“Nice and gentle,” Audrey said quietly.
Michelle’s fingers sank deeper into the clay. It felt so satisfying. The clay slipped past her fingertips, silky soft as ever. Michelle leaned closer, and in the process, her foot pressed too hard against the pedal. The wheel whirled so fast she lost control and punched her fingers through the side of the clay again.
Audrey laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”
But Michelle was worried. She withdrew her hands from the clay. Kelly had often criticized the way she used her hands during sex, complaining that Michelle wasn’t able to satisfy her. Maybe she wasn’t good with her hands here either. “I should leave this to you before I mess up any more of your clay.”
“No. Hey.” One of Audrey’s hands landed on Michelle’s shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of Audrey’s body behind her now. “Don’t end your first session on a sour note. You can just recenter it and play for a bit if you want, but don’t end here.”
Michelle exhaled. “Fine.”
Audrey gave her another fresh wedge of clay, and Michelle repeated the process to center it. This time, when she began to open it, she kept her touch featherlight. A hollow formed beneath her fingers, but within seconds, she saw it starting to become lopsided. Michelle registered warmth against her back a moment before Audrey’s arms came around her. Her hands covered Michelle’s as she began to guide her.
Michelle inhaled, leaning back involuntarily so that Audrey’s breasts pressed against her shoulder blades. Audrey’s hands cradled Michelle’s, adjusting the angle of her fingers, and she watched in wonder as theclay lifted higher and began to push outward, forming the rough shape of a bowl.
Audrey’s fingers were so warm. It was a heady contrast to the cool slide of the clay. She watched mesmerized as the bowl solidified. Audrey removed one hand to dip her fingertips in the water before returning them to rest against Michelle’s.
Audrey’s wet fingertips glistened where they touched Michelle’s, and Michelle’s breathing picked up speed along with the wheel, indicating that her foot had pressed down involuntarily again.
“Easy does it,” Audrey said, her voice low and soft, right against Michelle’s ear.
Her whole body shuddered, and her skin flushed warm. Her knees were parted to accommodate the wheel, and suddenly that felt sexual too. Michelle felt a hundred times more drunk now than she had a few minutes ago, completely intoxicated by Audrey’s closeness.
“Like this,” Audrey murmured, her fingers skimming over Michelle’s, making her ache.
She watched in a daze as the clay molded beneath their combined touch. It looked like a bowl, but Michelle hardly noticed, because Audrey’s fingers, slick with wet clay, were stroking hers, and there was no platonic explanation for her actions.
Was there?
Michelle could hardly breathe. Every sensation in her body had been distilled to her hands, nerve endings misfiring all over the place as Audrey caressed her fingers. For several long moments, neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved, except for the way Audrey’s fingers stroked hers. Michelle felt like she might pass out. She sucked in a rough breath, hearing it hitch in her throat in an embarrassingly needy way.
In response, Audrey dropped her head, her breath warm against Michelle’s neck.
“Audrey,” she gasped, and it came out low and pleading.
Audrey’s fingers moved, sliding up Michelle’s wrists to her forearms. She watched, mesmerized, as Audrey’s clay-covered fingers swirled overMichelle’s skin. Hearts. She was drawing hearts on Michelle’s skin, hearts painted in clay.
Michelle’s lungs had lost their rhythm. Her breaths came out loud and raspy. Audrey’s fingers continued to doodle hearts on her arms, and every touch intensified the ache in Michelle’s core. She could hardly think through the haze of lust that had overtaken her senses. Was this really happening?
She lifted her hands from the bowl and pushed backward, colliding with Audrey. In the next breath, they were on their feet, Michelle’s slippery hands gliding up Audrey’s arms as their lips crashed together. Oh. God.Oh god.She gasped, eyes slamming shut as Audrey’s lips moved against hers. She was saying something, but Michelle couldn’t hear over the franticwhooshof her pulse in her ears.
Audrey’s hands were on Michelle’s face, in her hair, sliding down her back to grip her ass as she hauled Michelle up against her. Their hips bumped, and Michelle arched into the contact. She was on fire in a way she hadn’t been in years, too many years ...
She’d almost forgotten how it felt to want someone so desperately. Now her body was nothingbutwant. Desire was a primal force inside her as she clung to Audrey, kissing her like her life depended on it. Audrey nipped at her bottom lip, and Michelle’s knees nearly buckled.
She’d completely lost control, and for once in her life, she didn’t care.
Chapter Fourteen
Someone moaned, and it wasn’t Audrey. The sound of Michelle’s need drew an answering sound from Audrey’s throat, though. Her body was flooded with pleasure, her mind reeling from the knowledge that Michelle was a better kisser than she’d imagined, and she’d fantasized about this moment alotover the years.
This kiss was the culmination of half a lifetime of fantasies for Audrey, and right now, it was blowing every single one of them out of the water. Michelle’s kiss was uninhibited, a little bit wild, even. Her hands tugged at Audrey’s hair while her hips pressed into Audrey’s, and her tongue ... Audrey shivered with pleasure as the tip of that talented tongue toyed with her own. Michelle’s breath came in rough gasps, and she let out an impossibly high-pitched whimper when Audrey’s hand brushed against the waistband of her jeans.
Audrey loved the sounds she made almost as much as she loved the feel of Michelle’s body pressed against hers. Audrey closed her eyes and drank her in. Her own ragged breaths filled her lungs with Michelle’s scent. Her hands were on Michelle’s lower back below the T-shirt, resting against warm, bare skin, andgod, it felt so good.
Without warning, Michelle broke the kiss. She lifted her head, staring at Audrey out of wild eyes that blazed with heat, pupils so dilated her irises looked black. Michelle’s cheeks were smeared with clay, her lips red and kiss-swollen, and Audrey would never forget the way she looked in this moment.
They were both panting like they’d just run a marathon.
