Petals (by Amy Lowell)
The hardest part of the day for the newlyweds had been not being able to touch each other whenever they wanted to. It felt odd to Myka not to be holding hands with Helena the way they had done so often on the island. Helena missed kissing Myka wherever and whenever she wanted. Now they were home, after several hours apart, and their longings were renewed with intensity.
"I want you in nothing but your Chanel," Myka had whispered huskily when she followed Helena inside their bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and pulled Helena in close to kiss. The two then raced to see who could undress the other faster. Naked bodies fell onto the comforter on the bed, but neither felt its coolness. Hot breath left trails of warm kisses, and tongues touched skin, setting it afire.
Myka stopped only momentarily to look down into Helena's eyes, that even in the dimly lit room displayed her eagerness. "You are so beautiful," Myka said with the same amazement every time. "I am the luckiest woman alive," she added, before pressing down with force onto Helena's lips.
Helena's stomach tightened and muscles contracted as she tried to slow the pace of her internal wave of anticipation. Taking it slowly - had proven to have its distinct advantages. It was a fine line between molten eruptions that spread throughout – and more concentrated outbursts that covered less space, but were devastatingly satisfying. It all depended on the urgency.
But how could Helena slow down her need when her entire body was demanding its healthy dose of Myka?
Myka loved the sweet torture that deferring brought. Straddling Helena now, Myka bent down close to her ear and whispered; "You, Mrs. Bering-Wells, were one force to be reckoned with today. Have I mentioned how much that turns me on?"
A low throaty laugh left Helena's mouth as Myka's curls cascaded down on her, causing goose bumps to erupt. "Then, I shall slay another dragon tomorrow just to rouse you."
Myka laughed slowly. "I would much rather you use your powers for good instead of evil – unless you're in the bedroom," Myka said, playing with Helena's ear as she still kept her wife in place with her body atop her.
"Let me up and I shall demonstrate just how evil I can be," Helena said and easily toppled Myka over.
The couple laughed until desire turned their words into deep-throat moans and high-pitched pleading.
"Oh God, please now," Myka begged as Helena explored her inner heat with delicate swirls and achingly slow thrusts. So intimate with her wife's body, Helena knew the signs that told her when and where to touch Myka so that wave after wave of rapture filled her body. And Myka, once recovered, knew that it was a combination of touch and verbal reminders that put Helena at her mercy that sent Helena over the edge into blissful explosions. Afterwards, the room was filled with heavy breathing and gentle laughing as the couple cuddled in each other's arms.
"I shall never be happier than when I am with you," Helena said, lying on Myka's chest and playing with a wayward strand of her wife's hair.
"Then you will always be with me," Myka assured Helena, pulling her in a little closer.
Growling stomachs encouraged them to shower before dinner, but that only brought more touching of soap-laden bodies and that resulted in more lovemaking until neither thought they would walk again.
Finally, forcing themselves to dress, they descended to the kitchen.
"If Leena made spaghetti, I fear we will not get through the meal," Helena laughed seductively as her finger grazed Myka's lips. "I could hardly concentrate when you were talking in the meeting today," the CEO confessed as she took a seat and Myka went to the fridge.
"Ms. Wells!" Myka mockingly admonished. "I had some very important things to say in that meeting." Myka pulled out the prepared meal of grilled chicken breasts, wild rice, and vegetables.
"Yes, well all I could think of was how delicious the lips uttering all those words would taste," Helena admitted.
"And all I could think of while I was telling the group about the upcoming legislative corporate changes was your Freudian slip," Myka laughed, microwaving the prepared dishes.
"What slip? I made no slip," Helena protested.
"Really?" Myka asked, turning to face Helena across the marble island. "Well, Ms. Bering, please do keep us abreast of those changes," Myka said in her best imitation of her wife's accent. She was getting better.
"Oh, no!" Helena denied. "That was not a slip. That was you misinterpreting an innocent use of a word."
"Oh really?" Myka said, knowing she could pare away at Helena's faux explanation.
"Yes, quite frankly, I believe it's because you're obsessed with my breasts and I'm thinking of reporting you for sexual harassment," Helena said, jutting out her chin.
Myka made one jerk movement like she was coming towards Helena and the Brit screamed and jumped off the stool, running into the dining room. Myka burst out laughing. "Oh you're real tough, Mrs. Bering-Wells," she yelled, collecting the warmed plates and placing them on a tray. She pushed the kitchen door opened and carried the food into the dining room where Helena was lighting the candles.
"You're such a coward," Myka teased, placing the dishes down in front of their places next to one another at the large table.
"Don't blame your fixations on me, darling," Helena said, taking her seat. "You'll never be cured if you can't admit you have a problem." She tried like hell to say it with a straight face.
Myka put her hand under Helena's short nightgown and touched her thigh. "And do you want me to be cured, Mrs. Bering-Wells, of my …obsessions?" Myka whispered, as her hand slowly slid forward.
Helena bit her lip, trying to keep up with Myka in the charade, but her body was surrendering. "No," Helena finally squeaked as a renewed aching filled her core.
"Good," Myka said, slowly withdrawing her hand.
"It is not fair," Helena pouted and Myka could tell from the tone that Helena's bottom lip was protruding out.
"How is that?" Myka asked, without looking directly at her.
"You have captured my heart, and in doing so, have rewired every neural pathway in my body so that it obeys you," the scientist said, trying to make it sound like it was a complaint when it was really a compliment.
"Every neural pathway, eh? I'm rather delighted with that, given just how many you must have," Myka said proudly as she placed a knife and fork by their plates.
Helena proceeded to take her knife and cut the chicken on her plate and in turn, sliced the one of Myka's plate. Then she removed the place settings to the side. She turned in her seat to face Myka. Myka watched as Helena picked up a piece of the meat with her fingers. "Did I say every?" she asked innocently as she brought the piece of food to Myka's lips. Myka instinctively opened her mouth to accept the food and whatever else Helena saw fit to put in there. "Maybe you better check later. I do have a great many of them," Helena said seductively.
Myka accepted the chicken piece, and closed her lips quickly around Helena's fingers, until Helena withdrew them.
This was foreplay at its best.
"I don't need to check," Myka said, following the lead and taking a piece of the food on Helena's plate. She brought it up to Helena's mouth and said; "I have an eidetic memory, remember?" Myka grazed Helena's lower lip with the juicy meat before pushing it through. "That's how I knew you set up that device on your desk."
Helena was too busy trying to swallow so she could have more. "What?" she finally asked.
"That contraption on your desk today. It tapped keys, pressed buttons, and hit that gong at the same interval every time. I could tell," Myka said, smugly. "You wouldn't make a very good thief, Mrs. Bering-Wells."
"Oh really?" Helena tried to say, but Myka put another piece of chicken in her mouth as soon as she opened it. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" Helena asked, holding Myka's hand in place and slowly licking her index finger.
In this game of who could escalate the excitement faster, it was an even draw. Myka opened her mouth to retort, but Helena's tongue was circling Myka's digit. "I…am…," Myka finally let out and Helena pulled her finger away and smiled haughtily.
"Yes, you are," Helena smiled, leaning in to kiss Myka. Myka was so good at this that she had not only ignited Helena's desires, but her own were overwhelming her now.
When the kiss broke, Myka thrust her hands out and grabbed Helena's shoulders to hold her there.
"To hell with dinner," Myka blurted out and pushed the dishes out of the way with one fell swoop.
"Myka?" she asked, but it was too late. The Brit found herself pulled out of the chair, and gently lifted by her buttocks until she was sitting on the table. Helena stared at the wanton look in Myka's eyes.
"I want dessert," Myka said, tugging Helena's nightgown up over her head.
"Oh my God," Helena said surrendering, as Myka pulled her closer, devouring her neck, then breasts in kisses that sucked her skin in. Myka let Helena fall back gently as she positioned her for what she really wanted. Helena's abandoned screams would have been heard down the block if it were not for her quick thinking. The Brit shoved the white linen napkin in her own mouth and screamed to her heart's …and other body parts' …content.
In that moment afterwards, Myka realized she knew where the balance was. So turned on by Helena's chivalry, Myka knew Irene's point that day was that if she encouraged it, Helena would swoop in on anyone she deemed needed straightening out. All Myka had to do, she decided, was turn the tables. Or Helena on the table.
When Helena's breathing became less ragged, Myka pulled her up by her arms. It wasn't Myka's usual gentle touch, which surprised Helena.
"You listen to me, Helena Bering-Wells," Myka said, in a tone that was more warning than seemed necessary, yet somehow still exciting to Helena. Myka knew what she was doing.
"Yes?" Helena asked.
"You are mine. If that isn't clear to everyone by now, I will continue to make it so. You're not just my One, Helena. You are my everything," Myka said, her tone laced with defiance.
Helena was speechless; her drained body filled with emotions. Never had anyone made her feel so wanted, so needed, so theirs – as Myka did.
Myka had trumped Helena's protectiveness with her own dose of possessiveness.
And Helena couldn't have been more taken in by it.