“I’ll let you make good on that. Later. Right now, it’s still your moment. After all, I want it to be so good, you’ll come back for more.”
As Kim’s fingers start a downward quest, Danika already knows she will be back.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Kim
Kim remembers the first time she had sex with a woman. Cheri: older, wiser, an aerobics instructor—what a cliché that is—given to seducing baby lesbians feeling their way out into a queer world.
Cheri was a giver, and she made Kim’s first time incredible. Special. Of course Kim fell a little in love with her, but that wasn’t Cheri’s thing. She let Kim down in the kindest of ways.
Kim has never forgotten Cheri, and she swore that if she was lucky enough to be another woman’s first, she’d make it as incredible as it had been for her.
And now she has.
Danika lies beside her, sated after a long evening.
They kissed, caressed with the slowest of intentions, and Kim guided Danika’s fingers, and showed her what she liked with verbal cues and gasps, until she came sweetly under Danika’s touch.
Then there was more. Another orgasm for Danika as Kim went down on her, learning her taste, teasing then licking steadily until, in only a couple of minutes, Danika came, soaking Kim’s mouth and chin with her moisture.
Danika brought Kim to another climax with her fingers before the need to pee, for water, for sleep claimed them both.
It’s the morning that Kim worries about. True, there was alcohol. Kim checked in often that this was what Danika wanted. And yes, Danika had been loud in her pleasure. Even so, Kim worries.
Will Danika say it was all a mistake? A wonderful time that can never happen again? Will she be embarrassed, concerned about Cami should they continue what they started? Or will the whole weirdness of her husband’s other wife swamp her in its complexity?
Kim turns on her side, wraps an arm around Danika’s waist.
Danika sighs in her sleep and shifts closer, her hair tickling Kim’s face.
She can deal with most of Danika’s concerns, she hopes, except the last one. If after all Chris comes between them, well that’s an unknown.
Kim has wondered if her attraction to Danika is in some way getting back at Chris. Stupid, as he is now ashes dissolving into the forest floor in the Dandenong Ranges and there is no getting back to be done. But in some twisted way, is she proving that she could have what Chris had? That she is better than him not only morally, but sexually too?
How fucked up is that?
She doesn’t think that’s the reason, though. Under what sun does that even make sense? There is no getting back at a dead person. And even if there was, surely being alive, enjoying her life regardless of the wrong he did to her, is the best revenge?
She presses a kiss to Danika’s shoulder and tries to calm her mind enough to sleep.
Kim wakes first in the morning. The autumn light filters through the curtains, and the muted rumble of traffic reaches her. She turns her head to look at the bedside clock. Nearly seven.
Quietly, so as not to disturb Danika, she gets out of bed and collects her clothes to dress in the bathroom. If this morning is going to be awkward, it would be better to be civilised and awkward while fully dressed with a coffee in hand.
It’s nearly an hour later before Danika appears. Kim has made a batch of veggie muffins, and pulling them out of the oven gives her something to do with her hands, and somewhere to look that isn’t at Danika.
“Hi.”
Kim turns from the oven and sees Danika framed in the doorway. Her hair and clothes are mussed, but she looks rested. She scans Danika’s face for signs of wariness, discomfort, upset. But Danika looks relaxed. A pink flush stains her cheeks, and she meets Kim’s eyes before glancing at the bench. “Is that coffee?”
“It is.” Kim flicks the switch on the coffee machine and pulls down another mug. She busies herself making Danika the perfect latte, frothing the milk for too long because it’s impossible to talk above the noise.
When she slides the mug across to Danika, she finally meets her eyes. “How are you this morning?”
Danika’s lips quirk up. “Fine. I’m fine. I haven’t sunk into an OMG-what-have-I-done funk.” She stares down at her mug. “Not yet, anyhow.”
The bands around Kim’s chest loosen a little. So far, so good, one small step for Danika. Or was it a giant step? “It was an amazing night for me, Danika. By any standards.”
