A Tale of Fur and Flesh
Page 9
“There’s something I have to tell you,” Ondine admitted, gazing into her friend’s cheerful eyes. Of course, she couldn’t say the words with Yvette looking right at her, so she leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t kiss Rejean without imagining you. Isn’t that scandalous?”
For all her reluctance, now that she’d finally given voice to her irreverent desires, they no longer seemed so devastating. In fact, they seemed rather funny. Ondine laughed. They both did.
“Do you think I can ever be happy with Rejean?” Ondine asked.
“I hope so, for your sake,” she sighed with seeming sincerity. Yvette spoke slowly into her ear, allowing each word the weight it deserved. “But if you want the absolute truth, I suspect you’d be more fulfilled if I were your lover.”
A new wave of desire bred goose bumps along Ondine’s bare arms. Yvette sat so near to her she could feel the intense heat radiating from that body cloaked all in black. Their cheeks brushed as Yvette leaned back to look into her eyes. Ondine knew she was about to get kissed. She knew it and did nothing to prevent it. She wanted that kiss. Would it feel as she’d always imagined? Soft and warm? Slow and languorous?
Yvette placed a firm hand on Ondine’s cheek, holding her gaze steady. As their lips touched, glossy pink against deep crimson, heavy breaths escaped them both. Ondine savoured their long-awaited first kiss, her frantic tongue swimming in the warm pool of Yvette’s mouth. Her body was electrified. Particles of energy darted through her like shooting stars. Never has she imagined a woman could kiss so heatedly, with such blazing intensity. Ondine wanted more. She wanted everything.
Welcoming Yvette’s touch, she hiked up the skirts of her gown with desperate determination. Moth to flame, Yvette’s hand cupped her mound over her new silk panties. Cupped and squeezed. Beneath her bridal lingerie, sweet juices flowed. Surrendering herself completely to the woman in black, she laid limp beneath the torrent of kisses. Whatever Yvette wished for, Ondine desired.
Forcing her satin-gloved hand beneath Ondine’s panties, Yvette plunged impassioned fingers into her silken slit. The nectar flowed faster as she rubbed those tender lips. Yvette broke away to watch in the mirror, mesmerized as she massaged the bride’s clito, but Ondine had waited far too long for that kiss. She wouldn’t let it slip away so easily. Grasping Yvette’s head in her hands, she brought the girl’s lips to hers and kissed them in a frenzy. There wasn’t much time. She had to get married soon.
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