by Lyn Gardner
Reaching the dark curls, Jamie ran a finger across the waves, inwardly smiling at their shortened length, and then ever so slowly, she dipped it between Diana’s legs.
“Oh, God,” Jamie said under her breath as the slickness of Diana’s passion coated her finger. Sliding through the thickened folds with intent, when she reached Diana’s center, Jamie slipped her finger inside effortlessly.
Diana’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Jamie’s finger ease into her, and arching her back, she opened her legs and silently begged for more. The desire to be taken – to be owned – had never been so strong, and as she felt Jamie begin to move inside of her, Diana moaned a raspy, “Yes.”
Deliberate in her rhythm, Jamie took her time as she stroked Diana. Sheathing herself within her for only a few seconds, she then slowly withdrew her finger to lazily explore the crevices moist with want, and each time she returned to the warm center of her lover, she pushed her finger deeper. The evidence of Diana’s passion coated Jamie’s hand, and the perfume of her lust was intoxicating. Musky and erotic, it filled Jamie’s senses, and as it did, she increased the tempo of her thrusts and Diana began to writhe.
The room filled with the sound of heated gasps as both women became lost in the rapture, and when Jamie added a second finger, instinctively Diana lifted her hips to receive it. Filling her completely, Jamie pumped the twin probes in and out, and within seconds, Diana’s bucks turned frenzied. Feeling Diana’s walls begin to clench, Jamie buried herself deep for a moment, before exiting and rubbing her fingertips over Diana’s clit. Over and over, in and out, she worked Diana’s need until she saw her grab fistfuls of the bedspread.
Quickly entering her again, Jamie curled her fingers and pressed them against the bundle of nerves that would take Diana over the edge. Hearing the guttural moans rising in Diana’s throat, Jamie whispered, “Come for me, darling. Come for me now.”
An exquisite explosion of ecstasy washed over Diana as she felt the flood within her release, and crying out at the sheer power of the orgasm, she arched and shuddered as the climax claimed her. Wave after wave shattered her body, and giving herself fully to it, Diana’s juices spewed forth.
Gently, Jamie removed her hand and listened as Diana’s breathing slowly returned to normal. After a few minutes, Diana opened her eyes and smiled at the woman gazing back at her. “You’re amazing.”
Jamie grinned for a second, but when the ache between her legs pounded for attention, she licked her lips and climbed off the bed. With her eyes locked on Diana, she rid herself of the rest of her clothes, and then knelt on the mattress by Diana’s side. “I need you,” she whispered. “Oh, God, I need you.”
Wasting no time, Diana rose to her knees, and lowering her eyes, took in the view. Areolas of dark pink were centered on breasts heavy and round, and nipples appearing like rose-colored pearls stood rigid at the centers. Jamie’s breathing had turned harsh and uneven, and as her chest rose and fell, Diana’s body tingled with the prospect of what was to come. Leaning down, there was no hesitation when she pulled a swollen nipple into her mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Jamie gasped, running her fingers through Diana’s hair. “Oh, yes.”
Circling her tongue around the sensitive peak, Diana felt it grow harder, and capturing it between her lips, she suckled, nibbled and licked until Jamie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away.
“You’re killing me,” Jamie moaned, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I’m too close…I’m just too close.”
Smiling at the fact that she wasn’t the only one unable to hold back her climax, Diana pushed Jamie to the bed. Quickly straddling one of Jamie’s legs, Diana said, “Tell me…show me.”
The sight of Diana hovering over her, with lips swollen and hair tousled was the most erotic thing Jamie had ever seen. Her skin glistened with sweat, her face was flushed, and her breasts dangled dangerously close to Jamie’s mouth. Even though Jamie needed release from the tempest building inside her, the thought of having Diana again was beyond tempting. Fighting the urge to ravish her again, Jamie reached up and pulled Diana’s face down. Kissing her hard, she plundered Diana’s mouth, sucking against her tongue and lips until there was no turning back. She needed Diana, and she needed her now.
Breaking out of the kiss, Jamie took Diana’s hand and stared intently into her eyes. Guiding it lower, when she was within a few inches from where she needed Diana to be, in a hoarse voice, Jamie said, “Do what you want. All I ask is that you make it hard…and you make it fast.”
Nodding her head, Diana slipped her hand from Jamie’s, and waiting only a second for Jamie to shift her legs farther apart, Diana felt Jamie’s sex for the very first time.
Diana had been aware of how her own body felt since her early teens, but in no way had that prepared her for this.
Under her fingers, she could feel the throb of Jamie’s desire, and Jamie’s essence felt like honey as it coated her fingers. Astounding by the soaked, petal-like folds thickened with want, Diana moved her fingers where she knew Jamie needed them, and without faltering, pushed two inside.
“Christ, yes!” Jamie exclaimed, clasping her thighs around Diana’s hand for an instant as she luxuriated in the sensation. Squeezing her legs hard, trying to ward off what she knew would come soon enough, a few seconds passed before Jamie relaxed and Diana was able to begin to move inside of her.
Honoring Jamie’s only request, Diana embedded her fingers to the hilt and then began to thrust them quickly in and out of the woman’s moist, tight center. Again and again, Diana plunged deep and hard, and matching Diana’s strokes with fervor, Jamie raised her hips to meet each and every one.
Gyrating against Diana’s fingers, Jamie was quickly losing her mind. Ecstasy was on the horizon, and gasping for air, her bucks became wild as she impaled herself on Diana’s fingers with abandon.
Her own breathing now fast and shallow, Diana watched in amazement as she drove Jamie to the place she had just visited. Starting as a tingling, distant and odd, and then changing to ripples of pleasure, soft and friendly, the climax would begin to build. But as the pleasure grows, the ripples begin to turn to waves, and inhibitions are lost as sensual tremors drive you toward screams.
Sheathing her fingers deep inside one more time, Diana curled them, and as she pressed against a most sensitive spot, she ran her thumb across Jamie’s clit, and promptly sent the woman over the edge.
Throaty moans escaped Jamie’s lips as her orgasm grew to a crescendo, and clasping her legs around Diana’s hand to still her movements, Jamie gave in to the climax. Shuddering explosions of splendor swept over her, and squeezing her legs together, she cried out as her body released. With breathy groans, she rode out each wave, arching her hips slightly at the ebb and then relaxing as the sensation dissolved.
Awash in the aftermath of the orgasm, time seemed to stand still until Jamie finally opened her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she smiled up at the woman sitting by her side. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” Diana said, returning her smile.
“Do you need to ask?”
With a throaty chuckle, Diana answered, “No.”
Propping herself up on her elbows, Jamie studied Diana’s face for a moment. “I have something to say, but I don’t want to scare you.”
Raising an eyebrow, Diana said hesitantly, “Okay?”
Taking a deep breath, Jamie said, “I’m totally in love with you.”
Dimples appeared as Diana slowly leaned forward, and seconds before their lips touched, she whispered, “The feeling is mutual.”
Epilogue
25 years later …
Whatcha doing?”
Looking up from the toast she was buttering, Jamie said, “I was thinking about bringing someone breakfast in bed, but apparently they didn’t stay put.”
“You know I can’t sleep when you’re not there.”
“After all these years, I would have thought that you would have gotten used to me getting up early
.”
“After all these years, I would have thought we wouldn’t have to have this conversation again,” Diana said with a grin.
Chuckling, Jamie licked some butter from her fingers. “Good point.”
“I thought so,” Diana replied.
Looking over her shoulder, she listened for a moment to the silence of the house.
“Are we the only ones up?”
“No, there was a mass evacuation just before eight.”
“Why?”
“Lindsay’s doing.”
“Huh?”
Washing her toast down with a gulp of coffee, Jamie asked, “Which one of our children would you say is the most romantic?”
“What?”
“Answer the question.”
“That’s easy. Lindsay, of course, but what does that have to do with them leaving the house so early. Especially today.”
“I think she arranged it so that we’d have some time alone,” Jamie said, snickering. “Apparently our oldest daughter doesn’t think we’re getting any.”
For a split-second, Diana stared back in disbelief, and then her smile grew even wider. “Little does she know.”
“Yes, but I do appreciate the effort,” Jamie said, watching as Diana walked over to the large center island and picked up a piece of toast.
Taking a few bites, she followed it with a gulp of coffee from Jamie’s mug.
Seeing no other food prepared, Diana said, “So your idea of breakfast in bed is toast and coffee? Maybe you should call Lindsay and have her give you a few pointers on romance.”
Laughing, Jamie said, “That’ll be the day.”
Snatching the toast from Diana’s hand, Jamie quickly tossed it in the trash.
Opening the double-door refrigerator, she pulled out a large silver tray holding a bottle of champagne, two chilled crystal flutes, a bowl of strawberries and a single long-stemmed red rose.
Placing it on the kitchen table, she turned around and grinned. “You were saying?”
Diana’s face lit up, and as her eyes filled with tears, Jamie sauntered over and pulled her into her arms. Placing a quick kiss on Diana’s lips, Jamie said, “Happy anniversary, darling.”
“Happy anniversary, Jamie,” Diana said, smiling back. “I love you.”
“I know,” Jamie replied with a cocky smirk. “What’s not to love?”
Rolling her eyes, Diana reached over, picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth. Sighing at the scrumptious flavor, Diana began to reach for another when Jamie grabbed her hand.
“Hey, don’t I get any?”
“Sure,” Diana replied, taking another and quickly eating it. “Have all you want.”
A low growl escaped as Jamie bent down and kissed Diana again, but this time the kiss was anything but quick.
Tender and slow, Jamie explored Diana’s mouth, absorbing the flavors of strawberry, coffee and Diana. Their lips parted and met several times before they finally separated and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“You’re amazing,” Diana said in a whisper, smiling up at her wife.
For a moment, Jamie returned Diana’s look, but then a surge of déjà vu washed over her. Salivating at the memory, she unconsciously licked her lips as she stared hungrily at the woman standing in front of her.
Having been together for over twenty-five years, Diana had grown to recognize all of Jamie’s moods. While she was more than familiar with the look in Jamie’s eyes, there was something else lurking just under the surface, and it was that something else that had Diana worried. With a hint of apprehension, she asked, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Instead of answering the question, Jamie walked back to the center island and went about clearing off the top.
Placing the toaster, butter dish and coffee cup on another counter, she took off her black velour robe and laid it across the green-black granite surface.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
Diana asked, walking over to the island.
Wrapping Diana in a bear hug, in a flash, Jamie lifted her and placed her on the counter.
“Jamie, what the fuck—”
“Do you remember our first Christmas? Or should I say, do you remember the first Christmas morning we spent together?”
Staring blankly at her wife for a moment, Diana thought about the question, and suddenly her eyes bulged.
“No!” she said, shaking her head.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” Jamie asked, wearing her best Cheshire cat grin.
“Because…because we have children,” Diana answered, immediately sighing at her own lame excuse.
“They’re not here, and Lindsay told me not to expect them back until at least two,” Jamie said, loosening the sash on Diana’s robe.
Pushing her hand away, Diana said, “Jamie, you’re out of your mind.”
“Why? Because I want you…like I had you back then.”
“Then let’s go upstairs and you can,” Diana said. “Why use a countertop when we can use a bed?”
Gazing deep into Diana’s eyes, Jamie lowered her mouth and a fraction of a second before placing her lips on Diana’s, she purred, “Because I want something to eat right now…and what better place to eat, than in the kitchen?”
Diana barely had time to inhale before Jamie captured her lips in a heated kiss, and lost in the moment, she opened her mouth and allowed Jamie inside. Tongues swirled and lips savored as they fed on each other’s flavors in a passion-filled kiss, and Diana’s vehement objection about making love atop the kitchen counter was quickly forgotten.
Over the years, they had made love in practically every room in their home, and furniture strong enough to hold their weight had done just that. They had discovered words that could make the other swoon and erogenous zones that could make the other squirm. They had made the most gentlest of love during nights that had turned into days, and in the midst of several heated arguments, they had ended their disagreement in a skirmish of torn clothes, sweat-soaked skin and gasps begging for more. They had fingered, they had tongued, and they had toyed.
It didn’t matter that breasts now drooped a bit when once they were firm.
It didn’t matter that Jamie’s blonde hair had lost some of its sheen, or that Diana’s dark-brown was now highlighted with strands of gray. Laugh lines could easily be seen, and stretch marks would never disappear, but the effects of time had yet to dampen their spirit or desire. Their love was as undeniable as it was insatiable.
They broke out of the kiss panting for air, and as both struggled to refill their lungs, they gazed at each other through eyes now darkened by passion.
Diana knew that she could easily convince Jamie to follow her upstairs to their soft and spacious bed, but suddenly she didn’t want comfort. She wanted raw. She wanted spontaneous and untamed; where their carnal lust would lead them to sweat-soaked bodies and screams born from ecstasy. Never in Diana’s wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would spend the morning of her wedding anniversary on her kitchen counter with Jamie’s head between her legs, but that’s just what was about to happen.
Although neither had ever denied the other anything, it wasn’t until Jamie saw Diana’s infinitesimal nod that she began unbuttoning Diana’s red silk pajama top.
Swallowing hard as the fabric gaped open, Jamie said in a raspy voice, “Lift your hips, darling.”
Seconds later, Diana found herself naked from the waist down, and when Jamie moved nearer, Diana wrapped her legs around the woman’s hips and pulled her close. Their lips met in a hot and hungry kiss, and when the scent of Diana’s desire rose up between their bodies, Jamie’s sex throbbed.
With a groan, Jamie ended the kiss, and gently pushing Diana back until she was lying across the counter, Jamie licked her lips and grabbed the fabric of the black robe under Diana’s body.
Easily sliding her to the edge, she leaned over and began placing the gentlest of kisses across Diana’s bell
y. Slowly moving her way lower, when she reached the triangle of shortened curls and placed her hands on her wife’s thighs, Diana unabashedly opened her legs.
Jamie’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of Diana’s womanly petals glistening with need. Unable to resist, she ran a finger lightly over the swollen folds, and when she heard Diana moan in response, she leaned over and ran her tongue over her wife’s moist center.
“Oh, God,” Diana said in a breath as she lifted one leg over Jamie’s shoulder.
“Oh…sweetheart, yes.”
Jamie smiled at Diana’s ragged response. Breathing deep the headiness of her wife’s intimate bouquet, she began slowly dragging the tip of her tongue through Diana’s slick, puckered furrows, and quickly lost herself in the intoxicating flavor. Minutes ticked by as Jamie continued to draw her tongue through Diana’s lower lips. Lapping at the earthy nectar as it seeped from her wife’s core, Jamie was relentless in the attention she was giving every crevice as she licked, nuzzled and sucked Diana toward orgasm.
Their lives had just come full circle.
Nearly twenty-six years before, Diana had found herself in the same kitchen, on the same counter and in the same position, and just as she had done back then, she raised her head and looked down just as Jamie looked up. Their eyes met…and the years disappeared.
They were lovers still young in mind and spirit, who yearned for each other just as they had so many years before.
Swallowing hard at the intensity she saw in Jamie’s eyes, Diana propped herself up on her elbows and basked in both the feel and the sight of her wife between her legs. Her jaw fell open as Jamie ran her tongue teasingly through her folds, and sucking in a quick breath, Diana reached down and guided Jamie to where she needed her.
Adoring the silent instruction, Jamie gave Diana what she knew she wanted.
Uncovering her clit, now pearled to perfection, Jamie flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub, and a throaty groan rose in Diana’s throat as her legs shuddered in response.
