This chapter picks up a few months after the previous one, with the MC visiting Montana again over Christmas. To read all the non-sexy stuff in-between and after, check out the full version later on.
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The main house had been incomplete when I was here over the summer. Now, Elena gave me a proud tour. We weren't ready to sit down together, to break the touch barrier, to address the almost-bursting dam between us.
I marveled at the transformation that had taken place since my last visit. The once incomplete and rough-around-the-edges structure had been lovingly transformed into a warm and inviting home. As we walked through the rooms, Elena's eyes sparkled with pride, and she couldn't help but share the story behind each meticulous restoration and modern touch.
The hardwood floors had been painstakingly refinished, restoring their natural beauty while preserving the character that came with age. The chandeliers, some of which were original fixtures, had been carefully cleaned and rewired, casting a soft glow that added an enchanting atmosphere to the communal rooms. The small details, like the intricate woodwork on the banisters and carefully chosen vintage furnishings, had been given equal care, blending seamlessly with the modern touches.
Elena's eyes shone with passion as she explained how she had meticulously sourced each piece, seeking to preserve the home's rustic history while infusing it with her unique style. The walls, once bare and weathered, now bore vibrant colors that complemented the natural surroundings. Grassy greens, water blues, wildflower yellows and burgundies. The rooms were adorned with contemporary art pieces, some collected and some her own.
We eventually made our way to the heart of the house--the spacious kitchen where we'd first spoken and connected. She had a pot of water already boiling on the stove; Mom had probably called ahead of me like the scamp she'd become in the autumn of her life.
"This place is stunning, Elena," I said, genuinely impressed and wanting her to know it. "It's like stepping into your own little lesbian fairytale."
She blushed slightly at the compliment, her cheeks tinged with a warm hue. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft. "This house has always held a special place in my heart, and I wanted to honor its past while creating a space that feels like home to me."
"Well, you've certainly succeeded," I said, smiling at her. "It's a testament to your creativity and dedication. Only a few months and you've made something...truly special."
We paused while she poured each of us a mug. I picked out one of her loose-leaf teas that she put in its own strainer. We sat by the breakfast nook. Elena tied the curtains aside so we could watch the snow, which was picking up. I imagined Mom and the girls out on the lake, catching snowflakes on their tongues.
A few sips into the mug, Elena's eyes traveled back to my face. "I'm glad you came back."
"Me too."
Our eyes locked.
I laughed, "Why did you even bother pouring us tea when we both know that as soon as someone makes a move we're going to have sex again?"
That was it.
Elena stood up, walked around the booth, and cupped my face in her hands. Her lips were tender and gentle against mine, like a feather's touch, yet the contact sent an electric jolt through every fiber of my being. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying all the emotions we had kept hidden during our time apart.
As we leaned into each other, our bodies found a natural rhythm that brought us closer. The warmth of her touch and the sweetness of her breath mingled with my own. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the soft thud of hers echoing against mine. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. We were trying to make up for all the moments we had missed.
Our hands explored each other's bodies with a newfound urgency. I couldn't get enough of her. Her fingers traced the curve of my jaw, while mine tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer. The desire that had simmered between us for so long now ignited into a fierce flame, consuming us both. The soft moans that escaped our lips blended into a symphony of longing and pleasure.
When we finally broke apart, our foreheads still touching, we both struggled to catch our breath. Our eyes locked, and I saw a mirrored reflection of the depth of our emotions--love, passion, and a newfound sense of completeness.
Her eyes dug into mine. "Should we bring this upstairs? The California king arrived a few weeks ago and I haven't wanted anyone else to christen it with."
"Let me eat you out by the fireplace," I said, almost pleading. "That's all I can think about. I've wanted to just...just devour you...for months now."
She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. Her gaze left mine and, instead, traveled over my body. Even covered up by a sweater and jeans, she wanted me. "Christ, you're sexy."