Chapter 1 #3
Neve lifted an eyebrow.
“Taking a break?”
“What the fuck, Neve?!”
The aggravation in her beloved’s voice was so sharp, Neve lost the battle with laughter and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Audrey tried to get off her lap, but she held her tight, still laughing.
“Sorry, sorry, my love.” Any second now, she’d be fighting tears, but Audrey’s facial expression was downright comical in its aggravation.
“You promised!” The pout on her wife’s lips only made the situation funnier. Still, Neve had to control the giggles if she wanted any chance of pacifying Audrey’s rapidly increasing anger.
“I did, my love, I did. But don’t you think you’d be more comfortable on the bed? All spread out… Hmmm, comfortable, ready, and desperate for me?”
“I am desperate for you right now, Neve! And plenty fucking comfortable.” The whine in Audrey’s voice was too adorable for words. But it was time to confront some truths that perhaps more literary representations should be setting straight, so to speak, for their readers.
“My love, fisting involves, nay, requires lubrication. Copious amounts of it. Yes, you are very wet and far be it from me to brag, but I will absolutely make you even wetter. Still, we need to make it as safe and as pleasant for you as possible—”
“Fine, fine!” Audrey managed to disentangle herself from Neve’s arms and got off her lap, taking a few strides into the house. Only to stop in front of the office’s couch, just a few steps away from Neve. Then she reclined back on the antique leather.
“This is as comfortable and ready for you as it’s gonna be, Neve.
Chiefly because I am desperate and because that has been a particular fantasy of mine forever.
So, I know you have lube in here somewhere.
You have stashes all over this house.” Audrey spread her legs wide and then winked. “Get to work, wife.”
Neve refrained from laughing. Audrey may be attempting to boss her around, but she wasn’t kidding about that desperation.
They needed their connection, their passion, their desire, as much physically as emotionally today.
And damn if this particular thing hadn’t been on their menu forever, only to always be postponed, avoided or foregone.
She got up from the chair and threw one last glance toward the ocean and the single bulb illuminating the darkening sky. It was time.
In seconds, she had retrieved the little hidden bottle of high-end lube and was on her knees in front of a still relatively displeased Audrey.
Then, without preamble, Neve lowered her face and inhaled her wife’s scent, and the displeasure turned into a hungry sigh, then a low moan and by the time Neve’s tongue went to work in earnest, Audrey was whimpering and keening.
Around Neve’s head, she could feel Audrey’s thighs trembling, and she focused her licks on the clit, pushing the hood back slightly and giving it short, precise strokes. Audrey’s “I’m coming!” was music to her ears. But it was only the beginning.
Wetting her hand, Neve wasted no time to return her fingers where she loved them best, one after another, knuckle deep in her wife’s pussy.
As she kept licking and thrusting, Audrey came again, with an almost silent moan and the hands in Neve’s hair grasped painfully.
Neve persisted. The fourth finger went in smoothly, easily. Audrey was open and hungry for more.
Neve sucked the clit into her mouth and gave it a few rapid licks, making Audrey scream. Very gently, very slowly, as Audrey slumped on the couch, Neve slipped in her thumb.
Audrey stilled, and so did Neve. They looked at each other then, eyes speaking of years of love and connection.
Of all the hardship they’d been through together, of all the heartache, of all the love.
As Neve considered removing her hand, Audrey caught it, kept it inside and nodded before dragging Neve’s face up, their kiss sensual and rough, even as Neve began to gently move.
She was barely breathing, surrounded by her wife, her scent everywhere, her taste, the feeling of her…
Neve knew her underwear was done for. Her heart was pounding so hard, she could hear it in her ears.
And Audrey? She was resplendent. Beautiful.
She let go of Neve’s mouth and threw her head back and rode out the storm, as Neve thrust in small movements.
It didn’t last; they were both too high on love and too euphoric from the magic of the act, but it was exactly what she needed. What they both needed. Being one. Having and holding. And nothing was going to take this away. Nothing and no one.
Audrey didn’t scream as she came, a sigh the only tell, that and the contracting of muscles around Neve’s hand, and it was glorious. Her own body answered in perfect synchronicity, as they so often were, and she felt herself come too, her wife’s name on her lips.
They lay in a heap on the sofa, limbs entangled as Neve gently removed her hand and Audrey exhaled, grinning.
“I told you I would take you.”
The grin was infectious. The love was overwhelming.
“You’re so beautiful, Audrey.”
“And you’re so sappy, Neve. Who knew?” Audrey tucked a lock of hair behind Neve’s ear, and the gesture, small, simple, casual in how caring and lovely it was, almost made Neve cry.
“You,” Neve said. “You knew all along. I was your out-of-tune piano. And all I needed was the A note. Your note, my love.”
Audrey kissed her and from the corner of her eye, Neve caught the light shining brightly in the dusk, alone, defiant, breaking up the incoming darkness and bathing them in warmth and in hope. So be it. They’d make memories. And they’d have plenty of bulbs on their string twelve months from now.