“Are your senses really that different?”
“I experience a different world. My human memories seem shrouded because of the duller senses that made them. Imagine wearing a veil your entire life and then ripping it off. That’s what it’s like. And not just sight, sound, taste, and scent, but touch too.” Amaia turned to her. “For instance, I experience something as simple as a hug completely differently now. I don’t feel a hug. I feel the touch of every nerve, the contact between each fiber.”
Michelle reached forward and caressed her cheek. “How about that?”
“A hundred thousand little sparks.”
Michelle’s lips parted, and she leaned forward the slightest bit, as if it was an unconscious movement. They were suspended in time for a moment.
“I remember kissing you. I wonder what it would feel like to do it now.” Michelle’s breath caressed Amaia’s lips. The flush that crept up Michelle’s skin led Amaia to believe that a kiss wasn’t the only thing she wanted to feel.
“I thought you didn’t condone that sort of thing.”
“It’s different now that I’m a woman. I would have you in our marriage bed, but that’s not possible. What then am I to do?”
The raw desire in Michelle’s eyes was a tonic Amaia could drink in place of blood. The gray eyes that haunted her entire existence gazed on her with a yearning to see her, to know her, to drink her up in a way she had never been consumed before. Behind the fire was a question. A question of consent.
Amaia’s lips brushed against Michelle’s, full and soft in a way men’s lips weren’t. Michelle’s tongue slid across Amaia’s bottom lip, and Amaia pulled away. She had her own reasons to not follow through with this. The air touched her lip where Michelle’s tongue had, sending a cool tingling through her flesh. Amaia lifted her eyes to Michelle’s face. The blush in her cheeks, the shine in her eyes, the pout of her lips, it was all for Amaia. Every other thought left her mind as she advanced on Michelle, sucking her bottom lip and then plunging her tongue into Michelle’s mouth.
Michelle clutched Amaia to her, hands already working at the clothes separating them. Amaia’s heart raced, pumping blood furiously through her body, carrying previously unknown sensations. How was it possible that after a century and a half, there were still touches left unfelt?
Once their clothes were removed, they shifted to the floor in front of the pew. Michelle grinned and slithered down Amaia’s body. Grasping Amaia’s hips, Michelle began to flick her tongue against Amaia. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her. Amaia’s hips bucked toward Michelle’s mouth, wanting more. Michelle responded by rubbing her hands up Amaia’s body, clasping a nipple in each hand. It was too much. Amaia was blinded by the force of the ecstasy traveling up and down her body. She tried to hold on, waging a desperate battle to keep control so the moment wouldn’t end. She couldn’t. The thought of who exactly was between her legs at the moment poured her joy over the edge, and she began to orgasm.
Michelle replaced her tongue with one of her fingers and climbed up Amaia, covering her mouth with her own, swallowing Amaia’s scream of euphoria. Amaia clutched Michelle to her, needing to be closer than it was possible to be. She needed Michelle to feel the same rapture Amaia did, but it was impossible. Once the wave of euphoria had passed, Amaia slid a hand down to Michelle’s sex, pleasuring her the best way she knew how. Her other hand grasped one of Michelle’s breasts. The weight was unfamiliar, but entirely comfortable, in Amaia’s hand. Breaking free of Michelle’s lips, Amaia lowered her tongue to a nipple, first lightly flicking and then sucking it entirely into her mouth. Carefully she rolled it around with her tongue, enjoying the novelty of the feeling. Michelle’s hands tangled in Amaia’s hair.
“Yes. Please, keep going. More.” Michelle’s voice was soft and breathy.
Amaia increased her speed. It wouldn’t take much longer. An instant later, Michelle tensed. Amaia left the delicious nipple to swallow Michelle’s screams in a kiss, just as Michelle had done. They were in an empty chapel, but too much sound would echo and could draw attention.
When Michelle calmed, Amaia broke the kiss. “Did you like it?” She looked into Michelle’s dilated eyes. It was the first time she needed reassurance after sex. Then again, there were a lot of firsts happening. For her, it had been unlike any sex she had ever experienced, both in the intensity and the emotion that had accompanied it.
Michelle’s grin split her face. “Like doesn’t begin to describe it. Of course I loved it. It was you.”