NOTES: This chapter turns this T-rated walk into a M-rated one. Skip if you prefer
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They walked along the beach for a ways, hand in hand, stopping now and then to lean into each other and look out at the waves, let the surf glide over their feet. Then out of nowhere, they came upon a secluded bit of beach, several dunes providing privacy from the thinning crowds of the beachside bars, now far in the distance. Without a word, their direction shifted, angling for the little valley behind the dunes.
Cosima looked up briefly, thanking whatever gods may be for this woman, the night, and this little private alcove.
She pulled her hand from Delphine's, it felt empty and cold at the loss of her. Cosima laid out the blanket, and slowly sank down, the cool, fine sand leaching heat through the blanket, pulling Delphine down to sit next to her.
Cosima's fingers brushed the blonde's cheek, looking deeply, seriously into her eyes, a question lingering there. As she leaned in, their noses just brushing, Delphine met her eyes directly, trying to banish any question she had, letting her know she wanted this too. They kissed, slow, tender, at first. But as Delphine slipped her arms around the brunette's neck, cradling her dreads, pulling her closer, gaining leverage, the kiss deepened. Her tongue brushed across soft lips, begging entrance. They pulled into each other, tongues sliding in and out, hot and needy. Cosima lightly sucked Delphine's tongue into her mouth, a moan escaping from the blonde's lips.
Delphine broke away, breathing deeply the scent of the smaller woman: sandalwood, vanilla, musk, mingled with the salty air, the breeze fluttering around them. When the blonde said Cosima's name it was almost a hiss. She nuzzled into her, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her neck. Then she stopped, still pressing into her, burying her face in the crook of the smaller woman's neck. She was overwhelmed.
How could this be happening so quickly? How can I feel all of these things, this strongly, in a single day?
"Hey, hey, are you alright?" Cosima pulled back so she could see the blonde's face. "We don't have to do anything at all. We can just lay here and listen to the ocean and look at the stars, okay?" She was looking into hazel eyes trying to convey how earnestly she wanted to simply be near the blonde, nothing else expected.
"No, Cosima, it isn't that. I do … want … you. More than I have wanted anyone in my life, and, that is … this is strange, non? It has been a day. Less than a day. And," she hated to say it, to break the spell, "you are leaving tomorrow. Maybe we should stop now, maybe, maybe then I can survive you leaving." The words slipped out before she could stop them, before she could think how exposed and small they would make her feel.
Cosima looked back at her carefully, thoughtfully, her lips slightly dipping into a frown as she reached for the other woman's palm, pulling their fingers together, stroking slowly.
"From the moment I saw you on that train I felt drawn to you," she touched her forehead to Delphine's, pushing a wild curl behind her ear. "A magnet, or … like, the red string of fate, as fanciful as that sounds. I feel as though I have known you my whole life. It is … rare, maybe anomalous, but I don't think it's strange." The blonde nodded her head up, just slightly, brushing her nose against the smaller woman's, a light Eskimo kiss.
Cosima paused, eyes fluttering closed at the gesture, considering, "What happens tomorrow is complicated. I understand if you don't want to, like, go any further. You are safe here with me. This is already the perfect night … the perfect moment, just being here with you."
Delphine couldn't deny what she felt, what she wanted, and she did feel safe with this woman.
"I want to be with you, Cosima. Can we just take this slow?"
Cosima nodded, reaching up to caress the woman's cheek, fingers brushing back to trace her earlobe, ghosting along her long slender neck, fingers light, dancing across her chest. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the dip of the woman's collarbone, then to her lips. "Just tell me what you want."
But Delphine didn't speak, showing her instead. She draped her arms behind the smaller woman, pulling her closer, she tilted her head down, found Cosima's neck, resumed her work, placing hot kisses there, and breathing her in. Then Delphine found her earlobe, behind a cascade of dreads, nibbling lightly, then breathing into her ear, "I want to see you, Cosima." She slid her hands firmly up Cosima's hips, just under her tank top, the blonde's bottom lip pulled between her teeth as their eyes met.
Cosima nodded, leaning back, allowing the blonde to push the garment up and off her body, who looked long at the taut, tanned abdomen, the fabric of her purple and black bra. Fingers fluttering, she traced the brunette's lean arm, coming for the first time across the dandelion seeds dancing up her left forearm. Her breath caught, and she leaned down to place a small kiss on each seed, looking up at Cosima after with dark eyes.
Cosima's hands were moving suddenly to the hem of the blonde's blouse, pulling the shirt up but struggling. Delphine grabbed either side and whisked it over her own head, curls swaying. Cosima gasped, creamy skin gleaming in the moonlight, the black lace of her bra standing out, drawing attention. She ran her fingers along the outline of the woman's bra. "I want to see you too, is it okay if I …?"
"Yes, Cosima, please."
She unhooked the bra quickly, fabric falling down her arms. "God, you are so beautiful." Cosima placed a palm on the back of the blonde's neck, cradling her, as she pushed Delphine's sitting form slowly backward onto the blanket, blonde curls splaying out beneath her. As Cosima drew herself over the tall frame, placing one knee on either side, she slowed momentarily to dispose of her own bra.
She leaned in, kissing the woman beneath her, brief kisses. The blonde drew her hand between them, lightly cupping Cosima's small breast, running a thumb over the tender peak forming. "Tu es belle, mon petite amor, tu es trop belle."
The taller woman's long, lean body was covered in goosebumps, the light breeze from the sea moving against dewey skin. Cosima, propped up on one elbow, eyes following her fingers as they drew down the woman's side, pulling her palm across her toned stomach, then up to dusky nipples, hard against the cooling breeze and the brunette's touch. She pulled a nipple between her thumb and fingers, squeezing and tweaking lightly, looking into the blonde's eyes. "Is this okay?"
"Oui, I am not fragile, ma cherie. I want your hands on me."
A bolt shot through Cosima, heat pooling in her own core at her directness. She lost her hesitancy then, pulling herself more fully over Delphine, placing her knee between her thighs, warmth evident even through her jeans, eliciting a small gasp. She caressed one breast with her hand, fingers teasing, and pulled the other into her mouth, tasting the woman's salty skin, a hint of lavender underneath. Flicking and sucking through her smile, the woman beneath her moaned and arched into the touch. She moved to the other breast, the cool breeze on wet skin making Delphine shiver as she ran her hands along Cosima's toned back and shoulders, fingers brushing against dreads.
Delphine's body thrumming, she pulled Cosima up to her, bringing their mouths together, this kiss needy and deep. She nipped at Cosima's lip, sucking it in softly. The smaller woman's response was to press herself ever closer to the blonde, place greater friction between her thighs.
Cosima continued exploring, running her free hand down Delphine's stomach, pausing at the top of her jeans, fingers over the top button, she broke their kiss briefly, looking in her eyes, checking in. The blonde licked her lips, nodded slightly, eyes expectant.
Cosima quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her, pulling the tight fabric down the blonde's long legs, struggling a bit, both lightly laughing, but with a sense of urgency. As soon as the blonde's legs were free, Cosima pulled her harem pants off, reciprocating, wanting to feel as much of her skin against the French woman as possible.
Cosima let her hands slowly trace up from the blonde's ankles, kissing just inside her knee, hands and lips moving up her body slowly. Delphine's head was tilted back, hands reaching down but unable to reach the smaller woman who was lingering over every inch of her as if committing it to memory. She had said to go slowly, but her body now betrayed her mind. Her fingers finally found purchase around Cosima's dreads, lightly tugging her up, brushing their lips together, kissing the top of Cosima's cheek, back to her ear letting a hot breath escape as she nibbled her earlobe. She noted with pleasure the shivers the action elicited every time. She traced her long fingers along the back of her neck, down shoulders, as the brunette pressed fully into her, the taut peaks of her breasts brushing against Delphine's.
The smaller woman brought her hand between their bodies at their waists, trailing her fingers down to black lace, letting them slip just inside the hem. Delphine let out a little moan, lifting and opening her hips. Cosima's hand slipped further in, past the last barrier between them, dipping her fingers to the woman's core.
"Oh my god, Delphine, you are so wet," Cosima moaned, fingers tracing the length of her slick folds.
"I have been wanting you since dinner. I have been wet …" she moaned as Cosima circled her clit, arching slightly toward the smaller woman, losing her words.
Cosima moved to pull the panties off, Delphine's hips lifting. She took in the sight of the woman's swollen sex in the moonlight, taking too long. Delphine grabbed the other woman's hand, placing it on her again. In response, Cosima's fingers moved eagerly through the blonde's slick folds, from clit to entrance and back, so slowly, teasing, the wet sound just audible over the softly crashing waves. Delphine drew her knees up, wider, and looped them around Cosima, offering herself to the small woman hovering above her.
Cosima pulled her hand away, breeze cooling the blonde as she whimpered. Her whimper quickly turned to a moan as Cosima webbed both hands out against her abdomen, stroking down, she met Delphine's eyes again before lowering her mouth, seeing only desire in the dim moonlight. She hummed into Delplhine's slick, swollen folds, tracing her tongue from her clit down, circling the woman's entrance, eliciting sharp gasps as she dipped her tongue just inside, thrusting in and out softly, tasting the blonde's arousal. She placed her tongue flat against her length, stroking back up, then circling the woman's clit, sucking the bundle hard into her mouth briefly, the blonde's hips bucked wildly at the contact.
"Please, Cosima," her voice a low growl, needy, "j'ai besoin de toi maintenant."
Cosima pulled up, understanding what she wanted well enough, if not the words. She wiped her mouth, two fingers replacing her tongue at her entrance, not wanting to make her wait any longer, she slowly thrust both into slick heat up to her knuckles, looking into Delphine's eyes as she adjusted to her, head tilting back a bit, eyes glazing over. She set a steady pace as she draped the length of her body over the blonde's. Their lips crashed together, teeth and tongue, as Cosima thrust steadily.
Delphine scraped blunt nails down Cosima's back and wrapped her legs tightly around the small woman's ass, pulling her closer, as she arched, head falling to the side. Gaining leverage, giving Delphine the friction she craved, Cosima placed her thigh behind her hand, added a third finger, thrusting faster, harder, the blonde trying to stifle and swallow her moans, her hips rolling up to meet every thrust. She could feel Delphine starting to quake just slightly, and she quickened the roll of her thumb over her clit as she maintained her pace, curling her fingers to coax her over the edge.
She was rewarded by a long, low moan, and then her name, falling from perfect lips, as the woman came undone beneath her, walls clenching and pulsing around Cosima's fingers as she slowed her pace, but moved inside her still, bringing her down slowly.
Delphine's body went slack, hands falling haphazardly to each side, spent, as Cosima pulled her fingers out gently.
"Mon dieu, Cosima, what have you done to me."
Cosima pulled up alongside the blonde, wrapping her arm around her waist, chuckling, "Your face is so adorable when you come. You looked like you were concentrating so hard, and then you held your breath, then this flash of surprise. You're just … you're just beautiful."
They laid a moment, resting in silence, Cosima looking intently at Delphine, as the blonde sighed, pulling herself back together.
Then she cupped the brunette's cheek, turning on her side to see her more clearly, brushing dreads back over her shoulder. "You are the beautiful one, ma cherie." She inhaled long and deep, and then, with mischief in her eye, she rolled, pushing her weight against the small brunette to pull on top, a full grin on her face to match her lover's.
"Oh, Delphine, you don't have to, this is enough for me."
Delphine didn't respond, just placed her hips between Cosima's thighs, rocking just slightly, and running her hands softly up and down the brunette's toned legs. Her right hand moved further inward, just barely caressing Cosima's inner thigh.
"You're saying you don't want this," she said softly, teasingly, as she slipped a finger just behind ruined underwear, finding her wet and ready. "I would beg to differ."
Cosima's eyes widened in shock, then desire, as she brought her own lip firmly between teeth. "Mmmmm," was all she could manage. The sight of the blonde hovering over her, her suggestive words in that accent, had her body already thrumming.
"Je veux me sentir chaque pouce de vous. I want to feel you. Inside and out."
"Ohmigod, Delphine." All she could manage was a nod against the flush of heat and desire coursing through her.
"Are you sure, ma cherie," she teased as she ran her finger against the smaller woman around her underwear, "because I could stop if you want me to."
Cosima whimpered, a pleading expression on her face. Delphine grinned, leaning up to kiss the woman softly, as she ran both hands along each thigh under cotton boy shorts, pulling them off in one quick motion.
Her tone and actions suggested a confidence she didn't quite feel. She had never been with a woman before, but the way they moved together felt so natural, so right. She was telling herself to trust her instincts, listen to the woman beneath her, follow her motions. She wanted to make her break open beneath her like she had, wanted to feel her come.
Her long fingers slid through Cosima's folds, the terrain new, but familiar. She stretched her thumb forward, finding the swollen bundle of nerves, pressing lightly in small, uneven circles.
The brunette's lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, arching her back into the blonde's hand, wanting more. Gaining courage from her response, Delphine pressed into her then, one long finger moving slowly, wondering at the soft, velvet-feel of her inner walls. She laid herself over the smaller woman, whispering to her, mumbling in French as she moved inside her and pressed kisses along her jaw and neck where Cosima's scent was strongest. Picking up the pace, she pressed the back of her hand against the woman's clit as she thrust with her hips.
Cosima, for her part, was having trouble making sense of the physical sensations - which bordered on teasing, though she knew that was not the blonde's intent - and a sensual, emotional response to having the blonde move with her, through her, while looking at her with such earnest hazel eyes.
As Delphine's fingers thrust within Cosima, she watched her soft, round breasts move in such a fluid way that her own core flushed again with heat. Unable to resist, and then realizing she didn't need to, she leaned down to take a breast into her mouth, sucking hard at the nipple. Both women moaned at the same time.
She asked the brunette what she wanted softly, and in answer to her request, she added more fingers, thrusted more quickly. She wasn't sure she was keeping a steady rhythm, but Cosima was responding, hips rolling, moaning soft "yeses" and "more".
Delphine's arm burned, but the look on the woman's face, her dreads splayed around her like a halo, the feel of Cosima around her fingers, she pressed on. She must have been lost in the feeling, in the vision of Cosima's clenched eyes, mascara winging out, as she pulsed around her. Before she realized it, Cosima was letting out a strangled cry, hands clutching at Delphine's back. She kept moving, keeping up the steady pace, until Cosima lightly pushed against her, "too much, baby."
Delphine slowed, pulling out her fingers tenderly. She kissed Cosima's forehead as she moved upward. "Ma cherie, you feel amazing."
"I think I should be saying that to you," she huffed loudly, moving to curl into the blonde. "Jesus."
They laid a long moment before talking again, before pulling some semblance of clothing back on their bodies, damp from the sea salt spray, their exertion. Cosima pulled the taller woman into her now, blonde curls falling across her chest as she cradled her, arm looped around Delphine's back and waist.
Then they looked up, Cosima's finger reached up into the night, pointing. "Ah, look, at least we can make out Scorpio. You see it to the right just above the horizon? You can see the loop of his tail, following it up," as she made a looping motion, "to the head."
Delphine nuzzled into her, bringing her closer, her fingers splayed across the other woman's ribs. "I always loved looking at the stars too. My mother and I used to sit long into the summer nights in the fields just beyond my grandparents' cottage. I haven't looked up at the stars, with someone I care about at least, for many years." Cosima turned to look at the blonde, who was looking up.
Cosima's eyes slowly closed at the sight, watching contentment and wonder wash across the blonde's features. With her free hand she reached for Delphine's, their fingers sliding and stroking against each other without intent, just enjoying the sensation of ghosting fingers over flesh.
"Well, I find it fitting then, laying here with you that I can see one of my favorite constellations – it's very small – but elegant, perfect." They both paused, the blonde waiting for Cosima to go on. "If you look up and to the left, from Scorpio, past the moon, about, um, 45 degrees, you'll see it."
She pulled her hand away from Delphine's, tracing the outline of the constellation with her finger in the darkness, nose pressed into Delphine's curls, whose hand was splayed again across Cosima's waist. "It's almost like an inverted little dipper."
"Oui, I see it, I think, a very bright blue star in the middle of a sort of ribbon shape."
"Yes! Exactly. That … is the constellation Delphinus. And that star you see, the bright blue one, that's Beta Delphini, it's actually a binary star, two stars orbiting each other every 27 years."
Delphine turned into the brunette then, laughing lightly into her ear, tracing her fingers along her dreads, the side of her face. "How many perfect moments do we get, ma cherie?"
Cosima had no answer, just leaned into her touch, and pulled her into a light kiss.
They looked up at the sky together, pointing out the rare shooting star and leaning in to easy silence, pinpricks casting the barest blue light on them down below. As they listened to the waves lapping the shore, they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
