Uninhibited

The only thing melting faster than the warm chocolate that night was Helena. This was foreplay on a silver platter –literally - and she was on fire. Myka put the molten candy on the tip of her index finger and pressed down on Helena's lower lip. Helena shuddered and opened her mouth wider– her breath warm on Myka's hand.

"You are…. killing me," Helena struggled to get the words out. The tip of Helena's tongue slipped out to taste the confection.

"I'm pleasuring your senses," Myka said –putting her newly dipped thumb back into Helena's mouth. Helena's lips surrounded it until Myka slowly pulled it free. A furrow appeared in Helena's brow each time Myka withdrew.

"You are causing …incredible …aching," Helena gasped when Myka bent down and licked the chocolate covered lip with her tongue.

"Oh no, we can't have that," Myka said sympathetically. She leaned in, pressed her lips on Helena's, and could feel the guttural moans that Helena was reduced to.

It amazed Myka how not being able to see Helena's eyes only seemed to accentuate her lips more. She could feel their fullness and softness more than ever before. As methodical as Myka had been about purposely being slow, it was getting harder not to give in to the urgency she now shared with Helena.

Then something happened.

Maybe it was the slow jazz playing in the background, or the light-headed feeling that Myka was experiencing. Something made Myka pull back and gaze down at her lover. It dawned on Myka what was really happening. Beyond the carnal fires that she had lit carefully one by one, past the sensuous manipulations and erogenous control - Helena lay in wait. The woman, who craved to dominate, was giving herself over to Myka.

Myka looked at the blindfold and it reminded her of how Helena had trouble adjusting to the light after being bronzed. She detested anything that covered her face usually. Yet, now she allowed Myka to cover her eyes without question. She trusted Myka with her heart and soul.

That epiphany suddenly lit Myka on fire more than anything else that had just transpired. Myka slipped her fingers under the silky material of the eye cover and lifted it off Helena's eyes. The black orbs squinted to adjust to the flickering light of the fire and soft glow of the lamps. Seeing Myka was the best treat of all for the Brit and she broke out in a broad smile. "There you are," she said.

Myka took Helena's face and looked into her eyes.

"I love you Helena. More than the sun, the moon, the stars. More than time itself. I have always loved you and I always will," Myka whispered and kissed Helena who reached up and grabbed Myka to pull her in.

"Myka, please…," Helena begged because she wanted to taste Myka's skin, hear her moans, inhale her smell and feel her deep inside.

The need and the wanting of the pair compelled them to push at anything that got in their way until hands were free to explore bare skin. Finally, Myka moved her hand in place and gently, but firmly pushed Helena over the precipice.

Helena screamed the loudest Myka ever heard her exclaim as riveting explosions rippled out from her core after hours of expectation. She cried Myka's name over and over and let her head thrash against the couch, no longer able to hold back anything as Myka lovingly touched her where she needed it most and brought her release in waves.

Helena had never experienced anything like it in her life. No lover had ever done to her what Myka managed to do that night. Feelings welled up inside her – a warm sensation filled her heart with love for Myka. She was aware of being naked – not on the outside where goose bumps erupted from the coolness of the room now – but inside. Her entire being lay open to Myka and as clouded as her mind was from the physical roller coaster ride; Helena knew she had never experienced lovemaking like this before.

Usually the lovers lay in each others arms until recovery came, but not tonight. Once Myka tapped into what her body had been soaking up all along, there was no waiting. She wanted Helena – now. Helena's strength was momentarily tapped, but it didn't matter. Myka's frenzy compensated as she leaned into Helena's knee and moved slowly. "Take me Helena," Myka pleaded. "Like you have never done…," Myka was instructing when the words had already connected for her lover. Helena rebounded – willing her leg to thrust firmly and pushing Myka down hard onto her. She didn't have the luxury of serving Myka food in a titillating manner. There was no time for creative nuances and she knew it.

Helena had a way of exuding power. Her touches were deliberate, and while she remained gentle, they oozed control. She centered Myka onto of her and kneaded her muscles up and down her back until she could cup her with both hands. Helena pressed her down until Myka could feel nothing but pressure on the hottest part of her body. Just when the sensation escalated, Helena moved and Myka moaned her frustration at being pulled back from the edge.

"Not yet," was all Helena said in a throaty timbre. She wasn't delaying Myka to torment her – she wanted her in a different position. She pushed Myka's legs out and to the side and slowly slid under her. Myka held onto the end of the couch – her head held up as Helena moved beneath her. Finally, after leaving a torturous trail of kisses, Helena was where she wanted to be.

Myka was certain her arms would not hold her up as the sensation continued to build up inside her.

"God, now Helena now," she screamed, her breath ragged, her body shaking from muscle tension. She was afraid of moving out of that spot as Helena adeptly touched Myka with her tongue. Finally, after more begging, Myka could feel the pulsating release and froze as she allowed it to spread outward.

Then she collapsed, and Helena pulled herself up and enveloped her. There was silence in the room except for heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire.

Moments passed before either spoke.

"Do you have any idea how much I adore you?" Helena said stroking Myka's curly hair.

"Before or after dinner?" Myka asked teasingly.

"Well, I have always adored you. Now I adore your culinary skills," Helena mused.

"Wait until you see what I can do with a crudités," Myka laughed into Helena's chest, blushing from her own double entendre.

"Myka Bering! What did you do with that uptight lawyer who walked into my office several months ago?" Helena asked.

"I was not uptight. I was being professional," Myka said defensively

"Well if I had known what you could do with food, I would have hired you right then and there," Helena said holding onto her lover.

"I was already hired when you met me. Let's be honest, Helena. We know who really wears the pants in your company," Myka said of the HR Director.

"If someone is wearing the pants at my company, it is because I have stripped them and then provided the pants," Helena said pushing her chest out and raising Myka's head.

"I think stripping someone was one of the first messes I got you out of," Myka laughed and jerked when Helena slapped her exposed buttock lightly. Myka quickly reached behind and grabbed Helena's hand.

"You be very careful. I know your weakness now," Myka said looking up at Helena.

"Being blindfolded? Being fed by hand?" Helena asked.

"Me," Myka said confidently. Helena smiled immediately.

"Indeed you are darling," she concurred.

"You know it was Millie who suggested all the food for tonight," Myka said, the sangria and activities making her sleepy.

"That woman needs to be promoted," Helena said.

I cannot believe how Millie's favorability index has gone up.

I hope this wasn't too disconnected for you.

Thank you to CdB55 who is so patient and generous with her time.