Page 49 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
“Is it good?” asked Kendall.
“There isn’t a good or bad in tarot.” Emme touched the Two of Wands, “This is your past, and it says that you have worked hard, had success, and a lot to be proud of, but you are still searching for something. You have steadily been moving forward but to what end?” She then touched the Strength card, “This is your present, and it says that you are strong and courageous but may be fighting your instincts out of fear. Self-control can be a strength, but it can go too far and become a hindrance.” Lastly, she touched the Ten of Cups, “This is your future, and it says there will be a loving relationship, happiness, and harmony. If you look at the card you can see that your cups, literally, runneth over with joy.”
Emme looked up, watching Kendall’s eyes flicker with the fire. Kendall was silent but her eyes were saying something significant. Emme didn’t know what to do with the energy flowing between them, so she instinctively picked up her deck and started shuffling them over and over, letting their familiar comforting feel sooth her.
Kendall stood up, opened the tent and turned a small light on before putting out the fire. The color of the now glowing tent reminded Emme of the Himalayan salt-lamp she kept by her bed. That unique orange-yellow glow soothed her through the many nights she spent alone, many of which she’d spent, thinking of a certain river loving beauty. It was too much. She started fiddling with small rocks, turning them over and over in her hands, handling them with as much care as she would living-room furniture.
But when she looked up, she noticed that Kendall had walked over to her, and had put out her hand. Emme paused then placed hers inside of Kendall’s. Kendall gave her one of those slow lazy smiles that turned Emme to liquid, “Time for bed, my photo-bug.”
Emme felt electricity snapping through her fingertips and her blood flow beginning to pulse between her legs. Kendall let Emme in first then zipped the tent flap behind herself.
Was that Kendall’s breath on the back of her neck? All the hairs on her body stood at attention. They were both illuminated by the golden light of the camping lamp, the quality of light making Emme feel ethereal, goddess-like even. She was basking in her feminine power. It was an energy building inside, stoking an internal flame that brought a powerful awareness to her senses.
She sensed the presence of the Goddess Spirit within her and she silently said thank you. She knew sexual energy was special and a gift but in this moment, she felt those truths to her core. She’d been aroused before and had had good sexual experiences but never had she felt this level of anticipation, desire, hunger even. It was as if this night had the power to quench a thirst she’d never been free of.
They were both on their knees facing one another. The space between them felt alive and magnetic, pulling their bodies closer and closer. Kendall placed her hands on either side of Emme’s face and pulled her near. It was as if there was fire in those hands, yet no pain. Their lips were almost touching, but Kendall paused and instinctively Emme knew that she was being given time to consent. To decide if she wanted this to move forwards or to pause and lie next to each other as friends.
Curls bouncing, she smiled and nodded, urging her river queen on. Her lips were gentle and soft with a plushness to them. It didn’t take a witch to know they would be, but she hadn’t expected them to feel so delicate. The pink tip of Kendall’s tongue darted out and gently licked the outer edge of quivering lips. A gravely moan escaped Emme’s throat, and Kendall pressed on with more force and less control.
Emme melted into that kiss, allowing this strong fierce woman to guide her. She felt so owned and adored by just this kiss alone. Nervously at first, but then with more confidence, Emme opened her mouth to Kendall, allowing her to explore. She tasted of sunshine, fire, and salt. Emme felt her sense of self-control breaking down. Her legs were trembling, not from the position, but from such extreme want. Had she ever wanted anyone or anything this much? Her body answered her question as she felt herself clench, her inner core wet and wanting.
Kendall’s right hand had traced the lines of Emme’s face, down her sweat-beaded neck, along one trembling shoulder, and was now cupping her full pale breast in the most reverent manner. The moment Kendall squeezed that blush pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Emme let out a throaty moan that had the temptress smiling against her mouth. Emme started moving her hands down the rippling back of her deepest desire and rested them on strong prominent hips, squeezing a bit, letting her fingertips sink into the toned flesh.
Kendall pulled away from Emme’s wanting mouth, “Em, if you keep touching me I’m going to lose it, and I’ve waited a long time to feel you under me. I want this to be about you tonight.”
A long time? How long? Later! Later!
Her words were so heartfelt, and her eyes spoke of such desire that Emme could only nod her acquiescence as her friend, and now her lover, gave her a look of appreciation and gently guided her to lay back and let the soft forest floor beneath the tent take her weight.
A slender brown finger danced up Emme’s stomach, pulling her shirt up with it. Kendall’s right hand firmly gripped Emme’s side and pulled her, tucking the redhead in under as she lay on her left side. Once in place, Emme could feel Kendall’s breast on her own. Had she ever felt something so perfect? So right? Could her heart and soul handle such a truly flawless sensation?
This was ecstasy on a spiritual level. Two souls joining.
The nipple ring Kendall had previously described only added to the sensations Emme felt around her own tingling, electrified nipple. Knowing lips and teeth trailed up and down Emme’s neck and collarbone, whilst a gentle but firm knee was grinding against Emme’s engorged clit.
Emme gave up trying to control her reaction. Passion like this was a divine gift. So she gave into it.
Moaning and rolling her hips, deepening the sensation, Emme blindly grabbed at Kendall’s shirt indicating it was time for it to come off.
The message was received, and Kendall deftly removed both their shirts while keeping a slow steady rhythm against Emme’s now completely engorged clit. Kendall’s full breasts looked sinful, with shimmering silver rings hanging from large dark nipples. Emme wanted desperately to lick and tug on the rings, but she had agreed to Kendall’s request, so she nibbled on her swollen lips instead. Emme felt a bit brave and bit down with a little more force which earned her a deep growl in return. Within seconds, Kendall’s mouth was covering Emme’s right breast while her hand massaged the other one. She sucked and licked with such force that it stole Emme’s breath.
The photographer’s eyes were focused on her river guide’s face. She’d never seen anything so erotic in her life. Kendall looked confident, fierce, and reverent all at one time. Emme pondered this for a moment, and then Kendall bit down on Emme’s nipple and simultaneously pressed the palm of her hand against Emme’s clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her body was on fire and was being driven mad. Her brain short-circuited, “Kendall, please, I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Kendall stopped what she was doing and brought her mouth to Emme’s ear. “Emme, do you need to come?” Her tone was liquid sex and just managed to drive Emme higher.
Emme fought to get the words out, “Yes, please.”
Kendall pressed herself into Emme a bit more, “Okay, Emme, I’ll give you what you want. I’ve been picturing this in my mind for a long time, and the wait is killing me too.”
Just the idea of Kendall fantasizing about her for who knows how long almost drove Emme over the edge.
Kendall kissed her one more time, deep and full, before moving down to her breasts. Each nipple got a suckle and nip before she continued heading down. Emme felt a warm wet tongue swirl around her belly button followed by a deliberate puff of breath. In a swift seamless move, Emme’s shorts were off, and Kendall was looking down at her panties.
“Open your legs, Emme.”
It was definitely less request and more directive.
Emme parted her legs allowing her knees to fall to either side.
