Page 38 of Learning Curves

“Don’t be. Don’t ever apologize for being honest with me.” Audrey lay beside her, wrapping an arm around Michelle.

“I’ve ruined the mood.” Michelle was still beyond mortified by her behavior.

“No, you haven’t.” Audrey kissed her, and just like that, the heat flared back to life between them. Her body pressed against Michelle’s, and for several long minutes, there was nothing but the pleasure of Audrey’s mouth, her tongue and lips and teeth.

Michelle had always loved kissing, and with Audrey, it was even more pleasurable.

It felt like the creation of something, like a tapestry spun between them, a manifestation of their desire.

Michelle didn’t realize she’d slipped a thigh between Audrey’s until she felt the evidence of Audrey’s desire slicking her skin. Oh. That felt so good.

Audrey moaned, moving herself more firmly against Michelle’s thigh.

She could come like that, she’d told Michelle, and based on the catch in her breath, it was the truth.

But suddenly, that wasn’t enough for Michelle.

She wanted Audrey to come on her fingers.

She needed Audrey to come on her fingers.

This time.

Because she also wanted Audrey to come against her tongue. But first ...

She brought a hand between them, removing her thigh as her fingers took over, stroking Audrey.

She was so wet, and it felt amazing as Michelle’s fingers familiarized themselves with the contours of Audrey’s body.

She loved this, loved the whimper that spilled from Audrey’s lips as Michelle’s fingertips discovered the little bud she sought.

Her own clit throbbed as she touched Audrey’s, and she pressed her thighs together.

“Michelle ...” Audrey’s voice was nothing but a rasp, her hips pushing more insistently against Michelle’s hand.

Emboldened, Michelle circled Audrey’s entrance. “May I?”

“Yes,” Audrey gasped. “ Please. ”

Michelle slipped a finger inside her, moaning as Audrey’s velvety-soft walls gripped her.

“More,” Audrey demanded.

Michelle added a second finger, beginning to stroke in and out as her thumb rubbed against Audrey’s clit. Audrey ground against her, lips parted in silent pleasure, and this was—

“You’re ... god . I’m going to come.” Audrey’s thighs tightened around her hand.

“Oh.” Michelle heard the surprise in her voice. Just like that? “Yes. Please do.”

Audrey laughed, but it caught in her throat as her back bowed and her inner walls clamped around Michelle’s fingers.

Michelle loved the feel of a woman coming around her fingers.

She throbbed at the sensation. It took all her willpower not to reach between her thighs and touch herself. Right now, it wouldn’t take much ...

“You have amazing fingers, for the record,” Audrey murmured.

As was often the case, Michelle had no idea what to say, so she said nothing, but she felt the truth of Audrey’s words all the way to her soul.

“I mean it.” Audrey slipped a hand between them, pressing two fingers against Michelle’s aching clit. The same two fingers she’d used on the clay. And good lord, that mental image ...

“Please,” Michelle whispered, a thready desperate wisp of a word.

“My fucking pleasure.” Audrey’s voice was a growl, and she was stroking Michelle now, using her own hips as leverage as she slipped and plunged.

Michelle pressed herself into Audrey’s touch. Her clit ached so fiercely, she almost couldn’t take it. She was consumed with need, and no matter how firmly Audrey stroked, she needed more, more, “More ...”

There was a flurry of movement, and then Audrey’s tongue was against her clit, her mouth providing suction. It was more. It was everything . Michelle’s body shook, and the most delicious heat spread through her core. Audrey’s tongue flicked her clit, once, twice ...

Michelle cried out as her orgasm crested, radiating through her more fiercely than any of the releases she’d given herself over the past few months.

She bucked against Audrey’s mouth, a writhing mass of pleasure.

Finally, it began to ebb, leaving her shuddering and too sensitive.

She pushed gently at Audrey’s shoulders, and Audrey slid up to give her a tender kiss.

Michelle could taste herself on Audrey’s lips. Fuck.

Her core still twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she felt so mellow.

She didn’t even know what to do with herself, but lying here with Audrey forever seemed like a good option.

Audrey settled against her, and for several minutes, they did just that .

.. lay blissfully in each other’s arms.

“That was amazing,” Michelle whispered, feathering a hand through Audrey’s silky hair.

“Mm,” Audrey murmured. “And I’m not nearly finished with you.”

She nipped at Michelle’s bottom lip, and that was all it took to rekindle the aching need inside Michelle.

After months of ignoring her desire for Audrey, she was insatiable.

Her hungry gaze roamed over the soft curve of Audrey’s stomach to the patch of golden brown hair between her thighs and back to her breasts, which were fuller than Michelle’s and so incredibly beautiful.

Michelle wanted to touch her everywhere at once, but there was one thing she wanted most of all. “Can I taste you?”

Audrey moaned. “I already mentioned how much I love your tongue, so yes, you fucking can. I’d love for you to.”

She sounded so aroused, and Michelle felt it in the pit of her stomach.

She kissed Audrey first on the mouth before placing open-mouthed kisses across Audrey’s jaw to the delicate skin of her neck.

Audrey whimpered, arching her back. She gazed up at Michelle, her eyes filled with want, with pleasure , and it made Michelle feel warm inside, energized, excited.

It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that, since anyone moaned beneath her touch, and now wasn’t the moment to have this revelation, but maybe it had been a Kelly problem. Maybe the spark between them had died and it hadn’t been Michelle’s fault.

Confidence building, Michelle transferred the attention of her mouth to Audrey’s breasts. She loved the breathy sounds Audrey made every time Michelle touched a particularly sensitive spot. She took her time exploring Audrey’s breasts, licking and kissing as Audrey squirmed beneath her.

“Michelle ...” Audrey’s fingers were on her shoulders, pushing gently.

Taking the hint, Michelle slid down to lie between Audrey’s thighs, surprised at her own eagerness.

She leaned in, teasing the tip of her tongue against Audrey’s flesh.

Audrey’s hips pushed more insistently toward her.

Michelle gave her a broad, slow lick, and Audrey’s moan seemed to echo through her, increasing the ache in her own core.

She gripped Audrey’s thighs as she parted her with her tongue, licking upward until she encountered Audrey’s clit. She stopped there, circling it once before pressing the flat of her tongue against it, and Audrey wheezed, her thighs beginning to shake beneath Michelle’s palms.

Michelle focused on her clit for a few minutes before she retreated to explore other areas.

She reached Audrey’s entrance, moaning as Audrey’s wetness coated her tongue.

Oh, she loved this. She loved it so much.

Michelle kissed and licked and sucked, fueled by Audrey’s gasps and whimpers and her increasingly desperate movements beneath Michelle.

“Oh,” Audrey cried, tensing beneath her. “Yes, don’t stop ... fuck .”

She bucked against the bed, and Michelle kissed her harder. Audrey moaned as she came, long and deep and so arousing that Michelle had a hand between her own thighs before she’d realized what she was doing, rubbing frantically.

“That’s so fucking hot.”

Michelle realized Audrey was watching her touch herself, and she yanked her hand away in embarrassment.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Audrey admonished, still breathless from her orgasm. “You’re so sexy, I could watch you touch yourself all day. Or you could ride my thigh, if you prefer?”

Michelle just stared. They’d only been naked together for a short time, but already she could tell Audrey was much more open and uninhibited in her approach to sex than Michelle. She slid in beside her. “Touch me, Audrey. Please.”

“I could. But I’d rather watch you do it.” Audrey grinned as she slipped a hand between her own thighs.

Michelle had never done anything even remotely like this. She could hear the wet slip of Audrey’s fingers, and it made her own core ache even more relentlessly. Her hungry gaze feasted on the way Audrey’s fingers glistened as they slipped through her folds.

But she just couldn’t masturbate in front of her. Instead, Michelle sat up, straddling one of Audrey’s thighs as she placed her hand over Audrey’s. Now she could feel Audrey touch herself, and it was impossibly arousing. She pressed down, increasing the pressure of Audrey’s fingers over her clit.

Audrey’s hips bucked. “Yes . . . yes . . .”

Michelle slid her hand lower, pressing against Audrey’s entrance. At the same time, Michelle’s hips began to move, rocking, grinding against Audrey’s thigh as she sought her own release. She pushed two fingers inside Audrey and hooked them forward, drawing a cry of pleasure from Audrey’s lips.

Audrey’s body clenched as she tipped over the edge, and Michelle followed her over, writhing against Audrey’s thigh as she came. She gasped through waves of pleasure that just kept coming, leaving her quivering and boneless.

Beneath her, Audrey had gone limp too. One of her hands was drawing shapes on Michelle’s thigh, shapes that felt suspiciously like the hearts she’d painted on Michelle’s arms that day in the pottery studio ...

That felt like a lifetime ago. In the same breath, it felt like yesterday.

Except, now that they’d had sex, Michelle’s feelings were so much stronger.

There was no more denying how much Audrey meant to her, and maybe they should have talked first after all so Michelle could have tempered her expectations.

Because she was all in where Audrey was concerned, but what if Audrey didn’t feel the same?