She gripped Audrey’s thighs as she parted her with her tongue, licking upward until she encountered Audrey’s clit. She stopped there,circling it once before pressing the flat of her tongue against it, and Audrey wheezed, her thighs beginning to shake beneath Michelle’s palms.
Michelle focused on her clit for a few minutes before she retreated to explore other areas. She reached Audrey’s entrance, moaning as Audrey’s wetness coated her tongue. Oh, she loved this. She loved it so much. Michelle kissed and licked and sucked, fueled by Audrey’s gasps and whimpers and her increasingly desperate movements beneath Michelle.
“Oh,” Audrey cried, tensing beneath her. “Yes, don’t stop ...fuck.”
She bucked against the bed, and Michelle kissed her harder. Audrey moaned as she came, long and deep and so arousing that Michelle had a hand between her own thighs before she’d realized what she was doing, rubbing frantically.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
Michelle realized Audrey was watching her touch herself, and she yanked her hand away in embarrassment.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Audrey admonished, still breathless from her orgasm. “You’re so sexy, I could watch you touch yourself all day. Or you could ride my thigh, if you prefer?”
Michelle just stared. They’d only been naked together for a short time, but already she could tell Audrey was much more open and uninhibited in her approach to sex than Michelle. She slid in beside her. “Touch me, Audrey. Please.”
“I could. But I’d rather watch you do it.” Audrey grinned as she slipped a hand between her own thighs.
Michelle had never done anything even remotely like this. She could hear the wet slip of Audrey’s fingers, and it made her own core ache even more relentlessly. Her hungry gaze feasted on the way Audrey’s fingers glistened as they slipped through her folds.
But she just couldn’t masturbate in front of her. Instead, Michelle sat up, straddling one of Audrey’s thighs as she placed her hand over Audrey’s. Now she could feel Audrey touch herself, and it was impossibly arousing. She pressed down, increasing the pressure of Audrey’s fingers over her clit.
Audrey’s hips bucked. “Yes . . .yes. . .”
Michelle slid her hand lower, pressing against Audrey’s entrance. At the same time, Michelle’s hips began to move, rocking,grindingagainst Audrey’s thigh as she sought her own release. She pushed two fingers inside Audrey and hooked them forward, drawing a cry of pleasure from Audrey’s lips.
Audrey’s body clenched as she tipped over the edge, and Michelle followed her over, writhing against Audrey’s thigh as she came. She gasped through waves of pleasure that just kept coming, leaving her quivering and boneless.
Beneath her, Audrey had gone limp too. One of her hands was drawing shapes on Michelle’s thigh, shapes that felt suspiciously like the hearts she’d painted on Michelle’s arms that day in the pottery studio ...
That felt like a lifetime ago. In the same breath, it felt like yesterday.
Except, now that they’d had sex, Michelle’s feelings were so much stronger. There was no more denying how much Audrey meant to her, and maybe they should have talked first after all so Michelle could have tempered her expectations. Because she was all in where Audrey was concerned, but what if Audrey didn’t feel the same?
Chapter Eighteen
Audrey’s borrowed robe smelled like Michelle, that fresh, woodsy scent she’d been fantasizing about for months, except now she was wrapped up in it, sitting on the sofa in Michelle’s living room, sipping raspberry tea as Michelle sat next to her. Audrey’s robe was navy blue and silky soft. Michelle’s was black and just as soft.
Michelle looked almost as soft as her robe, more relaxed than Audrey had ever seen her. Her hair was down and messy. Her makeup was gone, her eyes languid. She looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked, and boy, was it a good look on her. After they’d left Michelle’s bed, they’d stepped into a quick shower together, and then Michelle had made tea for them while they talked things through.
Except, so far, neither of them was doing much talking.
“So,” Audrey said. She sipped her tea. It was light and fruity, just right for the moment. Then she gave Michelle a silly grin. “Still want to fill out those HR forms?”
“It would be a good idea ... I mean, assuming you want this to be more than a onetime thing?” She gave Audrey what she probably thought was a guarded look, but the hope—and the insecurity—in her eyes was hard to miss, and it made Audrey’s heart clench.
“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we? I know I told you before that I didn’t want a relationship, and I meant it at the time, but I’mreconsidering that now because ... well, you kind of snuck in and made me want more.”
“I did?”
“Yes.” Audrey’s mom had been right. If Audrey kept waiting, she might miss the chance to be with this amazing woman. Because already, she felt more for Michelle than she’d ever felt for anyone else. Bottom line: Michelle was worth the risk. “I know this thing between us is only hours old, but it’s not really, is it? It’s been building for a while, and I already know that a night or a weekend with you would never be enough. I want to date you for real.”
Michelle sat with her teacup halfway to her mouth, lips slightly parted. “Really?”
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” Audrey confirmed, reaching for Michelle’s free hand and clasping it in hers. “Have I somehow not given you that impression up to now?”
“I, well ... it’s a little surprising, yes.” Michelle set down her teacup. “I know I’m not always the easiest person to be around.”
Oh, Michelle ...“Well, I treasure our time together.” Audrey eyed the black-and-white creature currently lounging on a cat tower that overlooked the backyard. “I had no idea you had a cat, by the way.”
