Mistletoe (14 page)

“Are you?” Diana said, returning her smile.

“Do you need to ask?”

With a throaty chuckle, Diana answered, “No.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, Jamie studied Diana’s face for a moment. “I have something to say, but I don’t want to scare you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Diana said hesitantly, “Okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Jamie said, “I’m totally in love with you.”

Dimples appeared as Diana slowly leaned forward, and seconds before their lips touched, she whispered, “The feeling is mutual.”

25 years later …

W
hatcha doing?”

Looking up from the toast she was buttering, Jamie said, “I was thinking about bringing someone breakfast in bed, but apparently they didn’t stay put.”

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

“After all these years, I would have thought that you would have gotten used to me getting up early.”

“After all these years, I would have thought
we
wouldn’t have to have this conversation
again
,” Diana said with a grin.

Chuckling, Jamie licked some butter from her fingers. “Good point.”

“I thought so,” Diana replied.

Looking over her shoulder, she listened for a moment to the silence of the house.

“Are we the only ones up?”

“No, there was a mass evacuation just before eight.”

“Why?”

“Lindsay’s doing.”

“Huh?”

Washing her toast down with a gulp of coffee, Jamie asked, “Which one of our children would you say is the most romantic?”

“What?”

“Answer the question.”

“That’s easy. Lindsay, of course, but what does that have to do with them leaving the house so early. Especially today.”

“I think she arranged it so that we’d have some time alone,” Jamie said, snickering. “Apparently our oldest daughter doesn’t think we’re getting any.”

For a split-second, Diana stared back in disbelief, and then her smile grew even wider. “Little does she know.”

“Yes, but I do appreciate the effort,” Jamie said, watching as Diana walked over to the large center island and picked up a piece of toast.

Taking a few bites, she followed it with a gulp of coffee from Jamie’s mug.

Seeing no other food prepared, Diana said, “So your idea of breakfast in bed is toast and coffee? Maybe you should call Lindsay and have her give you a few pointers on romance.”

Laughing, Jamie said, “That’ll be the day.”

Snatching the toast from Diana’s hand, Jamie quickly tossed it in the trash.

Opening the double-door refrigerator, she pulled out a large silver tray holding a bottle of champagne, two chilled crystal flutes, a bowl of strawberries and a single long-stemmed red rose.

Placing it on the kitchen table, she turned around and grinned. “You were saying?”

Diana’s face lit up, and as her eyes filled with tears, Jamie sauntered over and pulled her into her arms. Placing a quick kiss on Diana’s lips, Jamie said, “Happy anniversary, darling.”

“Happy anniversary, Jamie,” Diana said, smiling back. “I love you.”

“I know,” Jamie replied with a cocky smirk. “What’s not to love?”

Rolling her eyes, Diana reached over, picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth. Sighing at the scrumptious flavor, Diana began to reach for another when Jamie grabbed her hand.

“Hey, don’t I get any?”

“Sure,” Diana replied, taking another and quickly eating it. “Have all you want.”

A low growl escaped as Jamie bent down and kissed Diana again, but this time the kiss was anything but quick.

Tender and slow, Jamie explored Diana’s mouth, absorbing the flavors of strawberry, coffee and Diana. Their lips parted and met several times before they finally separated and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“You’re amazing,” Diana said in a whisper, smiling up at her wife.

For a moment, Jamie returned Diana’s look, but then a surge of déjà vu washed over her. Salivating at the memory, she unconsciously licked her lips as she stared hungrily at the woman standing in front of her.

Having been together for over twenty-five years, Diana had grown to recognize all of Jamie’s moods. While she was more than familiar with the look in Jamie’s eyes, there was something else lurking just under the surface, and it was that something else that had Diana worried. With a hint of apprehension, she asked, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Instead of answering the question, Jamie walked back to the center island and went about clearing off the top.

Placing the toaster, butter dish and coffee cup on another counter, she took off her black velour robe and laid it across the green-black granite surface.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Diana asked, walking over to the island.

Wrapping Diana in a bear hug, in a flash, Jamie lifted her and placed her on the counter.

“Jamie, what the fuck—”

“Do you remember our first Christmas? Or should I say, do you remember the first Christmas
morning
we spent together?”

Staring blankly at her wife for a moment, Diana thought about the question, and suddenly her eyes bulged.

“No!” she said, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Jamie asked, wearing her best Cheshire cat grin.

“Because…because we have children,” Diana answered, immediately sighing at her own lame excuse.

“They’re not here, and Lindsay told me not to expect them back until at least two,” Jamie said, loosening the sash on Diana’s robe.

Pushing her hand away, Diana said, “Jamie, you’re out of your mind.”

“Why? Because I want you…like I had you back then.”

“Then let’s go upstairs and you can,” Diana said. “Why use a countertop when we can use a bed?”

Gazing deep into Diana’s eyes, Jamie lowered her mouth and a fraction of a second before placing her lips on Diana’s, she purred, “Because I want something to eat right now…and what better place to eat, than in the kitchen?”

Diana barely had time to inhale before Jamie captured her lips in a heated kiss, and lost in the moment, she opened her mouth and allowed Jamie inside. Tongues swirled and lips savored as they fed on each other’s flavors in a passion-filled kiss, and Diana’s vehement objection about making love atop the kitchen counter was quickly forgotten.

Over the years, they had made love in practically every room in their home, and furniture strong enough to hold their weight had done just that. They had discovered words that could make the other swoon and erogenous zones that could make the other squirm. They had made the most gentlest of love during nights that had turned into days, and in the midst of several heated arguments, they had ended their disagreement in a skirmish of torn clothes, sweat-soaked skin and gasps begging for more. They had fingered, they had tongued, and they had toyed.

It didn’t matter that breasts now drooped a bit when once they were firm.

It didn’t matter that Jamie’s blonde hair had lost some of its sheen, or that Diana’s dark-brown was now highlighted with strands of gray. Laugh lines could easily be seen, and stretch marks would never disappear, but the effects of time had yet to dampen their spirit or desire. Their love was as undeniable as it was insatiable.

They broke out of the kiss panting for air, and as both struggled to refill their lungs, they gazed at each other through eyes now darkened by passion.

Diana knew that she could easily convince Jamie to follow her upstairs to their soft and spacious bed, but suddenly she didn’t want comfort. She wanted raw. She wanted spontaneous and untamed; where their carnal lust would lead them to sweat-soaked bodies and screams born from ecstasy. Never in Diana’s wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would spend the morning of her wedding anniversary on her kitchen counter with Jamie’s head between her legs, but that’s just what was about to happen.

Although neither had ever denied the other anything, it wasn’t until Jamie saw Diana’s infinitesimal nod that she began unbuttoning Diana’s red silk pajama top.

Swallowing hard as the fabric gaped open, Jamie said in a raspy voice, “Lift your hips, darling.”

Seconds later, Diana found herself naked from the waist down, and when Jamie moved nearer, Diana wrapped her legs around the woman’s hips and pulled her close. Their lips met in a hot and hungry kiss, and when the scent of Diana’s desire rose up between their bodies, Jamie’s sex throbbed.

With a groan, Jamie ended the kiss, and gently pushing Diana back until she was lying across the counter, Jamie licked her lips and grabbed the fabric of the black robe under Diana’s body.

Easily sliding her to the edge, she leaned over and began placing the gentlest of kisses across Diana’s belly. Slowly moving her way lower, when she reached the triangle of shortened curls and placed her hands on her wife’s thighs, Diana unabashedly opened her legs.

Jamie’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of Diana’s womanly petals glistening with need. Unable to resist, she ran a finger lightly over the swollen folds, and when she heard Diana moan in response, she leaned over and ran her tongue over her wife’s moist center.

“Oh, God,” Diana said in a breath as she lifted one leg over Jamie’s shoulder.

“Oh…sweetheart, yes.”

Jamie smiled at Diana’s ragged response. Breathing deep the headiness of her wife’s intimate bouquet, she began slowly dragging the tip of her tongue through Diana’s slick, puckered furrows, and quickly lost herself in the intoxicating flavor. Minutes ticked by as Jamie continued to draw her tongue through Diana’s lower lips. Lapping at the earthy nectar as it seeped from her wife’s core, Jamie was relentless in the attention she was giving every crevice as she licked, nuzzled and sucked Diana toward orgasm.

Their lives had just come full circle.

Nearly twenty-six years before, Diana had found herself in the same kitchen, on the same counter and in the same position, and just as she had done back then, she raised her head and looked down just as Jamie looked up. Their eyes met…and the years disappeared.

They were lovers still young in mind and spirit, who yearned for each other just as they had so many years before.

Swallowing hard at the intensity she saw in Jamie’s eyes, Diana propped herself up on her elbows and basked in both the feel and the sight of her wife between her legs. Her jaw fell open as Jamie ran her tongue teasingly through her folds, and sucking in a quick breath, Diana reached down and guided Jamie to where she needed her.

Adoring the silent instruction, Jamie gave Diana what she knew she wanted.

Uncovering her clit, now pearled to perfection, Jamie flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub, and a throaty groan rose in Diana’s throat as her legs shuddered in response.

“Yessss,” Diana hissed, arching up to meet Jamie’s tongue. “Oh, yessss.”

Exquisite sensations were running rampant through Diana’s body as Jamie was slowly and beautifully torturing her to climax. Her arms quivered as she struggled to remain upright, but Jamie was being deliciously relentless, and with her breath now coming in short little bursts, Diana laid back across the counter. Placing her other leg over Jamie’s shoulder, Diana gave in to the inevitable and begged, “Now, Jamie…oh…please…now.”

Well versed in her wife’s needs, Jamie had been waiting for the words to slip from Diana’s lips, and as soon as she heard them, she eased two fingers inside of Diana’s warm center. Filling her completely, Jamie worked her fingers in and out as she continued to dance the tip of her tongue over Diana’s swollen clit. Slithering her left hand up Diana’s sweat-soaked torso, Jamie covered her breast, and as Jamie tweaked the hardened nipple, she felt Diana’s body stiffen with impending release.

Looking up for only a second, Jamie breathed, “Let it go, baby…let it all go.”

Diana’s body was no longer hers.

Jamie had taken it away with touch and taste, and words and whispers…just like she always did. Surrendering herself to the splendor which Jamie had created, Diana sucked in a quick breath, managing to hold it for only a few seconds before her orgasm claimed its victim. Explosions of ecstasy rippled through her body, and crying out, she grabbed fistfuls of Jamie’s robe, arching her body as desire flowed splendid from her core.

As soon as Jamie felt the inner shudders begin, she slowed her fingers.

Remaining inside her wife, she blew softly across Diana’s clit as she continued to tweak and roll Diana’s hardened nipple between her fingers, prolonging the waves crashing over Diana for as long as she could. The sounds of Diana’s husky sighs filled the room, and when Jamie saw the nectar dripping from Diana’s center, she tenderly removed her fingers and began to lick it away. With each stroke of her tongue, Diana trembled and when Jamie felt Diana’s legs go limp, she gently lowered them to the counter and stood straight.

Gently running her hands along Diana’s legs, Jamie waited in silence until Diana opened her eyes, and as they both smiled at the other, Jamie helped her to sit up. “You okay?” she asked, wiping a few strands of hair off Diana’s sweaty forehead.

Taking a deep breath, Diana nodded her head. “I’m wonderful,” she purred, pulling Jamie’s face to hers for a brief, feathery kiss. “I’m absolutely wonderful.”

The pajama top was doing little to hide Diana’s nakedness, and as Jamie took in the view, she said in a low, sexy voice, “You’ll get no argument from me.”

Chuckling at the amorous expression appearing on Jamie’s face again, Diana said, “God, you’re horny this morning.”

“When am I not?”

“True.”

“Do you mind?”

“You know better than to ask that.”

“Well, it’s been a quarter of a century. Just making sure you haven’t changed your mind.”

Reaching down, Diana grabbed the hem of Jamie’s sleeveless white T-shirt and lifted it from her body. Slowly licking her lips at the sight of the full breasts before her, she reached out and cupped one in her hand. Running her finger over the erect tip, she smiled when she heard Jamie’s breathing begin to change.

It was who they were, and it was who they always would be. They would remain forever in lust and forever in love, for theirs was a love that transcended body and mind. Theirs was a love of the soul.