32. Michaela #2
Jay smiled, but her face went back to being serious. “Do you know what I was thinking when I was coming back from Vermont?”
Michaela shook her head.
“I was thinking about how desperate I was to come home.”
Michaela felt her face scrunch up in confusion. “You were coming from home.”
Jay shook her head slowly. “No baby, I was desperate to come home, to you.”
Michaela felt her eyes sting.
“So hear me when I say, whatever you ask, I will do my best to give you.”
Michaela dipped her head and nodded. She felt a surge of gratitude rush through her. The world was scary and oppressive and maybe things would or wouldn’t change, and that was heartbreaking for her. But right now, all she could focus on was Jay’s words, and how much she believed them.
Lifting her head to rest inside Jay’s hand again, she looked down at Jay, whose eyes were on hers, her expression still deadly serious. Like there was no room to argue, no room for anything else. No ifs or buts, just room for them.
“I love you, Juanita,” Michaela said.
Jay smiled. “I love you, Mickey.”
Michaela kissed Jay and slid her body on top of hers.
Michaela normally let Jay lead, but tonight she dominated her lover’s mouth, licking into it when Jay opened for her, wanting to let Jay know she understood her declaration in full.
Wanting to give it back to her, for Jay to feel how much Michaela felt the same way.
They kissed like that for a while, then Michaela spread out across Jay, and Jay slid a hand between them. But Michaela wanted to feel Jay, to feel her everywhere.
“Move your hand,” she breathed as she pulled away slightly.
“You sure?”
In answer, Michaela slid one of her hands down and guided Jay’s hand away from her crotch, already feeling her hard length beneath the cotton shorts she was wearing. She pressed down and a moan escaped Jay’s lips. Michaela swallowed it down with another kiss.
There were a lot of things around them, but she focused on how she felt, the sensation of Jay against her, how this moment only belonged to them.
“Jay, I want to feel you. Your mouth, you, everywhere tonight, please,” Michaela said between kisses.
“Baby are—”
“Juanita, please,” Michaela said, invoking her lover’s full first name again to show she was serious.
Jay sat up and rolled them so that Michaela was underneath her. Her weight pushed their hardening middles together and Michaela moaned. Sensations, Michaela reminded herself, letting the tingle spread from between her legs throughout her body.
“You want my mouth everywhere?” Jay said as she sat back and pulled off her tank top, freeing her breasts that Michaela couldn’t get enough of.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and if Michaela hadn’t been so intent on what came next, she could have gotten lost in the vision like it were a painting.
Michaela reached for her own t-shirt, pulling it over her head with a speed that suggested she didn’t want to wait.
She was thankful she had decided to remove her bra tonight.
She didn’t always. They weren’t comfortable to sleep in, but she liked waking up and seeing herself with bigger breasts than she had naturally.
“Mickey, baby you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Jay murmured, like she wasn’t even saying it to Michaela, like she wasn’t even sure she was saying it out loud. It lit Michaela up inside and set her body on fire.
Sensations.
Let it flow.
“If you think so, then touch me Jay, I need you right now.” Michaela said. She needed to feel, to focus on everything that was just them.
“Can I see all of you first?” Jay asked tentatively, her breath hitching slightly at the end of her request.
While they’d fooled around, and of course seen parts of each other’s bodies, Michaela had never bared herself completely for Jay, not the way Jay so comfortably did.
Michaela knew she could refuse and the moment wouldn’t be ruined.
She knew she could just shake her head and Jay would move on.
But she wanted to lay herself bare. She reminded herself that she was tired of denying herself everything.
It wouldn’t all be perfect and not everything was fixed, but fuck, the world was denying her community so much.
Denying Jay. Denying her. She wasn’t going to contribute to it.
Not when it meant she could have her lover’s mouth on her body, not when she knew how much Jay loved it when Michaela licked her all over.
Sucked her. Michaela would no longer deny herself that.
Shaking the final bits of noise from her mind, and using the same voice she used sometimes to flirt with Jay, the flirtatiously assertive one she knew Jay liked, she said.
“Take off the rest for me?” Michaela enjoyed the small flicker of both surprise and heat that crossed Jay’s face.
Jay bent over Michaela and kissed her, slowly and hungrily, their tongues sliding against one another until Michaela pleasantly yielded.
It was like Jay was saying, “Let go, I got you.”
Jay kissed her jaw, her neck, and down her chest, catching one of Michaela’s nipples in her mouth and tugging on it slightly, the sensation going straight to Michaela’s clit as she felt Jay’s hands on her hips, at the waistband of her shorts.
Pulling off of her nipple, Jay met her eyes.
Michaela looked back at her, hoping her girlfriend could read the blissed out expression on her face.
As if so, Jay moved to pull off her shorts.
Michaela sucked in a small breath, her face in shadow still, but the light poured across her body enough she knew Jay could see all of her.
“Fuck, Mickey, Jesus—fuck, can I touch you now? Please, baby?” The sheer admiration and genuine desperation in Jay’s voice focused Michaela, steadied her.
“I want you to,” Michaela said, and then added, “please, I want to feel you, feel us, Jay, please.”
Jay nodded and then shuffled awkwardly to remove her own shorts. She got off the bed and went over to her dresser. Michaela heard her get something from one of the drawers and imagined she was getting the lube they’d been using. She also hoped to god Jay had bought condoms.
Coming back to the side of the bed, Jay said, “Just getting supplies just in case, while I still have the last few strands of my sanity.” Jay kneeled back onto the bed in all her glory.
Her lean body, small waist and shapely thighs.
She was petite but still graceful. Michaela even thought her cock was graceful, beautiful in the way Jay was.
It made Michaela want to meet her energy while she felt brave enough to.
So, she turned her knees out invitingly and Jay moaned, almost bowing in front of her.
The sight was heady.
“Look at you, all spread out for me, ready for me to touch you. To make you feel how much I want you, love you, how much I need you.”
“Yes,” Michaela said breathlessly, her body hot and wanting.
“I’m going to kiss you all over, okay? I want to taste every fucking inch of you, my god you are so fucking beautiful, I don’t know where to begin.”
But Michaela knew where she needed her to begin. She loved Jay’s teasing caresses and kisses, but right now she needed more. She widened her legs in invitation.
Jay let out a breath and then said huskily, “You want my mouth on that pretty clit of yours?”
In answer, Michaela gave herself a small stroke, letting the sensation guide her, and Jay let out another moan.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” Jay said as she slid between Michaela’s legs and moved her head down till Michaela could feel the ghost of her breath on her hand. “Been dreaming about tasting you baby, getting you all wet for me.”
Jay licked from Michaela’s base to the tip of her clit before sucking it entirely into her mouth.
Michaela thought she’d weep, if it weren’t for the tight coil of pleasure wrapping around her throat.