IDF Fic #1: Thor's Hammer
Myka jumped and yelped as another loud clap of thunder scared her. She huddled under the covers watching the storm outside her window. A bolt of lightning lit up the dark night and was followed by deafening thunder. Myka cried out as she watched a tree across the yard split in half. She lunged for the lamp on her bedside table. Nothing. She turned the knob again. Still nothing. She whimpered and bit her lip trying not to cry. She jumped when there was a knock on the door.
“Yes?” she said trying to steady her voice.
The door opened revealing Helena’s concerned face. She was in her robe, holding a candle, the only light in the dark hallway outside Myka’s room.
“Are you all right darling?” she asked worried. “I thought I heard you scream.”
“I’m fine,” Myka mumbled embarrassed. “I just don’t like thunder.”
Another loud round of thunder made Myka jump and yelp. Helena was by her side instantly, putting an arm around her.
“It’s all right Myka. You’re safe here.”
“How can you be so sure? Lightening just struck a tree in the yard!” Myka argued wild-eyed.
“Then the likelihood that it will strike again is minimal,” Helena said and smiled at her.
Helena put the candle down on Myka’s nightstand and lifted the covers. She slipped into bed next to Myka.
“Helena? What are you doing?” Myka said and stared at her.
“I’m sleeping here for the remainder of the night. You should not be alone.”
“I’m fine,” Myka mumbled.
Helena caressed Myka’s cheek and tucked at lock of hair behind Myka’s ear. Myka sighed and relaxed under the caring touch.
“See, you really do want me here,” Helena teased.
“I’ve never liked thunderstorms,” Myka confessed. “I know it’s silly, but thunder really scares me.”
“It’s not silly,” Helena said and inched closer as she wrapped her arm around Myka’s waist. “Nature can be frightening and the power it wields is enormous.”
“Not helping,” Myka muttered.
“My Christina used to be afraid of thunder,” she said softly. “She would hide in my bed, pulling the duvet over her head.” Helena chuckled. “I would hold her and kiss her face, telling her that I would never let anything bad happen to her.”
Myka noticed Helena’s eyes change and realized that she had moved on from the thunderstorm memory to a darker one. She gently touched Helena’s arm.
“You protected her from the thunderstorms.”
“That I did,” Helena said and smiled.
Helena leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Myka’s forehead. Myka blushed at the intimate and caring gesture.
“I’m not a child you know,” she teased.
“No, of course not,” Helena said and her smile turned a bit mischievous. “You are a beautiful young woman whose bed I happen to be sharing.”
“Helena!” Myka said embarrassed, and laughed a little nervously.
“I know of another, much more delightful way of distracting a beautiful woman from getting all worked up over a little rumbling from Thor’s Hammer,” Helena purred.
Myka blushed furiously. Unsure how to respond she just stared at Helena as she leaned closer. Myka trembled slightly when Helena’s lips brushed against hers. She felt Helena tighten her hold on her and she settled in against Helena’s warm body. As if under Helena’s spell, Myka’s right foot moved and gently stroked up and down Helena’s slim calf. Myka smiled against Helena’s lips when she felt a slight tremble go through her beautiful companion.
“Oh Myka,” Helena whispered.
Helena rested her head on the pillow and just gazed at Myka for a moment.
“Helena,” Myka whispered. “Have you had relationships with women before?”
Helena chuckled and nodded. She gently caressed Myka’s cheek and tucked an unruly curl behind Myka’s ear, tracing her jaw line as she removed her hand.
“I have,” she admitted softly. “Does that come as a surprise to you?”
“A little,” Myka admitted. “I didn’t think that it would be something a Victorian woman would do.”
“True,” Helena said and nodded. “Still, women were much closer back then. It was not unusual for two women to hold each other or share a bed. I must say I often find it confusing how little people touch each other these days.”
“But for you it was more than sharing a bed, right?” Myka asked, needing her to clarify.
“Yes darling, so much more,” Helena purred.
Myka blushed as she noticed the look on Helena’s face. A bolt of lightning lit up the room and Myka yelped and trembled. Helena quickly wrapped her arms around her and tucked Myka’s head under her chin.
“Don’t worry darling,” she said gently.
Helena cupped Myka’s chin and smiled at her. She gave her a soft kiss.
“I’m not trying to seduce you Myka,” she said gently. “If and when we make love I don’t want you to be all jumpy and frightened,” she said and pulled Myka closer. “That kind of behavior makes a woman doubt her abilities to please,” she teased.
“Helena, you’re such an ass sometimes,” Myka muttered.
“Myka Bering! Language,” Helena said shocked and then laughed. “If I indeed will find myself in the position of discovering the secrets of your body and experiencing your passion, I have no doubt that you will enjoy it,” Helena whispered. “I will make your body sing Myka. You will whimper in need and passion as I touch you with my hands, stroking with gentle fingertips, kissing your beautiful body, tasting your desire.”
Myka groaned and trembled slightly, though now for a much different reason.
“Helena, you’re not just an ass, you’re pure evil right now,” she muttered.
“I think you will call me other things in the throes of passion,” Helena said and chuckled. “I can feel the desire build in you, darling. I believe that if I were invited to touch you, I would find you ready. Am I correct in my assumption?”
“Helena! You can’t honestly expect me to answer that.”
“I take that as a yes,” Helena said smugly.
Helena looked at Myka for a moment and then slipped out of bed. She walked on silent, bare feet over to the bookcase.
“Helena?”
“What’s your favorite book of mine?”
“I like them all. The Time Machine is great, but so are the other ones.”
“Time Machine it is then,” Helena said and pulled the book out of its place.
Helena slipped between the sheets again and sat up a little. She opened the book to page one and smiled at Myka.
“Close your eyes, love.”
Myka just stared at her. The smile started small but turned into a wide ear-to-ear grin.
“HG Wells is granting me a private reading of her book. Wow!”
“I’m glad that it pleases you,” Helena said and pulled Myka closer to her.
Helena read to Myka, distracting her from the storm that still raged outside, and soon Myka’s eyelids fluttered shut and her breathing started to get slower and more even. Helena stopped and watched her for a moment. Myka was sound asleep with a small smile on her lips.
“Sweet dreams darling,” Helena whispered.
Helena blew out the candle before settling in next to Myka. She again wrapped her arm around Myka, marveling at how well they fit next to each other.
*** *** ***
Myka woke up smiling. She could tell that it was still early. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled the soft hair in front of her face. Helena was sleeping in her arms and her dark hair fanned over the pillow. Myka caressed it away from Helena’s face and ran a finger down Helena’s slender neck. She bit her lip and grinned, suppressing a giggle, as Helena stirred at the slight tickle. Myka placed a soft kiss on Helena’s cheek.
“Mmm,” Helena purred as she stretched and turned over. “What a delightful way to wake up.”
“Good morning,” Myka said and smiled at her. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“My pleasure, love.”
“I really appreciate what you did for me,” Myka mumbled and traced a line down Helena’s arm. “In fact, I’m very appreciative,” she said and grinned at Helena.
“Oh, are you now?” Helena purred.
“Um hum,” Myka mumbled and leaned closer.
Myka kissed Helena’s neck. Helena sighed and leaned her head to the side giving Myka more access.
“Oh God,” Helena whimpered when Myka slipped her hand under the shirt to gently caress Helena’s stomach. “Myka,” she whispered.
“Yes?” Myka mumbled against Helena’s cheek, brushing her lips over the softness of Helena’s cheekbone.
“Darling, this feels wonderful,” she said; her voice a little strained as Myka’s lips found her ear and brushed her lips over the delicate shell, before gently sucking on the earlobe. “I don’t know how much more I can take and still remain well-mannered and treat you like a lady. I feel that I want to ravage you.”
“What makes you think that I want you to be good and proper?” Myka purred and gently nipped on Helena’s neck.
“Good Lord,” Helena whimpered and grabbed onto Myka.
Myka chuckled and inched her hand higher, stroking the underside of Helena’s breast with a finger. Helena whimpered and pushed against her.
“Myka, rise and shine!” Pete’s loud voice followed by a bang on the door announced.
Myka groaned and pulled away from Helena. She hid a smile as she watched Helena trying to calm down. She yelped when Helena rolled on top of her and kissed her hard.
“Don’t ever start something like this if you cannot finish it,” Helena growled. “You have been deceiving me, Myka. You are much more well-versed in the act of seduction than you let on. I am certain that I am not the first woman who finds herself come apart under your hands and lips, only to be left hanging in frustration.”
Myka chuckled and wrapped her arms around Helena, holding her close. It felt really good to have Helena’s warm body on top of hers. She sighed when Helena shifted so that her leg ended up between Myka’s, pressing gently against Myka’s center.
“Perhaps we should get some breakfast and then come back here to discuss this further?” Myka suggested.
“Perhaps I should just rip your clothes off?” Helena mumbled and traced Myka’s upper lip with her tongue.
“Sweet Jesus,” Myka whispered and kissed Helena.
“Myka breakfast!” another voice yelled through the door.
Helena groaned and rested her forehead against Myka’s chest. Myka chuckled.
“Thanks Claud,” she yelled back. “I’ll be down in a bit.”
“I’m going to shoot them both,” Helena muttered darkly.
“No you won’t,” Myka said and caressed her hair.
“Myka,” Helena whimpered softly. “I am really worked up and my body screams for your touch.”
Myka smiled and caressed Helena’s cheek. She kissed her softly.
“Sweetie, have you made love since you were brought back?” she asked softly. Helena shook her head. “I thought so.” She kissed Helena again. “I would like to really be able to take my time, and not rush. You deserve that.”
“Oh Myka,” Helena whispered.
Myka sighed at the beauty of the smile and look on Helena’s face. The softness of her expression was unlike anything she had ever seen on Helena’s face. Myka rolled her over and sat up.
“Let’s get some breakfast. I’m sure that Claudia and Pete will take off soon. I think I heard them saying something the other day about going to a comic book fair this weekend.”
“And Artie is out of town,” Helena said, suddenly much more excited.
“Um hmm,” Myka said. She caressed Helena’s stomach again. “Leena typically does grocery shopping on Saturdays.”
“So we might have the whole house to ourselves,” Helena purred and squirmed under Myka’s touch.
“Exactly.”
“Brilliant!”
*** *** ***
Myka grinned like an idiot as she stepped into the shower. She was about to make love to Helena. In just moments from now, Helena would be naked in her bed. Myka quickly rinsed her hair and reached for her favorite body wash. Thoughts of what Helena might do to her in a not so distant future made Myka pay more attention than usual to her washing and scrubbing. She bit her lip as she ran her hands over her thighs, reminded for a moment of how Helena had touched her thigh under the table during breakfast. Myka had almost choked on her Danish the first time Helena’s nimble fingers innocently caressed her thigh.
Toweling herself dry she glanced at herself in the mirror. Myka was proud of her body. She took great care staying fit since it was part of her job, but she also was very careful with what she ate; with the exception of Twizzlers of course.
*** *** ***
Helena held her best underwear in her hand contemplating everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. She was naked, her hair still slightly damp from the shower. It always surprised her how people seemed to be uncomfortable being naked. She had always been very comfortable without clothes on. She glanced at the matching set in her hand again and sighed. Should she wear it for Myka? Feeling that the occasion was important, but that the sight of the expensive silk might make Myka nervous, Helena settled for her second choice. She slipped on the panties and then the bra.
Helena padded over to the floor length mirror on bare feet and glanced at her own reflection. She smirked. It looked good on her. She adjusted the strap on her right shoulder and then grabbed the white shirt that was hanging on the doorknob. She sighed as the cool crisp cotton caressed her skin. Even after all this time she still found the feel of a man’s shirt delightful.
As she tucked the shirt tails into her black jeans Helena glanced at her reflection again. Her hair, now almost dry, fell in soft waves over her shoulders. It was a bit curlier than usual since it had been allowed to air dry. Her white shirt was a stark contrast to her black jeans and socks. She glanced at her boots and tapped her lips as she struggled to decide whether to wear them or not. She knew Myka really liked her boots. Helena chuckled at the thought. She had caught Myka more than once chewing on her lip and sighing while ogling Helena’s behind and her boots. Always a gentlewoman, she had of course never pointed this little discovery out to Myka. Perhaps the time was right? Helena thought to herself.
Her decision made, she slipped her foot into the boot and tugged it on. It occurred to her that removing her boots required the same pose, which would give Myka ample opportunity to admire Helena’s backside. Helena chuckled and nodded. Yes, boots was definitely the right choice.
*** *** ***
Myka stopped and held her breath for a moment as she heard the distinct sound of Helena’s boots in the hallway. The sound stopped right outside her door. Myka swallowed nervously and waited. A gentle knock on the door finally alerted her to her visitor’s intention.
Myka walked barefoot across the floor and opened the door. Helena smiled and cocked her head.
“Hello darling,” she said and gave Myka a smoldering look.
“Helena,” Myka whispered.
Myka stepped aside to let Helena in. She noticed how nicely the black jeans hugged Helena’s behind. Myka chewed on her lip as her eyes roamed over Helena’s slender legs down to her boots. Myka held back a groan. She had to wear those damn boots, didn’t she? Myka thought to herself.
“Something amiss, love?” Helena said innocently and arched an eyebrow.
“What? No of course not,” Myka stuttered, embarrassed, as her cheeks colored a little.
“Am I mistaken, or were you admiring my backside again, Myka?”
“What?” Myka whispered and her face turned red.
“I know that you are fond of my body, and especially my buttocks. It’s quite all right. I find it flattering,” Helena purred.
Myka hid her face behind her hands and turned her back to Helena with the realization that Helena had known all along that she had been checking her out at every opportunity. Myka felt mortified. She gasped when Helena wrapped her arms around her from behind.
“Darling, I want you to find me attractive,” Helena whispered in her ear. “Last night you and I slept wrapped up in each other’s arms. You kissed me. Why would you be embarrassed admitting that you find my body attractive?”
“Oh Helena,” Myka whispered and put her hand on top of Helena’s.
“I desire you too. Don’t you know that?”
“God Helena,” Myka said and turned in her arms.
Myka’s green eyes met Helena’s dark ones and she grabbed her by the shoulders pushing her against the door. She kissed Helena hard. Myka moaned when Helena’s hands settled on her butt, pulling her closer. She ground against Helena, pushing her leg between Helena’s. Helena whimpered and hooked her left leg over Myka’s hip, pushing up against her. Myka steadied Helena’s thigh, holding her against her all while kissing Helena, tasting her mouth, teasing her tongue.
“Darling,” Helena gasped in between kisses. “I’m afraid I am losing the battle and might fall down should I have to stand much longer.”
“I won’t let you,” Myka whispered against Helena’s ear before flicking her tongue over Helena’s earlobe causing a groan.
Myka moved her hand until she felt the button on Helena’s pants. She snapped it open and pulled the zipper down. Helena’s hands on her shoulders gripped her harder and she smiled against Helena’s lips. Myka pulled Helena’s shirt free from the pants and ran her hand over Helena’s smooth stomach.
“I think I am in love with your stomach Helena,” she confessed with a soft chuckle.
“Then I think you should kiss it,” Helena said and gasped as Myka’s hand found that spot on her side that made her toes curl.
“What a great idea,” Myka said and smirked.
Stepping away from Helena, Myka grinned as she knelt by Helena’s feet. She slowly pushed Helena’s shirt up and pressed her lips against the soft skin.
“Dear God,” Helena gasped and held on to Myka’s shoulders as her body trembled under Myka’s touch.
Myka brushed her lips over Helena’s stomach all while inching the shirt higher and higher. She felt the underside of Helena’s breasts against her fingertips and eased off; moving her hands to Helena’s back, bringing her closer to her mouth. Helena growled in frustration and Myka smiled against her stomach.
Moving her hands down Helena’s back she reached the edge of Helena’s jeans. She ran a finger right inside the waistline, feeling the edge of Helena’s underwear. Slowly, to make Helena fully aware of what she was doing, she pushed the jeans down.
“Yes, please,” Helena whispered and moved her hips to help Myka.
Myka kissed her way down and brushed her lips over Helena’s hip bone. She cupped her silk clad butt, gently caressing Helena as she moved her mouth further down. She pulled Helena closer and pressed her lips against her sex. Helena cried out and trembled. Myka ran her tongue over the damp silk, pressing down a little.
“Myka, please,” Helena whimpered.
Myka pulled away and got up. She grabbed Helena by the side of her neck and kissed her. Helena kissed back with a fury that surprised Myka. She chuckled when she felt Helena pull at her shirt and raised her arms so Helena could pull it over her head. It was tossed aside and had not even hit the floor before Helena’s lips were on the top of Myka’s breasts, kissing and licking any exposed skin.
Myka sighed and ran her hands through Helena’s soft hair. She pulled Helena up for another kiss and then pressed her against the door again. Looking Helena in the eyes, she started to unbutton Helena’s shirt, agonizingly slowly, one button at a time. After the third one Helena was breathing hard through her nose, her eyes dark as coals as they narrowed dangerously.
“Myka, I swear to God, if you do not move faster I will throw you on the bed and take you,” she hissed.
Myka smirked and grabbed Helena’s wrists, holding her against the door. She brushed her lips against Helena’s jaw line, but stayed away from her lips. She felt Helena struggle against her and smiled at her.
“I will take my time making love to you, and you will let me. Is that understood?” she said slowly.
“Myka,” Helena warned.
“Is that understood?” Myka said a little louder and tightened her grip on Helena’s wrists.
“Yes, darling,” Helena mumbled.
“I have imagined this moment so many times,” Myka whispered, her lips only millimeters from Helena’s. “I want to make it absolutely perfect.”
“Myka,” Helena whimpered. “You are torturing me.”
Myka chuckled and kissed her. This kiss was softer as Myka tasted Helena’s lips, slowly stroking her tongue against Helena’s, easing away each time Helena tried to increase the pressure.
“So where was I?” Myka said to herself. “Oh yes, your shirt.”
Helena made a face at her but did not say anything. She relaxed her arms and Myka let go of her. They looked at each other as Myka continued to unbutton Helena’s shirt until it hung open, revealing Helena’s bra underneath. Myka brushed it aside and cupped Helena’s breasts.
“Cream colored silk,” Myka mused. “How very fitting for a Victorian lady.”
“It would be much more fitting draped across the back of your chair,” Helena muttered.
“All in good time, honey,” Myka purred and traced the edge of Helena’s bra with her tongue. “I plan on kissing your breasts until the silk is completely damp from the touch of my tongue,” she added and kissed the freckle between Helena’s breasts.
“You will be the death of me,” Helena whimpered.
“I am sure that you have more stamina than that,” Myka teased. “Then on the other hand, I think I might be too impatient to see your beautiful breasts.”
“Please,” Helena said eagerly.
Myka rubbed her thumbs over Helena’s nipples and watched them harden instantly. She closed her lips around the closest one, wetting the silk with her tongue as she sucked gently on the tiny peak.
“Sweet mother of God!” Helena cried out and grabbed Myka’s shoulders in a vice like grip.
“Delicious,” Myka whispered and flicked her tongue over the damp peak.
Helena trembled and whimpered again. Myka watched her face intently. Helena’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes dark against her cheeks. She was panting and a soft blush was spreading over her neck and chest. Myka grabbed her by the waist and pulled Helena away from the door and towards the bed. Helena’s eyes flew open and she looked at Myka with a burning need in her eyes. Myka walked Helena backwards until they reached the bed. Not an easy task with Helena’s jeans trapped between her knees and boots. Finally Myka pushed Helena down on the bed.
“Oh the temptations,” she mumbled. “I admit taking you while you’re still wearing your boots is pretty high on my list,” Myka confessed with a naughty grin.
Helena laughed out loud and moved her foot so she could rub her boot against Myka’s calf.
“But I can always save that for the warehouse,” she mused.
“What?” Helena said and looked a bit nervously at Myka.
“Bending you over the desk, pulling your pants down and taking you from behind,” Myka purred.
“Good lord,” Helena said and swallowed.
“But for now I’m afraid that they will have to go,” Myka said, ignoring the lustful look on Helena’s face.
Myka quickly pulled Helena’s boots and socks off and then tugged the jeans down and off. She tossed them aside and leaned down over Helena, her hands on either side of Helena’s waist.
“Turn over Helena,” she whispered and kissed her softly on her stomach.
Helena sighed and moved up on the bed before rolling over on her stomach. She watched Myka ease out of her pants.
“Please don’t stop on my account,” she purred.
“Patience,” Myka said and smirked. Helena growled and grabbed the sheet.
Myka ran her hands up Helena’s calves, stopping briefly to rub her thumbs over the soft spot behind Helena’s knees. She smiled when Helena sighed and moved her legs. She continued her gentle caress up the back of Helena’s thighs. She rubbed a finger against the edge of Helena’s panties and eased the tip under the soft silk touching her skin. Helena pushed up against her hand. Myka chuckled and removed her hand.
Helena felt a slight bounce on the bed indicating that Myka had joined her. A soft leg brushed against hers and she moved her legs to accommodate Myka. She moaned softly when she felt Myka’s soft thighs touch the outside of her own as Myka sat down on top of her. Myka’s hands rested gently on her waist, her thumbs stroking over the small of Helena’s back.
“You have back dimples,” Myka noticed. “Beautiful,” she whispered and brushed her thumbs over the spots.
“You feel so good my darling,” Helena purred. “Soft and warm, and you know just where to touch me to make me feel oh so good.”
Myka smiled and ran her hands up Helena’s smooth back. A quick snap opened Helena’s bra and Myka brushed it aside. She gently massaged the tense muscles, feeling Helena relax. Leaning forward she brushed Helena’s hair aside further and placed a soft kiss at the nape of her neck. Helena sighed softly and smiled. She made a happy little sound when Myka’s breasts pressed against her back. Myka brushed her lips over Helena’s neck and shoulders, then traced her spine with a line of kisses. Helena was squirming under her by the time she reached the small of her back.
Myka moved down and gently rubbed the sensitive spots on Helena’s lower back watching her move against her hands. She leaned forward again and grabbed Helena’s shoulders.
“Sit up,” she whispered.
Helena eased herself up on her arms and the bra fell down around her hands on the bed. She smiled at the clever move and then eased herself up until she was kneeling in front of Myka. She waited eagerly for Myka’s next touch. As expected she was not disappointed.
Myka brushed Helena’s hair aside again and kissed her left shoulder. She moved her arms around her and caressed Helena’s stomach. Helena turned her head and their lips met in a soft kiss. Myka slid her hands higher and cupped Helena’s breasts, savoring the gasp her touch caused. She caressed Helena’s breasts for a moment, occasionally brushing her fingers over the nipples, each time drawing a soft sigh or a moan out of Helena. When her hands started a downward trek again Helena was trembling. Myka gently cupped Helena’s sex feeling just how aroused she was.
“Seems like you’re enjoying my touch,” Myka teased.
“Your touch is divine darling,” Helena croaked out and licked her lips. “My only complaint is that it is too slow. I want your hands on me, your fingers inside me and your lovely mouth pressed against my most intimate place, tasting me.”
Myka swallowed and a tremble went through her. Helena must have noticed because she chuckled and her dark eyes met Myka’s in a molten challenge.
Myka moved again and pushed Helena down on the bed. She grabbed the edge of Helena’s panties and raised an eyebrow. Helena laughed and moved her hips in approval. Myka slipped the panties off of Helena and then stretched out on top of her. Helena sighed happily and wrapped her legs around her, pushing up. Myka laughed when she felt the evidence of Helena’s arousal coat her stomach.
Myka caressed Helena’s side and gently pushed on her left thigh to let go of her. Helena eased her feet down on the bed again. She cupped Myka’s breasts and traced the bra until she found the clasp. In seconds she had freed Myka of the bra and again cupped Myka’s breasts.
“Your breasts are very beautiful, darling,” she whispered. “Come closer. Please?”
Myka smiled and nodded. She bent down and kissed Helena as she slipped her fingers into Helena’s slick heat and entered her all in one slow stroke. Helena cried out into Myka’s mouth. Myka eased her finger out of her, curling it a little in the process drawing a long groan out of Helena. She felt Helena’s hands on her breasts tremble.
“Did you enjoy that?” Myka purred. She rubbed her thumb over Helena’s clit and Helena bit her lip. “I take that as a yes.”
Myka ran her tongue around a rosy nipple before closing her lips around it sucking gently. She matched her lip movements with her hand and Helena shook at the pleasure it caused her. Myka realized that Helena was getting close and moved her hand so that she was only touching her inside. Helena growled in frustration. Myka watched Helena’s face as she slowly eased her finger back inside of Helena.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
Helena’s eyes popped open. She nodded silently and watched as Myka kissed her way down her stomach. Helena moved her legs when Myka gently pushed at the inside of her thighs. She trembled in anticipation as Myka ran her fingers over her center, easing her open.
“So beautiful,” Myka whispered.
Myka ran her tongue over Helena’s pink folds in the softest caress. Helena whimpered and Myka felt Helena’s hand in her hair. Myka circled Helena’s opening with her tongue before pushing inside; licking her, teasing her with her soft touch. Helena trembled and whimpered and Myka felt the fingers tighten in her hair. She looked up at Helena as she eased her finger inside of her again, then added a second finger which caused a groan of pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” Helena whispered and pushed against Myka’s hand.
Myka smiled and kissed Helena’s soft folds. She ran her tongue over them, tasting her and slowly bringing Helena closer to release. Circling Helena’s clit with her tongue Myka felt her starting to close around her fingers and she eased off a little.
“Myka,” Helena whimpered. “Please.”
Myka ran her tongue lightly over the clit and wrapped her lips around it. Helena cried out and bucked under her. Again Myka eased away before Helena reached the peak.
“NO!” Helena’s head shot up from the bed.
Myka chuckled and her mouth returned to Helena’s center. She flicked her tongue a couple of times before gently sucking on Helena’s clit again.
Helena tossed her head from side to side while gripping handfuls of the sheet. Her thigh muscles strained as her legs fought to keep with Myka’s rhythm. Finally she was there and she wailed as her body shook in release. Her fingers tangled in Myka’s hair as she pressed her closer.
Myka watched Helena’s release in awe. She was so powerful in her passion, for once not holding back. Myka knew that Helena would not let go completely until she was at her absolute highest point. That was her reason for building Helena up so slowly. Myka gently eased her fingers free and gathered Helena in her arms. Helena was still panting and gasping for air.
“It’s okay,” Myka whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you.”
“Thank you,” Helena whispered and kissed Myka’s collarbone.
“Rest now.”
“Just give me a moment,” Helena said with a chuckle. “That was very powerful darling. I still can’t feel my feet.”
Myka laughed and pulled Helena closer. She kissed her hair and sighed happily.
*** *** ***
Hours later Myka studied the sleeping Helena’s face. Helena was, if possible, even more beautiful in sleep: her face relaxed, and a tiny smile playing on her lips. Helena’s thick hair fell over Myka’s arm and a lock caressed Helena’s cheek. Myka gently smoothed it away without waking her lover.
Myka’s body tingled as she touched Helena’s lips. Helena had made love to her with a gentleness and determination Myka had never experienced before. She traced the outline of Helena’s perfect mouth thinking about where those lips had been, and what they had done to her body. Helena had been a very experienced lover and had Myka yelling out her release. Myka blushed a little at the memory. She was not a yeller. Her eyes returned to Helena’s face when she felt the lips move under her touch. Helena was awake.
“You are brooding, my sweet darling,” Helena teased, her eyes still closed.
“Not brooding,” Myka corrected her. “Reminiscing.”
“Ah,” Helena chuckled and her eyes opened. Helena’s dark eyes fixed Myka with a smoldering look. “Any regrets, love?”
“Regrets? Are you kidding me?” Myka exclaimed and laughed. “Perhaps not crossing this line sooner.”
Helena giggled and snuggled closer wrapping her arm around Myka’s waist.
“You feel delicious,” she mumbled against Myka’s neck.
“So do you,” Myka mumbled and kissed Helena’s forehead. “You were so beautiful sleeping. Sorry for waking you.”
*** *** ***
Myka shivered as she watched silently as the storm raged outside the windows. She flinched when a branch snapped against one of the panes. A slender arm tightened around her waist. Myka chuckled and snuggled deeper under the covers. Thunder held a new appeal to her now, ever since it had brought the owner of that slender arm into her life and her bed. Myka turned in Helena’s arms and smiled at Helena. Helena grinned and kissed her.
“You are thinking naughty thoughts, my darling,” she teased.
“Just thinking of how Thor’s Hammer brought you into my bed,” Myka whispered and brushed her lips against Helena’s. “And how thunder will always remind me of you, in a good way, of course,” she added quickly.
Helena ran her hand down Myka’s side and let it rest on Myka’s buttocks. She pressed her closer and giggled when Myka moaned softly as Helena’s thigh pressed against her center.
Helena grinned and rolled her over. She smiled down at Myka before kissing her. The storm continued to rage outside, but the two lovers paid no more attention to it. When lightening lit the entire room a little while later, Myka’s body tensed in a stiff arch as her cries were absorbed by the loud thunder. As Myka’s body shook in release, all that mattered was Helena and what she was doing to her. The storm outside had lost its grip on Myka as Helena brought her to a new height of pleasure.
THE END
“Yes?” she said trying to steady her voice.
The door opened revealing Helena’s concerned face. She was in her robe, holding a candle, the only light in the dark hallway outside Myka’s room.
“Are you all right darling?” she asked worried. “I thought I heard you scream.”
“I’m fine,” Myka mumbled embarrassed. “I just don’t like thunder.”
Another loud round of thunder made Myka jump and yelp. Helena was by her side instantly, putting an arm around her.
“It’s all right Myka. You’re safe here.”
“How can you be so sure? Lightening just struck a tree in the yard!” Myka argued wild-eyed.
“Then the likelihood that it will strike again is minimal,” Helena said and smiled at her.
Helena put the candle down on Myka’s nightstand and lifted the covers. She slipped into bed next to Myka.
“Helena? What are you doing?” Myka said and stared at her.
“I’m sleeping here for the remainder of the night. You should not be alone.”
“I’m fine,” Myka mumbled.
Helena caressed Myka’s cheek and tucked at lock of hair behind Myka’s ear. Myka sighed and relaxed under the caring touch.
“See, you really do want me here,” Helena teased.
“I’ve never liked thunderstorms,” Myka confessed. “I know it’s silly, but thunder really scares me.”
“It’s not silly,” Helena said and inched closer as she wrapped her arm around Myka’s waist. “Nature can be frightening and the power it wields is enormous.”
“Not helping,” Myka muttered.
“My Christina used to be afraid of thunder,” she said softly. “She would hide in my bed, pulling the duvet over her head.” Helena chuckled. “I would hold her and kiss her face, telling her that I would never let anything bad happen to her.”
Myka noticed Helena’s eyes change and realized that she had moved on from the thunderstorm memory to a darker one. She gently touched Helena’s arm.
“You protected her from the thunderstorms.”
“That I did,” Helena said and smiled.
Helena leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Myka’s forehead. Myka blushed at the intimate and caring gesture.
“I’m not a child you know,” she teased.
“No, of course not,” Helena said and her smile turned a bit mischievous. “You are a beautiful young woman whose bed I happen to be sharing.”
“Helena!” Myka said embarrassed, and laughed a little nervously.
“I know of another, much more delightful way of distracting a beautiful woman from getting all worked up over a little rumbling from Thor’s Hammer,” Helena purred.
Myka blushed furiously. Unsure how to respond she just stared at Helena as she leaned closer. Myka trembled slightly when Helena’s lips brushed against hers. She felt Helena tighten her hold on her and she settled in against Helena’s warm body. As if under Helena’s spell, Myka’s right foot moved and gently stroked up and down Helena’s slim calf. Myka smiled against Helena’s lips when she felt a slight tremble go through her beautiful companion.
“Oh Myka,” Helena whispered.
Helena rested her head on the pillow and just gazed at Myka for a moment.
“Helena,” Myka whispered. “Have you had relationships with women before?”
Helena chuckled and nodded. She gently caressed Myka’s cheek and tucked an unruly curl behind Myka’s ear, tracing her jaw line as she removed her hand.
“I have,” she admitted softly. “Does that come as a surprise to you?”
“A little,” Myka admitted. “I didn’t think that it would be something a Victorian woman would do.”
“True,” Helena said and nodded. “Still, women were much closer back then. It was not unusual for two women to hold each other or share a bed. I must say I often find it confusing how little people touch each other these days.”
“But for you it was more than sharing a bed, right?” Myka asked, needing her to clarify.
“Yes darling, so much more,” Helena purred.
Myka blushed as she noticed the look on Helena’s face. A bolt of lightning lit up the room and Myka yelped and trembled. Helena quickly wrapped her arms around her and tucked Myka’s head under her chin.
“Don’t worry darling,” she said gently.
Helena cupped Myka’s chin and smiled at her. She gave her a soft kiss.
“I’m not trying to seduce you Myka,” she said gently. “If and when we make love I don’t want you to be all jumpy and frightened,” she said and pulled Myka closer. “That kind of behavior makes a woman doubt her abilities to please,” she teased.
“Helena, you’re such an ass sometimes,” Myka muttered.
“Myka Bering! Language,” Helena said shocked and then laughed. “If I indeed will find myself in the position of discovering the secrets of your body and experiencing your passion, I have no doubt that you will enjoy it,” Helena whispered. “I will make your body sing Myka. You will whimper in need and passion as I touch you with my hands, stroking with gentle fingertips, kissing your beautiful body, tasting your desire.”
Myka groaned and trembled slightly, though now for a much different reason.
“Helena, you’re not just an ass, you’re pure evil right now,” she muttered.
“I think you will call me other things in the throes of passion,” Helena said and chuckled. “I can feel the desire build in you, darling. I believe that if I were invited to touch you, I would find you ready. Am I correct in my assumption?”
“Helena! You can’t honestly expect me to answer that.”
“I take that as a yes,” Helena said smugly.
Helena looked at Myka for a moment and then slipped out of bed. She walked on silent, bare feet over to the bookcase.
“Helena?”
“What’s your favorite book of mine?”
“I like them all. The Time Machine is great, but so are the other ones.”
“Time Machine it is then,” Helena said and pulled the book out of its place.
Helena slipped between the sheets again and sat up a little. She opened the book to page one and smiled at Myka.
“Close your eyes, love.”
Myka just stared at her. The smile started small but turned into a wide ear-to-ear grin.
“HG Wells is granting me a private reading of her book. Wow!”
“I’m glad that it pleases you,” Helena said and pulled Myka closer to her.
Helena read to Myka, distracting her from the storm that still raged outside, and soon Myka’s eyelids fluttered shut and her breathing started to get slower and more even. Helena stopped and watched her for a moment. Myka was sound asleep with a small smile on her lips.
“Sweet dreams darling,” Helena whispered.
Helena blew out the candle before settling in next to Myka. She again wrapped her arm around Myka, marveling at how well they fit next to each other.
*** *** ***
Myka woke up smiling. She could tell that it was still early. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled the soft hair in front of her face. Helena was sleeping in her arms and her dark hair fanned over the pillow. Myka caressed it away from Helena’s face and ran a finger down Helena’s slender neck. She bit her lip and grinned, suppressing a giggle, as Helena stirred at the slight tickle. Myka placed a soft kiss on Helena’s cheek.
“Mmm,” Helena purred as she stretched and turned over. “What a delightful way to wake up.”
“Good morning,” Myka said and smiled at her. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“My pleasure, love.”
“I really appreciate what you did for me,” Myka mumbled and traced a line down Helena’s arm. “In fact, I’m very appreciative,” she said and grinned at Helena.
“Oh, are you now?” Helena purred.
“Um hum,” Myka mumbled and leaned closer.
Myka kissed Helena’s neck. Helena sighed and leaned her head to the side giving Myka more access.
“Oh God,” Helena whimpered when Myka slipped her hand under the shirt to gently caress Helena’s stomach. “Myka,” she whispered.
“Yes?” Myka mumbled against Helena’s cheek, brushing her lips over the softness of Helena’s cheekbone.
“Darling, this feels wonderful,” she said; her voice a little strained as Myka’s lips found her ear and brushed her lips over the delicate shell, before gently sucking on the earlobe. “I don’t know how much more I can take and still remain well-mannered and treat you like a lady. I feel that I want to ravage you.”
“What makes you think that I want you to be good and proper?” Myka purred and gently nipped on Helena’s neck.
“Good Lord,” Helena whimpered and grabbed onto Myka.
Myka chuckled and inched her hand higher, stroking the underside of Helena’s breast with a finger. Helena whimpered and pushed against her.
“Myka, rise and shine!” Pete’s loud voice followed by a bang on the door announced.
Myka groaned and pulled away from Helena. She hid a smile as she watched Helena trying to calm down. She yelped when Helena rolled on top of her and kissed her hard.
“Don’t ever start something like this if you cannot finish it,” Helena growled. “You have been deceiving me, Myka. You are much more well-versed in the act of seduction than you let on. I am certain that I am not the first woman who finds herself come apart under your hands and lips, only to be left hanging in frustration.”
Myka chuckled and wrapped her arms around Helena, holding her close. It felt really good to have Helena’s warm body on top of hers. She sighed when Helena shifted so that her leg ended up between Myka’s, pressing gently against Myka’s center.
“Perhaps we should get some breakfast and then come back here to discuss this further?” Myka suggested.
“Perhaps I should just rip your clothes off?” Helena mumbled and traced Myka’s upper lip with her tongue.
“Sweet Jesus,” Myka whispered and kissed Helena.
“Myka breakfast!” another voice yelled through the door.
Helena groaned and rested her forehead against Myka’s chest. Myka chuckled.
“Thanks Claud,” she yelled back. “I’ll be down in a bit.”
“I’m going to shoot them both,” Helena muttered darkly.
“No you won’t,” Myka said and caressed her hair.
“Myka,” Helena whimpered softly. “I am really worked up and my body screams for your touch.”
Myka smiled and caressed Helena’s cheek. She kissed her softly.
“Sweetie, have you made love since you were brought back?” she asked softly. Helena shook her head. “I thought so.” She kissed Helena again. “I would like to really be able to take my time, and not rush. You deserve that.”
“Oh Myka,” Helena whispered.
Myka sighed at the beauty of the smile and look on Helena’s face. The softness of her expression was unlike anything she had ever seen on Helena’s face. Myka rolled her over and sat up.
“Let’s get some breakfast. I’m sure that Claudia and Pete will take off soon. I think I heard them saying something the other day about going to a comic book fair this weekend.”
“And Artie is out of town,” Helena said, suddenly much more excited.
“Um hmm,” Myka said. She caressed Helena’s stomach again. “Leena typically does grocery shopping on Saturdays.”
“So we might have the whole house to ourselves,” Helena purred and squirmed under Myka’s touch.
“Exactly.”
“Brilliant!”
*** *** ***
Myka grinned like an idiot as she stepped into the shower. She was about to make love to Helena. In just moments from now, Helena would be naked in her bed. Myka quickly rinsed her hair and reached for her favorite body wash. Thoughts of what Helena might do to her in a not so distant future made Myka pay more attention than usual to her washing and scrubbing. She bit her lip as she ran her hands over her thighs, reminded for a moment of how Helena had touched her thigh under the table during breakfast. Myka had almost choked on her Danish the first time Helena’s nimble fingers innocently caressed her thigh.
Toweling herself dry she glanced at herself in the mirror. Myka was proud of her body. She took great care staying fit since it was part of her job, but she also was very careful with what she ate; with the exception of Twizzlers of course.
*** *** ***
Helena held her best underwear in her hand contemplating everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. She was naked, her hair still slightly damp from the shower. It always surprised her how people seemed to be uncomfortable being naked. She had always been very comfortable without clothes on. She glanced at the matching set in her hand again and sighed. Should she wear it for Myka? Feeling that the occasion was important, but that the sight of the expensive silk might make Myka nervous, Helena settled for her second choice. She slipped on the panties and then the bra.
Helena padded over to the floor length mirror on bare feet and glanced at her own reflection. She smirked. It looked good on her. She adjusted the strap on her right shoulder and then grabbed the white shirt that was hanging on the doorknob. She sighed as the cool crisp cotton caressed her skin. Even after all this time she still found the feel of a man’s shirt delightful.
As she tucked the shirt tails into her black jeans Helena glanced at her reflection again. Her hair, now almost dry, fell in soft waves over her shoulders. It was a bit curlier than usual since it had been allowed to air dry. Her white shirt was a stark contrast to her black jeans and socks. She glanced at her boots and tapped her lips as she struggled to decide whether to wear them or not. She knew Myka really liked her boots. Helena chuckled at the thought. She had caught Myka more than once chewing on her lip and sighing while ogling Helena’s behind and her boots. Always a gentlewoman, she had of course never pointed this little discovery out to Myka. Perhaps the time was right? Helena thought to herself.
Her decision made, she slipped her foot into the boot and tugged it on. It occurred to her that removing her boots required the same pose, which would give Myka ample opportunity to admire Helena’s backside. Helena chuckled and nodded. Yes, boots was definitely the right choice.
*** *** ***
Myka stopped and held her breath for a moment as she heard the distinct sound of Helena’s boots in the hallway. The sound stopped right outside her door. Myka swallowed nervously and waited. A gentle knock on the door finally alerted her to her visitor’s intention.
Myka walked barefoot across the floor and opened the door. Helena smiled and cocked her head.
“Hello darling,” she said and gave Myka a smoldering look.
“Helena,” Myka whispered.
Myka stepped aside to let Helena in. She noticed how nicely the black jeans hugged Helena’s behind. Myka chewed on her lip as her eyes roamed over Helena’s slender legs down to her boots. Myka held back a groan. She had to wear those damn boots, didn’t she? Myka thought to herself.
“Something amiss, love?” Helena said innocently and arched an eyebrow.
“What? No of course not,” Myka stuttered, embarrassed, as her cheeks colored a little.
“Am I mistaken, or were you admiring my backside again, Myka?”
“What?” Myka whispered and her face turned red.
“I know that you are fond of my body, and especially my buttocks. It’s quite all right. I find it flattering,” Helena purred.
Myka hid her face behind her hands and turned her back to Helena with the realization that Helena had known all along that she had been checking her out at every opportunity. Myka felt mortified. She gasped when Helena wrapped her arms around her from behind.
“Darling, I want you to find me attractive,” Helena whispered in her ear. “Last night you and I slept wrapped up in each other’s arms. You kissed me. Why would you be embarrassed admitting that you find my body attractive?”
“Oh Helena,” Myka whispered and put her hand on top of Helena’s.
“I desire you too. Don’t you know that?”
“God Helena,” Myka said and turned in her arms.
Myka’s green eyes met Helena’s dark ones and she grabbed her by the shoulders pushing her against the door. She kissed Helena hard. Myka moaned when Helena’s hands settled on her butt, pulling her closer. She ground against Helena, pushing her leg between Helena’s. Helena whimpered and hooked her left leg over Myka’s hip, pushing up against her. Myka steadied Helena’s thigh, holding her against her all while kissing Helena, tasting her mouth, teasing her tongue.
“Darling,” Helena gasped in between kisses. “I’m afraid I am losing the battle and might fall down should I have to stand much longer.”
“I won’t let you,” Myka whispered against Helena’s ear before flicking her tongue over Helena’s earlobe causing a groan.
Myka moved her hand until she felt the button on Helena’s pants. She snapped it open and pulled the zipper down. Helena’s hands on her shoulders gripped her harder and she smiled against Helena’s lips. Myka pulled Helena’s shirt free from the pants and ran her hand over Helena’s smooth stomach.
“I think I am in love with your stomach Helena,” she confessed with a soft chuckle.
“Then I think you should kiss it,” Helena said and gasped as Myka’s hand found that spot on her side that made her toes curl.
“What a great idea,” Myka said and smirked.
Stepping away from Helena, Myka grinned as she knelt by Helena’s feet. She slowly pushed Helena’s shirt up and pressed her lips against the soft skin.
“Dear God,” Helena gasped and held on to Myka’s shoulders as her body trembled under Myka’s touch.
Myka brushed her lips over Helena’s stomach all while inching the shirt higher and higher. She felt the underside of Helena’s breasts against her fingertips and eased off; moving her hands to Helena’s back, bringing her closer to her mouth. Helena growled in frustration and Myka smiled against her stomach.
Moving her hands down Helena’s back she reached the edge of Helena’s jeans. She ran a finger right inside the waistline, feeling the edge of Helena’s underwear. Slowly, to make Helena fully aware of what she was doing, she pushed the jeans down.
“Yes, please,” Helena whispered and moved her hips to help Myka.
Myka kissed her way down and brushed her lips over Helena’s hip bone. She cupped her silk clad butt, gently caressing Helena as she moved her mouth further down. She pulled Helena closer and pressed her lips against her sex. Helena cried out and trembled. Myka ran her tongue over the damp silk, pressing down a little.
“Myka, please,” Helena whimpered.
Myka pulled away and got up. She grabbed Helena by the side of her neck and kissed her. Helena kissed back with a fury that surprised Myka. She chuckled when she felt Helena pull at her shirt and raised her arms so Helena could pull it over her head. It was tossed aside and had not even hit the floor before Helena’s lips were on the top of Myka’s breasts, kissing and licking any exposed skin.
Myka sighed and ran her hands through Helena’s soft hair. She pulled Helena up for another kiss and then pressed her against the door again. Looking Helena in the eyes, she started to unbutton Helena’s shirt, agonizingly slowly, one button at a time. After the third one Helena was breathing hard through her nose, her eyes dark as coals as they narrowed dangerously.
“Myka, I swear to God, if you do not move faster I will throw you on the bed and take you,” she hissed.
Myka smirked and grabbed Helena’s wrists, holding her against the door. She brushed her lips against Helena’s jaw line, but stayed away from her lips. She felt Helena struggle against her and smiled at her.
“I will take my time making love to you, and you will let me. Is that understood?” she said slowly.
“Myka,” Helena warned.
“Is that understood?” Myka said a little louder and tightened her grip on Helena’s wrists.
“Yes, darling,” Helena mumbled.
“I have imagined this moment so many times,” Myka whispered, her lips only millimeters from Helena’s. “I want to make it absolutely perfect.”
“Myka,” Helena whimpered. “You are torturing me.”
Myka chuckled and kissed her. This kiss was softer as Myka tasted Helena’s lips, slowly stroking her tongue against Helena’s, easing away each time Helena tried to increase the pressure.
“So where was I?” Myka said to herself. “Oh yes, your shirt.”
Helena made a face at her but did not say anything. She relaxed her arms and Myka let go of her. They looked at each other as Myka continued to unbutton Helena’s shirt until it hung open, revealing Helena’s bra underneath. Myka brushed it aside and cupped Helena’s breasts.
“Cream colored silk,” Myka mused. “How very fitting for a Victorian lady.”
“It would be much more fitting draped across the back of your chair,” Helena muttered.
“All in good time, honey,” Myka purred and traced the edge of Helena’s bra with her tongue. “I plan on kissing your breasts until the silk is completely damp from the touch of my tongue,” she added and kissed the freckle between Helena’s breasts.
“You will be the death of me,” Helena whimpered.
“I am sure that you have more stamina than that,” Myka teased. “Then on the other hand, I think I might be too impatient to see your beautiful breasts.”
“Please,” Helena said eagerly.
Myka rubbed her thumbs over Helena’s nipples and watched them harden instantly. She closed her lips around the closest one, wetting the silk with her tongue as she sucked gently on the tiny peak.
“Sweet mother of God!” Helena cried out and grabbed Myka’s shoulders in a vice like grip.
“Delicious,” Myka whispered and flicked her tongue over the damp peak.
Helena trembled and whimpered again. Myka watched her face intently. Helena’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes dark against her cheeks. She was panting and a soft blush was spreading over her neck and chest. Myka grabbed her by the waist and pulled Helena away from the door and towards the bed. Helena’s eyes flew open and she looked at Myka with a burning need in her eyes. Myka walked Helena backwards until they reached the bed. Not an easy task with Helena’s jeans trapped between her knees and boots. Finally Myka pushed Helena down on the bed.
“Oh the temptations,” she mumbled. “I admit taking you while you’re still wearing your boots is pretty high on my list,” Myka confessed with a naughty grin.
Helena laughed out loud and moved her foot so she could rub her boot against Myka’s calf.
“But I can always save that for the warehouse,” she mused.
“What?” Helena said and looked a bit nervously at Myka.
“Bending you over the desk, pulling your pants down and taking you from behind,” Myka purred.
“Good lord,” Helena said and swallowed.
“But for now I’m afraid that they will have to go,” Myka said, ignoring the lustful look on Helena’s face.
Myka quickly pulled Helena’s boots and socks off and then tugged the jeans down and off. She tossed them aside and leaned down over Helena, her hands on either side of Helena’s waist.
“Turn over Helena,” she whispered and kissed her softly on her stomach.
Helena sighed and moved up on the bed before rolling over on her stomach. She watched Myka ease out of her pants.
“Please don’t stop on my account,” she purred.
“Patience,” Myka said and smirked. Helena growled and grabbed the sheet.
Myka ran her hands up Helena’s calves, stopping briefly to rub her thumbs over the soft spot behind Helena’s knees. She smiled when Helena sighed and moved her legs. She continued her gentle caress up the back of Helena’s thighs. She rubbed a finger against the edge of Helena’s panties and eased the tip under the soft silk touching her skin. Helena pushed up against her hand. Myka chuckled and removed her hand.
Helena felt a slight bounce on the bed indicating that Myka had joined her. A soft leg brushed against hers and she moved her legs to accommodate Myka. She moaned softly when she felt Myka’s soft thighs touch the outside of her own as Myka sat down on top of her. Myka’s hands rested gently on her waist, her thumbs stroking over the small of Helena’s back.
“You have back dimples,” Myka noticed. “Beautiful,” she whispered and brushed her thumbs over the spots.
“You feel so good my darling,” Helena purred. “Soft and warm, and you know just where to touch me to make me feel oh so good.”
Myka smiled and ran her hands up Helena’s smooth back. A quick snap opened Helena’s bra and Myka brushed it aside. She gently massaged the tense muscles, feeling Helena relax. Leaning forward she brushed Helena’s hair aside further and placed a soft kiss at the nape of her neck. Helena sighed softly and smiled. She made a happy little sound when Myka’s breasts pressed against her back. Myka brushed her lips over Helena’s neck and shoulders, then traced her spine with a line of kisses. Helena was squirming under her by the time she reached the small of her back.
Myka moved down and gently rubbed the sensitive spots on Helena’s lower back watching her move against her hands. She leaned forward again and grabbed Helena’s shoulders.
“Sit up,” she whispered.
Helena eased herself up on her arms and the bra fell down around her hands on the bed. She smiled at the clever move and then eased herself up until she was kneeling in front of Myka. She waited eagerly for Myka’s next touch. As expected she was not disappointed.
Myka brushed Helena’s hair aside again and kissed her left shoulder. She moved her arms around her and caressed Helena’s stomach. Helena turned her head and their lips met in a soft kiss. Myka slid her hands higher and cupped Helena’s breasts, savoring the gasp her touch caused. She caressed Helena’s breasts for a moment, occasionally brushing her fingers over the nipples, each time drawing a soft sigh or a moan out of Helena. When her hands started a downward trek again Helena was trembling. Myka gently cupped Helena’s sex feeling just how aroused she was.
“Seems like you’re enjoying my touch,” Myka teased.
“Your touch is divine darling,” Helena croaked out and licked her lips. “My only complaint is that it is too slow. I want your hands on me, your fingers inside me and your lovely mouth pressed against my most intimate place, tasting me.”
Myka swallowed and a tremble went through her. Helena must have noticed because she chuckled and her dark eyes met Myka’s in a molten challenge.
Myka moved again and pushed Helena down on the bed. She grabbed the edge of Helena’s panties and raised an eyebrow. Helena laughed and moved her hips in approval. Myka slipped the panties off of Helena and then stretched out on top of her. Helena sighed happily and wrapped her legs around her, pushing up. Myka laughed when she felt the evidence of Helena’s arousal coat her stomach.
Myka caressed Helena’s side and gently pushed on her left thigh to let go of her. Helena eased her feet down on the bed again. She cupped Myka’s breasts and traced the bra until she found the clasp. In seconds she had freed Myka of the bra and again cupped Myka’s breasts.
“Your breasts are very beautiful, darling,” she whispered. “Come closer. Please?”
Myka smiled and nodded. She bent down and kissed Helena as she slipped her fingers into Helena’s slick heat and entered her all in one slow stroke. Helena cried out into Myka’s mouth. Myka eased her finger out of her, curling it a little in the process drawing a long groan out of Helena. She felt Helena’s hands on her breasts tremble.
“Did you enjoy that?” Myka purred. She rubbed her thumb over Helena’s clit and Helena bit her lip. “I take that as a yes.”
Myka ran her tongue around a rosy nipple before closing her lips around it sucking gently. She matched her lip movements with her hand and Helena shook at the pleasure it caused her. Myka realized that Helena was getting close and moved her hand so that she was only touching her inside. Helena growled in frustration. Myka watched Helena’s face as she slowly eased her finger back inside of Helena.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
Helena’s eyes popped open. She nodded silently and watched as Myka kissed her way down her stomach. Helena moved her legs when Myka gently pushed at the inside of her thighs. She trembled in anticipation as Myka ran her fingers over her center, easing her open.
“So beautiful,” Myka whispered.
Myka ran her tongue over Helena’s pink folds in the softest caress. Helena whimpered and Myka felt Helena’s hand in her hair. Myka circled Helena’s opening with her tongue before pushing inside; licking her, teasing her with her soft touch. Helena trembled and whimpered and Myka felt the fingers tighten in her hair. She looked up at Helena as she eased her finger inside of her again, then added a second finger which caused a groan of pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” Helena whispered and pushed against Myka’s hand.
Myka smiled and kissed Helena’s soft folds. She ran her tongue over them, tasting her and slowly bringing Helena closer to release. Circling Helena’s clit with her tongue Myka felt her starting to close around her fingers and she eased off a little.
“Myka,” Helena whimpered. “Please.”
Myka ran her tongue lightly over the clit and wrapped her lips around it. Helena cried out and bucked under her. Again Myka eased away before Helena reached the peak.
“NO!” Helena’s head shot up from the bed.
Myka chuckled and her mouth returned to Helena’s center. She flicked her tongue a couple of times before gently sucking on Helena’s clit again.
Helena tossed her head from side to side while gripping handfuls of the sheet. Her thigh muscles strained as her legs fought to keep with Myka’s rhythm. Finally she was there and she wailed as her body shook in release. Her fingers tangled in Myka’s hair as she pressed her closer.
Myka watched Helena’s release in awe. She was so powerful in her passion, for once not holding back. Myka knew that Helena would not let go completely until she was at her absolute highest point. That was her reason for building Helena up so slowly. Myka gently eased her fingers free and gathered Helena in her arms. Helena was still panting and gasping for air.
“It’s okay,” Myka whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you.”
“Thank you,” Helena whispered and kissed Myka’s collarbone.
“Rest now.”
“Just give me a moment,” Helena said with a chuckle. “That was very powerful darling. I still can’t feel my feet.”
Myka laughed and pulled Helena closer. She kissed her hair and sighed happily.
*** *** ***
Hours later Myka studied the sleeping Helena’s face. Helena was, if possible, even more beautiful in sleep: her face relaxed, and a tiny smile playing on her lips. Helena’s thick hair fell over Myka’s arm and a lock caressed Helena’s cheek. Myka gently smoothed it away without waking her lover.
Myka’s body tingled as she touched Helena’s lips. Helena had made love to her with a gentleness and determination Myka had never experienced before. She traced the outline of Helena’s perfect mouth thinking about where those lips had been, and what they had done to her body. Helena had been a very experienced lover and had Myka yelling out her release. Myka blushed a little at the memory. She was not a yeller. Her eyes returned to Helena’s face when she felt the lips move under her touch. Helena was awake.
“You are brooding, my sweet darling,” Helena teased, her eyes still closed.
“Not brooding,” Myka corrected her. “Reminiscing.”
“Ah,” Helena chuckled and her eyes opened. Helena’s dark eyes fixed Myka with a smoldering look. “Any regrets, love?”
“Regrets? Are you kidding me?” Myka exclaimed and laughed. “Perhaps not crossing this line sooner.”
Helena giggled and snuggled closer wrapping her arm around Myka’s waist.
“You feel delicious,” she mumbled against Myka’s neck.
“So do you,” Myka mumbled and kissed Helena’s forehead. “You were so beautiful sleeping. Sorry for waking you.”
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Myka shivered as she watched silently as the storm raged outside the windows. She flinched when a branch snapped against one of the panes. A slender arm tightened around her waist. Myka chuckled and snuggled deeper under the covers. Thunder held a new appeal to her now, ever since it had brought the owner of that slender arm into her life and her bed. Myka turned in Helena’s arms and smiled at Helena. Helena grinned and kissed her.
“You are thinking naughty thoughts, my darling,” she teased.
“Just thinking of how Thor’s Hammer brought you into my bed,” Myka whispered and brushed her lips against Helena’s. “And how thunder will always remind me of you, in a good way, of course,” she added quickly.
Helena ran her hand down Myka’s side and let it rest on Myka’s buttocks. She pressed her closer and giggled when Myka moaned softly as Helena’s thigh pressed against her center.
Helena grinned and rolled her over. She smiled down at Myka before kissing her. The storm continued to rage outside, but the two lovers paid no more attention to it. When lightening lit the entire room a little while later, Myka’s body tensed in a stiff arch as her cries were absorbed by the loud thunder. As Myka’s body shook in release, all that mattered was Helena and what she was doing to her. The storm outside had lost its grip on Myka as Helena brought her to a new height of pleasure.
THE END