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The day had been rather long and tedious. All the days seemed to be like that lately, blurring into each other and becoming slogs to get through. Michaela had officially begun her duties as the Countess of Kilmartin, having just returned from London with Francesca. Although they weren’t married by law, they were married in their hearts, no longer ashamed of the all-consuming love that they shared. It was just unfortunate that when Michaela had returned with her new wife to their castle she was immediately bombarded with the obligations of her inheritance.
It shouldn’t have been as hard as it was, but with John’s death and Michaela’s initial refusal to accept the title, the estates and their records were nearly in shambles. Essentially, she had a lot of catching up to do.
It had been almost two weeks since she had a moment of peace, and all Michaela wanted to do was lay beside Francesca—her beautiful Francesca—and forget about whatever was going on in the rest of the world. She wanted to put aside the burdens of her inheritance, at least for a little while, and just relax in the arms of the woman she loved.
At certain points during the passing days, Michaela could hear Francesca playing her pianoforte loudly. Sometimes, the songs were angry, other times sad, and other times soft and gentle. Michaela could tell that Francesca was calling out to her, desperately wanting her affections as well. She always expressed all of her big emotions through her music.
For the past two weeks, Michaela would get up at the crack of dawn and begin her work for the day. She would be present at meals, but she would rush her eating so she could go back to her study. Then, in the evenings, she would come to bed late. Francesca would be facing away from her, sound asleep. Or at least Michaela assumed she was asleep. It had been like that since they had returned to Scotland as a couple, and Michaela was starting to burn out from all the stress.
As the countess leaned back in her chair while she sat in her study, she stared at the papers on her desk and sighed. It was the middle of the day, and she had skipped breaking her fast that morning. She was hungry and tired, and she missed Francesca so much. They were in the same house, and yet they felt so far away from one another.
Michaela slowly closed her eyes, and immediately, her mind overflowed with thoughts of Francesca. The smell of her perfume, the softness of her lips, those gorgeous honey-brown locks of hair that cascaded down her back. Francesca, her Francesca.
The door to Michaela’s study burst open, causing her to sit upright and make her heart slam in her chest. Surprisingly, it was Francesca, with her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks a bright strawberry pink. She looked furious and frustrated as she closed the door behind her and briskly walked over to Michaela.
“Frances–”
Their lips were suddenly smashed together as Francesca pulled Michaela by the face to meet hers. Michaela sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes agape as she had never seen such a furious side to Francesca. Sure, Fran had an edge to her that no one else besides Michaela had seen, but this was different. Francesca was driven by pure lust and sexual frustration with a hint of anger. Well, actually, a lot of anger. She was a woman yearning for even the slightest touch of her beloved. What Francesca was feeling wasn’t soft or tender, it was carnal.
Michaela put aside her immediate startled reaction, blinking hard a couple of times before fluttering her eyelids closed as she melted into the kiss. Their breaths were hot, and their hands were wildly grabbing at fabric. Why did they have to wear so much fabric? Francesca gripped Michaela’s waist and hoisted her up, placing her on the desk.
“Mm! But my paperwork!” Michaela gasped.
Francesca huffed and reached out to shove everything off of Michaela’s desk. It would be anger-inducing if it wasn’t so hot. Michaela felt her skin burn at the sight of Francesca doing such a thing. She was so gorgeous as her eyes darkened with desire and her jaw clenched. An exhilarating sight indeed.
“There.” Francesca husked before their lips collided once more.
She stood between Michaela’s legs as her hands slid up her back and began to undo the strings of her dress frantically. Her lips found Michaela’s neck, and instantly, she began placing open-mouthed kisses down the front of her throat. Francesca flicked her tongue, wanting to taste more of Michaela’s skin, wanting to get drunk on her. She took in a deep breath and dipped her tongue into the notch of Michaela’s collarbones.
Michaela arched her back and instinctively spread her thighs open more. Her shoes fell off, tapping the floor in two soft thumps. Her toes curled inside of her sheer black stockings. She could feel Francesca struggling with her dress, something that she hadn’t had a problem with before, until now. Perhaps it was her heightened emotions.
“Francesca, let me help you,” Michaela murmured as she reached back and helped undo her dress.
They both worked together on the dress, but they refused to break the kiss, which ultimately made things much harder. Francesca didn’t want to remove her mouth from Michaela’s body for a single moment. Her fingers pulled on a particular string while her mouth placed searing kisses along Michaela’s jawline. She traced her tongue over the slight curve of her face, and Michaela groaned in response.
“Darling, I think you just retightened it,” Michaela breathed out.
Francesca let out a low growl of frustration, which in turn made Michaela throb. She had been with lots of ladies, but not a single one of them ever made her feel as desirable as Francesca did. Not a single one of them compared to her. Francesca was a work of art, a masterpiece created by the angels, the most magnificent creature to ever exist. She sparked a fire within Michaela that hadn’t gone out since the day they met.
“Ugh, forget the dress,” Francesca said, finally breaking their kiss, much to Michaela’s disappointment.
“We can retire to the bedroom if you’d like,” Michaela suggested, thinking it was the most sensible option.
“No. I need you now .”
Now.
God, the way Francesca said that made Michaela tingle. No more waiting, no more putting off what they wanted. At that moment, they needed each other. It was hunger and thirst, almost animalistic as they were boiled down to their basic instincts.
Francesca got down on her knees and pushed Michaela’s burgundy dress up along with her undergarments. Dress or no dress, Francesca was going to taste her wife and drown in her essence. She tore away Michaela’s stockings, thoughtlessly shredding the thin fabric. The sound made Michaela gasp loudly and caused every nerve ending in her body to pulse. She could feel exactly how soaked she was down between her legs, practically dripping for Francesca.
Soft lips touched her inner thighs, and Michaela’s hips bucked ever so slightly. Her thigh muscles flexed with each kiss, lick, and nip placed upon her skin. She remembered their first time together, Francesca being very eager but also confused about how to please a woman. By their second time, she had gained more confidence. And by the third, well, they had finally found their stride.
Francesca’s lips grazed the wet line at Michaela’s center, causing Michaela to slip out a soft ‘Oh.’ Francesca then pressed her fingers in, gently stroking between Michaela’s folds, playing with her slickness. All Michaela could see when she looked down was a rounded lump moving beneath the fabric of her dress.
Francesca brought her fingers together, applying some pressure to Michaela’s clit. Michaela jerked again, thrusting her thighs apart even wider and tipping her head back. Francesca parted her digits once more, pushing Michaela’s lips open so she was fully on display. Although it was sort of hard to see under the ocean of dark fabric, Francesca knew exactly what she was doing.
“You are so wet darling,” Francesca whispered as her lips brushed against Michaela’s clit.
“Francesca… do not tease me now,” Michaela whined. “Not when you are finally– ah!”
Francesca cut her off by flicking her tongue against the swollen nub directly in front of her. The action was soft as she let herself get a taste of Michaela’s pussy. The flavor was the most delectable thing she had ever known in all of her life. There was no fruit more sweet or pastry more addictive. The wet heat between Michaela’s thighs, at the very center of her being, was what Francesca found to be the most irresistible thing she had ever had the pleasure of putting in her mouth.
She dipped her tongue into Michaela’s entrance, huffing as her tongue was coated in the delicious tang of her wife’s arousal. She did her best, tilting her head to the side slightly to get her tongue in as deep as it could go.
“My love… fuck, that’s good,” Michaela moaned. She leaned back on her forearms, pressing them against the sleek top of her mahogany desk. Her eyes widened as Francesca put her legs over her shoulders and then wrapped her arms around them. The words that came out of Michaela only spurred Francesca on. She had to admit, she liked it when she was praised. She liked it when she gave Michaela her very best and was rewarded with the sounds of her enjoyment.
Francesca thrust her tongue in deeper and pressed her nose against Michaela’s clit. She shook her head vigorously, sending waves of pleasure throughout Michaela’s entire body. She dug her nails into Michaela’s thighs, leaving behind half-crescent imprints in her flesh. It was rough, but not rough enough to break her skin.
Michaela shuddered and kept moaning out the most precious word that she had ever spoken in her life. “Francesca, Francesca, Francesca.”
In Francesca’s mind, she had always thought that nothing could ever sound more beautiful than the pianoforte. But from the moment she and Michaela lied together, she had been proven wrong. No other sound on this earth could compare to Michaela Stirling calling out her name. She wanted to hear more of Michaela’s symphony, more of the most glorious music she had ever heard.
Michaela gasped and grabbed the top of Francesca’s head, but mostly gripping onto her dress. Francesca had started to pay close attention to her clit, suctioning her mouth around it in the way that she adored. She alternated between flicking her tongue and sucking, getting into a certain rhythm. Michaela started to roll her hips, wanting to get more friction on that velvety soft tongue.
“F-Francesca,” Michaela stuttered. “Oh God! Continue like that!”
Francesca nodded and kept doing so. She wanted this woman so badly that she would lay awake at night these past two weeks in agony, wanting nothing more than to dine on her beloved for as long as possible. She understood what kind of pressure Michaela was under, and she did not want to add to the stress. But today, as she slammed on the keys of her pianoforte, she grew more agitated than ever. There was an itch, and she was so desperate to scratch it.
It wasn’t that she planned to just take her like this. Francesca was just going to talk to Michaela about the matter. The thing was, when she saw Michaela sitting there, radiant and beautiful like the sun in the sky, her entire body felt like it was scorching all of a sudden. All rationality evaporated, leaving her with only one thing on her mind: she wanted Michaela. That tended to be the immediate reaction whenever she saw her, especially when they had met for the first time.
So that is how she ended up on her knees, holding onto Michaela’s twitching thighs, ferociously eating her cunt like she was starving and this was the first meal she’s had in days.
“So close!” Michaela cried out. She reached down to the edge of the desk and gripped it so tightly that her arms were practically vibrating. The steady flame in the pit of her stomach was raging now, shooting crackling sparks in every direction and making her jerk each time the sensation occurred.
Francesca delved in even more, licking aggressively, working with Michaela’s hip thrusts to get her to her peak. The wet noises from their sex mixed in with Michaela’s desperate whimpers and Francesca’s heavy grunts, creating that song that Francesca loved so much. The song that made her heart soar. It was the two of them together, working in tandem to create what can only be described as rapturous harmony.
Michaela’s back arched off the desk, and her hands let go of the edge and grabbed onto her dress once more. She screwed her eyes shut, and everything that had been building up inside of her finally hit a certain point. All the light went out behind her eyelids, and everything went dark for a split second–
and then…
“Fuck yes! Francesca! My Francesca!” Michaela screamed out.
The infinite void behind her eyes exploded with a kaleidoscope of glowing fractals. Vibrant colors consumed her soul in a flurry, wrapping her up in their beauty and taking her to that realm of pleasure that only Francesca had ever been able to guide her to.
Francesca gulped back the rush of slick and saliva overflowing in her mouth. Her grip on Michaela’s legs got tighter as she tried to keep her in place while she continued. She knew Michaela liked to be fucked through her orgasms, so Francesca kept sucking and licking. She drank up everything that Michaela gave her, knowing that her thirst could never fully be quenched. She always wanted more, always craved her, even when she had been given an orgasm to feast upon.
After Michaela’s body started to melt into a relaxed state, Francesca lifted her head from beneath her dress. Her entire face from the middle of her nose down was covered in the glossy sheen of the results of what had just transpired. She was panting, and her face was flushed while she struggled to stand up. She leaned over Michaela and put her hands next to her face. Michaela was always beautiful, but Francesca thought she looked her best in the afterglow of sex.
Michaela slowly opened her eyes as she continued to try to catch her breath. There Francesca was, looking down on her like a goddess, her always neat, soft brown hair now a disaster in the best way. Michaela extended one of her trembling arms out to caresse Faranceca’s swollen red bottom lip with two of her fingers.
“What a mouth,” she mumbled, still in a breathless daze.
Francesca’s lips parted, and she languidly began to suck on Michaela’s fingers. That tongue and that fire in her eyes... Michaela instantly sat up, not caring about the fact that she still felt light-headed, and kissed Francesca hard. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, and Michaela could taste herself in Francesca’s mouth. She didn’t care that Francesca’s face was still wet, if anything, it made her that much more arousing.
Michaela started pulling up the skirts of Francesca's dress and slid her hand up, brushing her fingers over the soft patch of hair down there. There was a jolt, and out of nowhere, Michaela found herself being yanked to the floor. Francesca’s knees had buckled beneath her, giving out as Michaela’s fingers explored her.
Francesca was stunned for a moment, but she managed to regain control of her body. She hooked a leg around Michaela’s waist and grabbed her shoulders, switching their positions. Michaela was quickly pushed on her back, her palm up pressing against Francesca’s wetness. Even when she was being serviced, Francesca liked to be on top.
“I’m going to ride your fingers,” Francesca rasped, telling Michaela exactly what she wanted.
Michaela nodded, and her eyes were filled with admiration. She curved her fingers up, gliding them over Francesca’s folds as they gazed into the depths of each other’s souls. Francesca’s eyelids grew heavy as Michaela’s fingers traced around her entrance, asking for entry into the most sacred part of her wife’s body. Francesca nodded and licked her lips, ready to finally have her turn.
Michaela pushed her long, lovely fingers into Francesca’s throbbing cunt, getting completely enveloped by the wet heat. Michaela could only see her arm up until the point where it disappeared beneath the light blue silk of Francesca’s dress. The both of them knew each other’s bodies well enough that they could probably do the act blindfolded. She made a mental note to suggest that at some point. For now, her focus was on Francesca being wrapped around her fingers, sitting in the palm of her hand.
Francesca bit her lip and closed her eyes as she lifted herself up. Then, in a harsh motion, she slammed her hips down. She threw her head back, and her walls tightened around Michaela’s fingers.
“Finally, ” Francesca groaned loudly.
She rolled her hips, wanting to get a specific angle. Michaela knew exactly what Francesca wanted and helped by moving her fingers, curling them inward somewhat. Francesca got tight all of a sudden and gasped so hard it sounded like she might fall unconscious.
“There?” Michaela asked for confirmation.
“Yes! Right there!” Francesca moaned.
And from that point on, there was no more easing into it. Francesca rode Michaela’s fingers with a fervor that even stunned Michaela herself. She kind of wanted to tell Francesca to slow down, but seeing her so needy yet dominant at the same time was intoxicating. So she just laid back and watched as Francesca fucked herself on her fingers, leaning down a little bit so she could get some pressure applied to her clit on the rounded base of Michaela’s hand, right below her thumb.
“I’ve ugh – missed you so much!” Francesca moaned as she rolled her hips back and forth hard. She threw her head back, and a loud cry of ecstasy tore its way out of her throat.
“Me or my hand?” Michaela asked.
“Oh, darling, you do not want to hear the answer to that.” Even while nearing an orgasm, Francesca was still as playful as ever. Michaela laughed, and so did Francesca.
She nearly fell forward, but she caught herself by clutching Michaela’s shoulders tightly. Her walls were fluttering, clenching and unclenching rapidly, with erratic, hard jolts occurring in her quivering lower stomach. Her climax was unbelievably close, reaching out to hold her in its catastrophic embrace. Her skin glistened in the sunlight streaming in from the windows, making her sparkle.
Michaela sat up, and Francesca threw her arms around her neck. She lifted her hips and continued to go up and down on her wife’s incredible fingers. Michaela started to slam up when Francesca would slam down, meeting her at her deepest point and curving her digits in to hit that sweet spot.
“I’m… gonna…” Francesca didn’t even finish her sentence as she clawed at Michaela’s shoulder blades, making the woman sitting beneath her hiss. The swirl of heat pooling in Francesca burst and drenched Michaela’s hand, soaking her fist completely. Francesca's eyes rolled back as she suddenly went limp, letting Michaela fuck her senseless.
“There you go… there you go…” Michaela purred as her disengaged hand stroked the back of Francesca’s head, soothing her as she squirted all over the both of them.
Tears streamed down Francesca’s face as she climaxed, and she swore she could see Heaven as she shut her eyes. It was a blinding white light with golden hues that wrapped around her mind and trickled down her spine and stomach, all accumulating in the eruption of her cunt. Her dress was most definitely ruined, but she didn’t give a damn.
“A moment… please Michaela,” Francesca begged when she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted more. God, she wanted so much more, but she needed her body to relax before she could go again.
Michaela stopped what she was doing and laid down on the floor of her study with Francesca in her arms. Their breathing was quick and unsynchronized; their minds were scattered like the papers that had been strewn about the floor. They were both exhausted at the moment, but nowhere near done. And if they were going to continue, then Michaela wanted it to be with a lot less clothing on.
She stood up, her legs still trembling, and reached down to grab Francesca so she could carry her bridal style to the bedroom. Francesca repeatedly murmured the phrase ‘I love you’ to Michaela as she started kissing her neck, praising her for getting her to such an intense climax. Her mouth pressed against Michaela’s rapid pulse, and Francesca hummed at the soft thump, thump, thump on her lips.
Michaela moaned and tilted her head to the side to give Francesca more access to the area. Damn to her duties, her wife was more important.
…
Michaela ran her fingers up and down Francesca’s bare back, tracing along the delicate curve of her spine. Francesca sighed and rested her chin on her hands as they rested on Michaela’s sternum.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you tell me that you wanted to make love that badly?” Michaela asked, her voice as smooth as satin.
Francesca shrugged and averted her gaze. “I did not want to add more onto your plate and cause you stress.”
“My darling–” Michaela tucked a piece of hair behind Francesca’s ear, making Francesca look into her eyes–“You are the sparkling light of my life. If you need anything, then I want to know.” Her hand opened up, and she caressed Francesca’s prominent cheekbone with her thumb.
Francesca leaned into Michaela’s touch as her face was cupped. “This was supposed to be our honeymoon, in a way. I know that we are not legally wed, but this should be our time to spend together. I suppose I feel selfish for even suggesting such a thing, considering how I was the one who urged you to accept the title of Countess.”
That was the thing about Francesca; she always seemed to put herself second. Possibly the result of growing up in such a loud and crowded environment. It must come naturally for her to want to fade into the background.
Michaela loved the Bridgertons, and she loved how accepting they were of her union with Francesca, even throwing them a small ceremony before they left London. However, she understood that Francesca was not like them in a certain sense. She was different, but not in a bad way, not at all.
“My Francesca, you are not a chore or a burden to me. If you want me, then just ask. Or simply take me as you did earlier today.” A mischievous smirk grew on Michaela’s face. “Because I must say, seeing you take charge like that was incredibly attractive. I wouldn’t mind more of that.”
Francesca flicked her eyebrows up and leaned in close to kiss Michaela gently. Finally, they were both at ease, lying completely bare together as newlyweds.
“So what else wouldn’t you mind from me, hm ?” Francesca teased.
Michaela’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Well, I did have this one idea come to mind earlier…”