French Kissing: Season Three

by Harper Bliss

  “What are you doing?” Nadia half-gasped and half-asked at Juliette’s refusal to remove her fingers.

  “Fucking you until you come again,” Juliette replied.

  “But—” Nadia tried to protest, but lost the battle soon enough and let her head fall onto the bed again. This time she didn’t try to steer Juliette’s movements, but just lay there enjoying Juliette’s further attentions. This only spurred her on to give Nadia the orgasm of her life—the sort of climax they needed to put everything behind them.

  Juliette’s fingers slid in and out of Nadia’s pussy while Juliette approached Nadia’s clit with the necessary caution after the previous climax. She planted butterfly kisses on it and focussed most of her attention on fucking Nadia the way she knew her wife liked it. With slow deep strokes at first, then adding a third finger, to spread her nice and wide, until Nadia was meeting her thrusts by bucking her pelvis towards Juliette and—invariably—asking for more. Juliette had once challenged Nadia to remain quiet while she fucked her. She was only allowed to moan and groan, but not to give instructions. Nadia had failed then, and she was failing again now. As much of a control freak as Juliette was in every day life, Nadia always took over from her in bed. Perhaps that was why they were so good together and they’d weathered many a storm. Because this, too, was them. This transference of control.

  “Harder,” Nadia demanded. Juliette was already thrusting inside of her with all the power she had left after the climax Nadia had given her, but for Nadia, she could always find a little more.

  “Oh God,” Nadia said, and Juliette knew she was close. She called upon the last scraps of energy in her body to give her wife the crushing orgasm she deserved. “Oh Jules.” Juliette felt how the tension in Nadia’s muscles subsided. Gently, she slid her fingers out of Nadia’s pussy and hopped onto the bed with her.

  “I love you,” Juliette said to Nadia’s blissed-out face. “I love you so much.”

  “Me too.” Nadia opened her arms and dragged Juliette on top of her. “You kinky little thing.” She kissed Juliette on the cheek and held her close.

  Then they heard a scratching sound outside the door, followed by a high-pitched yelp, and they both started giggling.

  STEPH

  “I need to go vote for myself,” Dominique said. They were still in bed even though it was nearly ten a.m. They’d only made it home at four last night. Apparently there was an MLR tradition to stay up very late and drink liters of wine at headquarters the evening before an election. Steph had accompanied Dominique, as she had done with every event where her presence was desired—and there had been many—the past week, and had kept a close eye on her, making sure neither one of them partook of the wine too much.

  “There’s nothing left to do now, babe.” Steph pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at Dominique. “Just wait.”

  “Have I told you that I’m going to be insufferable all day?” Dominique looked her in the eyes.

  “Like you’ve been the past few months?” Steph joked.

  “Watch it.” Dominique smiled dreamily at her. “Thank you for this week,” she said. “It really meant a lot to me that you were there.”

  “I know.” Steph shuffled a little closer. “I’m so glad I finally got to meet the infamous Séverine Marechal last night. She’s hot.” Steph grinned and scooted even closer.

  “You’d better stop that right now. I can’t take a whole lot of teasing today,” Dominique warned playfully.

  “Consider me warned, Madame la Présidente,” Steph said.

  “No! Don’t say that. You’ll jinx it,” Dominique said.

  “No, I won’t.” Steph trailed a finger along Dominique’s side. “You’re going to win. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind about that.”

  “And you’re okay with that now?” Dominique asked, not giving a clear response to how Steph was caressing her.

  “I was always okay with that.” They’d half-talked about the things that were said at Marion’s the time they’d gone together, but not in depth—which was fine with Steph. She didn’t need to talk about that with Dominique anymore.

  “And you’re okay with this as well now?” Under the sheets, Dominique grabbed hold of Steph’s hand and wrapped it in hers.

  “I am.” Steph looked down at Dominique and stared into her green eyes.

  “What changed?” Dominique asked.

  “Nothing.” They didn’t have time for Dominique to give her the third degree about this. They needed to cast their vote—and Steph had other, long-awaited plans to carry out before that.

  “Didn’t Marion say that we should communicate better?” Dominique had put Steph’s hand on her chest, millimeters away from her breast.

  “Indeed.” Steph started leaning in. “And today my language of choice is body language.” She kissed Dominique on the cheek first and felt her chuckle underneath her lips.

  Steph’s mouth was already hovering over Dominique’s for a proper kiss when Dominique asked, “Seriously, though, Stéphanie. What happened?”

  Steph sighed and pushed herself away a little. Perhaps she did owe Dominique an explanation. “I got into my head too much. I was overthinking everything and it made me into someone I’m not. I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of person, always have been. But this whole circus was messing with my head, and preventing me from enjoying… life.” Steph brought her hand a fraction closer to Dominique’s breast. “And you.”

  “I haven’t been the most enjoyable person to be around,” Dominique said, lifted up Steph’s hand and planted it resolutely on her breast.

  “You have. You haven’t changed. I always knew who you were and what you were trying to accomplish. I just got my world rocked, that’s all. In many ways.” Steph cupped her hand around Dominique’s breast, and a switch inside her flipped.

  “We’ll talk about this more later.” Dominique narrowed her eyes. “Because I’m very curious to see what you have to say to me in body language.” She flashed Steph a wide smile, then tried to push herself up.

  “Stay down,” Steph said. “I’m going to be at your service as though you were already the leader of our country.” Steph had had a lot of time to think about this. To truly come back to herself again, she needed to feel in charge more than she had done with Dominique in the past.

  “Oh really?” Dominique drew up her eyebrows. “I hope you know country leaders are very hard to please.”

  “We’ll see about that.” Steph pinched Dominique’s nipple between two fingers. “You know what French people’s reputation is abroad. They’re so easy.”

  This brought another smile to Dominique’s face. “Show me what you’ve got then,” she said, with a hint of challenge in her voice.

  “I have my own reputation to uphold.” Steph’s reputation had changed drastically the last half year. She’d gone from perpetually single lesbian to wannabe first lady. Still, she was adamant to, once and for all, make clear that being thrust into the public eye, and becoming a regular face on the front page of Le Matin, had not chipped away too much of her personality. She was still Stéphanie Mathis—and she had moves. She pinched Dominique’s nipple again, a little longer this time, until she could read the effect it had on Dominique’s face. And until, at last, Dominique shut up.

  Steph kept squeezing Dominique’s nipple while she bent down to kiss Dominique on the lips. She started with the softest of pecks even though Dominique had her hands in Steph’s unruly bedhead hair within a fraction of a second, and was already pulling her closer frantically. But Steph was setting the pace this morning. She wanted Dominique a little on edge. She would even take great, albeit a bit perverted, pleasure in having Dominique almost run out of time to cast her vote—and having to arrive at the polling station with a just-fucked look and the smell of sex all over her.

  “Since when have you become so—” Dominique started to say in between the gentle kisses Steph peppered on her lips and her nose and her cheekbones.

  “Save your voice
for later,” Steph said. “I have a feeling you’re going to need it.” With that, she kissed Dominique properly, letting her tongue slip deep into her mouth, as she slid her body on top of Dominique’s so their breasts met in a soft, divine crash of flesh.

  Steph didn’t want their first time in weeks to be frantic and over in no time. She wanted to savor this moment and create a memory for life on this historic day. Something to look back on years later. Remember that day you were elected president in the first round, babe?

  She wanted this day to be about them as well, and not just about what had been written in the stars for Dominique Laroche since the day she’d decided to follow in her father’s footsteps.

  The past few weeks, while Steph was going through the only existential crisis she was ever planning to have in her life, they’d barely touched and, as a result, also barely kissed. Steph wanted to make up for that now. So she took her time kissing Dominique. She bestowed ample attention on her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip, before letting her tongue invade again. All the while, Dominique’s hands on the back of her head grew more insistent, but Steph could resist that now. She had found the power within herself to do that. Even though, throughout their relationship, it hadn’t always seemed as though she would.

  Steph pushed herself away from Dominique and threw the duvet off them. Another thing Steph loved so much about Dominique—and turned her on in equal measure—was that Dominique had not once shown qualms about sharing her bed with a woman ten years her junior. A woman like Steph who had never given birth and whose body was as intact as it could be—the only harm Steph ever inflicted on her body was drinking too much and working too late.

  Steph took her time to let her eyes wander over Dominique’s skin, over the tiny birth mark on her shoulder and the post-pregnancy stretch marks on her side and the inexplicable freckle—just the one—just next to her belly button. They were markers for Steph, that let her know where her home was now. This woman with this body and this incredible political brain—and that killer smile—was her home. Steph had never questioned that. But it felt good to pause on these little marks that defined Dominique and to revel in the fact that they’d made the right decision six months ago. They had chosen each other. They still did. And how was that for beating the odds and winning big?

  Steph kissed the ragged light-brown birth mark on Dominique’s shoulder and just pressing her lips against Dominique’s skin made Dominique twitch impatiently. Steph took great joy from Dominique’s impatience. She kissed the freckle next and planted a circle of kisses around Dominique’s belly button before making her way down. Dominique was already spreading her legs in anticipation, but Steph wasn’t having any of that. She wanted to give Dominique what she wanted, but on her own terms.

  Instead of kissing a further path down to Dominique’s inner thigh, Steph kissed her way up again, stopping at the freckle again, until her lips reached Dominique’s breasts. She took a stiff nipple in her mouth and briefly clasped her teeth around it.

  “Oh,” Dominique groaned, now digging her fingertips into Steph’s back. “You’re driving me insane.”

  I know, Steph wanted to say, but her mouth was full, and she loved having Dominique at her mercy like this. She focused the attention of her lips and teeth on Dominique’s other nipple, then kissed her way around her breast, to the hollow of her neck—a spot that always entranced Steph when she watched Dominique on TV—and back to her mouth. While Steph’s full body weight was on top of Dominique’s, she tried to roll her over again, but Steph wouldn’t let her.

  Dominique fell back onto the mattress, exasperation in her eyes. “Please fuck me,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Foreplay is important, babe,” Steph said, unable to keep a smile from spreading on her lips. “You know that.”

  “Fuck foreplay. I have a busy day.” Dominique was smiling as well. “The country is casting votes for me while we’re doing this, you know?”

  “And here I was thinking you wanted to do this,” Steph teased. “That you were so sad because I was neglecting you in the sexy-time department.”

  “Stéphanie, I’m begging you,” Dominique hissed. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll give you this flat. I’ll give you my first born. Just make me bloody come already.”

  “I think I’ll need to have that in writing first.” Steph knew she was pushing it now. Dominique’s face was contorted with frustrated agony.

  “Come here.” Dominique pulled her close and kissed her ferociously. The kiss started wildly, but soon they melted into a gentler embrace, their skin soft against each other, their flesh melding together, their love present in every little caress.

  Steph had tested Dominique’s—and her own—patience long enough. She slipped off Dominique and let her hand wander down to Dominique’s spread legs while Dominique kept kissing her and had her hands all over Steph’s back.

  Steph circled her finger around the entrance of Dominique’s pussy, then let it slide all the way in. Dominique enveloped her finger in a hot, wet embrace, and just being inside her made Steph’s breath hitch in her throat. Dominique grabbed her by the head and held Steph’s face still in front of her own while Steph let her finger do its magic inside of her.

  Dominique was a joy to watch in moments like this. A sheen of sweat pearled on her forehead, only a smidgen of green was visible through the slits she had drawn her eyes into, her lips expelled groan after groan. Steph vowed she would never again let herself forget this image—she would never again let herself forsake the pleasure of viewing this exquisite portrait of Dominique just before she was about to fully surrender.

  Steph added another finger and started fucking Dominique in earnest now. She couldn’t look away from Dominique’s face and committed every little grimace it made to memory. “I love you,” Steph said. “Fuck, I love you.”

  Dominique fastened her grasp on Steph’s head. “I…” she started to say, but then her breath stalled and she didn’t say anything anymore. Steph knew what she had wanted to say—and she was saying it loud and clear with her body. Steph had missed expressing herself through body language. She flicked her thumb over Dominique’s clit, knowing that would shut Dominique up for at least a few more minutes. Steph looked into Dominique’s eyes and found a good rhythm of pushing in and flicking with her fingers and as she marveled at the expressions of joy and pleasure on Dominique’s face, she couldn’t help but think: I’m about to make the future president of France climax.

  “Oooh,” Dominique groaned and Steph felt her fingers being clasped together by the force of Dominique orgasm. She stopped the clitoral stimulation and let Dominique ride out her climax at her own pace.

  After Steph had withdrawn her fingers and folded an arm over Dominique’s chest, she whispered in Dominique’s ear, “Any complaints, Madame la Présidente?”

  “Stop it,” Dominique gasped and swatted Steph on the behind. “How much time do we have?”

  “Not enough for you to do to me what you think you’re going to do,” Steph replied. She knew that saying that, in Dominique’s world, was the equivalent of holding a red rag in front of a bull. It set in motion an unstoppable action.

  “We’ll see about that.” Dominique pushed herself up, making Steph slip off her in the process. With a surprisingly tender look in her eyes, she found Steph’s glance. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this so much,” she said.

  Steph nodded. So had she.

  Then Dominique surprised her even more. “I’m going to give you a choice.” Dominique threw a quick glance at the alarm clock behind Steph. “Either a quickie now or I take my time with you later.”

  Steph quirked up her eyebrows. “Power has changed you for the better. You’re such an atypical politician,” Steph said. “You’re giving me a choice?”

  “We have no time for your snark, Stéphanie. And you have to make it all the way to Père Lachaise to cast your vote. Don’t forget that. And I will never forgive
you if you don’t vote for me.” Dominique sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Every second that passed brought her closer to the verdict. If Steph were in her shoes, she would surely have thought that unbearable. Dominique needed maximum distraction. And Steph really—really—needed to be touched.

  “Fuck me,” Steph said. “I want you to fuck me now.” She stripped her voice of all irony and sarcasm and snark. She was being dead serious.

  Without saying a word, Dominique came for her and flattened her on the bed. Inadvertently, Steph thought about all the times in her life she’d given a woman pleasure and had just walked away after, without claiming her own. It had always been enough for her—or so she had believed. That time had passed as well. Steph’s clit was throbbing out of control. She needed Dominique all over her. She cast a quick glance at the clock. It was Sunday. There would be no traffic. She could even get an MLR driver to take her to the district where she was registered to vote. Besides, the way her blood felt heated, and her skin sizzled, and her pussy lips were pulsing with need, this would only take a few minutes. Despite Dominique presenting her with a choice between now and later and Steph opting for the quickie now, she was certain Dominique would still take her time with her later. How else would they celebrate?

  Dominique kissed a moist path down her belly, not wasting any time on an extra peck here and there. She was going straight for the prize and it only made Steph’s clit buzz harder. Dominique’s tongue hadn’t spent any time down there in far too long. And that was when Steph, finally, realized that sex with a partner served so many more purposes than it did when she was still a one-night stand girl. It created a unique intimacy that nothing else could accomplish—not even the most open-hearted talk. This was bringing them closer together than any talk with Marion ever could.

  “Argh.” Dominique’s tongue was on her clit. Steph’s pussy clenched wildly around nothing. All thoughts stopped making sense in her mind. As it turned out, abstinence had made her so hot for Dominique, she didn’t even care if she used her fingers or not. Her tongue was doing an excellent job already, twirling around her clit, applying a bit of force every other flick, but not too much to tip Steph over the edge right away.