reached across the table and covered Audrey’s hand with hers, then squeezed it lightly. “That sounds like a wonderful plan.”
They were lost in each other’s stare until they heard a truck pull into the driveway.
“It’s Dad,” Felix exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
“Wait a minute,” Marielle ordered, standing up and catching her son before he got to his Spider-Man book bag. “Look at me, young man.” He turned to her, and Audrey smiled at the sight of the orange circle around his mouth. “That’s what I thought,” Marielle said. “Let’s go clean that.”
They disappeared into the bathroom, and Audrey took a look under the table, not surprised to see the same orange color in Ralph’s white mustache when he looked at her with his big, guilty, brown eyes. She laughed. “We’ll take care of you later, silly mutt.” She started picking up the empty plates and took them to the kitchen. Marielle came back from the bathroom with Felix and made sure he had the backpack with his clothes before walking him outside. Audrey rinsed the plates and silverware before loading the dishwasher, unconsciously working faster when she heard Sam’s truck pull out of the driveway. When the front door opened and closed again, her heart skipped a beat. Alone. They were alone.
Marielle joined her and helped her clean. They worked in silence for long minutes until the kitchen was spotless. Marielle then removed her apron and leaned her hip against the counter, finally looking at Audrey. Audrey turned to face her and asked, “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Marielle laughed and moved forward to throw her arms over Audrey’s shoulders nonchalantly. “What? Why would you be nervous? I’m the newbie here.”
Audrey laughed in her turn, slowly relaxing. She put her arms around Marielle’s waist and pulled her closer. “I’m nervous because it’s you. Because I’ve wanted this for so long, I want it to be perfect. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Marielle’s expression became serious, and she pushed her body against Audrey’s. When their breasts pressed together, they both fought for breath. Marielle’s mouth was just inches from hers, and when she spoke, her breath was warm on Audrey’s lips. “You can’t disappoint me, baby. Just let me touch you. I just want to touch you so bad.”
Audrey felt her pulse between her legs and closed the gap between them to take Marielle’s lips. The kiss wasn’t slow and sweet as she’d imagined; it was rough and hungry, and when Marielle’s tongue demanded entry, she didn’t resist. She was used to taking control in previous sexual encounters, but when she found herself pushed against the kitchen counter and trapped by Marielle’s body pressing against hers, Marielle’s raw lust was such a turn-on she gladly surrendered all power. She gave a primal grunt when Marielle bit her bottom lip as she pushed her thigh between Audrey’s, pressing against her sex. By then she was certain the wetness there had soaked through the white fabric.
Marielle placed her hands on the counter on each side of Audrey and pulled from their kiss. She pushed her upper body off Audrey while at the same time pressing her pelvis harder into Audrey. The hooded eyes that stared at her were burning holes through her skin. The voice that came out of the full lips reddened by passion was coarse. “God, you’re so beautiful. I want to see all of you, Audrey. Touch all of you.”
Marielle didn’t waste any time taking what she wanted, rapidly unbuttoning Audrey’s sleeveless shirt and making it slide down her shoulders to the floor. Audrey was almost overwhelmed by the want in Marielle’s beautiful face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes black, her breath heavy. When she reached behind Audrey to unhook her bra and expose her small, round breasts, Audrey could swear she felt heat on her skin, and her nipples hardened even before Marielle lowered her mouth to her chest and sucked one in, swirling her tongue delightfully around the erect bud. Marielle moaned, still feasting on her breast, and Audrey let her head fall backward, happy to let Marielle take all of her. She was shocked in the best of ways at Marielle’s assertiveness. There was absolutely nothing uncertain or tentative about her touch. In fact, Marielle was giving her so much pleasure her knees were getting weak, and she thought she would enjoy the attention even more if they were in bed.
When Marielle moved her mouth from her breast to her neck with gentler kisses, she dared to ask, “Marielle, sweetie, could we move to the bedroom? I don’t think I can stand up much longer.”
Marielle looked up into her eyes with a proud grin. “Does that mean you like what I’m doing?”
“God, I love what you’re doing, everything you’re doing,” she murmured. “Please take me to bed and keep doing it.” Her own plea surprised her. She’d never been one to beg, but she missed Marielle’s mouth on her so much already, she almost regretted stopping her.
Marielle took her hand and walked swiftly to the bedroom, where she immediately started kissing Audrey again, not relinquishing any of the dominance she’d established.
Marielle pushed her toward the bed, and when the back of Audrey’s legs finally touched the mattress, Marielle stopped h
er from sitting down by going for the button and zipper on her pants.
“As sexy as these are, I want them off,” she said as she pushed them to the floor, followed by her underwear.
Audrey lay down on the bed, completely naked yet strangely not feeling exposed. She watched as Marielle’s gaze traveled down her body and enjoyed the sheer hunger she saw in Marielle. She’d never felt so wanted, and it was a high she never wanted to come down from.
Before Marielle could join her on the bed, Audrey wiggled her index finger in front of her. “Wait a minute. That’s not really fair, now is it? I’m totally naked, and you still have all of your clothes on.”
She meant to be playful, but the sudden change in Marielle’s expression made her regret her words. In one instant, Marielle had gone back to the self-conscious, shy woman Audrey knew so well. She sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Marielle closer, her arms around her waist and resting on her wide hips. She looked up into insecure eyes. “Sweetie, it’s okay. I love your body. I want to feel your skin on mine. But if you’re not ready, it’s all right. No pressure, okay? I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s silly, I know. I want to feel your skin on mine too. Just, please, don’t look at my fat.” She removed her tank top and let her shorts fall to the floor next to Audrey’s pants. Audrey took a deep breath and kissed the nude, round stomach tenderly. Marielle flinched, clearly uncomfortable.
Audrey looked up into her eyes again and let her hands fall to the ample bottom she’d been fantasizing about for so long. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, Marielle. I fell in love with your body the moment I saw you the day you were moving in. Please believe me.”
Marielle’s half smile told Audrey it would take more than one night to convince her. She let her hands travel up Marielle’s back until she reached her bra and stopped. “May I?” A hesitant nod was her answer. She unhooked the bra and discarded it. When Marielle’s full breasts fell in front of her eyes, she felt as though all the air had been sucked out of her. Her mouth was dry. “You’re so fucking gorgeous” she thought she said before bringing her mouth to the soft flesh she was more than ready to taste. Her lips had barely made contact with warm skin when Marielle grabbed her arms and pushed her back onto the bed. Audrey was about to protest until she felt the weight of Marielle’s body on her, the large breasts covering hers, and the thigh pushing against her wetness. She closed her eyes and gave in to Marielle.
Marielle devoured her mouth again, followed by her breasts, leaving Audrey breathless. She thought she couldn’t hold on much longer when she felt Marielle’s hand on her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart. The hesitation Audrey had expected in Marielle’s touch briefly showed up as her hand moved up her thigh, getting closer and closer to the center of Audrey’s need. When her hand cupped Audrey’s sex, however, Marielle gasped and regained her purposeful firmness. She let a finger slide up and down the wet folds, and Audrey started shaking when she brushed her clitoris.
“Oh God, Marielle, this feels so good.”
She opened her eyes to look at the woman giving her such bliss and was shocked to see Marielle’s eyes filled with tears.
“I can’t believe how wet you are,” Marielle said when she realized Audrey was looking at her. “I could touch you like this forever.”
“I won’t last forever, Marielle. Please, I need to feel you inside.”
Marielle sharply inhaled at Audrey’s request and found the opening, where she let one finger enter, then two. Audrey moved her hips to help her lover set the pace she desperately needed. Marielle moved her fingers instinctively, and when she brushed her thumb against Audrey’s clitoris at the same time she pushed deep inside her, Audrey went over the edge. She moaned, grunted and heaved, her entire body shaking with every spasm of her orgasm. Marielle stayed inside her as she kissed Audrey’s mouth tenderly, lovingly, and Audrey barely registered the tears falling freely down Marielle’s cheeks.
* * *
Marielle rested her head on Audrey’s chest, enjoying the intimacy of their nude bodies in bed together. Her fingers were still inside Audrey, feeling every tremor of the lingering orgasm. When Audrey’s muscles relaxed completely around her fingers, she reluctantly and slowly removed them from the wet warmth. She couldn’t believe how easy it had been to please Audrey, how natural it was to touch her, to ignite her body, to make her come. She moved her hand to the flat stomach, which was still fluttering with Audrey’s ragged breathing. Audrey cradled her chin with one hand and guided her face up toward her. Marielle granted the gentle request and pressed her lips to Audrey’s again before studying her face for a moment, taking pride in Audrey’s expression of utter satisfaction.
“I love you,” she whispered, finding no other words more appropriate.
“I love you too,” Audrey answered in a voice that sounded intoxicated. She’d never looked more beautiful.
In a movement Marielle didn’t expect, Audrey rolled to her side and forced Marielle onto her back. She tensed up instantly, which she found extremely frustrating. She could feel the throb between her own legs, the abundant moisture of her own arousal. She wanted Audrey to provide the release she deeply needed, but she couldn’t help her body’s reaction. Marielle closed her eyes and tried to focus on the pleasure the lips at her neck should be giving her. It worked, for an all too brief moment, but when Audrey’s warm mouth moved down to her breast and approached a nipple, all of her muscles contracted, and not in a pleasant way. She grabbed Audrey’s shoulder and rolled her back under her. At Audrey’s alarmed look she offered a playful smile. “Hold on a second, missy. I’m not done with you.” She kissed Audrey’s lips, and when she looked into her eyes again, Marielle was relieved to see her scheme had seemed to work. The puzzled look had been replaced by renewed desire that Marielle only strengthened when she whispered sensuously into Audrey’s ear, “I want to taste you.”
The small whimper that escaped Audrey’s mouth was all the encouragement she needed. Marielle slowly kissed her way down between Audrey’s breasts to the stomach she both envied and adored. She let her tongue explore Audrey’s belly button, causing a shiver through her lover’s perfect body. When she got closer to the neatly trimmed triangle, the scent went straight to her head, and she felt inebriated. She curled her hands around Audrey’s hips and settled between her thighs, teasing her with her breath.
“Please, Marielle,” Audrey begged.
Marielle took one more deep, heady breath before lowering her tongue to the soft folds, and she couldn’t help a moan of pleasure at the first taste. Just like when she’d touched Audrey, she felt confident moving her tongue into the wetness without a doubt that she was doing everything she should. Audrey’s increased panting and grunting proved her right. She sucked the engorged clitoris into her mouth, licking it with a soft, then harder tongue. She varied her rhythms, wanting to make the moment last, wanting to savor Audrey for as long as she could.
Still much too soon, Audrey moved her hands into her hair and held Marielle in place as she pushed her pelvis against her face. Her breathing was out of control, her moans louder and demanding.
“Please don’t stop?” she asked, and Marielle couldn’t refuse. She kept her mouth to Audrey’s clitoris as she slid a finger inside her, pushing her to another orgasm, stronger than the first one. She licked Audrey and fucked her through her climax, until Audrey’s thighs tightened on the sides of her face, forcing her to hold still. She dropped her head to Audrey’s thigh and stayed there, focusing on the contractions around her finger, enjoying each of them until the very last one.
“Shit, Marielle, are you sure you never did this before?”
She laughed at Audrey’s question, slowly removed her finger from her new favorite place on earth and climbed back up to Audrey’s beautifully relaxed face. “One hundred percent sure. But I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now. I have lots of practice in my mind.” Her cheeks heated at the confession, and she burrowed her face into Audrey’s neck to hid
e her bashfulness.
Audrey put her arms around her and held her tight, giggling. “Well, I’ve been practicing a lot of things in my mind too, you know, but I think you just about killed me,” she said in a sleepy yet sexy voice.
Relieved, Marielle settled her head on Audrey’s shoulder and caressed her stomach gently. “It’s okay, baby. We have plenty of time.” She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “I have to get up in five hours anyway. Let’s get some sleep.”
Audrey’s breath was already getting deeper, and she slurred her words when she said, “Okay, but tomorrow it’s your turn.”
Marielle’s chest tightened for a moment, but sleep soon claimed her, releasing her from the panic Audrey’s promise had generated.
Chapter Ten
Audrey woke up to find nothing but a tiny, white, furry body in bed with her. She sighed with disappointment, mumbling, “Morning, Ralph.”
The dog opened his eyes briefly, looked at her sideways and sighed dramatically before going back to sleep, as if saying, “I’m not that excited to wake up alone with you either, woman. Now leave me alone.” Audrey laughed at that thought and ruffled the hair on top of his head as she sat up, suddenly feeling the delicious ache of every muscle that had contracted in ecstasy the night before. She couldn’t erase the silly grin on her face as images and sensations came back, flooding her mind.
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