Michelle crawled onto the bed and straddled her. As she looked down at Audrey, her mind flashed back to the way that hair had spilled over her stomach the night she’d unknowingly fantasized about Audrey in this very bed. “Audrey,” she hissed in a strangled whisper.
“Michelle,” Audrey responded, her voice awed as she stared up at Michelle.
She moved her hips, frustrated that Audrey still wore her underwear, as that thin layer of cotton separated their bodies. But before she could remove it, Audrey had flipped them. Now Michelle was on her back with Audrey’s warm weight pressing her into the duvet, and if she weren’t so desperately aroused, she would have wanted this moment to last forever.
“Take these off,” she whispered, pushing at the band of Audrey’s underwear.
Audrey lifted her hips, shimmying out of them in a move so sexy, Michelle could only stare. Then Audrey sat up, her bare flesh pressed against Michelle’s as she unhooked her bra, and again, Michelle made a sound she didn’t even recognize, a guttural groan of appreciation for the gorgeous woman currently straddling her.
Michelle skimmed her hands up Audrey’s sides to cup her breasts. They were so firm beneath Michelle’s touch. Her thumbs swept over Audrey’s nipples, and they contracted into hardened buds.
“Touch me, Michelle.”
“My pleasure,” Michelle murmured as her hands swept down Audrey’s sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. She gripped Audrey’s ass with one hand, the other trailing through Audrey’s damp curls toslide between their bodies. As her fingertips found Audrey’s wetness, Michelle felt an answering clench deep inside herself.
If she’d been overwhelmed with need before, now it had reached levels she hadn’t known possible, a gnawing hunger that begged to be sated. The only thing greater than her own desire was the need to see Audrey come undone, her features shattered with pleasure as she came apart in Michelle’s arms.
“I need your fingers ...” Audrey moaned, hips rocking into Michelle’s touch.
Her fingers. Her clumsy, inadequate fingers. Kelly’s mocking face flashed through her mind, and Michelle flinched as if she’d been dunked beneath a cold shower.
“Whoa. Hey, what happened?” Audrey’s hand cupped her cheek.
“I can’t ... I might not be able to ...” Michelle turned her face away from Audrey’s concerned gaze as mortification scorched her skin. She was ruining this.Just like you ruin everything,Kelly’s voice whispered in her ear.
“It’s okay,” Audrey said quickly. “There’s so much more to sex than achieving an orgasm, if that’s difficult for you. We can—”
“That’s not it,” she interrupted. “It’s just ... I’m not very good with my hands. I might not be able to satisfy you.” There. She’d said it. And now she wanted to crawl under the covers and disappear.
Audrey let out a shocked laugh, and Michelle couldn’t take it. She slid from beneath her, rolling away, only to be stopped by a warm hand on her shoulder.
“Michelle ... look at me. Please.”
She forced herself to meet Audrey’s gaze. If Michelle had been nothing but need before, now she was nothing but shame. It burned through her body until she knew her cheeks must be bright red. Her skin crawled with discomfort, and she drew her knees up, curling in on herself.
“I don’t know where you got this idea in your silly, beautiful head,” Audrey said. “But I’m sure it’s not true.”
“Remember how I kept putting my fingers through the clay?” she managed in a broken whisper. “At the pottery wheel.”
Audrey made a sound of disbelief. “I’m not made of clay. I don’t even see the comparison, to be honest.”
“Kelly used to say ... I couldn’t please her.” And now she’d just brought up her ex during her first time with Audrey. Michelle was furious with herself.
“Michelle.” Audrey gripped Michelle’s hands and brought them to her mouth, kissing her knuckles. Michelle only barely kept herself from whimpering at the sensation. “That sounds like a Kelly problem. If for some reason—which, for the record, I highly doubt—you aren’t good with your hands, there are other ways, right? I could come from grinding myself on your thigh, or you could use your mouth. I already know your tongue is fucking amazing, and in my opinion, your fingers are, too, so please get your ex-wife out of your head, okay? One way or another, you’re going to make me come. I’m not worried about it in the least.”
Michelle swallowed over the painful lump in her throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Don’t ever apologize for being honest with me.” Audrey lay beside her, wrapping an arm around Michelle.
“I’ve ruined the mood.” Michelle was still beyond mortified by her behavior.
“No, you haven’t.” Audrey kissed her, and just like that, the heat flared back to life between them. Her body pressed against Michelle’s, and for several long minutes, there was nothing but the pleasure of Audrey’s mouth, her tongue and lips and teeth.
Michelle had always loved kissing, and with Audrey, it was even more pleasurable. It felt like the creation of something, like a tapestry spun between them, a manifestation of their desire. Michelle didn’t realize she’d slipped a thigh between Audrey’s until she felt the evidence of Audrey’s desire slicking her skin.Oh.That felt so good.
Audrey moaned, moving herself more firmly against Michelle’s thigh. She could come like that, she’d told Michelle, and based on thecatch in her breath, it was the truth. But suddenly, that wasn’t enough for Michelle. She wanted Audrey to come on her fingers. SheneededAudrey to come on her fingers.
This time.
