“Oh…” She moaned, her body tensing. Jos did not stop. Everything seemed focused on that one point of sensation between her legs. And then the wave broke, crashing over her with a release of the tension and a flood of pleasure. She cried out with the unfamiliarity, with the pleasure and the intensity, trying simultaneously to push Jos away and pull her closer, her hips jerking against Jos as she closed her eyes, her head tilting back against the pillow, and the wave broke again.
Eventually, Jos pulled away with a soft kiss. She sat at the end of the bed, looking at Evelyn with pleasure in her eyes. Evelyn, breathless and sweating, looked at her through a haze, speechless. What did one say at such a time? She could not begin to articulate what had just happened.
“Jos,” she said at last, reaching out a hand and taking Jos’s fingers in hers. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never—”
“Hush, Evie, you don’t need to say anything.” Jos leaned forward to stroke Evelyn’s hair. “You know, it’s been referred to as la petite mort, reaching one’s climax.”
“The little death?” Evelyn said, still breathless. “I can see why. I didn’t know—” Evelyn could scarce believe it had been possible for her to feel this way all along and she’d never known it was possible. Might never have known.
Jos smiled. “I know. But now you do.”
“I feel a little embarrassed.” Evelyn wasn’t sure if embarrassed was the correct word.
Jos slid up the bed to lie by her side, half covering her body with her own. “Don’t be embarrassed, Evie. That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever bloody seen.”
Evelyn heard real emotion in Jos’s tone and barely noticed the profanity. She wrapped an arm around Jos and held her close. Now the burning desire was released, she felt just as strong a need to be close to Jos. They lay still and silent for some time, just together. Then something occurred to Evelyn. “Isn’t it supposed to happen for both of us?”
Jos turned her face to look at Evelyn properly. “What?”
“The little death.”
Now Jos grinned. “Well, there aren’t any rules, like I said. Nothing’s supposed to happen. But it can be nice if it happens for me too.”
Evelyn suddenly felt her inexperience again. “But I don’t know how—”
“I wouldn’t expect you to, Evie. And I don’t need you to. But if you touch me, and watch me, I can get myself there. If you would like?”
The idea of watching Jos do something so intimate was very compelling. Evelyn felt the heat stirring low in her body again. “Of course,” she said. “Show me how.”
Evelyn watched as Jos, her back propped against the white pillows, spread her legs very slowly. Her hand travelled up the inside of her thigh, her finger pressing into the dark curls of hair at the top. Jos looked nothing like those oddly coloured diagrams in Ideal Marriage and suddenly that book seemed ludicrous. This was something so very different to what it described and yet Evelyn could not feel as though there was anything wrong or perverse in this moment. It was glorious.
Jos used one hand to spread herself, while her other teased her pink flesh. Evelyn watched, captivated, aroused and yet uncertain. How could she help Jos feel the same pleasure she had just experienced? Jos’s eyes were on Evelyn’s face. Evelyn looked into her eyes then slid her gaze lower, over her firm breasts and back to where her hands worked. She was struck once more with how beautiful Jos was. Evelyn was fairly sure she could gaze at Jos’s body forever, felt privileged to have the chance to do so. But she did not just want to watch. Her fingers tingled and twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her.
As if she knew, Jos gestured with her head that Evelyn should come closer. “Come near to me, Evie.” Evelyn crawled up the bed to be close to Jos, their legs touching. “Do you want to touch me?” she said. Evelyn could hear the arousal in her voice, a tone deeper than usual.
“Yes, oh yes, I do,” Evelyn breathed.
Jos reached out and took her hand. Gently, she pressed Evelyn’s hand to her breast, as her other hand continued to move on her sex. Evelyn felt the soft give of Jos’s breast, felt her nipple harden under the touch. She squeezed gently, enjoying the sensation. Jos moved her free hand to her other breast, gently pinching and stroking her nipple. Taking the hint, Evelyn did the same with her own fingers, drawing a groan of pleasure from Jos.
Now Jos took her hand and moved it lower. Evelyn breathed harder, felt Jos’s smooth skin beneath her fingers as she trailed them over Jos’s slightly curved stomach, to the curly mound below, and further still. She could feel the moving of Jos’s fingers, feel a moist heat, and nearly stopped breathing as she felt Jos’s silky flesh beneath her fingertips.
Jos felt a shudder of pleasure pass through her as Evelyn’s fingers made contact. God, but she wanted Evelyn to touch her. She’d never slept with someone as inexperienced as Evelyn before, but it was oddly pleasurable to be patient, take things slowly, watch Evelyn discovering everything for the first time. Her own first time was so long ago, she barely remembered what it was like now. Yet somehow, with Evelyn, the sensations felt different, renewed and more exciting. She was getting close now, as she rubbed herself under Evelyn’s gaze, holding
