Sylvie’s smile played on her lips as she parted Ade and found the core of her pleasure, stroking slowly and deliberately until she found a rhythm that forced another groan from deep in Ade’s lungs.
“Tell me where.” Sylvie bit her lip, causing another wave of desire to crush Ade’s ribs.
“There.” Ade angled her hips, offering Sylvie all the access she needed to maintain her touch. Her hips jerked with the rise and fall of her need. She leaned back, opening herself up to Sylvie, edging closer to the climax she craved.
Wedged between Ade’s knees, Sylvie looked like she’d abandoned her everyday mask. With every stroke of her nimble fingers, she played another note of desire on Ade’s body until a key change built to a crescendo.
Naked, the pair discovered a nighttime of blissful revelry. Whether she knew it or not, Sylvie held a whole new and different power in her hands: the power to undo Ade with a single caress, a firm touch, creating a cadence that intensified and waned until it was almost unbearable. So close to pain yet brimming with pleasure.
Their gaze locked, and Sylvie turned the key on all the feelings Ade had hidden. Could Sylvie see her for what she was? Complicated to the point of seeming plain and simple? A melody so perplexing, she was white noise to most people. Ade bit down on the refrain which hummed from the depths of her core to theedge of her brain.
She screamed out, reaching the heights of a wordless descant as she was understood completely for the first time. Sylvie held her until the wave of her orgasm crashed and grew again. Ade quivered with the release of giving herself to another, of letting go of her trapped thoughts and taut muscles.
Rattled by the vulnerability of it all, she sank down on top of Sylvie in a mess of sweat and sex. It was almost unbearable to be so undone by someone else, to lose control of her anatomy, for even a few seconds, to be so transparent that Sylvie could judge her every need. What had happened between them was magical and scary, like she was learning a new language with Sylvie, but she was already fluent. Ade had learned one thing for certain: she wanted more of it.
Ade breathed deeply and loudly, the echoes of Christmas night ricocheting off the spongy walls of her brain. She couldn’t get a grip on her memories. Everything was a fabulous riptide of blood rushing against her skull and pulling her under, back into the slumber.
She blinked, and the walls of Sylvie’s bedroom embraced her. It was everything she’d imagined: a soft blush color painted on three sides, and the fourth was a flash of gigantic floral print in shades of forest green and fuchsia. Confident yet tender, like Sylvie.
Their first night together had smashed through every one of Ade’s expectations. She touched her lips, sore from their famished embrace, and recalled the taste of Sylvie’s skin on her tongue.
Closing her eyes, Ade breathed in the scent of Sylvie, the drifting notes of lavender and bergamot that drove her crazy. She couldn’t pin it down in their previous encounters, but now, laying in the crumpled sheets of Sylvie’s bed, her signature filled the room. Ade stroked her lower back.
As if sensing Ade’s reignited desire, Sylvie stirred. “Good morning, you.”
Ade couldn’t speak, unable to break into this moment that she wanted to preserve in her memory forever. She buried her head in the curve of Sylvie’s neck and kissed her earlobe.
“Are you okay?” Sylvie asked.
The euphoria of holding Sylvie in her arms was too much. Ade pressed against the weight of Sylvie’s nakedness, drawing their legs together in a tangled heap. “I’m okay.” It was all she could manage.
Sylvie arched her back, and her rumble of laughter vibrated against Ade’s chest. “I can’t believe we bailed on Steph last night.”
Ade grinned. “She figured what was up. She did a whole bit about being so wiped, she needed to go to bed early. She gave me an out.” Ade shook her head, recalling her sister’s acting skills. “I’ll face the consequences later.”
The absurdity of the moment hit them both as they collapsed against each other in a fit of shared giggles. Of course, Steph had seen all the way through Ade’s list of excuses. She always could read her like a book. In a way, Sylvie was the same, able to decipher her thoughts before she’d even formulated them in her mind, before she’d wrapped enough vocabulary around them.
“She’s a good sister,” Sylvie said.
“Tell me about it,” Ade said. “All I wanted in that moment was a two-bedroom apartment.”
“Really? How practical of you.” Sylvie tickled her ribs. “And what were your plans with this extended floorplan?”
“I guess I’d have sent Steph to her room,” Ade said.
“Oh, yeah? I’m sure she would’ve loved that.”
“I would’ve loved it.” Ade stroked Sylvie’s cheek. “I would’ve taken you to my room and laid you down on the crumpled sheets that I wished I’d taken the time to steam. I would’ve kissed every part of you that’s been hidden from me by sweaters and jackets for so many weeks.”
Sylvie ran her tongue along her lips, and Ade followed itsjourney back into her mouth with envy. Beads of sweat formed at Ade’s underarms as adrenaline pumped through her body. For a moment, a dizziness threatened to overwhelm her, and she was unable to act on her impulse. Instead, she detached from her own body and watched a reel play of what she’d like to do to Sylvie. “I wish you could see what’s inside my head,” Ade said, breathless, even though a little part of her worried that Sylvie might turn away.
But the tiny space between them was blazing with unspent fuel, and Ade breached it, meeting Sylvie’s lips with her own and covering her cheek with a tenderness that she wasn’t sure she was capable of, holding as if she’d never let go.
A greed filled their kiss, and Ade ran her hands through Sylvie’s hair, relishing its silky feel. The moment was as charged as their first kiss, and the beat of desire pulsing between them.
“Hello, again.” Sylvie wrapped her legs around Ade’s thighs and drew her closer.
Ade met Sylvie’s body, and they eased into each other, fitting together as if they’d been making love like this forever. She contemplated the shift in her reality over the past couple of days. She’d acted on her deepest fantasy, and it had come true. What else could come true if she allowed it to?
