French Kissing: Season Three

by Harper Bliss

  “Oh yeah? What’s that then?” Juliette asked. They were both still fully dressed. Nadia could tell Juliette was still obsessing over the dog. She needed to make this happen fast. They didn’t have all day. They had an MLR party to crash later.

  “Come here and I’ll show you.”

  Juliette rose from the edge of the bed. Nadia took her hand and brought it to her mouth to kiss her palm, then looked Juliette in the eyes. “I want you,” she said. “I want you so much.”

  “I know,” Juliette whispered. “Me too. I’m sorry—”

  Nadia brought a finger to Juliette’s lips to stop her from talking. “No need for apologies, babe. No need for any of that.” Nadia gazed deep into her wife’s eyes before she started to unbutton her blouse. “Watch me,” she commanded. Slowly, Nadia undid the buttons, relishing Juliette’s intense glare on the skin she was revealing. When Juliette reached out her hand, Nadia said, “Don’t touch me,” with enough menace in her voice to make Juliette back off. They’d barely touched each other the past month and when they had, it had been quick and un-kinky. Nadia had more adventurous plans for them today. It was Sunday. They’d walked the dog already—and had performed their civic duty by voting. The pieces of their life were clicking into place again. It was time this clicked into place again as well.

  Nadia slid her blouse off her arms and started on her jeans next. She kept her gaze on Juliette, trying to interpret what was going on in her glance. Did unwanted images of Dievart flit through Juliette’s mind when she did this? Claire’s affair with the neurosurgeon had obviously rattled Juliette, but it hadn’t done Nadia any favors either. Because she was always the one to pick up the pieces. She was always the one having to display endless amounts of patience. Now Nadia would show Juliette what happened when her patience ran out.

  When Nadia stood in front of Juliette in only her underwear, she said, “Undress for me, babe.” Nadia moved to the bed, sat down, and watched. It was always exceedingly exciting to see how Juliette was torn between the will to greedily comply and her pride that prevented her from doing so easily. Juliette was a marvelous woman to share the sheets with, because her desires were complex and dark and Nadia couldn’t get enough of that.

  Juliette hoisted her top over her head and let it drop on the pile of clothes Nadia had created earlier. Her jeans joined the rest swiftly. Then Juliette brought her hands to her side and stood there defiantly, as if to say, ‘Show me what you’ve got’. As if she didn’t know.

  “I said undress,” Nadia hissed.

  Juliette sank her teeth into her bottom lip before pushing her panties down and getting rid of her bra. Nadia had seen her wife naked a million times, but the sight still floored her every time. Especially the way she stood there now, vulnerable and ready to be told. Nadia had missed this part of their relationship and she was ready to hit that reset button. She was ready for them to start over again—as many times as was necessary.

  “Good,” Nadia said. She had a little trouble keeping her voice from trembling because her eyes were locked on Juliette’s breasts and Nadia could look at those forever. She could tell Juliette had caught on to her arousal, but Nadia would wipe that smirk of Juliette’s face soon enough. “On all fours,” she commanded. Could she still say that with the same effect now that they had a dog? Nadia didn’t care to speculate because in this room of their flat there was only one person in charge—and no dogs, no matter how cute—were permitted entrance.

  Juliette moved onto the bed and assumed the position without hesitation. Nadia took this as a good sign. Juliette didn’t need to be told where on the bed exactly she had to place herself. She knew because she’d been in that spot countless times before.

  Nadia flanked her and ran a fingertip over Juliette’s behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Oh Christ, she was more aroused than she had first believed. Her clit was already thumping wildly against the panel of her panties. Having Juliette undress for her was always such a turn-on—for both of them. It didn’t matter, though. Nadia would take her pleasure later. And she already took so much from this.

  Without warning, she let the flat of her hand come down hard just below Juliette’s buttocks.

  “Ooh,” Juliette groaned as she caught the blow with her body. It was only a tiny, introductory yelp—just like Nadia’s stroke had only been the gentle beginning of many. But first, she traced her fingertip over the spot she had just hit. Juliette’s skin was only a soft shade of pink. Nadia couldn’t wait for it to turn bright red—as if Juliette’s skin was screaming along with her.

  Nadia let her hand come down again, harder this time. Then again, and again.

  “Aah,” Juliette cried out louder now.

  Nadia wanted to ask her to count but when she tried to speak she found there was a lump in her throat that didn’t let the words pass—not in the way she wanted to deliver them anyway. So Nadia started raining down blows to Juliette’s ass, focusing on that one spot where she could also hit a bit of her swollen pussy lips.

  When Nadia stopped, she dragged a finger over said lips and it came away soaked. Nadia wasn’t one for being spanked much herself, but what it did to Juliette—every single time—made her blood beat faster in her veins. She wanted to have her now, this instant. But she waited. She was the patient one. Besides, she wasn’t the only one who had gotten Juliette a present. She’d gotten her two, to be exact. She was ready to bring the first one into play.

  “Don’t move,” she said and turned around to get something from the bedside table on her side of the bed. “Don’t look,” Nadia said when she caught Juliette’s teary eyes. Nadia had trouble looking away herself. Juliette’s face like this, in the throes of total surrender, was one of the most beautiful sights to behold. But Nadia had a more pressing matter. She couldn’t help but shoot Juliette a tiny, comforting smile—just to remind her they were in this together and that she had a surprise in store for her. Then she dug into the drawer and retrieved present number one. Juliette had her eyes closed and Nadia knew for a fact they would remain so until she explicitly told Juliette she could open them again.

  She wasn’t planning on telling her with words though.

  Nadia took the same position she had been in before and admired her handiwork. Juliette’s behind was streaked pink and red. It was a close second in Nadia’s list of most arousing images, coming in just after Juliette’s tear-streaked but satiated face.

  Nadia decided to be stingy on the warnings this morning. She wanted Juliette to be shocked onto a different plain of arousal. Because only then, only when she had physical, tangible evidence that Juliette was beyond ready for the next step, would Nadia bring out the other toy.

  With a force that surprised herself, Nadia whacked Juliette on the butt with the paddle.

  “Oh God,” Juliette shouted, before she crashed through her shoulders and buried her face in the duvet.

  “Sit up,” Nadia said, and she waited patiently for Juliette to recover. Meanwhile, the effects of her actions were starting to destroy her threshold for arousal as well. Nadia’s skin sang with excitement. Her panties were as drenched as they’d ever been. Her clit must have doubled in size by now.

  As soon as Juliette had repositioned herself on all fours, Nadia let the paddle come down on her tender behind again and, as she did, she felt her pussy release a stream of wetness. For the next blow, now that she had gotten used to the handle of the paddle in her hand, Nadia aimed it at Juliette’s sweet spot, where she had started the spanking earlier.

  “Oh God. Oh no. Oh yes,” Juliette yelled. She was getting beside herself. Time to give her a little break.

  Nadia dropped the paddle on the bed where Juliette could take a good look at it. “Do you like that, babe?” she asked. Her voice showed no more signs of tremors. Nadia had reached that space where she could block everything else out and just be this person for Juliette. Be exactly who Juliette wanted her to be. And she knew that this was what had hurt Juliette the most. The fact that she
had allowed someone else to be this kind of person to her. Nadia would never forgive herself for letting that wreck Juliette a little forever. No reason or excuse could ever undo that tiny bit of intimacy she had stolen from them. “Answer me,” Nadia insisted as she brought two fingers to Juliette’s pussy and let them skate along her plump, wet lips ever so slowly.

  “Yes,” Juliette whimpered.

  “Good,” Nadia said. She wasn’t done yet. They’d only just begun.

  Nadia grabbed the paddle again and rained down two hard blows in quick succession on Juliette’s tortured cheeks, then she brought her fingers between her legs again and stroked a bit more insistently this time.

  “Oh fuck.” Juliette’s voice grew high-pitched and Nadia repeated the process of slapping and stroking her a few times until her arms ran out of energy. Nadia threw the paddle on the bed again and took a deep breath. Time for the next step.

  JULIETTE

  Juliette could barely breathe, that’s how hard Nadia had spanked her. She wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days. But, by God, how she had needed that. What was Nadia doing now? This was usually the time when their lovemaking became more intimate, and decidedly softer. But Nadia was making her way to the drawer from which she had previously unearthed that damned painful paddle.

  “Eyes closed,” Nadia said. Her tone had shifted to one of effortless command. Nadia clearly had no doubt in her mind that Juliette would obey instantly. Juliette closed her eyes, which multiplied the stinging sensation on her behind. She longed for Nadia’s soft caress on her blemished skin. Part of her hoped she wasn’t going to add a flogger to the scene next and part of her sort of hoped that she would.

  Juliette heard Nadia fumble with something behind her but she had no idea what. Her brain wasn’t really in a place where it did its best guessing work. Juliette took the time to catch a few deep breaths, because when Nadia unleashed like this, she knew she’d be waiting long for her next break.

  “Ready?” Nadia asked, her voice low and gravelly.

  “Ready for—” But Juliette never got a chance to finish her question. She didn’t need to either. She felt the toy skim the rim of her pussy and Juliette was so soaked, so ready, her pussy lips encircled the toy effortlessly. A spanking like the one Nadia had just given her always left her dripping wet.

  She knew Nadia wouldn’t go easy on her, but she hadn’t expected her to push inside so ferociously. But Juliette could take it. In here, Juliette could take about anything. It was outside this bedroom door that everything was always so hard on her. It was where she crumbled in an entirely different way than here, at the receiving end of this very, very wide new strap-on dildo Nadia must have bought when she got the paddle.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Nadia muttered. Then she didn’t say anything else but did exactly what she had just said. She pushed high and deep into Juliette, whose arms had trouble catching the strokes her wife delivered. Oh fuck it, Juliette let herself crash onto the bed. It made her behind stick out higher and the dildo penetrate even deeper.

  Every time Nadia thrust inside of her as deep as she could, Juliette felt her thighs slap against the extremely sore spot low on her buttocks. And that fiery, exquisite pain, added to what the dildo was loosening inside of her, and the profound intimacy of this moment, had Juliette reeling in no time.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she started babbling, which was, obviously, a sign for Nadia to retreat. The dildo slipped out of Juliette’s pussy and, immediately, she felt hollow, too empty. Nadia couldn’t stop now.

  “I haven’t told you you could come yet.” Nadia slanted her torso over Juliette’s back and whispered into her ear. Sometimes, in moments like this one, when Nadia gave her a little breather, Juliette wondered how someone as sweet and gentle as Nadia could transform into this person she was inside the bedroom. Did it prove that everyone had two sides? Because Juliette’s two sides were always so out there. She was sweet and understanding one moment while the next she could very well bite Nadia’s head off. Nadia was never like that. She was always so aggravatingly composed. Even now. Or perhaps she wasn’t. It was hard to tell when Juliette couldn’t see her face.

  “Oh Christ,” Juliette screeched as Nadia entered her again, with a bit more finesse this time, but still rough and hard and fast. Juliette waited and waited for Nadia to say the word. She held her breath. Opened her eyes and focused on a stray feather from a pillow that had landed on the carpet. Oh screw it, she couldn’t wait any longer. And if she came before Nadia told her to, she’d just get punished more. It was a win-win, really.

  Juliette closed her eyes and clenched herself hard around the toy while the pain from her bottom radiated through her flesh. Every time the toy touched her deep inside, and Nadia’s thigh reignited the stinging sensation of her ass, she lost herself a little more, until she drifted on a delicious cloud of nothingness. Of just her body being treated to the most divine thrusts and ministrations. Then Juliette couldn’t hold it anymore.

  With a loud, piercing holler she came, every muscle in her body contracting. Nadia didn’t show her any mercy and kept pounding inside of her until Juliette couldn’t scream anymore, until even her voice had grown empty. Totally depleted of energy, Juliette crashed down onto the bed fully, and the dildo finally slipped from her throbbing lips. “Oh, fuck, babe,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath. Lying on her belly, she waited for Nadia to pour her body over her the way she always did after an earth-shattering climax like this. But Juliette’s backside remained uncovered. Somewhere, Juliette found the strength to push herself up on her arms a little and crane her neck so she could look at Nadia. She just stood there, her eyes blazing fire and one hand on the dildo that was slick with Juliette’s juices.

  “I told you to wait,” Nadia said.

  “I’m sorry—” Juliette started to say but all Nadia had to do to make her shut up was hold up one hand.

  “On your knees,” Nadia said. “Right here in front of me.”

  “W-what?” Juliette played dumb. She was also exhausted.

  “On your knees. Now.” Nadia’s tone wasn’t even menacing, just very determined. And the way she stood there, with that, now that Juliette could finally see it, immense dildo strapped to her middle, Juliette didn’t need to be told a third time. She slipped off the bed—because wasn’t there always a tiny reserve of energy to be called upon in times like these?—and kneeled in front of Nadia.

  “Suck it,” Nadia instructed. “Suck it until there’s nothing of your juices left on it.” Jesus. Nadia really did mean business today. Juliette wanted nothing more than to please her and then please her some more if she could. Juliette looked up at her. At her olive skin and how it glistened with sweat. At those glittering eyes that stared down at Juliette. It was—always—all in the eyes. Juliette could always count on Nadia’s eyes when they played games like this, because they were always kind and encouraging and so very, very Nadia.

  Juliette wrapped her lips around the toy and tasted a mixture of herself and silicone. She had to stretch her mouth really wide to take the girth of the dildo into it, but once she did, she started bobbing her head up and down and caught her own juices with her lips.

  “All the way, babe,” Nadia said, and thrust her pelvis slightly into Juliette’s direction. It was enough to make Juliette sputter and let the toy slide out of her mouth. Juliette looked up at Nadia, hoping to find an expression of mercy on her face, but all Nadia said was, “Again.”

  Juliette didn’t take the dildo into her mouth this time but, instead, let her tongue slip around its moist head, then ran it down the shaft. As she made her way down, and her nose approached Nadia’s pussy lips, she could smell Nadia’s arousal through the harness. Juliette would wait until Nadia gave her the signal, but she couldn’t wait to go to town on Nadia. After all of this, Nadia would be so deliciously wet and eager. Juliette loved that shift in her from control to total surrender.

  Juliette took her time cleani
ng the dildo with her tongue because she now knew this must be agony for Nadia. She twirled her tongue around it in every possible position as she locked her gaze on Nadia’s and saw the lust intensify in her eyes.

  “Enough,” Nadia said, her voice croaking. She was already untying the harness with frantic movements. In no time, it fell on the floor. Nadia sped to the bed, sat down at the edge of it and drew up her legs. “Lick me,” she whispered with a barely audible voice. And Juliette did. Oh, how she did. Slowly at first, because if Nadia was allowed to tease her the way she had, then so was she.

  She licked her outer lips first, blowing hot air on Nadia’s pussy in the process, and dug her fingertips into the soft flesh of Nadia’s behind. Juliette could never do to Nadia—or to anyone for that matter—what Nadia did to her in here, but she could do this. She could flick her tongue furtively over Nadia’s clit, making her wife utter a guttural groan that set Juliette’s insides on fire once again.

  But, of course, this was still Nadia—and Nadia always liked to be in charge. She let her upper body fall onto the bed while simultaneously grabbing for Juliette’s head and positioning it exactly where she wanted it. Juliette had to suppress a tiny giggle. Some things just never changed.

  “Fuck me,” Nadia said, her voice having lost most of its commanding tone. Still, that didn’t matter one bit to Juliette because, ever so quickly, she brought two fingers to the entrance of Nadia’s pussy. While she launched an assault with her tongue on Nadia’s swollen clit, she pushed her fingers inside and started a circular motion. Nadia’s grasp on her head fastened and her nails dug into Juliette’s scalp.

  “Oh fuck, I can’t… I can’t…” Nadia cried out. “Oh fuck.”

  Juliette’s fingers had hardly spent any time inside, and Nadia was already making motions for them to retreat. Nu-uh, Juliette thought. I want another.