Fire and Water

by Amanda Kayhart

  “You deserve to have someone like that all the time.”

  “You don’t believe I’m chasing an unrealistic dream?”

  “No.” Michelle inched closer, taking Diane’s hand and lifting it to her lips. Michelle kissed her knuckles softly. “I don’t believe that at all.”

  “It’s difficult rearranging my thinking after being told for so long this was all for nothing.”

  “If writing makes you happy, is it really all for nothing?” Michelle tucked a loose strand of Diane’s hair over her ear.

  “No.”

  “There’s nothing wrong enjoying things that make us happy.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you?”

  Diane nodded. “Accepting it though is something I’ve always struggled with.”

  Michelle moved her hand to Diane’s cheek and stroked it affectionately. “Me too,” she whispered. “But…”

  Diane closed her eyes and leaned into Michelle’s touch.

  “Lately,” Michelle’s fingers dipped to Diane’s jawline, her touch delicate and unhurried, “I’ve been finding it easier and easier to give in.”

  Diane opened her eyes, but how impossible it was not believing it was all a dream. Michelle made her feel so good. So worthy. Desired. But it wasn’t only Michelle, Diane was starting to believe in herself again too. This lack of confidence wasn’t always this humiliatingly pronounced, but years’ worth of personal digs and snide remarks was a lot to shake. This sabbatical was proving essential to her self-worth. Not only was her old self swimming back to the surface, but a new, fiery, and impassioned persona was coming to light too—set ablaze by this beautiful, unexpected, and mesmerizing woman showing up right out of the blue.

  Michelle tilted her head closer. “It’s okay to want things, Diane.”

  Diane watched Michelle’s mouth as she spoke. The taste of her kiss soaring to the forefront of her mind. “Is it?”

  “Of course.”

  Pulling her gaze from Michelle’s lips, Diane fell back into her eyes, her words leaving her in a breathless whisper, “What if it’s you that I want?”

  Michelle’s hands were in Diane’s hair. Her mouth on her lips. And the only response Diane could muster was a helpless moan in reply as their kiss deepened. Kissing Michelle always felt good—beyond amazing—but this kiss was different. It was charged. Heated. Hungry and lustful. Like they’d both been waiting, holding their breath in anticipation for this moment of release. God knows it’d been hours for Diane, since that first glimpse of Michelle at her door. She wanted her. And now, with Michelle’s warm tongue slipping past her lips, and Diane’s hands slipping down Michelle’s body, she could feel how badly Michelle wanted her too. It was the most erotic moment Diane had ever experienced and she needed to feel Michelle all over her. Wrapping her arm around Michelle’s waist, Diane pulled Michelle onto her lap.

  “I have a confession to make,” Michelle said. Straddling Diane’s thighs, her lips found their way to Diane’s neck, hot, wet, desperate.

  “Oh?” Diane shut her eyes, succumbing to the sharp pangs of pleasure Michelle gave her, doting on her most vulnerable spot.

  “I was more than a little distracted during your reading.”

  “Were you? How so?”

  “By your mouth,” Michelle whispered, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses around her pulse point, “your lips. I heard every word, but my God, I could only focus on how sexy your mouth was, and how I wanted to have it on me.”

  “What a relief it wasn’t just me.” Diane dazzled the woman in her arms, as Michelle braced herself on the cushion and stared into Diane. She ran her hands up Michelle’s shoulders, her neck, and landed on her face. Her thumb traced Michelle’s bottom lip, the rosy flesh glistening from their kiss. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?” she asked. “How much I think about it? I can never escape you.”

  Michelle kissed her and rested their foreheads together, her mouth open, short, fast breaths falling from her lips. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  Diane was trembling. Pressed against the bedroom door, Michelle’s mouth was on hers, her hands were everywhere—everywhere but where Diane needed them to be. The subtle tightness that settled between Diane’s legs on the couch, was now full-blown throbbing she was aching to assuage. Their kisses were salacious. Tongues, eager. The teasing nips Michelle gave her bottom lip drove Diane absolutely insane. Had she ever been this turned on before? Jittering with anticipation? Gasping for air? Grabbing Michelle anywhere her desperate hands could reach, she felt like a hasty and ill-prepared teenager. Except this time around, she knew exactly what she was doing. Diane knew exactly what she wanted. Who she wanted. And who she wanted was Michelle—this beautiful, sexy woman who made her heart swoon and her knees as wobbly and weak as jelly.

  Michelle pulled away and looked at Diane. A provocative smirk spread across her lips. “God, Diane,” she said, leading her by the hand across the room, “come here.”

  A small table lamp lit the way, but the bedroom was a blur in Diane’s periphery. From what she could gather, the space was simple. With a few features scattered here and there—a dresser, nightstand, rocking chair, a braided rug under Diane’s feet as they crossed the hardwood floor. But all Diane could see clearly was Michelle, those bright brown eyes, and the undeniable look of desire filling their vivid depths.

  They fell into bed together. Diane greeted Michelle with open arms and a searing kiss. Cupping her face, Diane rubbed her thumb along her cheek bones, their bodies writhing. Diane battled herself. Fought with her longing to submit fully to Michelle, or take absolute control, having her the way she’d wanted to for so long. They had time. They had plenty of time, Diane thought. All night, if they wanted. That idea gave her a startling pause, and Diane drew her lips away, her hands stilling on Michelle’s face.

  “Is everything all right?” Michelle asked. A look of concern splashed across her face. She sat up slightly. “Is this too much?”

  “No,” Diane said immediately. She softened her expression as she absorbed Michelle’s worried gaze. “No, not at all. I just—”

  Michelle’s eyes darted across Diane’s features. “What is it?”

  “This is very new to me,” Diane answered, her voice sinking low with uncertainty. “The last time, I was—it’s been—” Diane sighed, her eyes fluttering shut briefly. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “You couldn’t,” Michelle reassured her quickly. She came forward and brought their lips together in a delicate kiss. “Trust me. You couldn’t. And this is new to me too. The same feelings are racing through me.”

  “Are you sure?” Diane asked, studying Michelle hovering seductively above her. “You seem rather adept at the moment.”

  “Maybe I’m better at containing my insecurities,” she smirked.

  Diane chuckled. “Compared to my unruly apprehension.”

  “Exactly.” Michelle kissed her again. “We can’t all be perfect.”

  Diane laughed harder and, wrapping her arm around Michelle’s waist, flipped their positions. Straddling Michelle’s hips, she pinned Michelle’s hands above her head. “You are quite the instigator, Ms. St. Gelais.”

  “Am I?” Michelle teased. “Oh, dear. That’s unfortunate for you.”

  Diane hummed an amused reply as she placed her lips on Michelle’s neck. Michelle’s skin was so warm and soft under her mouth, and Diane delighted in the touch, kissing her over and over again, taking in the sweet scent of her perfume as she did.

  “Myself on the other hand? I’ve gotten into a very favorable position because of it,” Michelle purred, running her hands along Diane’s backside, “so I’m certainly not complaining.”

  “You are impossible.”

  “Yes. I am. But you seem to enjoy it.”

  Diane watched Michelle as she took her bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it gently.

  “Please don’t be nervous,” Michelle said, her voice softening. She lifted her han
d to Diane’s cheek and caressed it affectionately. “I really like you, Diane. Whatever you’re willing to give,” she offered, “I’ll gladly take.”

  Diane’s heart skipped at those reassuring words, clinging to Michelle’s comforting eyes.

  “Tonight’s up to you.”

  “How does absolutely everything sound?” Diane smiled.

  A matching expression stretched across Michelle’s lips. “Like you should kiss me already.”

  Diane laid her lips on Michelle. She explored the taste of her, losing herself in their kiss and Michelle’s fingers as she slid her hands underneath Diane’s sweater, and dug her nails into the shallow dip of her spine. The first touch of Michelle’s fingers on Diane’s bare skin was rousingly assertive and teeming with need, and it coaxed a deep, carnal moan from Diane’s core, spilling raggedly past her lips.

  “I’ve never wanted someone like this before,” Michelle mumbled against Diane’s mouth, as she sat up, shifting Diane backwards, and sloppily pawed at her own shirt buttons. “Do you know that? Do you have any earthly clue what you do to me?”

  Diane’s gaze latched onto Michelle’s then slowly drifted down her chest, watching as the heavy breaths came in and out of her lungs. They matched her own hurried cadence. The thought of Michelle stripping out of her clothes for her was such an erotic thought, but the chance of doing it herself—button by button—took Diane’s desire to a whole other level. She placed her hand over Michelle’s and stopped her.

  “Wait,” Diane whispered. “May I?”

  Michelle nodded, and Diane brought her fingers to her shirt, unbuttoning. Their eyes held steady. A force of heat radiated between them. When the buttons were free, and the fabric loose, Diane pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and wasted no time at all getting to work on Michelle’s black bra, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Michelle was stunning. Her breasts were gorgeous, slightly larger than a handful and beautiful, and the sight of her dark, brownish-pink nipples tightly aroused was something at which to marvel.

  But there was one place. One taunting spot Diane was aching to touch. Drawing Michelle closer, Diane skimmed her fingertips down Michelle’s shapely arms, following her own fingers tracing over her tattoos, before carefully lowering her mouth to her skin. Diane pressed her lips to the colorful ink, down her toned bicep and switched to the other arm, opening her mouth and dragging the soft tip of her warm tongue over Michelle’s flesh like she was a feast to be had. She’d been dying to get her mouth on these arms for weeks.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time,” Diane said, kissing her way back to Michelle’s mouth.

  Michelle smiled against her lips. “Have you?”

  “Those tattoos are so unbelievably sexy.”

  “They’re sexier with your mouth on them,” Michelle said. “Take off your clothes.”

  In a hot flash, their clothes were quickly discarded, and they were naked, wrapped up in each other’s arms, laying side by side, limbs tangled in a fit of passion. Touching. Kissing. Cupping Michelle’s breast, Diane lowered herself and tongued each hardened peak, until Michelle was a squirming mess in her arms.

  “Oh, God, Diane.” Tilting her head back, Michelle dug her hands in Diane’s hair ardently. “I won’t last if you keep that up.”

  The arousing sounds from Michelle urged her on, and when they kissed again, Diane’s hands were all over Michelle. Up her bare back. Her hips. Ribs. When Diane’s hands finally reached her breasts again, Diane’s touch was no longer exploratory and tender. She pinched and tugged Michelle’s dark nipples, drawing out the sexiest, animalistic groan Diane had ever heard. Boy, could she ever stay like this all night, drawing out those amazing sounds.

  “Jesus,” Michelle cried.

  Diane held her tightly in her arms, her nipple firmly between her fingers.

  “Please,” Michelle uttered in a raspy plea. “I need to come.”

  Diane smirked and planted a satisfactory kiss on Michelle’s lips. She loved seeing this woman unraveling. What an extraordinary turn-on, to have Michelle in this position. Begging her. Submitting. Pleading for release. After stripping away Michelle’s rough and ragged layers, week after week, and arriving at this soft and intimate moment between them—their bare bodies entwined, Michelle’s leg wrapped around Diane, hasty breaths falling from their lips—what a remarkable turn of events. If it wasn’t for Diane’s own demanding needs becoming painfully unbearable too, she’d drag out this scenario more. But they’d both waited long enough, and Diane slid her hand between them, and dipped her fingers between Michelle’s legs, finding her swollen and tender and wet.

  Oh, so very wet.

  “My, you feel incredible,” Diane panted, drawing tight circles over Michelle’s clit.

  Michelle latched onto Diane and shut her eyes, losing herself in Diane’s touch.

  They reached a smooth rhythm with Diane’s fingers working fast and steady. Diane was beyond stopping now. There was no slow. No restraint. No pausing to question or second-guess the moment or validate her nerves. There was only Diane and Michelle. Together. In the moment. And what an exhilarating moment it was, watching the building desperation in Michelle’s movements, how she met each stroke of Diane’s fingers with a gasping moan and a thrust of her hips; the feverish nuance of Michelle’s breathing alone was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

  Until.

  The blissful cry from Michelle as she climaxed fast and hard, and Diane fixated on the gorgeous sights of her riding out the pleasure in her arms. She’d never seen something so beautiful in her life—Michelle arching her back, her body shaking through her climax—and Diane slid her hand away slowly, as Michelle relaxed and laid limp for a moment with her eyes shut. Diane collapsed onto her back and watched Michelle as she recovered.

  Michelle draped her arm over her eyes. “I think I blacked out for a second.”

  Diane chuckled and settled her hand on Michelle’s thigh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “Please do,” Michelle sighed heavily.

  Diane cleared a strand of Michelle’s hair from her face. “You don’t have to reciprocate, if I’ve exhausted you,” she said with tender smile. “It’s okay.”

  “Are you kidding? No,” Michelle said defiantly, conjuring her energy and quickly climbing onto Diane. She lowered her mouth to Diane’s breasts, taking her time with each nipple in her mouth. She flicked the buds with her tongue. “We are far from finished.”

  Any rebuttal Diane could’ve produced was swiftly lost with Michelle’s hands and mouth on her breasts. She closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open. The ecstasy of Michelle’s warm lips on her was breathtakingly exquisite, giving Diane hot pangs of pleasure she’d never experienced before. Her body was close to overheating, and Michelle was barely beginning.

  Michelle pulled away and watched, dipping her fingers lower, teasing the fine hair between Diane’s legs. “Is this what you want?”

  “More,” Diane hissed, her back arching off the bed. “Please.”

  “You want me to touch you like this?” Michelle taunted.

  Diane sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. “I won’t stand it if you don’t.”

  Kissing her way down Diane’s body, running her mouth along her stomach and hips, Michelle settled between Diane’s legs. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered, her hands running along Diane’s inner thighs, “I can never take my eyes off of you.”

  Diane stared down at Michelle, finding her brown eyes staring right back at her. Her mouth inches from where Diane needed her.

  “I’m going to put my fingers inside you, now,” Michelle spoke, her hot breath pouring over Diane’s sex. “Is that okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “And taste you while I do it,” Michelle continued, as she pushed the tips of her fingers softly into her, “will you let me?”

  “Please.” Diane clutched the bedsheets, as her legs fell open further, the need for Michelle’s touch becoming unbearable. “Anything you w
ant. Just touch me.”

  The flat of Michelle’s tongue ran up her center the same moment her finger dipped fully inside and sent shocks of pleasure through Diane. But it was nothing compared to a second later, when Michelle pressed fully against her sex, mouthing and tonguing every tender inch of her. Diane thought she’d never recover.

  “Fuck,” Diane moaned, her hips thrusting from the bed in pleasure. “Oh, Michelle.”

  Michelle’s tongue coated her in long, tender strokes. She lapped at Diane’s center, licking her, tasting her, while Michelle’s two, strong fingers gave her unwavering pleasure. Diane threw her head back and snapped her eyes shut. She fumbled for anything—the bedsheets, pillow, headboard—she could reach and cling to, riding out the feelings Michelle was giving to her. But did Diane really close her eyes, though? Or did she simply black out like Michelle joked about earlier. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, with Michelle making her feel so unbelievably damn good.

  So good, Diane didn’t last a full minute more with Michelle licking and touching the perfect spots. Her orgasm came fast and left her breathless, and Diane clung to Michelle’s head, stroking herself on the warm flesh of Michelle’s tongue as the waves of her orgasm swept her away. Diane’s limbs went limp and she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath.

  Climbing up the bed, Michelle wiped her mouth and smiled, collapsing beside Diane. She placed a gentle kiss on Diane’s lips and settled against her, catching her breath.

  “You sound amazing when you come,” Michelle said stroking Diane’s stomach, her fingers rising and falling with Diane’s breathing.

  “Mm,” Diane mumbled as her face heated red. She turned and kissed Michelle’s forehead. “That’s because you made me feel amazing.”

  “I gathered that much,” Michelle said, eyeing Diane with a satisfied grin.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Was that a full-on swear word that came out of your mouth just now?”