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Vi’s patience is wearing low. Caitlyn has been teasing her all day. Vi usually likes to play with Caitlyn, but tonight her underwear is uncomfortably tight and Caitlyn is being a real brat.
They went out to have dinner at a restaurant, then to a lesbian bar for some drinks, and Caitlyn wore a skimpy strapless dress that barely reached her mid thigh, black velvet. She was showing more skin than not. Vi asked, when seeing it for the first time, if it was supposed to be worn with pants on, but Caitlyn said no. God, the curve of her butt, the material stretching around it and barely covering the crease between her ass and thigh.
So Vi keeps her hand on Caitlyn’s leg the entire evening, possessive, simply because it’s fun to drive her crazy and watch while she tries to hold it together. Vi lets her fingers travel up and down, over her knee, squeezing her bare skin. She knows Caitlyn’s thighs by heart: her stretch marks, the scar she got when she was seventeen, the fading bruises left by Vi’s mouth last week. Caitlyn doesn’t meet her eyes, flushed already but not from the alcohol. While caressing her, Vi hears a hitch in Caitlyn’s breath and realizes, unsurprisingly, that her pinky is brushing against her inner thigh, where the heat is in contrast with the goosebumps over her cold, exposed skin.
For the first time, Caitlyn opens her mouth to whisper: “Vi, people are gonna see.”
But her body betrays her words; her hips jerk imperceptibly, like she’s trying to hold back.
“But you would like that, wouldn’t you?” Vi says, turning to look at her, a trembling mess.
They’ve chosen a good spot: dark enough that they can fool around, hidden enough that Vi could cover Caitlyn’s body if she needed to do so. Vi lets her fingertips dance higher, finding little resistance as Caitlyn opens her thighs. She keeps her face hidden from Caitlyn, pretending to focus on a wall but really hiding her smirk. Vi can’t see her, but she knows already that Caitlyn is gripping her glass, head down. She keeps teasing her until her pinky reaches Caitlyn’s panties and Caitlyn’s body jerks forward again.
“You know, I finally got it.”
“You… got what?”
“The hex strap. You know, the one we wanted to try. Magic and science really do miracles together.”
“Vi,” Caitlyn warns when Vi leans over and places a kiss on Caitlyn’s neck.
“What, I can’t even kiss my lady now?”
Later, when Caitlyn leans into Vi while laughing at a waitress’ bad joke, her dress slips lower on her chest, and Vi notices she decided to not wear a bra tonight. Her nipples are straining against the fabric.
“Since when are you this brave?”
Caitlyn blushes prettily, lowering her eyes. She puts a strand of blue hair behind her ear.
“I don’t know, I thought… I thought that we could switch it up a little.”
“Huh. You wanna go commando? Come with me.”
Caitlyn gets up quickly, liquor spilling from her glass, and diligently follows her. Vi takes her to the cleanest bathroom stall, also the one farther from the door, where they can make out undisturbed. The music of the bar is low and muffled. Vi presses Caitlyn against the cold white tiles and slips her tongue into her mouth. The way Caitlyn opens up for her, eyes rolling back, already so lost in her pleasure, is wonderful to watch. After tasting the skin of Caitlyn’s neck, soft and fragranced, Vi stops to properly look at her. She can tell Caitlyn is surprised; maybe she expected Vi to fuck her here, maybe even with three fingers up her pussy, but oh well, Vi gets to make decisions tonight.
So Vi kneels down, hearing Caitlyn whine softly, making her think she’s gonna eat her out, but then Vi lightly touches her calf and says, “Up.”
Caitlyn obeys. Vi reaches for her panties under the dress: baby pink cotton, already so wet. She smirks, drawing them down her legs and slipping them off. Caitlyn manages to raise her other foot, almost losing her balance on her heels. Vi then gets up, shoving the panties into the pocket of her jacket.
“There.”
Caitlyn is visibly disappointed when Vi walks out of the bathroom. She leaves some money on the table and pulls Caitlyn through the parking lot, holding her wrist with one hand and the keys to the car in the other.
Caitlyn has been squirming since they got their drinks at the bar and Vi leaned into her from behind and pressed the hexstrap into her. Caitlyn turned around, eyes dark and mouth slack, looking up and down her body. Her eyes dropped to Vi’s crotch.
“Feeling cold?” Vi asks once they’re inside the car, wiggling her eyebrows in teasing victory.
“Quite the opposite,” Caitlyn manages to reply, and her voice doesn’t quiver.
Vi feels a rush of heat up to her head when Caitlyn launches herself at her.
“Uh-uh.” Vi’s hand touches the warm spot between Caitlyn’s thighs. “As much as I would love to give someone a show—” Caitlyn clamps her legs around Vi’s hand. “I think it’s better if we go somewhere else. You can wait,” she warns when Caitlyn starts to complain.
Vi almost takes it back when Caitlyn crosses her arms under her breasts and pulls her bottom lip out.
“No doe eyes will convince me.”
“Ladies, I’m going to need your ID and your drivers license.”
Vi stares back at the grumpy man, hands still around the wheel. She wants to roll her eyes so badly. Instead, she turns to Caitlyn and nods towards her purse, flashing her eyes at her girlfriend. Caitlyn hands the documents and Vi’s license to the officer. The man looks at them again but gives their documents back.
“Have a good night, ladies.”
“Thank you, officer,” Caitlyn says.
Vi turns to her. “Is that how you always talk to cops?”
“Like what?”
“Thank you, officer,” Vi says in an unnecessarily sexy way. “Will you handcuff me, officer? Are you going to put me against the car, officer?” she moans into her ear.
Caitlyn laughs. “Oh my god, fuck you.”
Vi points at her jeans, throwing the car into reverse. “Yeah, I’d very much like to.”
Caitlyn spends the ride home slumped in her seat, pouting and quiet, but as soon as they get home she grabs Vi by her arm and shoves her to the front door, her heels clicking on concrete.
“Jesus, you’re gonna pull my arm—”
Vi has barely gotten through the front door when Caitlyn’s mouth is on hers, messy and sloppy and insatiable. Caitlyn’s coat is crumpled on the floor already. She reaches for Vi’s belt and misses, leaning back into the door and pulling her in. Vi tells her to slow down but her words fall on deaf ears: Caitlyn’s too focused on unbuckling and unbuttoning and pushing her zipper down. She stops when her hand finally makes contact with the hexstrap.
“God, you’re so hard.”
“Caitlyn,” Vi groans. “We should get on the couch, at least.”
Caitlyn shakes her head insistently. “No time. I want you in my mouth.”
Vi watches as Caitlyn slides down—almost falls to her knees and pulls the strap out of her pants. God. Caitlyn knows that Vi can’t think clearly when they’re like this.
“Come here,” Caitlyn whispers, seductive and needy, pulling Vi in and taking the glowing length into her mouth.
“Caitlyn,” Vi keeps whispering. “I’m… If we start, I’m afraid I’m not gonna be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. Please, I wanna make you come.”
Vi has no choice but to lean her hands on the door and surrender. The view of Caitlyn’s sinful red lips around the blue strap is heavenly. Caitlyn is making these desperate sounds, her tongue flicking urgently around the tip before releasing it. Soon Vi’s head drops on the door too, as her hips keep meeting Caitlyn’s wonderful, talented mouth. Vi comes against the door with her hand in Caitlyn’s hair.
She kneels down a second later, unable to resist it anymore, and touches Caitlyn’s bare pussy, rubs hard into her three, four times before Caitlyn is coming too. She’s completely soaked. Satisfied, Vi brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them.
“Happy?”
Caitlyn smiles, relieved. “Yeah.”
Vi stands up and looks down at her, sitting on the floor. “You’re so impatient. You’ve been such a bad girl tonight.”
Caitlyn offers her a raise of her eyebrow and rolls her eyes, biting her lip. “So what, you’re gonna punish me?”
Vi knows Caitlyn’s mind is still fogged up by her orgasm. “Talking back and rolling your eyes at me? Wow, you really want to be tied up tonight.”
Caitlyn sulks. She’s adorable, with her lower lip pulled forward. So tempting, so nice to play with. So Vi goes to their bedroom to retrieve Caitlyn’s favorite scarf to be tied with; at least she’ll understand Vi wants to provide for her needs. Caitlyn’s very needy, tonight she’s more of a brat than usual, but Vi will make her wait.
Once she’s decided enough time has passed, Vi comes back into the living room.
Vi ties Caitlyn up to a chair, hands carefully folded behind her back. Not too tight as to hurt her, but tight enough that it won’t come off with a few pulls. Vi knows how much Caitlyn likes the feeling of the rough fabric straining against her limbs, leaving marks on her skin, too. Marks that scream, My girlfriend tied me up.
“You didn’t answer my question. So, are you gonna be a good girl?” Vi asks. She reaches for the chair between Caitlyn’s legs and pulls it towards her in one strong move, the wooden legs screeching against the floor. “Are you?” she asks again, more imperative now.
Once again she’s met with silence, a shrug of Caitlyn’s shoulder. It’s unnerving. Caitlyn likes it because it makes her feel powerful, not having to answer Vi’s questions. But Vi knows how to make her pay.
“Should I loosen up the ropes?”
Caitlyn shakes her head.
“You like it,” she says, and it’s more of an affirmation than a question.
In fact, Caitlyn smiles that small shy smile of hers. She knows she’s safe around Vi.
“You’re not gonna talk?”
Vi huffs, reaching for the knot of her tie and loosening it until she can take it off. She looks down at her hands, weaving the rough fabric around her fingers.
“Alright, I might as well gag you then.” Caitlyn gasps. Vi arches an eyebrow. “You have anything to say?”
Vi can tell Caitlyn didn’t expect this move. She shakes her head.
“Open your mouth,” she says and puts the tie in her mouth and around her head, making sure it’s adjusted for the right tightness. “You might start drooling.”
Caitlyn moans around the tie, a little theatrically, then gasps again when Vi grabs her hair and pulls it.
“Okay, you remember your colors?”
Caitlyn nods.
“Good girl,” Vi says and Caitlyn squirms.
“You look so pretty. So pretty for me. Oh god, baby, I’m gonna come just by looking at you…”
Caitlyn loves being restrained. It’s been a pleasant surprise, because Vi knows her, every part of her, knows she likes being surprised, likes giving up all control. And well, she looks so lovely with her arms tied up. Completely at Vi’s mercy.
*
Caitlyn watches as Vi makes herself come in her hand. She tugs at the restraints. The thought that seeing her like this might turn Vi on more is exciting. But there’s something that would make this even more perfect. Caitlyn bites her lip.
“Caitlyn, tell me, baby,” Vi says, reaching for her hand once she's untied her. “Tell me what you want.”
Caitlyn ducks her head, like she’s been caught red-handed. “Just leave it, it’s stupid.”
“Alright.”
Vi inhales sharply, then walks over to the kitchen. Her hands are in her pockets. God, Caitlyn feels ridiculous. How could she ever ask such a thing? She doesn’t dare. Vi will judge her.
“Come here,” Vi says.
Caitlyn listens, makes her way to the open space kitchen until she’s standing in front of Vi.
“Take your heels off.”
Caitlyn steps out of her shoes, nudging them aside with her foot. There’s something in Vi’s eyes, she’s sure, she must be mad at her for always being so needy.
“Bend over.”
Caitlyn hesitates. Why would Vi ask her to do this, even if she didn’t have the courage to ask herself?
“Caitlyn, I’m not asking.”
Caitlyn feels her body tremble as she walks to the counter. Vi’s hand, firm on her back, helps her slide down the surface until Caitlyn’s cheek is touching the polished white marble.
She feels Vi’s body pressing against her ass, her back, until she’s whispering in Caitlyn’s ear: “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn confesses, pressing down on the counter.
She has to get on her tiptoes, trembling from the anticipation of what’s about to come. She’s never wanted something so much. How Vi understands her, over and over again, is a miracle to her. Vi’s sliding her hand into Caitlyn’s hair, moving it out of her face and neck, a movement that means: you’re mine.
“You know your colors, baby.”
“Green,” Caitlyn says.
Vi flicks Caitlyn’s skirt over her ass, revealing her bare pussy. The fresh air sends a thrill up Caitlyn’s spine. Caitlyn cries out at the first slap.
Then, “Again! Oh.”
“Too much, or just right?”
Caitlyn gasps. “A… a little softer to start.”
Vi starts slow and not too hard. She’s using her other hand and arm to keep her body under her tight control. Whenever Caitlyn squirms, Vi holds her still.
“Tell me to remain still,” Caitlyn begs.
“Stay still. Keep quiet. Good girl. Know I’m not doing this to punish you in any way. I’m doing it because I know it makes your pussy wet.”
That’s where the power dynamic comes into play. The spanking will increase in intensity until Caitlyn says yellow. But she can handle this. Hell, she wanted it.
“Don’t stop until I beg you to.”
Vi draws back her hand, making her wait and tremble in anticipation, and lands a sharp slap against the underside of her right butt cheek. She follows up with a hard smack across the other cheek. Caitlyn jumps at the next blow, despite it being half the strength of the last. Alternating cheeks and keeping the arc of her movement in a circular direction in order to really cover the entire expanse of skin, Vi delivers slap after slap to Caitlyn’s increasingly sensitive ass. Vi spanks her ten times. Her left arm naturally comes to rest between Caitlyn’s shoulders, allowing her to pin down her writhing body.
“Does that hurt?” Vi slows down. “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m doing this to reward you, because I know you like it so much. Is that so? You like being spanked?”
At this Caitlyn can only somberly murmur her approval, which comes out as a weak sound, like a cat’s meow.
“Well, I love your ass, baby, so this is a great pleasure for me too. I might just come in my pants. Fuck. Good girl. Let me hear you.”
Vi continues spanking her, keeping up the pace until both of Caitlyn’s ass cheeks are sore. Vi must really be enjoying the view.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes. Am I red?”
“A nice pink color.”
“You… you can keep going. If that’s what you want.”
Caitlyn grits her teeth at the sharp upswing of Vi’s strong hand against her bare ass, glad for the sting from the harsh smack.
“Harder,” she says, then winces when Vi complies.
The endorphin rush triggered by the pain is too tempting to resist. But Vi also never understates the psychological aspect of spanking. Caitlyn is ready for the emotional catharsis that arises from this level of submission. She feels her pussy literally dripping with arousal, but Vi hasn’t bothered to check yet. Thank God. Caitlyn would be so ashamed. Switching cheeks yet again, Vi delivers a less intense smack to the fleshiest part of Caitlyn’s butt. Caitlyn’s orgasm comes suddenly and quickly, wetness spilling out of her as she grinds on the counter. After such a strong orgasm, Caitlyn is weak in the knees. Vi helps her up to move to the couch and get in a more comfortable position. Caitlyn straddles Vi’s hips, falling into her and melting into the warmth of her body and mouth. She’s still out of breath.
“Fuck, Vi… I love your lips. I want them.”
Vi tilts her head. “Where?”
“On—on my body. I want them everywhere.”
And God, who knew just talking would make her feel so flustered? Caitlyn is growing hot again. Vi keeps kissing her, silencing her pleas, but she’s not giving her what she wants.
“Do you know what you want?” she asks, looking her straight in the eye. Caitlyn wants to say no but Vi wraps her hand around her neck, making her look down. “Where?”
“Don’t make me say it,” she pants.
“Uh-uh. Don’t play with me.”
Caitlyn swallows. She knows she means it. No one has ever made her feel this way. Vi is still waiting for an answer. This woman keeps stealing her breath with kisses that make her moan and reconsider her whole life. And fuck, Vi is not going to give in until Caitlyn tells her exactly what she wants? Fine.
“I want them…” she swallows, “on my neck.”
Vi smirks. But it’s not enough. She kisses Caitlyn’s cheek, then her jaw, then her lips again. She’s not letting go. Caitlyn is rocking her hips against Vi’s leg, getting a bit of friction that momentarily makes her forget what she’s supposed to say. How does her body know exactly what she wants? But Vi is taking her sweet time removing her vest and unbuttoning her shirt. Tonight she wore a midnight blue three-piece suit, Caitlyn’s favorite. It compliments her eyes and brings out the blue in them. Now, Vi’s looking at Caitlyn in a way that makes her understand this is not going anywhere unless she voices it.
“I want them on my neck. And on my breasts—and—” She takes a sharp breath. Fuck. Why is this so hard? And why is this making her so hot? “And on my thighs… fuck—”
Vi is done unbuttoning her shirt, but decides to leave it on. Her sleeves are rolled up. God, Caitlyn didn’t think a pair of tattooed arms could be so sexy. Vi pulls her closer, her hands on her back, they go lower, much lower, until she grabs her ass and pushes her against her body. Caitlyn audibly moans and Vi reminds her that she needs to be quiet. Then she starts to trail her hands along her body, gently caressing her sides. Vi is touching her in places she didn’t even know needed to be touched. She’s making sure Caitlyn knows what she’s doing. It’s funny how Caitlyn is the taller one but lets Vi take control from time to time.
Caitlyn takes Vi’s beautiful face between her hands and whispers, “Please, kiss me.”
So she does. Vi starts kissing the tops of her breasts. Even through the fabric, Caitlyn can feel the warmth of Vi’s lips, electrifying her entire body. It seems like Vi wants to prolong the moment, but Caitlyn has other plans as she brings Vi’s hands on the top, yanking it off and exposing her breasts. Her tiny skirt rides up, up. Caitlyn’s dress—now a crumpled piece of clothing around her waist—doesn’t have a zipper, so Vi asks her, or well, orders her to raise her arms. Vi’s big, rough hands are on Caitlyn the moment that she sees skin start to show.
“You are an absolute marvel, you know that?”
But she knows that Caitlyn doesn’t like it when she says things like that.
“Vi…”
“That’s it. Say my name.”
Caitlyn throws her head back, letting Vi kiss the exposed skin. She leaves dozens of little open-mouthed kisses there, sucking at the smooth expanse, enjoying every sound she can get out of her.
“You know, I could make you come just like this,” Vi adds as she sucks on a nipple.
Caitlyn’s worried she’s gonna leave a hickey. But who else would see it anyway?
“Where else do you want my lips, sweetheart?”
“I want them on me. I want them on—on my… my pussy.” It’s a word Caitlyn only reserves for sex. Vi knows how much shame she still feels voicing it. “I want you to kiss me there . I want to feel you inside… inside me.”
“Good girl. I wanted you to say that. The things I would do to you…” Vi whispers against her heated skin, their chests touching.
“Tell me.”
“I would pin you against the wall, and then I would get on my knees for you. Would you like that?”
“I would like that very much. I would also like if you took some clothes off. You’re overdressed.”
“You are a sight for sore eyes, Kiramman.”
“S-stop calling me that. Come here.” She reaches for Vi’s chin and pulls her in for a kiss.
“Stop calling you Kiramman or stop calling you beautiful?”
“Just fucking stop talking.” Caitlyn rips open her blue shirt. “Take that off.”
*
So Vi does. And makes her watch every second of it while she pops every button off its hole. She takes her shirt off in one move and throws it on the ground, exposing her chest.
“You look so good.”
“I look even better when I’m tasting you.”
Caitlyn’s trembling beneath her, not because it’s too much but because she wants more, she always wants more. Vi’s legs are tired, but her tongue isn’t. She positions herself between Caitlyn’s legs, admiring the wetness spilling from her pussy, still clenching around nothing. She wants it so bad.
“You said you wanted my tongue inside you. Let me clean you up.”
She kisses down her belly, over her hips, kisses the stretch marks and scars here and there, whispering beautiful or so pretty every now and then. God, Vi really lucked out. With a gentle nudge, Vi directs Caitlyn to lift one leg over her shoulder.
When Caitlyn finally feels Vi’s mouth on her, she makes an indecent sound. Like it’s all she ever wanted in life. She lifts her hips up, wanting more. The first taste is sweet and thick, and they both moan at the same time when Vi dips her tongue into the wet heat. She barely brushes along the outer folds, circling the clit without really touching it, and teasing Caitlyn with a few quick flicks of her tongue.
Caitlyn gulps in a mouthful of air. “Oh, God, Vi. You’re killing me.”
Taking mercy on her, Vi swipes her tongue more firmly over her clit and then presses closer and sucks it into her mouth. Loudly. Caitlyn is clutching the couch with both hands and rolling her head from side to side on the pillow. Tremors begin to ripple through her, like an impending earthquake, and Vi feels a slow pulsing against her tongue. Caitlyn’s hips start to buck uncontrollably, lost in pleasure. Vi slides her hands beneath her and clutches her ass, keeping her pressed against her. So close. Slowly, guided by Caitlyn’s rhythm, she increases her sucking and reaches up to massage one breast. But after a few more laps it’s clear that Caitlyn’s reaching for something she can’t have.
“I can’t—fuck,” she says, frustrated.
“It’s okay babe, no pressure to come.”
“I know, I just need… a different position.”
Caitlyn is rarely able to come without strong pressure, always needs her legs pressed closed and taut. Without much of a warning, Caitlyn’s amazing legs bracket Vi’s body and reverse their position. Vi finds herself face up, inches away from Caitlyn’s sex.
“Fuck, baby, is this better?”
Above her, Caitlyn holds her upper body on the headrest and agrees. Vi knows she wants to grind her clit against her face.
“God. Okay then, fuck it. If I die, I die,” she says, pressing Caitlyn’s thighs down into her face.
Caitlyn starts off slowly and then loses herself in a rhythmic heat, pressing herself into Vi’s face, anywhere until she can get the right pressure, just enough to tip her over the edge. Caitlyn’s hands reach up to fondle her own breasts, and fuck, that’s hot to watch. Caitlyn rides Vi’s face, cutting her breath, stars of pleasure exploding all around them, in Vi’s pelvis. Vi’s hands are firm against Caitlyn’s ass, helping her down. This would be an amazing way to die: death by Caitlyn Kiramman’s thighs.
With a groan that’s more like a shout, Caitlyn throws her head back, gripping Vi’s hair as she comes. Her body arches up, up and then goes still, dropping forward against the couch, satisfied and satiated. Vi swipes her tongue one last time, evoking a shudder. She’s always so sensitive after. Caitlyn finally lets go of the poor cloth covering the couch and tugs on Vi’s shoulder. Caitlyn sits back on her heels, smiling and blushing. She’s beautiful, a grin curling her wicked mouth. Her hair flings over one shoulder, a cascade of sapphire waves that Vi wants to sink her hand into. So she sits up and does it. Short nails scraping at her scalp, the other one tracing the sinful curve of her waist. It’s one of her favorite parts of her body, the way it fits perfectly in her hands, the way her ribs show up under her skin. She grips onto it tighter, her fingertips leaving red marks and traces of wetness behind.
Vi puts her index finger on Caitlyn’s lips and at first Caitlyn is still, because maybe she thinks Vi wants her to be silent, but then Vi puts a slight pressure on them and Caitlyn understands she has to open her mouth. Vi slides a finger inside and Caitlyn looks like she can’t help but close her eyes.
“That’s right.”
Vi pulls her finger out and slides it over her body, over her breasts and her belly, then wets it again with her own saliva, just to make sure.
Caitlyn swallows. “I don’t think you need to do that.”
“Oh, I know. But I like it,” Vi confesses, winking.
Vi runs her finger on Caitlyn’s slit, brushing against her swollen clit. Caitlyn gasps and circles her hips harder, whimpering harder. Then Caitlyn throws her head back, hair barely covering her nipples, riding her hand. Vi is sure she can fit one more finger, so she does. Caitlyn only rides her harder. That’s her girl. She has a perfect view of where her fingers disappear, sinking inside her tight wet heat, underneath a patch of trimmed dark blue curls. This is her favorite version of Caitlyn: fucking herself on Vi’s fingers. Stroking her through the aftershocks of her orgasm that will surely lead to another.
“That was so, so good, baby,” Vi drops a kiss to her face, “You did so good. I love you.”
*
“Do you want me to stop?”
That fucking question. Caitlyn looks at Vi as if she were mad, muttering, “Fuck no, don’t ever stop.”
“Then spread your legs.” Caitlyn does. “Wider.” She doesn’t need to, but the fact that Vi is asking makes her blush. “Wider.” Caitlyn whimpers again, pathetically, and does as she’s told. Maybe she does like taking orders.
So Vi kisses her again. She finds a bruise on her thigh and kisses that too. It’s intoxicating. Everything that Vi is, is intoxicating. But Lord… Caitlyn would die right then and there. Vi puts a finger on her entrance. She pushes in and at the same time, leans in to kiss her. Caitlyn grips onto the couch pillows, biting her lower lip.
Vi touches it, adding, “Oh, I’ll bite that for you. I love this mouth of yours.”
Caitlyn groans into her mouth as she shifts her hips to welcome Vi inside her. She rocks into her finger as if her life depended on it, because maybe it does. Because if she doesn’t come again soon she’s going to go crazy. Vi gladly swallows each one of Caitlyn’s moans, panting into her too, stealing her breath and filling her mind with dirty thoughts. She stops kissing her but doesn’t stop the slow-paced movement of her hand.
“You’re so perfect.”
As she says that, Vi hits a delicious spot that’s just right with her finger, while her palm rubs against Caitlyn’s engorged clit.
“Oh… oh, do it again— again!” she begs.
Caitlyn holds on to her and starts making these guttural sounds that Vi has to silence by putting her hand over her mouth. She grips her shoulders even more, shutting her eyes and letting herself feel everything that Vi is. Everything that Vi is giving her. She pulls all the way back, trying for a second finger.
Caitlyn loses it when she starts making these little ah-ah-ah sounds right into Vi’s ear, whp keeps thrusting her fingers into her, curving them and hitting her sex with the palm of her hand. She drops her head to the crook of Caitlyn’s neck, kissing it. Caitlyn wraps her thighs around Vi, pushing into her hand, trying to get impossibly closer. Caitlyn opens her mouth but no sounds come out. She sucks in a breath as the feeling of Vi overwhelms her.
Then, “I think I’m going to—”
“Open your eyes. Let me look at you. I want to look at you.”
And Caitlyn knows, she knows that her eyelids are going to flutter closed. Still, she tries to look at Vi’s face as her hips never stop rocking and her nipples harden and she keeps moaning. Vi watches Caitlyn as she spasms around her fingers, and Caitlyn swears this is the closest thing to heaven she has ever experienced. Caitlyn trembles but keeps the eye contact as she rides out her orgasm, which quickly turns into another until Caitlyn can’t ask for more.
They both go still, Vi’s hand covered in her wetness is now resting on Caitlyn’s thigh. She lowers her head until it’s on Vi’s shoulder, buries her face in her hair, breathless and heaving.
“Fuck, Caitlyn. I need to be inside you.”
“How about you try to be patient for once? Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
“How about you shut up and sit on my strap like the good girl you are? Absence only makes my dick harder.”
Caitlyn audibly moans.
Vi opens her legs a bit. “Straddle me.”
Caitlyn straddles her and feels another rush of heat pool between her legs as her sex touches the tip of the hex strap. Fuck. She loves that Vi is able to feel it. It’s bigger now and pulsing for her. Vi must really be hurting. Vi is looking at her with what Caitlyn would describe as pure lust in her eyes. In fact, Vi begins to push her hips up. Caitlyn’s body momentarily falters as she catches herself with her hands, on either side of Vi’s head. One more time, she’s the one on top, but Vi has all the control in this.
“Move with me,” she demands, trying to move Caitlyn’s body with her own.
They begin to pick up a pace and Caitlyn starts riding her, feeling something familiar build inside of her, down until her lower abdomen. Her breath catches when Vi touches her breasts, gently at first, and then takes a nipple between her lips. Caitlyn starts grinding down harder, frustrated, trying to find an angle that works better for the both of them.
Then, Vi shifts and she lets out an, “Oh—oh,” that screws up Caitlyn’s synapses.
“Right there,” she begs, sitting up straighter.
She moans at the loss of Vi’s mouth on her tits, but her back arches in a painfully delightful way. She puts her hands on Vi’s abdomen, her nails leaving red imprints. Caitlyn involuntarily lets out a moan, one hand going up to cover her mouth. And somehow that prompts Vi to go faster.
“Shh. Keep quiet. They’re gonna hear us.”
Caitlyn’s hand slams down, her mouth open. “Let them hear.”
Vi is definitely enjoying the view: Caitlyn’s body moving so confidently above her, her breasts bouncing with every movement, hot skin for ends to touch. Vi reaches around and grabs Caitlyn’s ass to keep her in place and to stop her from losing balance. The couch is not the greatest place to experiment these positions. Caitlyn briefly thinks about Vi tasting her again and she groans loudly.
“I could watch you forever,” Vi says.
Caitlyn is getting close to her high, but she wants to do more to give Vi pleasure. So she opens her hips more and Vi takes advantage of that to slip a hand between their legs. God, Caitlyn is soaked.
“I need it rough now, Vi. I can’t take it slow,” she says, grasping her pink hair. “Yesss,” she hisses. “Like that.”
Vi grabs Caitlyn’s hip with one hand and lets her other thumb slide on her clit. Caitlyn is now riding her as she pushes and pushes and feels the inevitable goosebumps rise on her skin. Vi can’t know it, but penetrative sex has never been it for Caitlyn until she came into her life. Speaking of coming. Caitlyn really needs to come right now.
“Can you just—just keep touching me?” she pleads.
Vi holds onto Caitlyn’s waist and keeps pushing up into her. Caitlyn looks down to see where their bodies become one and would be ashamed of the sounds she’s making if this was any other situation. The sight of their hips meeting over and over again, the strap buried to the hilt, is gorgeous. Caitlyn’s walls flutter so easily around Vi, pumping into her. At one point, Vi touches a delicious spot on the back of Caitlyn’s thigh, right where it meets her backside, which threatens to send her over the edge. Her movements become erratic, more eager; her hips buckle down, down, the couch below them shaking with every thrust. Until—
Caitlyn throws her head back with a heavy gasp while Vi releases her cum into her. Caitlyn comes almost in tandem. Vi’s other hand is now completely coated in her essence, laying tiredly on the couch. Thank God she has Vi’s strong body to keep her up or else Caitlyn would have already fallen down.
*
After a few more heated and sloppy kisses, Vi carries Caitlyn’s tired and sweaty body to their bedroom, as if she were a bride. But all romantic and platonic thoughts get thrown out the window at the sight of Caitlyn’s spread legs when she drops her on the mattress. Vi crawls towards her the way an apex predator would approach its prey, then traces a finger around Caitlyn’s swollen folds.
“How pretty. And all mine.”
She wants to make her scream, and then she wants to remind her that she has to keep quiet. Her hand eventually sneaks lower to graze the slippery heat of her labia with an exploratory fingertip.
“Yesss,” Caitlyn repeats, far too eager to disguise her need.“Please.”
“Please, what?”
Vi swirls a finger around her opening to
collect the copious juices, then paints a sensual line up to circle the engorged clit.
“Please feel how wet your cunt has gotten? Please stick my finger inside your tight hole and fuck it already?”
Vi unleashes another medium-strength slap to the side of her ass, followed by a pinch to Caitlyn’s still wet, throbbing clit. Caitlyn moans at the swat that lands between her leg and her sensitized labia. Chasing the fleeting contact, Caitlyn rocks against Vi’s hand, mindlessly humping the palm that’s brought her so much pleasure. When Vi ventures deeper between her labia to swirl around her opening, Caitlyn pleads with her to keep going. Vi sinks half of her finger into her, then stops. Pressing down on Caitlyn’s clit, she draws fast, focused circles around the swollen tip, a maneuver that rewards her with a handful of cum in just under a minute.
Vi’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Are you always this easy, Miss Kiramman? My, my. Someone missed me. You want my strap now?”
Caitlyn answers with a vigorous nod.
“Good. On all fours, then.”
Caitlyn whimpers and obliges, fingers laced behind her lower back in perfect submission. She gasps when Vi’s hands grip her hips and tug her backward, then obediently lowers her chest to bed and raises her pussy into the air. Caitlyn is pressed even more firmly against the hot dildo.
“Let’s see if you’re wet enough…” Vi teases, releasing her hit to graze over the soaked folds exposed by the new position. Two fingers gather the hot juices at her entrance for a few tantalizing seconds before pulling away. “Lucky me.”
“Oh god Vi, it’s so big.”
“I know baby, I knew you would like it. Are you gonna take it all the way?”
“Yes, yes.”
Vi tries not to think about the way the strap slides in too easily or the way Caitlyn arches into her—or the way her mouth goes wide and her eyes close and she throws her head back as she fully welcomes her inside.
“Please.”
And as much as she would want to tease her more, to make her suffer, to make her beg… Vi abides. Vi loves the sight of the strap buried into her vagina, especially loves fucking Caitlyn from behind, where she can get a great view of her ass moving with every stroke. Watching the strap going in and out is hypnotizing, her length gliding against Caitlyn’s cheeks adding even more pleasure to the vision. Before she knows it, Vi’s grabbing Caitlyn’s ass and pressing into her while a hand lands on her right cheek. And Jesus, Caitlyn is so warm. Warm and tight and welcoming. Vi is not going to let her win.
“You’re so hot, baby, so hot and tight and wet…”
Vi can feel Caitlyn still clenching around it.
*
Her whole body shakes, once again thrown into orgasm by Vi’s intimate proximity and the dirty words being murmured into her ear.
“I’m coming for you!” she cries out, flooded with shame over not having asked permission first. “Vi, fuck—”
The moment passes so fast it’s gone before Caitlyn can think about it, and Vi doesn’t reprimand her. Instead, she turns her around a bit roughly, so they can be face to face now. The head of the dildo replaces Vi’s fingers to poke insistently against Caitlyn’s slick opening, ready to slide in with only the barest application of pressure. Caitlyn holds her breath, eager for what’s to come. This time there’s no taunting, only the satisfaction of Vi re-entering her with a ravenous growl. Caitlyn’s head shoots up and she gasps, struck by the unreal feeling of fullness and completion. Looking at Vi’s body is already so mesmerizing, but feeling it against her body, warm and soft, their chests touching, nipples grazing against each other’s, makes her even more crazy, if that’s possible. She wants more, Vi’s mouth everywhere. She wants to feel her against every part of her, and shows it as she pushes her nails into her skin, down her back until she meets the belt of her pants, passing through it, putting her hands in her boxers and grabbing her ass. This way she can feel every movement of her pelvis against her palms and, on a particularly hard push, sinks her fingers into her flesh, while Vi’s guttural groans fill the room. Caitlyn can tell she’s letting go, too.
“More,” she whispers, when she’s so close to the height of pleasure that she no longer can take a slow rhythm. “I want more. Harder.”
On the verge of orgasm for the umpteenth time this evening, Caitlyn fights to hold off the inevitable but can’t stop her thighs from shaking at the skillful rhythm of Vi’s full, shallow, controlled thrusts.
“Like this?”
Vi sinks deeper with every stroke, hitting spots Caitlyn never even knew existed inside her. Increasingly self-conscious about the vulgar sounds of her arousal, Caitlyn bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from begging. Caitlyn moans with Vi, angling her face so she can witness the pleasure Vi is giving her. She tightens her grip on her as strong hands seize her around the waist and shove her away from Vi’s warm body and nearly off the dildo altogether. Then Caitlyn cries out in ecstasy at the swift reintroduction of every inch. A hand sweeps beneath her chest, cupping her breast ahead of another deliberately forceful thrust.
“I can feel how tightly you’re squeezing me. I want us to come together.” Vi pulls back and makes sure she has Caitlyn’s attention. “Okay?”
Caitlyn nods, spreading her legs wider and cries out again, “Oh, yes!” while simultaneously pushing against Vi and pulling her down.
It’s almost too much for her, but she’s going to bear it. When Vi starts up an insistent rhythm inside Caitlyn, her face twists up in pleasure, and soon after bliss spreads across her body. Happiness has a name, and it’s Vi’s. Rocking to their own beat, the two of them synced together. Then Vi eases the pad of her thumb over Caitlyn’s clitoris and they muffle their moans against each other’s mouths when they come almost simultaneously. Caitlyn thinks she’s done with orgasms, or that at least she owes another one to Vi, but her lover has other intentions. In fact, she asks Caitlyn to keep her legs tucked and open while one hand flies across her sex, so wet it’s dripping onto the bed, and the other fucks inside her, hitting her G spot continuously. She flicks her clit two, three, ten times until Caitlyn’s screaming, approaching a new climax and a wave of liquid wetness comes out of her at full force. Fuck. Did she just—
She pushes her head up, looking at Vi’s face. For a moment Caitlyn thinks she’s peed herself, but no. Watching the liquid dripping from Vi’s chin, she realizes she’s just squirted for the first time in her life. She didn’t even think that was an option. Vi is completely shocked, but smiling.
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits.
“God, Caitlyn, you did so good,” Vi praises her. “Cait, you’re just so, so fucking perfect.”
“Come here,” Caitlyn encourages, her voice hoarse.
Vi happily complies, sliding back up and enjoying the brush of the sweat-dampened body against hers. She settles half on top of Caitlyn, one leg tucked between her thighs.
“Can we talk about what you called me yesterday? Was it a one time thing?” Vi asks.
She means when Caitlyn called her daddy.
“Vi, I don’t—”
“It’s okay, Cait. I liked it. Like a lot.”
“Yeah?”
“It really turned me on. I know it shouldn’t.”
“It’s okay if it turns you on. Was I the first?”
“The first and last, hopefully.”
Vi grins against her mouth, then reaches out to the bedside table to get some water for the both of them. Caitlyn is going to need a lot of aftercare after this.