Part 6

Katia N. Ruiz

Copyright 2000

Disclaimers: See Part 1


She walked the halls back and forth frantically, unaware of the other people around her, her cushioned feet silent on the floor. The hospital provided her with foam sandals. She had forgotten all about shoes and coat when the reality of Terri's pain hit her dead center in her chest.

Nerves and fear were making her sweat profusely, her hair matted to her wet forehead; her breathing quickened and grew shallow. She had just called Victoria, who promised to call her parents for her.

The walls of the Saint John's Hospital's maternity ward waiting area, right outside the operating rooms, were a bright white decorated with pretty pictures of cartoon babies riding cars and planes and other assorted items. Noemí didn't notice their beauty as she paced all over the waiting area.

Travis had left her there after having a crew retrieve the by then screaming Terri from Noemí's arms. He had assured her he would be back as soon as he got her settled. Noemí's palms were sweaty and she couldn't shake the thought that she could loose Terri. Not like Amelia, please, God, don't take her away like Amelia! Noemí thought frantically, images of Amelia's lifeless eyes staring at her in the near darkness of her car flashing behind her eyes. "Oh, God!" Anxiety took a hold of her heart, and squeezed tight; she felt as if a black blanket had suddenly covered her eyes and her legs go from underneath her.

Someone touched her arm, and she pulled away, bracing her back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. Her eyes were unfocused, and dizziness threatened to take her consciousness away again. "Noemí," the voice whispered close to her ear with such tender care, that she tried to focus her eyes again. "Come on, girl, take a slow breath! Relax, you're hyperventilating, relax. It's just an anxiety attack." She felt gentle hands grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her softly, and she closed her eyes, following the gentle voice's instruction.

She opened her eyes, able to breathe better now, and she could now see Travis looking down at her with a kind expression. He helped her back up, and she saw that the other people in the room were looking at her with a mix of concern and relief. She grasped his arms, and shook him. "How is she? Tell me!" She demanded, noticing the nurse standing just behind him. "Oh God, Travis, please," She cried out, her legs weakening again. "Please, tell me she's not dead! I can't loose her, Travis, don't do this to me!" She began to sob, and barely heard him telling her to get a grip on herself, or he wouldn't tell her anything. "Tell me!"

"It's going to be a difficult birth, the baby is coming legs first. Breach." He explained to her softly as he helped her back to her feet. "I will have to perform a Caesarian on her-"

Noemí clutched his arms with frantic hands. "I can't loose her, Travis. Help her, save her. Please!" She begged him, tears in her eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her. "It is much easier than regular birth, Noemí." He said soothingly, and gestured to the nurse, who moved forward. "Give her a tranquilizer, Nicole-"

"No!" Noemí protested, and moved away from him. "I want to be aware of when the baby is born." Her knees wobbled and she found a seat, looking up at him, trying to appear calm. "Please."

Travis looked down at her for a long time, and nodding, turned away, signaling the nurse to follow him. Noemí sighed with relief, and remained sitting, hands clasped together tightly, waiting for her parents to arrive. Her mind kept mercilessly flashing memories of that accident that had taken away so much from her, and she kept trying to dodge them, trying to remain in reality. By the time Victoria arrived with Natalie and Thomas, her breathing had grown shallow again, her eyes wide. Her mother took her in her arms, and she cried again. "I can't loose her, mom, I can't!" She sobbed, and clutched her mother in an embrace full of fear. "It can't happen again!"

Thomas sat at her other side, and wrapped his arms around both her and Natalie; Victoria knelt in front of her and kneaded her leg gently. "Try to calm down and tell us what is going on." She said softly, and Noemí told them what Travis told her, taking longer in her nervousness. "Okay, just relax. Times have changed, women don't usually die from Caesarians, okay?" Victoria comforted her.

Thomas and Natalie muttered their agreement.

It didn't appease Noemí. "Her mother died like that when Terri was born, she couldn't give birth to her the regular way, and she died before they could do anything to save her, she was so small like Terri!" She gasped with tears. "They even lost a few that way, in her family... Oh my God, what if she dies, Vicki? What if she dies, what will I do? I love her Vicki, I never told her because I never knew. Now I know I love her!" She sobbed into her mother's shoulder, clutching her tightly, and Victoria tried to appease her with gentle words; it was all to no avail.

Natalie's eyes watered with sympathy.

Travis emerged almost four hours later, already scrubbed clean. There was a smile on his handsome face, and he went directly to Noemí, who sat rocking silently in a chair between her parents. Victoria leaned against a wall to one side, talking quietly with Michaela. Kneeling in front of Noemí, Travis took her hand, squeezing softly. "Want to see her?" He asked gently when Noemí's eyes focused on him.

She stood shakily, not saying a word, and allowed him to lead her away from her friends and parents.

Terri looked so small underneath the hospital covers; the IV connected to her left arm dripped slowly, the thin oxygen tubes inserted into her nostrils made her look so sick. Seeing the frightened look in Noemí's eyes as she stopped dead a few feet away from Terri, he explained gently: "She was in surgery, honey. The IV and the oxygen mean nothing, she'll be okay." Travis left her quietly.

Noemí walked cautiously up to the bed, looking at her, taking in the difference in her stomach, much flatter now, almost non-existent. She took her small hand cautiously, which lay limply over her stomach, and caressed the back gently with her thumb. Terri moaned softly with pain, and her eyes flickered open, her head lolled to one side as she looked around. Then her beautiful eyes focused on Noemí, and a slow smile curved her lips. "Hi." She whispered sleepily, meeting Noemí's eyes; Noemí couldn't help the fear that still gripped her heart.

"Hi." Her voice was hoarse; it shook, full of fear. She touched her hair, which felt full and looked shiny around her head. Terri's skin looked a little pale, but she seemed healthier.

"Were you crying, Noemí?" Terri asked gently, and lifted her hand from Noemí's to touch her noble cheek tenderly. "Don't cry, I'm fine, I mean it. You don't need to be afraid."

Reassured by her words, Noemí knelt beside the bed and buried her face into Terri's neck, inhaling deeply. "I didn't want to loose you, Terri. I love you." She whispered softly.

Terri's eyes were full of tears when Noemí met her eyes. "That's a good thing to know," She whispered, confused by the strong emotion those three words made her feel. "I'm confused, Noemí. You've done something to me..." She said softly.

Noemí nodded and touched her lips to Terri's forehead, then kissed her way softly down to her cheeks. "What about the baby?" She asked against her skin.

"Bigger than life and beautiful." Terri said softly, touching her hand to Noemí's face again. "A girl and she has your mother's eyes, I think; I hope they stay like that. But even better would be if she had your eyes." She paused and met Noemí's eyes with a soft smile. "Her name is Noemí Imogene; my mother's name was Imogene. But I want her to be called Noemí too, like you."

Noemí's eyes filled with tears again. Finally, she managed: "Oh, Terri!" And cried into her shoulder, her shoulders shaking with soft sobs. She felt Terri's gentle hand on the back of her head, holding her close and comforting her. "I was so afraid it would happen again, that somebody I love would die. I'm still so afraid."

Terri clutched Noemí's hair softly, and pulled her face back to meet her eyes. "Stop it, Noemí. I'm right here, okay?" She said softly, and pulled her head down again. After a long time, Noemí pressing her face against her shoulder, her arm thrown carefully over her upper stomach, Terri asked gently: "Have you seen her?"

Noemí pulled back to look at her and shook her head. "I had to see you first." She responded. "You saw her, you said?"

Terri's eyes twinkled with the love of a new mother. "Yes, only for a few seconds, I wasn't in the best condition." She whispered. "But when I saw her she was purplish and crying herself red!" She laughed softly, and broke off into a groan of pain. Noemí held her hand until she relaxed, and kissed her forehead again. "Go see the baby, honey." Terri said very softly, and Noemí felt comforted by her sweet tone. "Go see her, and come back and tell me."

Noemí left the room, and went to the nurses' station. "Excuse me, where can I view the babies?" She asked, and the nurse, with barely a glance at her, directed her down a long hall. Noemí walked down, until she could see to the right side, the windows to the maternity room. There were beautiful babies, many crying healthily and flushing, all together in six rows of cradles and four down from the front. Noemí searched with her eyes, and found little Noemí almost at the front, under Bledsoe-Leone. Surprised by the combination of both names, she soon forgot about it as her sight fell on the most beautiful creation in the universe.

There, all eighteen inches of little pink flesh, staring up at the ceiling with beautiful green-blue eyes and sucking healthily at a pacifier, lay little Noemí, wrapped up in a pink bundle. Her baby cheeks flushed pink, her almost non-existent eyebrows were shaped like almost all members of the Leone family have, the imperfection of the arched left eyebrow leaving no doubt. Her surprisingly thick hair was an auburn shade, sticking up adorably from the top of her head; a little part on the right side of her head, sending most of it sideways. A tender smile crossed Noemí's face as she fell in love all over again with Terri's daughter, little Noemí, her young namesake; she had been in love with the child since she'd first pressed her face against Terri's stomach. There was no doubt in Noemí's mind that she was a Leone, though for a long time there hadn't been any.

She spun around as she heard her name being called softly. It was Victoria, standing a few feet away with Michaela and her parents. She beckoned them forward, and as they flanked around her, she pointed little Noemí out. "Her name is Noemí, Terri named her after me." She said softly, her voice full of emotion and pride. "Isn't she perfect?"

Thomas and Natalie were crying softly, gazing at the beautiful child and holding each other. Victoria and Michaela were murmuring softly, awe in their voices.

Natalie gasped softly, pointing at her with thin manicured fingers. "Oh, look, Thomas, she has your eyebrows! Her eyes, they're so much like mine." She was saying in wonder. "But that can change, Noemí's eyes were like mine when she was born. And," Her voice took on a teasing tone. "I don't know, but your blood takes more precedence in our children than mine. Look how they are so much like you and resemble you so much."

Thomas chuckled softly, and he held Natalie tighter to him. "We have a granddaughter, Natalie." He whispered in wonderment, gazing at the child once more. "We're grandparents, now, and I feel wonderful."

Noemí's eyes were glued to that child, and a soft smile touched her face as she gazed at her, palms flat against the glass. "She's perfect." She said softly, and tears filled her eyes. She felt Victoria's arms wrap around her and pulled her close tenderly, and she turned and buried her head against her shoulder. "She's so beautiful." She lifted her head and looked at the baby again. "Let's go see Terri." She said softly and walked away, an arm around Victoria's shoulders.

Terri's eyes were open, and she smiled as they all shuffled quietly into the room. She reached for Noemí's hand, and was gratified to feel her long fingers slip into her grasp. She smiled at the others, and looked back at Noemí. "Did you see her?" She asked softly.

Noemí nodded, and looked into her eyes. "She is amazingly perfect, and so beautiful." She whispered, and kissed Terri's hand gently. "Like her mother."

Terri smiled at her, and found that she couldn't look away from Noemí's eyes. "Tell me about her eyes." She said.

"They are like mom's, green, but mom thinks they'll change and become like mine. Because I was born that way, with my eyes almost like hers, but they changed." Noemí said softly against the back of her hand, her eyes closing in concentration at the feel of Terri's hand.

"Her hair," Terri said softly, wrinkling her nose softly. "I couldn't tell her hair color, she was so dirty."

"Her hair has an auburn color and it sticks upwards, and it looks so soft." Noemí's eyes twinkled with tenderness. "I love her."

Terri's eyes met hers, and she pulled Noemí's hand to kiss it softly. "I'm glad, because she'll love you too."


        Terri sat by the window, resting a little; the stitches on her abdomen already itched her in their healing. She smiled softly at the sight in front her on the couch. Lying on her back with long muscular legs crossed comfortably and eyes closed in sleep, was Noemí, with little Noemí face down over her chest, sleeping also. They were breathing softly and evenly, Terri could see her baby's body rise and fall softly with every breath Noemí took, her tiny stomach contracted and expanded slightly as she breathed softly. Terri had just breastfed her, with Noemí watching as if to learn from her actions. Their eyes met from time to time, and Terri thought she could feel the heat of her gaze, her body responding with a quivering of its own.

        Noemí had taken to the baby, and the baby to her. In the middle of the night, when she woke and cried, when Terri could not get up that easily and even now that she could, Noemí would get up from the bed, tenderly lift the beautiful crying child in her arms, and bring her to Terri. She also helped her get up from the bed, picking her up easily in her arms and transporting her to the living room when she wanted to change scenery, bringing the baby right away before she would start crying. Noemí held the baby as many times as she could, her face softening with tender love every time she looked at her. Occasionally, she would bring up the question of Terri's feelings for her, but Terri would avoid answering, not knowing the answer yet.

        It was true, that she couldn't be away from Noemí for more than a few minutes without missing her. It was also true that her heart almost skipped out of her chest every time she laid eyes on Noemí, and that she wanted to hold her in her arms and never let her go all the time. It was also true that her dreams were of Noemí only, and that when Noemí was not there with her, she felt as if something was missing in her. But she didn't know the basis of her feelings for Noemí. She knew she loved her, just not how much.

        Occasionally, Noemí would allow a crazy moment to pass, and she would possess Terri's lips with her own, shaking her foundations with the softness of her lips and making her want more. But she would do nothing more, telling her that she didn't want to pressure her; that she wanted Terri's feelings for her to be clear and true.

        As Terri recovered Natalie and Thomas visited almost every day, mostly stayed with her all day helping her until Noemí would return home from work. On the days that they couldn't visit, Victoria would come, joined by Michaela later, and they would keep the still healing Terri with company. Their adoration of little Noemí was endearing and touching. Only five weeks and the baby had already gained some fans. Martha had already gone to visit the baby several times, holding gifts in her hands every single time. Noemí bought a small table for all the gifts, and placed it next to the crib, where Terri adjusted Teddy Bears and dolls brought by other members of the family. Almost every day, there was a visitor in the house to see the baby. Today, thank goodness, there wouldn't be any more.

Terri relaxed against the side of the window and began to sketch, her eyes drifting to Noemí and the baby in her arms.

        Before she knew it, Noemí and her young namesake were copied onto her paper, without the color. She stopped when she saw Noemí stir, the sleeping baby made a small sound, and Noemí's eyes flickered open to the tiny head resting right below her chin. A soft smile crossed her face, and she looked at Terri, her smile never fading. "What time is it?" She asked softly, her voice hoarse, trying not to wake the child in her arms.

        Terri looked at the miniature grandfather clock on the coffee table that faced her way. "Ten thirty." She said, and stood gingerly, feeling her scar pull a little. She moved slowly over to Noemí and reached down cautiously to retrieve the baby.

        "Want to go to bed?" Noemí asked as she sat up, blinking sleepily.

        Terri nodded and smiled; she stifled a yawn as she accommodated her baby in her arms. The child never opened her eyes or complained as Noemí walked behind Terri towards her bedroom. When both Terri and little Noemí were settled into bed, Noemí returned to the living room, shutting off the lights. She then shuffled back to the warmth of the bedroom. She yawned, then looked at Terri. "Would you prefer to sleep alone tonight?" She asked, knowing fully well what that would mean for her.

        "No," Terri said softly, patting the area of the bed beside her. "I'm used to you being beside me on this huge bed, and I like it. Come to sleep."

        Noemí seemed relieved, and she removed her sweatshirt, then her sweatpants, remaining only in a T-shirt, short boxers and socks. Involuntarily, Terri's eyes took in the defined muscles of her thighs, the tightness of the shirtsleeves on her strong arms, and she felt suddenly weak and hot with desire. Noemí lay down beside her on the bed, oblivious to Terri's scrutiny and her state arousal. She lay down on her back, and then sat up to kiss Terri's lips softly. "Goodnight." She whispered softly against her cheek, her fingers trailing softly on her arm.

        She lay down on her back again, and covered her eyes with her arms. Terri shifted slowly, and lay down on her side facing away from Noemí, trying to stop the shaking of her body. She reached for the bedside light, and brought the room to darkness. She remained awake for only a little time, but in that time, she was fully aware of Noemí's presence right beside her, of her strength and sexy allure.

She woke a little while later to a low voice asking for help.

It was Noemí, trembling and whispering softly, having a nightmare. She shifted and Terri turned on her side, trying to see her through the dark. She reached out and touched her, feeling her cheek. She was feverish and covered in sweat, as she was every time that a memory-nightmare tormented her. Terri grabbed her shoulder and shook her gently, whispering her name. Her sleeve, as the rest of her shirt, was drenched with sweat. Terri shook her again and said her name, louder this time. She knew Noemí's nightmares didn't come often anymore, but when they did, they left Noemí as before, senseless in fear and sorrow.

"Help me, please! Get me out of here, I can't take it!" Noemí said breathlessly, her hand clutching her pillow tightly.

Terri moved closer to her, whispering close to her ear: "I'm here, wake up, open your eyes."

Noemí jerked upright and began to cry, burying her face in her hands, shaking violently. Terri reached over in the darkness and touched her shoulder with her fingers. Noemí turned and reached for Terri, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Oh God, Terri, I want this to stop!" She sobbed quietly in the circle of her arms for a long time. Slowly, she began to calm down.

Then she rolled away from her, staring up at the darkness, her moist arms resting heavily against her forehead. Terri rolled to her, and rested her hand on her stomach, caressing gently and gazing down at her through the dark. "Noemí," She said gently, laying her head on her chest. "Why don't you go to therapy? You know you need to."

Noemí took a deep breath and remained quiet. She brought her arms down and wrapped them around Terri; she turned her head and pressed her face onto her sweetly scented hair. Her hands stroked Terri's back and Terri shivered. "I need you, Terri." She whispered softly.

Terri's lifted her head to gaze at her; she reached up and touched her cheek gently. "Noemí, I-" Her voice was cut off as smooth lips covered her mouth in a soft kiss. Her breath caught as Noemí, never ceasing to kiss her, pushed her down onto her back. Her arms around her were possessive and demanding at the same time. Her lips, tender against Terri's, beckoned softly as their kiss deepened.

Terri slowly wrapped her arms around Noemí's neck, kissing her back deeply. Noemí groaned softly against her mouth, rolling onto her back and pulling Terri on top her. Desire, nothing new to Terri where Noemí was concerned, took a hold of her. Noemí's hands were firm as they played along Terri's back beneath her T-shirt, as they moved around her torso, pressing against her ribs to move right under her breasts. Stopping and pulling her lips slightly away, she whispered against her lips: "I want to make love with you, Terri. I want to taste you all over..."

Terri moaned softly, feeling her body ignite with a rush of hot desire. She arched her breasts toward Noemí's hands, her shaking hands grasping Noemí's strong arms. "Please, please!" She gasped, and her body trembled violently, her breasts aching and hot for Noemí's knowing touch. She pushed her body frantically against Noemí's, her legs opening to allow Noemí's thigh between them.

Noemí rolled them over again and lay on her carefully, pushing her shirt up and kissing the sensitive area between her soft breasts. She groaned softly as she caressed her breasts carefully with her hands, kissing lingeringly around her erect nipples. Terri's legs rose as her back arched; deep pleasure sent a rush of wetness between her legs. Noemí's strong arms wrapped around her arching body as her mouth fed on her luscious sensitive breasts. She kissed her way up slowly, kissed her neck passionately, moaning breathlessly against her skin. "Terri, oh God! I want you so much!" She groaned, her arms trembling as she pushed herself up.

Terri threw her head to the side, moaning. "Noemí, I want you!" She gasped desperately and reached around her body, yanking up her shirt from behind. "Take this off, Noemí, please!" She said, her voice ragged.

Noemí rose up to her knees, and yanked the shirt off, throwing it somewhere beside the bed. She helped Terri remove her own shirt, untied the laces of her shorts, leaned down and kissed her quivering stomach. Following the line of her shorts with her tongue, she groaned, pulling them down slowly along her thighs. Her breath caught as she realized that Terri had no panties beneath them, and her lips touched the healing skin above her thighs tenderly. Terri moaned, her soul on fire with the body-memory of the brief feel of Noemí's tongue that Christmas morning. Her stomach quivered harder, her hips rising, her legs opening again. Her shaking hands reached down to cup Noemí's head and to pull her down onto her flesh, but to her frustration, Noemí pulled away and moved up on top of her.

She pressed her hips between her legs and allowed her arms to soften. Moans came from deep in her throat, full of passion and unrestrained desire. They both became keenly aware of their breasts pressing against each other, softness against softness. Of their nipples brushing together and sending hot fire through their veins. Terri could feel the soft material of Noemí's boxers caressing her inner thighs, pressing against the throbbing center of her need. She pressed her lips against Noemí's shoulders, nibbling softly with her teeth; her eyes closed passionately as emotion and desire collided inside her.

Her hands traveled the length of Noemí's slender back, she felt the muscles shifting as Noemí moved on her; her fingers explored the defined muscles, and they moved lower and slipped beneath the boxers, cupping full muscled buttocks with a barely restrained moan. "Oh God, Noemí!" She cried out before Noemí's lips covered hers again, wet and smooth as her tongue slipped deeply into her mouth. Terri's hands moved up and down her sides, her nails grazing the smooth skin making Noemí groan and tremble.

Noemí adjusted her body, straddling Terri's thigh, as she pressed her own against Terri's wetness. She began moving her hips in a slow undulation; beginning a pressure and moaning softly; her strong arms held her up as her lips claimed Terri's. Terri moaned softly, her hands on Noemí's buttocks pulling her down hard against her, her own hips undulating against her muscled thigh.

"Noemí," She whispered against possessive lips breathlessly, pushing the boxers down more, gasping: "Take them off." Noemí lifted her hips to allow her to push them down over her hips and thighs, and then she rolled over beside her to push them down. Quickly, she was on her again, placing her center carefully against Terri's thigh, pressing her own thigh gently against Terri.

Terri groaned passionately, cupping her nude buttocks again and pulling her hard against herself as she raised her thigh to meet her. Noemí groaned in return and began grinding against Terri's thigh, feeling Terri's wetness grinding up against her thigh. Her hands tightened convulsively on the sheets, her muscles trembled from the strain for control. Loudly, Noemí moaned, her breathing quickening, matching Terri's. Loosing total control, she pressed her mouth against Terri's, moaning softly into her. Mouths opened to allow tongues passage, lips moved together passionately. Terri moaned into Noemí's mouth, small hands gliding down her back; her short nails sank deeply into the taut straining flesh, her free leg lifted to wrap around her waist and pressed against her buttocks. Terri's body arched against Noemí's, the feel of the hard thigh pressing and gliding against her wetness driving her wild with intensity.

She was torturously aware of her aching, of the tight shudders in her abdomen; a cry escaped her throat as a sudden spasm shook her body violently. Her hips rose up again and again to meet Noemí's. She felt Noemí's strong body above hers, writhing nimbly against her; she was aware of the wetness gliding smoothly against her thigh, leaving a trail of wetness. Their lips made love as their bodies did, Terri's hands caressed Noemí's sweating body as it shuddered and pulsed against hers.

A deep husky moan escaped Noemí's throat; orgasm was so close, so perfectly close... "Oh God, Terri, oh-" She cried out into Terri's mouth, breathing heavily. "Terri!" She groaned passionately, her insides clenching tighter and tighter. She breathlessly said her name over and over as her body thrust against Terri's savagely. Release came quickly, her body buckling not too gently against Terri's body.

At the same time, Terri's body reacted powerfully; she arched wildly, and sweating profusely, her stomach heaved. Her body jerked upward and her arms around Noemí tightened as orgasm threatened to break her apart once again. "Noemí, oh-" She came in wide waves, her hips rising onto Noemí's thigh pressing her passion against it, her head thrown back, exposing her beautiful neck. She felt Noemí's soft mouth open on her shoulder, her hard breathing, felt Noemí's hips driving against her over and over again as orgasm weakened Noemí's arms and she lay spent and limp above her.

They lay holding each other for a long time, sweaty bodies molded comfortably together. Noemí was on top of her, her lips caressing her neck softly and moving down. "You're amazing, do you know that?" She whispered breathlessly against Terri's chest. "You're so beautiful, Terri, in the throes of passion."

Terri was still trying to catch her breath; her first orgasm with Noemí had been nothing compared to what this felt like. "Is this... what it feels like? Is it always... so wonderful?" She gasped, her breathing shallow. She felt the trickle of sweat on her forehead, all over her body.

Noemí lifted her head and kissed her deeply. "Yes, this is what it's like." She whispered against her mouth, then said after another deep kiss, her voice teasing: "But there's always more."

Terri pulled back and pushed Noemí's wet hair away from her forehead, caressing her smooth back with her other hand. She remained silent for a few seconds, in awe of the beauty of the strong woman lying on top of her. "More? What could be more wonderful than this?" She asked, remembering Noemí's silky mouth between her legs, feeling herself blush.

Noemí paused, then kissed her again. After a while, she pulled away and looked at her closely. "You've never..." She trailed off, hoping that Terri would get the clue.

Terri did. "Nothing more than penetration, if that's what you're asking. And I never felt the way I do with that, except for when you... you know." She said, and turned her face away in shame.

Noemí grabbed her chin and turned her face, lowering her lips to hers again. After a long time of kissing softly, she whispered hoarsely against her cheek: "Well, there is more, and I can show you. There's plenty of time."

Terri trembled, as much with desire as with fear of the unknown. She didn't say anything for a long time and then she kissed Noemí for a long and passionate moment in answer. Her hands cupped Noemí's face gently, feeling the erotic appeal of her caressing tongue. She instantly grew aroused again, and there was new wetness between her legs. Her eyes clenched as a deep shudder shook her body. "Show me!" She whispered frantically, her fingers straining against Noemí's back again, her hips already rising.

Noemí chuckled softly, and she rose from Terri's body to kneel above her, kissing her and pushing her tongue into her mouth when she whimpered her complaint. She kissed her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and her neck, over and over, marveling at their silkiness. All the while, one hand was gently touching Terri's breasts, her fingers touching around her nipples so slowly, lightly, so torturously gentle, erecting them to aching tips. Her mouth took one in softly, and Terri's groan was long and full of desire. Her tongue flickered around the nipple, her teeth bit gently, as her hand moved slowly down her quivering stomach to the soft hair above her thighs.

Noemí's fingers were greeted by intense, hot wetness, by quivering spreading thighs allowing her passage into the sea of treasures between them. Terri moaned with growing urgency, her hips lifting as her legs spread in invitation. Without warning, groaning deep in her throat, Noemí sank her fingers inside her. Terri's body buckled even as her breath stopped, and then arched hard as a long moan came from her trembling lips. Noemí moved her lips from Terri's nipples and moved upwards along her skin; she kept her fingers inside her without moving them, feeling the wet muscles of her flesh tighten around her deliciously. She moved to her ear, kissing her way along her neck, and she whispered sensuously: "How does that feel?"

Terri groaned loudly, she couldn't respond in her quivering breathlessness. Her skin was flushed red, the sweat running in rivulets down between her breasts, and her hips thrust rhythmically against Noemí's fingers. "Mm, you have to keep quiet, Terri," Noemí whispered sensuously, moving down to lick the sweat from her skin very slowly then lying down beside her. "The baby will wake up then, and I won't be able to finish what I've just started." She moved her coated fingers gently, and Terri groaned, trying to restrain the cries that were gathering in her throat; her body jerked violently.

Noemí could see the muscles of her neck tensing, the tendons sticking out as she held back a moan.

Her stomach quivered against Noemí's arm, her breasts heaved as she struggled for breath, her body trembled hard, her hips rose to meet the thrust of Noemí's fingers, her hands clutched at the bed covers frantically as Noemí's fingers began a smooth glide inside her. "Noemí!" She whispered brokenly, her breathing shallow.

Noemí lifted her face to touch her lips to hers, and then she kissed her sweaty face gently, moving along at a slower and gentler pace than her fingers inside her. "Tell me how you feel. Tell me if you want more, Terri. I want to hear you tell me how you feel..." She whispered, her fingers gaining speed inside her, gaining strength as they pulled out all the way and glided smoothly in. Her mouth moved along her neck again, and she bit passionately into the skin above her breasts, awakening in Terri a wild passion as her fingers made her ache for release.

Soon, Terri knew what Noemí meant when she said there was more. She suddenly knew that her body and soul could reach different and higher levels of ecstasy, as Noemí's fingers continued their rhythm. After many, long-lasting orgasms, she couldn't take any more, and her body buckled as if lightning were running through it, shuddering violently. Noemí slowly stopped moving her fingers, leaving them deeply inside her, and allowing them to feel the quivering clench of wet muscles.

Terri lay in Noemí arms, spent and beautifully sore, her eyes closing as she kissed her shoulder. "That... was so... beautiful, Noemí." She gasped, shivering, and aware that Noemí's fingers were brushing her wet hair away from her forehead. "That was amazing, I never thought it would be so wonderful." She paused, and lifted her head to meet Noemí's lips, whispering against them: "I never thought- I-" And then she lay her head down and fell asleep.

She was sure she heard her baby crying, but thought it was a dream until she felt the bed shift noticeably as Noemí got up. The bedside light flickered on and she covered her head with the quilt, groaning sleepily. The baby's throaty cries came closer to her ear, and she heard a faint chuckle. She turned over and pulled the quilt from her head, squinting and blinking rapidly as the light tortured her eyes. She gazed up at little red-faced Noemí, held close to her by Noemí's tender hands.

She sat up slowly, and rested against the headboard, knowing instinctively that it was time to feed her daughter. "Come here, baby." She whispered tenderly, taking her from Noemí's hands and adjusting her into a feeding position on her left breast. The baby found her nipple on her own, eagerly sucking. "Ouch!" She whispered with a little jump as little Noemí's toothless gums bit her nipple, which was already tender from Noemí's earlier attentions.

Noemí moved to the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers, lying on her side propped up on her elbow. She gazed at the child in Terri's arms with tender love. Her eyes met Terri's, and a flash of heat burned Terri's body anew. "How do you feel?" Noemí asked softly, her smile sensuous and playful.

"Like a brand new woman." Terri answered in a low voice, and Noemí moved closer to kiss her lips lingeringly. Then she leaned her face against her shoulder, and they both gazed at the baby together. "Isn't she beautiful, Noemí?" Terri asked softly, her voice full of love. The child was staring up at them with wide eyes, her lips wrapped hungrily around Terri's nipple.

Noemí nodded slowly, a smile curving her lips. She pressed her lips against her neck, and she felt Terri tremble and moan softly. They gazed down at the child feeding off Terri's breast, and Noemí whispered in her ear after a while, her voice sensuously throaty: "I want to taste your nipples in my mouth again."

Terri moaned, and threw her head back against the headrest. "Oh, just wait until she's asleep again." She said in a low quavering voice. They talked as the child fed off Terri's full breast, her tiny lips sucking the milk with relentless hungry vigor. Her little hand rested against the side of Terri's breast, the tiny fingers clenching and unclenching. Terri laughed at something Noemí said, looking down when little Noemí's hungry sucks turned lazy and eventually stopped. She was asleep again, her tiny stomach full and protruding adorably between the line of the diaper and her little baby shirt. Terri knew that she had to burp her before laying her down again. She placed her against her chest; a little towel on her shoulder in case something more than a burp came, and tapped her tiny back very gently, like Natalie had shown her. She gazed at Noemí, who was gazing back at her with uninhibited desire. "I can't believe I'm a mother." She said in a low voice full of loving wonder.

Noemí smiled at her and leaned forward to kiss her again. "A beautiful mother at that." She whispered, trailing her fingers against her inner thigh softly. Terri let out a long breath, her legs opening against her will. As if on cue, little Noemí's burp was bigger than life and was followed by two small ones; with a chuckle, Noemí got off the bed and came around to take the sleeping baby in her arms. She kissed her tiny forehead very gently and lowered her carefully into her crib. "She's so well behaved too, we can make love all we want." She whispered, and turned to the bed, smiling as Terri spread her arms for her to come into.

Noemí climbed onto the bed, and moved into her arms with a soft sigh. She pushed Terri down onto her back and lay on top of her. They kissed passionately for a long time, tongues twining wetly. They each nuzzled the other's neck, teeth gently sinking into shoulders, breaths catching, murmuring. Terri reached for the light, but Noemí caught her hand, kissing it and moving slowly up her arm. She whispered as her reason, her mouth thirsty and desiring: "I want you to see this."

A feeling of anticipation made Terri's body tense and the inside of her thighs quiver, her wetness growing intensely. Noemí pushed herself up slightly with her arms and hovered above her, kissing her again and moving down to her neck and breasts. Noemí grabbed at a pillow and pulled it beneath Terri's head, wanting Terri to watch her pleasing her. Terri watched the top of Noemí's gold-red hair move down, concentrating on feeling her lips moving across the plain of her stomach, her tongue trailing a line down along her skin. She moved lower, and pressed Terri's legs open, lifting her knees and holding her open to gaze at her. She kissed her inner thighs, and Terri groaned, her stomach quivering all over again with renewed anticipation.

Spreading Terri's legs more, pushing her knees down as far as they could go and opening her wide, Noemí licked her way from each knee and up to her wet outer lips, teasing deliberately slow. Terri's back arched as she shivered and her eyes closed tightly, her body tensed and her head pressed against the pillow. From below, Noemí whispered: "Look at me." Her tongue stroked her wetness, the tip tickling softly.

Terri's body jerked and she released a shuddering moan; her hips lifted, inviting more. "Look at me," Noemí whispered again, her warm breath tickling Terri as her lips kissed right above her wetness; she made a move to get up. "Or I'll stop." Terri made herself look down, gasping, her face flushed and sweaty. "Hold your legs, baby." Noemí instructed softly, kissing her inner thighs again, reaching up and grasping Terri's shaky hands and pulling them down to her legs to make her grasp right below her knees, holding them open. "Mm, that's it." Her tongue stroked her wetness again, firmer now and Terri moaned, feeling Noemí's strong shoulders pressing against the back of her thighs.

There were no words to describe what she was feeling, only the distant memory of Noemí briefly bending down between her legs. Her legs trembled, her hips rose to meet Noemí's silky tongue. For a long time, the tease drove her wild, to the point where she couldn't take any more. She threw her head back again and cried out, her body tensing, her hips thrusting. She gasped loudly; she sounded like she was sobbing and her eyes rolled back in her head and she clenched them closed.

"Look down at me." Noemí said again, and her fingers caressed her buttocks, kneading softly as her tongue licked the engorged clitoris very, very softly. Suddenly, hearing Noemí groan hungrily, Terri felt her tongue sink deeply into the wetness, taking it in, tasting and feeling it thoroughly. Terri was on fire, her body weakened deliciously, and her legs fell over Noemí's shoulders as her hands moved to grab Noemí's head. She gazed down at her with narrowed eyes, her mouth hanging open as she panted hotly for breath.

She could feel the sweat break out of her body again, the hot ocean in her body rise, and her wetness throbbing hard. She felt swollen and ready to explode. Her head felt light; the room seemed to spin around her. She pressed the heels of her feet hard against the small of Noemí's back, lifting her hips to clamp her throbbing wetness against the hot mouth. "Yes, Noemí!" She groaned, biting her lower lip. "Please, please, don't tease me!"

Noemí's silky mouth took a more substantial feeling, her tongue sinking into her again and again and then flicking over her engorged clitoris. She moaned thickly as she thoroughly sucked, licked, tasted her delicious sweetness, felt the silk of her wet flesh. Her arms wrapped around her hips, her hands flat over her quivering stomach, and she pulled her down harder onto her mouth, her wrists pressing downwards against her tense thighs.

Terri groaned, turning her face onto her pillow and crying out against it. She sobbed, turning her face to breathe loudly: "Oh God- Noemí! I'm com- I'm com-" Her voice broke into a prolonged moan, her hands grasping the pillow to the back of her head, her face contorted and red as ecstasy melted through her. Over and over again, her body trembled and her hips twisted, cries leaving her throat like wails. For a long time, Noemí held her as orgasm shot through her body like fire, her fingers slipping deep inside her again to feel the wet vibrations, her wet face pressed against her heart.

Eventually, Terri lay spent beneath Noemí, unable to move much less talk. She tried, and gave up, seeking Noemí's embrace. "Oh Noemí!" She said after a long time, drifting to sleep again before she knew it.

Her head resting on Terri's soft stomach, Noemí was dreaming. This time there were no nightmares, no tears, and no pain, only peacefulness. It was too real.

She is standing on a rocky beach, the water laps generously against the shore, the white foam of the waves lingering before being sucked back into the sea. The sun shines brightly, a yellow-white hot ball of fire on the white sky. It doesn't burn her, but it warms her, giving her comfort. The water is a yellow-white color also, and the sounds it emits are wonderful to Noemí's ears. Like music. It's all so realistic, yet so dream like.

She feels truly peaceful inside for the first time in a long time.

"Does this mean I can say goodbye?" A familiar voice asks behind her.

Noemí spins around, shocked. Amelia stands there, hands on her hips, beautiful, as she had always been. Short and black curly hair frames her slender face like a halo. Beautiful brown eyes reflect the light of the sun and twinkle as tears fill her ethereal eyes. Her lithe, yet shapely body is covered with a robe-like sheet, shoulders and arms bared.

Noemí chokes up with tears, her eyes taking in everything about Amelia. "Amelia!" She gasps, bringing the back of her trembling hand to her quivering lips. "Oh God, are you real?"

Amelia's arms open in welcome; a radiant smile opens her full lips to reveal perfect teeth. "I'm very real." She says in her soft melodic voice.

Noemí walks into her arms, sobbing in happiness and burying her face into the crook of Amelia's soft neck. "I've missed you so much!"

Amelia nods, lips pressed against her temple. "I know," She says. "I've been watching you." She runs her fingers through Noemí's soft hair, just like she used to when they hugged or made love.

Noemí pulls her head back and their lips meet hungrily. Memories of their time together flash behind Noemí's eyes, and her body responds with a familiar hunger and desire. She fumbles with Amelia's robe, but Amelia grasps her hands. Noemí can see she is breathing hard, just like her. "What?"

Amelia swallows hard. "We don't have a lot of time, Noe." She says shakily.

"Why?" Noemí demands, panicking. "Where are you going?"

"Back home." Amelia says, and sits on a nearby boulder; she gestures Noemí to join her.

"Where is home?" Noemí asks, calmer. She sits down beside her and feels comforted when Amelia takes her hand. "I want to come with you." She says decisively.

Amelia smiles softly, her eyes shining love as she looks at Noemí. "Oh, but you can't, my love." She says with a chuckle. "My home is the place where you go when you die. You haven't died."

Noemí shakes her head stubbornly. "I still want to come with you." She says.

Amelia's smile grows as she studies her. "What about Noemí Imogene?" She asks melodically. " Beautiful Name it is, Noemí Imogene." She says slowly, looking out at the horizon, tasting the name in her mouth. "Noemí Imogene, she and I think alike." She looks at Noemí again, her eyes full of love.

Noemí is smiling sweetly, the sound of the baby's name does that to her. "You've seen her?" She asks softly, meeting Amelia's radiant eyes.

Amelia chuckles, squeezing her hand gently. "Yes, I have." She responds. "She is beautiful, and so is her mother."

"Terri." Noemí whispers, her eyes glazing over at the thought of her.

Amelia chuckles and squeezes her hand gently. "Yes, Terri," Amelia asserts. "They're waiting for you, back home." Noemí looks at her with confused eyes. "This is just a meeting place for loved ones from either side." She explains, making a sweeping motion with her free hand.

Noemí nods in understanding. "Where is your home?" She asks again.

Amelia grins. "It's a beautiful place, the sun always shines, and everyone loves each other." She says. "Everyone knows everyone, we all get along, it's heaven. I wish you could see it, and for a while I thought you would, but now you're not going to cross over as soon as everyone expected."

Noemí frowns. "What do you mean?" She asks.

"Well," Amelia says, shrugging. "In a way, I'm very grateful to your irresponsible brother. If he hadn't seeded that child within Terri, she wouldn't have come into your life, and neither would have that beautiful child. She's yours too, now." She smiles gently. "If Terri hadn't come into your life and turned you around, within a year, you would have been ill, maybe you would have killed yourself driving drunk, or you would have come up with a deadly liver disease that would have consumed you quickly. You were due to come up in about a year. But now you have a whole life to live, your body is almost completely cleansed from that disgusting drinking, and your heart is healing. I just wanted to see you to say goodbye, and to give you the go on loving." She breaks off and looks over her shoulder.

Noemí looks behind them also, and sees to the distance, a white light that is growing. Her hand around Amelia's tightens. "Don't go, Amelia." She pleads tearfully.

Amelia looks at her with the most tender of expressions. She stands up and pulls Noemí to her. She kisses her lips gently. "You and Terri are meant to be." She whispers against her lips, she pulls back and stares at her with watery eyes. "You're so beautiful, my love, you always were. Be happy." She starts to turn towards the light.

Noemí watches her walk away, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Just before Amelia walks into the light, she calls out: "Wait!" Amelia turns to look at her, those gorgeous brown eyes glistening with tears and ethereal health. "Our baby, where is it?" She whispers brokenly, not able to say it loud, hoping Amelia hears her over the sound of the sea.

But Amelia hears her as if she said it in her ear. She smiles gently, and she says: "She is with you, Noemí Imogene." She lifts a slender hand and waves. "Remember that I love you, always have and always will. Be happy..." She turns and walks into the light, the white light grows, momentarily blinding Noemí, and then disappears. Just then, Noemí feels everything around her fade.

She opened her eyes slowly, and found that it was still dark. She was now lying on her back, an arm dangling from the bed. The faint silhouette of Terri's body caught her attention, and she moved closer, wrapping her arms around her, sighing peacefully when Terri burrowed deeper into her embrace. Sleep overtook her again.


        The sun was beautiful outside, flowing through the window into the room. Noemí lay with her back against her pillow, propped up against the headrest, the baby in her arms lying face down over her bare chest. Little Noemí was fully awake, gazing up at her with wide eyes. Noemí crooned at her, saying little things to her and patting her diapered butt gently. Little Noemí kicked out and laughed soundlessly, her body bundled up warmly; she was cheerful and smiling toothlessly.

Not really knowing much about baby care, Noemí had wrapped the baby in her blanket after changing her wet diaper and now she held her gently in her embrace. Terri drifted awake, but she didn't move from her stomach-down position, listening to Noemí's sweet words. She gazed at her through her hair, which lay in a mat over her face, preventing Noemí from seeing that she was now awake.

"Do you know how much I love you and your mommy?" Noemí was saying softly, her voice sweet and full of love, her eyes full of adoration as she gazed at the child in her arms. The smile on her face was one that Terri had never seen before. The sun reflected off her gold-red hair as it fell seductively over her forehead. "I love you both so much, I wouldn't be able to live without either one of you. You're both part of my life now, and I'm happy about that." She laughed tenderly when little Noemí's small head fell to her chest for a rest, and then drifted up again, her eyes wide and looking up at her again. Her little forehead crinkled a little as both of her eyebrows arched in her innocent stare.

"So beautiful, you and your mommy, and I feel so lucky. You know," She said with an adorable tone of conspiracy, touching the child's nose with a tender finger. "You remember what I told you the first time I brought your mommy home with you in her arms? That I love you and your mommy so much, that's what I told you." A little dribble of saliva dripped down from the baby's tiny lower lip, and touched Noemí's chest, leaving a thin band of saliva between her lip and her chest. Adult Noemí gurgled like a baby and smiled when Terri couldn't stop herself from chuckling at the beautiful sight.

Terri lifted herself up, turning over onto her side, brushing her hair away from her face and leaning to little Noemí, pressing her lips against her little temple very gently. The baby turned her head to gaze at her mother, and Terri sat up and reached for her. "You're going to spoil her." She chided gently as Noemí sat up and kissed her lips tenderly.

"Good morning to you. Or is it afternoon?" She said with a small laugh. She looked at the clock on the bedside table, and laughed again. "Okay, afternoon." She corrected herself, kissing her shoulder tenderly. "I personally am very hungry. Do you want to order out for brunch or something?" She asked softly, inserting her index finger into the baby's little creamy fist, pulling a little against her hold. "Strong, isn't she!" She said proudly, leaning down and kissing her little fingers tenderly. She kissed Terri's shoulder again, and asked: "What do you say? Order out?"

Terri shrugged; she bent her head down to kiss her lips. "Why don't we take showers first, and then I make something here?" She said instead.

"Mm, I don't want to make you cook for me, baby." Noemí said softly, moving closer to her.

Terri pulled her legs together and folded them up, settling the baby comfortably on them. The baby stared up at her with innocent awe; her little legs kicked excitedly against her blanket. Terri smiled as she opened the soft bundle Noemí made with the blanket around the child's body, saying to Noemí gently: "I think she's warm enough, don't you?"

Noemí smiled at her and shrugged. "She was comfortable for a while and then she looked a little cold, so I bundled her up. Oh, and I changed her diaper too." She said.

Terri winked and blew a little kiss at her as she lifted the baby up so that Noemí could remove the blanket. As soon as they were freed, the tiny legs began to kick healthily, sticking down straight. Noemí moved closer and nuzzled her chunky thighs, tickling her with wriggling lips. She moved down to nuzzle her tiny stockinged feet, chuckling softly. The baby began to kick again, and caught Noemí on the nose; Noemí fell away, rubbing her nose.

Terri laughed and laid the baby along her thighs again, touching her tiny feet with gentle hands. After a while of laughing, little Noemí began to grow cranky, redden, then she began to cry; she was obviously hungry by the way she began to suckle on her own tiny little fist. Terri had fed her early in the morning, and she had held out long enough. She shifted her gently and cradled her, staring down at her as she twisted her face this way and that, trying to find her erect nipple. Soon, her tiny lips were sucking the milk with gusto, her eyes closed sleepily.

"I'll order out." Noemí said, reaching for the phone.

Terri reached out with her free hand and grasped her shoulder, stopping her. "No!" She said in a no nonsense voice, smiling at her. "I really want to cook for you. Now go take a shower."

Noemí stared at her for a moment, smiling mischievously. She moved to the edge of the bed, and padded naked to the bathroom, Terri's eyes admiringly following every movement of her strong body.

They ate quietly, gazing and grinning at each other across the table. Terri had made a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with wheat toast. Noemí munched happily on her food, gazing at the baby, who sat on a baby seat beside Terri on the table. She kicked her little fists and laughed that adorable baby cackle. Terri reached over and touched the baby on her stockinged foot, grinning at her. Then she moved back and looked at Noemí again, her smile fading as desire ran through her, and she saw the same look in Noemí's eyes. She stood up as Noemí stood, and both women moved around the table towards each other, forgetting about their breakfast.

They came together in a passionate embrace, arms wrapped around each other as their lips met. Noemí's tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moved them towards the refrigerator, pushing her against it. Terri brought a leg up and wrapped it around Noemí, feeling Noemí press her hips against hers. She moaned softly, feeling Noemí's hand slip between them, then between her legs under her long shirt. Noemí groaned as her fingers slipped into her wetness, and Terri brought her head forward, pressing her forehead against Noemí's shoulder. Her fingers dug into her shoulder and her head arched back; Noemí's mouth came to her throat and her teeth gently nipped on her skin. She moved her head back and watched Terri's expression as she thrust her fingers in and out of her wetness.

Terri's head was thrown back; her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open. She seemed unable to moan, and her breath left her in a hiss. When it seemed they wouldn't be able to stop, Noemí whispered: "Let's go back to bed." She gently pulled her fingers away from Terri and moved back. Terri's thighs trembled as she stood on her two feet again. They grabbed the baby seat and hurriedly made their way to the bedroom, wanting each other with all the passion in the universe.

Noemí groaned, looking down and letting her eyes take in the pinkish color of Terri's very erect nipples, the sensuality of her flat stomach heaving as a soft moan escaped followed by a long shudder. Noemí was aware of Terri's arms clasped tightly around her neck, of her fingers brushing through her hair and tightening convulsively as Noemí's mouth took in a nipple and sucked gently, her teeth biting very tenderly.

Terri's body arched in welcome, her legs spread wide. She grasped Noemí's shoulders and pushed her down, a gasping plead in her low whimper. Her fingers sifted through Noemí's wet hair, pulling it hard as a thick moan made her way through her clamped lips. She couldn't hold any longer, she longed for the silky feeling of Noemí's mouth and tongue. She couldn't be made love to slowly; her trembling body was reaching for release.

Noemí's lips trailed hot caresses down between her breasts, her stomach, dipping into her navel and teasing gently. This seemed to have an effect on Terri, who began to tremble and whimper with more cadences. Noemí smiled at her discovery and she shifted to lie between Terri's legs, pressing her breasts against the hot wetness; she began licking and dipping her tongue into Terri's quivering navel over and over.

Terri's hips began a thrusting motion and she lifted her legs to wrap them around Noemí's torso. Noemí could read the urgency in Terri, in her frantic movements, in the way she whispered Noemí's name like a breathless chant. Noemí reached back with an arm and removed Terri's legs from around her body and she moved down, lifting them over her shoulders. She could feel their immediate tightening; they urged her mouth towards the dripping wetness that was of her making.

Noemí couldn't resist, her mouth watering even before it opened to the sweet milky taste of her. Terri's legs tightened convulsively around Noemí, and her hands pulled at her hair and her body buckled. Noemí's hands were moving lovingly along her thighs, up to knead the beautiful hips and up more to caress the beautiful breasts and tease her nipples with gentle fingers.

Terri's hips thrust fast against her tongue; helpless cries escaped her lips. The now familiar tightening pressure began inside her, her breath caught in her throat and her hips rose in one long pressure against Noemí's hungry mouth, her legs clamping together around her head. She pressed her lips shut, breathing loudly and deeply, because she knew that if she allowed her mouth to open, the scream that would tear through her would frighten her sleeping child.

"Hmm, oh yes!" She whispered hoarsely over and over again, grunting as she felt herself reaching the edge, hovering on the edge, floating there until she couldn't take any more. She could feel Noemí's expertly coaxing tongue stroking her so softly now, so tenderly, holding her at the edge of release, licking so slowly until she couldn't take any more. "Inside! Inside, Noemí!" She sobbed and was instantly gratified by the smooth inward glide of Noemí's long fingers against the tightness of her wetness.

Noemí pushed Terri's trembling legs from her shoulders, spread them open wider and held them open with her shoulder as her tongue and fingers taught Terri about a new way of pleasure. Her fingers glided in and out against the clenching muscles, her tongue licked, her lips sucked with more force now, aiming without preamble for Terri's release. Terri threw her head back and grasped Noemí's hair, pulling her mouth tighter against her. And then release came in the form of one incredible orgasm followed by more of the same magnitude and stronger. Her legs fell open weakly and her fingers slipped limply from Noemí's hair.

Noemí licked the nectar from her own lips, her eyes took in the expression of pure rapture on Terri's beautiful face as ecstasy claimed her like never before, and she moved up to hold her as her body shuddered and tensed. Noemí looked down at her sweaty face with the most endearing expression of love and leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

Terri was still gasping, trying to catch her breath and crying from the joy at the same time. "Oh, God, Noemí..." She croaked softly and trembled in Noemí's embrace. Within minutes, she was deeply asleep, her head on Noemí's shoulder, her face buried in the crook between shoulder and neck.

To be continued in The Conclusion...

Katia N. Ruiz

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