18Author's Note: Thanks for the feedback on chapter 1, decided that I wanted to see some sort of resolution for Kelsey and Mia, too. So here it is. I've upped the rating for graphic sexual content and language in this chapter, so if that sort of thing offends, please move on. Thanks for reading.
I watched the fire in the fireplace as it crackled away, the logs beneath the flames slowly turning into a charred mass of ashes. I brought my mug of hot cocoa to my lips and sipped carefully, sucking in a couple of mini-marshmallows as I did.
My legs tucked under me, I covered myself with the blanket from the back of the couch and looked above the fireplace to the mantle. Pictures lined the richly stained cherry wood, and my eyes slowly meandered over each one of the silver frames in the row, from the left to the middle.
The pictures highlighted all the major events of my young adulthood—my high school graduation, my twenty-first birthday cruise to the Bahamas, the birth of my nephew…
All those led to the middle picture…my wedding picture. The professional picture taken by the photographer, with everyone posing all in a row. My bridesmaids smiled beautifully from my side and my little niece grinned at the end of the row, holding a small basket full of flower petals.
A sigh escaped my throat as I remembered that day…how emotional it had been, how happy we had been. It was like I had been waiting my entire life for that day…and when it finally happened it hadn't been like I had expected it to be. The emotions were different than I had anticipated, the intensity of things more powerful. My parents had behaved themselves; my grandmother had been sitting in the front row, watching with tearful eyes…
And everyone looked amazing. Especially Mia.
My bride had looked simply breathtaking that day, in her white Armani tux that was just incredible on her. The woman of my dreams had stood across from me that day at the altar of the church I'd always dreamt of being married in, and we'd exchanged vows tearfully in front of all of our loved ones.
Thinking about our wedding day, I couldn't help but remember how we'd ended up there—when I had shown up at her hotel room the night before my intended wedding to Tom, I had been sure that she would let me go. I thought that she would listen to my fears, be incredibly sweet to me, then send me on my way to my wedding the next day.
But that hadn't been the case. When I stood up and hugged her tightly after confessing my feelings for her, and when I had kissed her softly for the first time, she had gripped me back and simply refused to let me go. That night was it for us, and we both knew it.
It would be impossible for me to forget the taste of her lips that night, or the heat of her touch on my bare skin as she eased my dress slowly off of me, tasting me as more and more was revealed. Her strong, soft hands had lightly caressed, stroked, teased, that night…enlivening my entire body with sensations that I had never even known existed. The first time she eased her solid, athletic body carefully on top of me, I knew that I would never love anything more than the feel of her body weight above me, our skin feverish as we touched skin to skin. Sweat mingled, scents collided, our lips meshed and our tongues danced delicately with each other.
Honestly…I thought that I would die that night. I had never felt passion quite like that before, never felt such a burning need to be with someone ever in my life. The way that she touched me and kissed me, tasting and testing my body made me wetter than I'd ever been up to that point. I throbbed for her, ached for her, arched my spine into her touch and wrapped a leg around her hip, pulling myself closer.
"Kels, I love you so much," she had breathed into my lips as she held herself up above me with one arm. The other was caressing the bra strap off my shoulder, giving her more skin to run her fingers over.
"Oh god, babe, I love you too," I moaned as she kissed down my jaw and began running her tongue down the column of my throat. She lifted her head and looked at me, smiling hugely.
"You do, huh?" she said softly, her dark eyes looking deeply into mine. A smile found its way to my face, as well, and I sat up underneath her, slowly forcing her to sit up on her knees. I put my hands on her hips and eased her carefully onto her back on the bed, nodding down at her.
"I do, of course I do. I don't know how I ever thought I was going to be able to marry someone else," I murmured, running my hands over her taut, muscular body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled sharply as my fingers outlined her abs lightly, my skin really just grazing over hers.
I'd been fascinated with her body ever since I could remember…but I suppose that when you care for someone as much as I have always cared for Mia, it's natural to be curious about every little detail of them; emotionally, intellectually, and physically. At one point we'd been as close emotionally as two people can get, but we'd never ventured into the physical side of things. Never kissed, never had anything more than a friendly hug (though those hugs got quite drawn-out and intense over the years).
She just lie there, pliant and beautiful beneath me that night, as I knelt with one knee between hers and the other just on the outside of them. Her huge, dark eyes burned into me…begging me to go further. Begging me to do what I wanted with my hands, with her skin.
"Oh, baby," I whispered, bending slightly to kiss from her naval to the bottom edge of her bra. She arched her body into my kiss, her chest heaving and her hands moving up to tangle in my hair. A sly smile captured my mouth as I slipped a hand underneath her arched body, somehow unhooking her bra with two fingers.
Mia's eyes snapped open when she felt her bra release, and she looked at me…looking very surprised.
"Kelsey! Why are you so good at that?!" she laughed, grinning up at me. I chuckled, shrugging as much as one can shrug when they're holding themselves above someone else on a bed.
"I don't know…guess I'm just really good with my fingers or something," I told her, a blush creeping to my cheeks. Her hands moved slightly, and she caressed my cheekbones with her thumbs. For a long moment she just looked at me…then moved one thumb to brush lightly over my lower lip.
"You wanna show me how good you are with your fingers?" she said softly, her smile having faded. My eyes traced her face, from her chin to her beautiful, almond shaped eyes, the eyes I loved and had loved for so long.
"I want to show you a lot of things," I told her, my voice really just a breath. I placed my hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms, catching her bra straps on the way and pulling the bra off of her. Our eyes were locked on each other as I took the garment off, tossing it carefully aside. Finally, after so many years of wanting and wondering, I looked down at her breasts in the dim light of the hotel room.
Perfect…I'd known it. I palmed them both, gasping at the warmth of her skin under my hands and the weight of her perfectly palm-sized breasts. It was amazing…I'd never held another woman's breasts before...and it hit me then that I was having my first lesbian sexual experience. And I was having it with her; the one I'd dreamt of, the one I'd hoped for, the one.
As I carefully kneaded her breasts in my hands, rolling her perfectly pink nipples underneath my thumbs, she moaned and pulled my head to hers, kissing me deeply. Her tongue swept into my mouth and I moaned back at her, meeting her with my own tongue and squeezing her breasts just a bit harder.
Breaking our kiss gradually, I moved down her body a bit, kissing across her collarbone and then between those amazing breasts. My hands trailed down as well, giving me the chance to take one of her now-erect nipples into my mouth. I sucked like I was going to devour her, taking as much of her into my mouth as I could, loving the taste of her skin and the clean scent of her body. She smelled of soap and cologne, and was the most beautiful thing I'd ever tasted.
"Oh God, Kels…Oh my fucking god…" she moaned, her hands moving down from my hair to my shoulders. She gripped me tightly, especially when I slipped a hand down into her boxers. I carefully slid my fingers over her smooth, shaven lips…loving the softness of them and feeling a surge of excitement from my belly down.
Hesitantly at first, but with increasing confidence, I slipped a finger between her lips and felt her wetness for the first time. She felt divine…just everything that I wanted her to feel. Everything I'd thought she may feel like. I found her clit almost immediately—it was hard and when I brushed over it with my finger she let out a loud, sexy moan as I slid my fingertip around and around…
"Is this good?" I whispered, knowing it was but wanting to hear her tell me anyway. My lover pushed her hips up into my hand and nodded her approval.
"Oh God yes…I want to touch you too, baby," she breathed to me, grasping my shoulders and pulling me up just a bit. I kissed her breast one more time and slid up her body, licking my lips and kissing her fiercely. I kept my hand where it was, caressing her carefully in slow, gentle strokes.
Mia's hand slid slowly down my body as I lie slightly to one side of her, and her caress of my breasts, then my stomach, then my hips sent me reeling. My movements on her clit staggered, as I was shocked at the jolt that feeling her touch sent through me…but when her fingers found their way into my panties and began stroking away at me, encouraging my wetness, I found my rhythm with her.
Her fingers swirled around my clit in circles, something I'd never quite experienced before…she was definitely making my first lesbian experience an intensely pleasurable one.
I could feel the slow vibrating tingle in my pelvis that signaled an impending orgasm, and I found myself surprised that it was coming so quickly. My movements started to stutter again, but Mia shook her head slightly, leaning up and kissing me again.
"Hold on one more second, baby…" she panted, increasing the speed of her fingers caressing me. My girl had thrust her hips up into my hand one more time and pressed on my throbbing clit, and suddenly we had both come…we came together and we came hard, crying out into each other's necks.
We gripped one another tightly, shuddering into each other's embraces as we came down from the orgasms we'd just brought each other to. Both of us mumbled 'Oh Gods' breathlessly into one another's skin. Mia's lips started moving over my neck and throat, then my jaw and finally she found my lips again.
"God I've been wanting that for a long, long time," she whispered when we separated. I grinned at her, breathing deeply, kissing her again.
"So have I…and that was the best sex I've ever had," I told her. And it was, truly...I had never come so fast or so hard before. And no one had ever touched me the way that she did, so tenderly but knowingly…she'd known exactly what was going to feel good. Lesbian sex was the best.
We looked at each other for a long time after we'd both caught our breath, holding each other as the sweat cooled between our bodies. She reached over and switched off the bedside light, pulling the covers over us and pulling me closer to her, holding me tight.
"Love you…love you so much," she whispered to me, caressing my face with one thumb. All I could do was smile at her, lean forward to kiss her. She was the love of my life, and there—in her arms in that hotel on that night—was where I belonged, exactly.
That was the first night of the most incredible era of my life…the beginning of us, the way that we should have been from the very beginning. We had made love so many times that night, and the euphoria that I felt couldn't be measured. And was the very best thing I'd ever felt in my life up to that night.
Of course, there were the un-pleasantries to get past before things could be nice and neat for us…like breaking off my wedding with Tom. And telling my parents that I was in love with a woman. Tom's mother had, of course, been angry and devastated to hear that I was taking my beautiful Mia out of the equation for her and breaking her son's heart. It had been messy, unpleasant, altogether one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
But I'd done it for her. Mia stayed in town the entire time that I went through all this—postponed her flight back to Los Angeles and stayed in the hotel room that we'd made love in that first night. She stuck around as long as she could before needing to return back to California to run her business.
Once I had gotten all the loose ends tied up post-wedding, I went about my normal life with one big exception; Mia and I were flying back and forth between Georgia and California trying to spend time together. Trying to build a relationship that had been brewing quietly for ten years proved to be more difficult from three thousand miles away than even we had anticipated.
But then, on one of her many visits to Atlanta to see me, Mia dropped to one knee during a romantic night out and asked me to marry her. I cried, of course, and when I said yes she cried too. We went back to my house that night and made love for hours upon hours, celebrating the amazing time we'd had together and the future that we were both looking forward to together. Not a month after that, I moved to Los Angeles with her and into her giant, gorgeous home.
As soon as we could get everything organized and everyone's schedules coordinated, Mia paid to have everyone that we wanted at our wedding flown out to Cali. We married on the beach in Malibu, with twenty or so of our close friends and relatives present. We spent our honeymoon in Northern California hiking and such, secluding ourselves in a cabin for the most part. It was wonderful…everything that I had ever hoped it would be.
I was brought back from my reverie by footsteps coming into the room. Looking over toward their source, I saw the object of my thoughts walking toward me across our huge living room. She was smiling at me, and I couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked in faded jeans and a black sweater.
"Hey baby…what'cha thinking about?" she asked me, sinking into the sofa next to me. I put my mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table and turned to her, opening my arms to her. She slid into them without hesitation, resting back against me on the sofa.
"I was thinking about…when we got together. And our wedding…and how glad I am that you're my wife," I whispered in her ear. I felt her shiver, in spite of the heat coming off of the fire in the fireplace. I knew it was the sensation of my breath on her ear that had done it—she'd always had a weakness for that.
"Ohhh…" she breathed, turning her head and craning her neck to kiss me. I returned the kiss, aware of the awkward positioning of her neck and made it short and sweet. When she returned to her normal position, resting her head against my chest, I kissed her hair and rested my cheek against her head.
"Did she go down okay?" I asked. She nodded, bumping my head up and down slightly.
"Yeah, she was tired. Guess learning to walk is pretty exhausting," she answered. I smiled, nodding. Our baby girl was at the age where she had figured out pulling herself up on coffee tables and chairs, standing on her own and then taking a few wobbly steps before plopping down on her diaper-padded butt.
"I guess it is…I still can't believe the life we've got, baby. I'm so happy I can't even describe it, Mia. I love you so much," I told her, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. I heard the smile in her voice when she replied.
"I love how sentimental you get when you're thinking about how we got together…makes me love you even more," she said. I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face, and I nuzzled into her hair. Closing my eyes and inhaling the wonderful apple scent of her shampoo, I let myself drift away with her. She was everything to me…and our baby was a more than welcome addition to our family, the cherry on top of the sundae that was my life with Mia.
To this day, I don't think I could have been happier. My Mia is the absolute love of my life.