Dark Ocean

Part 9

Juliana’s hand is warm on her cheek, almost feverish, its heat seeming to spread throughout her entire quivering body. Their lips slide together and it’s so gentle and soft and yearning and heart-wrenchingly tender that it makes Valentina want to cry.

She squeezes her eyes shut harder and absorbs as many sensations as she can, trying to imprint every last one on her mind to remember always.

The softness and warmth of Juliana’s skin beneath her palms is a feeling she never wants to forget; how unbelievably good it feels to be able to hold her and to feel those warm and soft lips against her own.

But it’s just a kiss, right? Then why does it shake her to the very soul of her being? It doesn’t make any sense, because she’d been kissed before. After all, she and Lucho had been together for years, so of course she’d experienced a great many kisses.

And yet, nothing, absolutely nothing in her previous experience had prepared her for the magnitude of her own pleasure, as if what she’d experienced before were not kisses, but fumbling attempts at kisses.

She doesn’t know how to deal with the explosion of sensations throughout her entire body; the aching heat coiling deep inside her, the dizzying sense of urgency, and the almost primal need to lose herself inside of Juliana. To feel her without censure, to experience the undeniable heat and passion that flares between them.

These new, intense and all-consuming feelings scare the hell out of her. Juliana’s closeness feels intoxicating; the mere sight of her sets off butterflies in her stomach. Valentina’s body seems to crave her, desperately, almost like a hunger.

And she knows, she just knows, it’s not only a kiss. It’s so much more and she feels it everywhere; her heart nearly jumps out of her chest with how fast it’s beating.

They don’t drag their mouths away from one another, each kiss melding into the next, while Juliana’s warm and gentle hand moves over her back, feeling like velvet on her skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

She’s still nervous, but only a little. This is connecting with Juliana on a whole different level, and she’s letting her do this. Juliana’s here, willing and quietly eager, and Valentina almost doesn’t know how to handle this precious gift.

All her senses are hyperaware and Juliana’s lips are warm and so very soft against her own. There’s a spark running between them everywhere they touch, skin on skin. It all feels surreal and right and a lot and Valentina never wants it to stop.

She presses closer to the girl, closer, until there’s not an inch left between them, but it still feels like it isn’t close enough. She wants to feel Juliana, all of her, fully, with all of herself. She craves her touch and touching her return.

Her hand moves from the back of Juliana’s neck to cup her cheek and she gently pulls Juliana’s bottom lip between hers. She sucks on it lightly and Valentina doesn’t anticipate the reaction it stirs inside her; a sudden passion she doesn’t recognize. Because Juliana is making the smallest, most precious noise in the world and Valentina doesn’t know how to handle it.

Their lips part for half a moment, a shivery breath escaping Valentina’s parted lips, before she leans in again, aiming for that bottom lip again.

Juliana kisses back harder every time Valentina presses forward, and she can’t stop herself when she gently swipes the tip of her tongue across Juliana’s lower lip, silently seeking entrance.