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Vi was surprised to hear the door open. She hadn’t expected Cailtyn to be back for at least another hour. Caitlyn dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes before lightly stomping to the couch where she promptly plopped. Vi had always thought Caitlyn was particularly adorable when she was grumpy, but clearly something had happened.
Vi made her way to the back of the couch, sliding her hands into Caitlyn’s hair, gently massaging her scalp. Caitlyn leaned into the sensation, groaning at the feeling as Vi traced her hands down, massaging Cait’s tense shoulders.
“What’s up, Cupcake?”
“The dressmaker said I was too tall.”
“It’s a custom shop, what do you mean she said you were too tall?”
“Well, she didn’t actually say the words, ‘you’re too tall’ but that’s what she meant.”
Vi continued her gentle ministrations, waiting for Caitlyn to elaborate.
“There was nothing available for me to try and she kept making this shocked sound while she was taking measurements. Even Powder noticed, Vi, I can’t go back there.”
Caitlyn was typically a confident woman. Self assured, stubborn, brilliant and beautiful by any measure. Vi had never heard her like this, and she was pissed.
“Don’t go back. Fuck that lady, we’ll find somewhere else. We’ll go to Ionia, I don’t give a damn.”
Caitlyn leaned her head back to look up at Vi, tears brimming in her blue eyes. “I’m sorry, darling, I know this is silly, I just can’t bear to feel that way while planning our wedding. I won’t.”
“I know, love, it’s okay,” Vi said before leaning down to kiss her fiancée’s forehead. “How about you get cleaned up, wash off the day?”
Caitlyn nodded, kissing both of Vi’s hands as she removed them from her shoulders and made her way to the bathroom. Vi began her preparations as soon as she heard the shower turn on, bringing Caitlyn a tea before heading to their bedroom. Vi tidied their space, knowing Caitlyn would have a difficult time relaxing if it were messy. Vi slid open the mirror clad closet doors opposite their bed, grabbing a change of clothes and her harness. Unsure what size Caitlyn may be in the mood for, she opted for their larger dildo, knowing Caitlyn could take it (mostly) comfortably, given the right circumstances.
Vi slipped on a tank and a pair of sweatpants, placing her other equipment to the side of their bed, out of immediate view, and waited.
Warm from the shower, Caitlyn came into their bedroom, making her way to the closet before being stopped by Vi’s voice.
“Nuh-uh, gorgeous. Get over here.” Vi patted the bed next to her, making her request clear.
Caitlyn pulled the towel from her body, climbing into bed next to Vi. Vi reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over Caitlyn’s face, pulling her to meet her eyes.
“Hey, baby.” Vi smiled up at Caitlyn who met her gaze, smiling in return. Vi began a slow caress, down Caitlyn’s neck, between her breasts, tracing her fingers over everything she could reach.
“Do you know how I spend most of my time?”
“I imagine you work, darling,” Caitlyn said, closing her eyes, leaning back into her pillow, smiling.
“Yes, that is technically true, I do work. But truthfully, while I’m at work, or at the gym or at the store, or really anywhere you’re not, I think endlessly about you.” Caitlyn smiled again at the admission. “I wonder what you’re thinking, what you’re doing, how you’re feeling. More than anything, I think about how painfully jealous I am because all these people around you have the absolute privilege of looking at you.” Caitlyn blushed at this. Obviously, she knew that Vi liked her, they were getting married, after all. But knowing something and being told about it often are two different things, eliciting very different responses.
“What do you think about when you’re with me, then? Like now?”
Vi bit her lip, smirking up at her fiancée. “Well, I think about this,” she said, swinging her leg over Caitlyn’s hip, straddling her with a grin. Caitlyn began to giggle, but stopped when Vi’s lips met hers. Vi was hungry, and she kissed like it. Caitlyn gripped Vi’s hair, pulling her closer, closer, closer as Vi began to rub gently down Caitlyn’s torso.
Vi broke away breathless, shifting her body down to slide her leg between Caitlyn’s. Pressing her body up, she ground into Caitlyn, kissing her neck under her ear.
Caitlyn let out a groan, pressing her hips back up against Vi, quickly finding a rhythm.
“I think about this, too. I think about how you taste and how well you always take me.” Caitlyn lifted her hips faster, desperate for relief from the growing tension in her stomach.
“I think about fucking you with my fingers. How you always beg for more, how greedy you get.”
Vi could feel Caitlyn’s arousal soaking through her pants, the other woman panting and whining above her. Vi knew she was close. She could practically feel Cait clenching around nothing, needing something to push her over the edge.
“Sometimes, I think about fucking you with my cock. Fuck, baby, you look so pretty, taking me so well, like the good little slut you are.” Vi’s voice dropped low, biting Caitlyn’s neck as she shook, reaching her climax with a sharp cry.
Caitlyn chuckled as she came down from her high, pulling Vi into her and kissing her soundly. Still giggling, Caitlyn flopped her head back and forth, stopping only when she noticed something on the floor.
“Vi…what have you got there?”
“Oh, I was just…trying to be prepared. We don’t have to if you don’t want!
“No, I want. I want, darling, please.”
Vi sat up, pulling Caitlyn with her and into a deep kiss. Caitlyn met her intensity beautifully, as she always did, biting and sucking at every opportunity. Caitlyn could feel herself begin to press into Vi again, hoping to hurry Vi along.
Vi, knowing exactly what Caitlyn was doing, pulled her lips back and out of reach, tugging Caitlyn’s nipples as she pressed harder into Caitlyn’s cunt.
“Vi!” Caitlyn cried, throwing her head back. “Please, please, fill me, fuck me, take me however you want, I just need you touch me,” Caitlyn begged, her heart pounding at the prospect.
“Will you be good, baby?” Caitlyn nodded her head frantically, her face flushed with want, she could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs.
“Yes, darling, yes I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Don’t tell me, tell her.” Caitlyn had no opportunity to process the request before Vi tugged her hair, pulling her to meet her own gaze in the mirror. Vi leaned closer to Cait’s ear, whispering through gritted teeth, “Tell that beautiful woman you’ll be good.”
Caitlyn tried to avert her gaze, self conscious in her obvious wanting, but was unable to move, as Vi’s grip remained tight in her hair. She acquiesced, reluctantly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she complied, “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, I promise.”
“That’s my girl,” Vi said with a smirk. She offered a small nibble down Caitlyn’s neck, eliciting a whimper from the other woman, before climbing off the bed and arranging her harness. Caitlyn hadn’t yet seen which dildo Vi had chosen for her, and she felt her mouth water as she watched Vi slip the harness over her hips, their larger dildo protruding from her hips.
“Fuck,” Cait murmured, feeling herself begin to buzz with anticipation. Vi, though she wasn’t meant to hear, had, and smiled up at her fiancée with a wolfish grin.
“Come here, pretty girl.”
Instead of acknowledging the request verbally, Caitlyn scooted closer to the edge of the bed, moving to lay on her back, face toward Vi, and looked up at her partner with a smirk. Caitlyn had never offered this before, and Vi was so surprised, all she could do was stare down at her fiancée in awe. Caitlyn, recognizing Vi’s pause as shock rather than discomfort, licked her lips before lining the dildo up to her mouth, and pulling Vi into her by her straps.
Vi let out a groan, knowing full well that she couldn’t actually feel what Caitlyn was doing to her cock, but loving the visual all the same. At Caitlyn’s insistence, Vi began to slowly pump her hips, pressing the cock further and further into Caitlyn’s wanting mouth. Vi, ever concerned about her partner, didn’t press too hard or too deeply, instead leaning forward and taking Caitlyn’s nipple in her mouth. Caitlyn let out a surprised yelp, muffled by the movement in her mouth. Vi continued to pump her hips slowly, worshiping Caitlyn’s chest as she reached her arm up and between Caitlyn’s soaked thighs. Caitlyn’s response was immediate. She began to buck her hips up, in search of any contact that might ease the growing ache. Vi began slow, intentional circles over Caitlyn’s clit with her fingers, refusing to focus on one area for too long, knowing that Cait may come from this alone. Vi worked over Caitlyn’s cunt with care, pressing and tracing the beautiful lines there, as Cait continued to take her cock, moaning in pleasure around it. Vi dipped her fingers into Caitlyn, only to the first knuckle, when she felt Cait press back on her hips hard.
Concerned she’d hurt her, Vi stumbled backward, watching closely as Caitlyn rolled to her stomach, pushing up to her knees and crushing her lips against Vi’s. Vi devoured her, biting at her lips and licking into her mouth as Cait pulled her ever closer. Vi pressed on Caitlyn’s inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs wider so Vi could slide her cock against Caitlyn’s wetness. Vi ground her hips into Caitlyn, slapping her ass with a loud smack as she kissed and sucked down Caitlyn’s neck. Caitlyn, to her credit, was still moving against Vi, despite the quiver in her legs growing more and more erratic.
“Vi…Vi, baby, please, I can’t-” Caitlyn wrapped her arms around the fiancée, holding herself up against her.
Vi nodded against Caitlyn’s neck, sucking one last mark into her pulse point as she motioned to turn Caitlyn around, pressing her chest to the bed and lining herself up, exactly where Caitlyn needed her.
Caitlyn closed her eyes, waiting (almost) patiently for Vi to enter her. Vi gripped her hips, massaging them gently before winding a hand up her back and to her hair, pulling it so Caitlyn had no other option than to look at herself in the mirror.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Cupcake?”
“H-hm?”
“Absolute fucking perfection.” At the final word, Vi slipped into Caitlyn, watching her face contort in the mirror with a groan. Vi pressed in slowly, wanting Caitlyn to feel every sensation, every ridge and bump of her cock as she filled her, again and again. Caitlyn, frustrated at the slow pace, reached behind her, searching for any part of Vi she could grab. Vi caught her hands and collected them together behind her back, slowing her pace until she was no longer thrusting, keeping her cock fully inside her. Caitlyn groaned at the sight in front of her - Vi, behind her, filling her, holding her, her long legs creating the perfect position to be taken like this.
“Now, my love, you promised that beautiful woman you would be good for me, didn’t you?”
“Y-y-yes…”
“Alright then.” Vi released Caitlyn’s hands, holding them in her own as they, together, traced up Caitlyn’s body, then above her head. “Be,” thrust “good,” thrust.
Caitlyn let out a shaky moan at every thrust, gripping the sheet above her head as Vi fucked her harder, faster, just the way she needed it. Leaning over her body, Vi caressed Caitlyn’s breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples, shifting her hips until Caitlyn began to quiver again. Knowing she was close, Vi bit her shoulder blade, sliding her hand down between Caitlyn’s legs, and rubbed quick, firm circles over her clit.
Caitlyn fell apart at the contact, shaking and whimpering, making the sweetest sounds Vi had ever heard. Vi slowed her pace, feeling how tight Cait was, knowing she didn’t need to do much more to draw out this orgasm.
Once Caitlyn appeared to regain consciousness, Vi slipped her cock out slowly, helping Cait to roll over before stepping out of her harness and sliding between her fiancée’s thighs. Caitlyn pulled Vi into her, giggling as Vi placed small kisses all over her neck.
Vi pulled back, looking down at her seriously. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, handsome,” Caitlyn responded with a smile. “Thank you.”
Vi chuckled as she snuggled her face back into Caitlyn’s neck. “You never have to thank me for that, gorgeous. The pleasure is all mine.”
They spent a good portion of their evening entwined in one another, Vi tracing patterns over Caitlyn’s thighs and stomach, and anywhere else someone may dare to make incredibly stupid comments about. Vi couldn’t fix Caitlyn’s insecurities, but she was determined to make her feel loved, that day and every day after.