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And what is meant for you
Will be divinely timed –
Not too fast, not too slow
But right on time, every time.
Falling in love with Blonde Blazer was easy.
How could you not, after all? Everyone did.
Perhaps it was the flash of her smile after a successful rescue mission, playing back on hundreds of thousands of televisions across state-wide, a beacon of hope on the evening news – from her serious visage to the goofy gust of air she blew to get the stray, blonde strands of hair out of her face.
Or could it be the unwavering solidarity she showed for the vulnerable, as if she was one of them? Her voice nothing short of a clarion of clarity, a call for justice through the thick fog that served as the injustice of life.
Probably it was in her annoying punctuality, sense of diplomacy, attempts to reason with even the worst of the worst. She was never late to a disaster, never failed to show up to save the day, she served as a living promise that help would always arrive to those in need.
The list continued of her virtues – courage, selflessness, strength –, and her perfect image was built for the public’s adoration. Whereas said list showed signs of superficiality, even her place on the “one hundred most women beautiful who ever graced our planet Earth” list was deserved too.
Loving Blonde Blazer was as natural as turning your face to the Sun.
But falling in love with Mandy, who was much of the same, differently intensive in hues and colors, was even easier.
Where Blonde Blazer was the brilliant, blinding noon, Mandy was the gentle, lingering twilight, revealing a myriad of stars you never knew existed.
Your admiration for Blonde Blazer and adoration for Mandy – where did it all begin? Where did it blur? Would distinction be necessary when the two women were the same?
For you, it was that no matter how harried her morning was, she’d always remember your 9 AM coffee, adding only a single cube of sugar and leaving it on a coaster because she knew you hated the marks it left on your desk.
But it also could have been her solidarity, this time with the masses, but with you – when she’d stand up to a difficult client on a conference call, her voice firm, eyes glimmering with undoubted protection for you. If anyone gave you a hard time, she’d always squeeze your index and middle finger under the table, returning to a game you were both adept at.
How could the woman who wrestled interdimensional beasts be laid low by a spreadsheet that refused to format correctly? And why was the sight of her adorably grumbling at her frozen computer screen more endearing to you than anytime she was featured on the front page of news after a victory?
Without a doubt, she carried the same decisiveness she saved cities with in her heart, as she planned your weekend getaways to sights you’ve never seen. Fairs, bakeries, a distant farm where you could pretend you were goat-keepers and that is all your lives revolved around.
You wondered if she had any idea that when she’d bite her lip in concentration while trying to fold a fitted sheet was more captivating to you than any battle she’d ever fought as Blonde Blazer. Could she possibly know that the sound of her off-key humming in the next room was more of a powerful shield, better at keeping your demons at bay, than the energy field she could generate?
As everyone else, Blonde Blazer was the hero you admired. But Mandy, you not only saw – but wanted to come home to every single day. To you, no matter what barrier she hid behind – what layer she put on to defend herself, her anxieties were obvious. It made her heart wrenchingly human when she struggled with something so common.
The way she curled up on the couch after a long day, not as a hero, but as a woman who was actively seeking comfort, you felt privileged that you were the one to provide her with it. Any award she’d been honored with dwarfed in comparison to your own victory.
In the mundane, ordinary and gloriously un-heroic moments where it was just you and her, you thought that falling in love with Mandy was infinitely easier than it ever was to idolize the perfect but distant hero Blonde Blazer was.
Blonde Blazer saved the cities – but Mandy saved your afternoons, Blonde Blazer fought monsters but Mandy tackled your loneliness with nothing more than a snuggle and a bag of chips. The grand things were for the papers – your love was entirely your own.
You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
You leaned back against the cool enamel, the hot water a silken weight against your skin. Sitting opposite of you, your girlfriend’s head tilted back against a folded towel, and her eyes were closed. In the candlelight, her alabaster skin gained an opulent golden hue, and the milky water that smelled like jasmine offered a ripple-free reflection, so long neither of you moved.
Droplets of water jewelled her temple and traced the striking lines of her collarbones. Her brunette hair, slightly darkened by the moisture, was piled in a loose hold with a claw-clip, from which delicate tendrils escaped and clung to the elegant line of her neck and the glistening of her temple.
The slope of her shoulders was a gentle mountain range, the length of her legs on either side of you a delicate hold you never wished to wiggle free from. A single bubble sat right on her kneecap, a tiny iridescent world on its own. You occasionally glanced at it, fighting the urge to pop it.
You watched the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest, a rhythm your own soul picked up without even having to try. You thought of how for so long, nights like this only existed in your dreams – the type that you never considered could even come true.
And now, somehow, you were here.
How did I get here?
The thought was dizzying. You were akin to a scholar who, after a lifetime of studying the stars with a telescope was invited to walk among them. You bore the luck of a miner who, after years of chipping at common stone, finally broke through to a vein of crystals that sung.
If you were a sailor lost at sea, she’d be your lighthouse. If your life was a never-ending battle, she was the first moment of peace and quiet you had. A taste for the food-critic that could never be satisfied; the magnum opus of an artist.
So, you were gawking. It was hard not to. With hearts in your eyes and devotion of your soul, the thought of being brought to your knees by religion crossed your mind, too. If you were a pilgrim, she was the shrine you never thought you’d be allowed to touch.
When her eyelashes fluttered, a pearly droplet of water ran down on her chest, almost as if she felt the weight of your love. The candlelight caught the deep blue of her irises, melting them into a pool of liquid sapphire. She blinked slowly, knowingly – thoroughly aware of each other, you were that once in a lifetime experience.
Certainty eclipsed any doubt. You knew you were the luckiest soul to ever draw breath.
Mandy was the first one to shift in the water. It sloshed gently as she closed in on you, placing the cup she was holding onto on the surface of the nearby sink.
“You’re staring,” she whispered, and you swore your stomach just did a somersault. Regardless, she just stated the obvious – so you huffed some air lightly out of your nose, the faint ghost of a smile tracing your lips. “See something you like?”
Another evident question. She was evil for trying to hear something she already knew – you were in love with her, yes, you thought she was the most beautiful soul you ever laid eyes on, yes. So what else was there to say? What more could you do?
One of your hands rose from the steamy water, settling on her cheek. Your eyes dropped from hers to her lips, climbed up again, and then lowered. “Yeah,” you breathed, leaning closer – and kept your eyes open just long enough to see her eyelashes flutter. The kiss never came, but she looked adorable anticipating it.
Instead, your free hand sat by the back of her waist, rubbing circles into her skin, while the one that cupped her cheek lowered. Nails skimmed her skin as her eyes opened in slight confusion, eyebrows pulled together. You knew this was not the move she appreciated the most, but it was a mild pay-back for her question.
Eventually, crossing the bridge of her collar, your hand came to a halt over her breast. The first few times, you felt intimidated by the idea of touching her, even if every single time the same reaction welcomed your hands – a shudder, the hitch of her breath, and the intense stare that followed you around now.
Smiling to yourself, your thumb rolled down on her nipple, and her knees jumped in the water. Forehead to forehead, your eyes were pinned down in between the two of you, while hers closed softly, breath stuttering. The initial contact was followed by the motion again – your fingers warmly brushing over her soapy breast, and fingers slowing down to play with the pink, erect bundle of nerves.
It was a surprise to you to learn that Mandy was undoubtedly more impatient than Blonde Blazer was.
A strained little noise broke out from the back of her throat as her body twitched, and she leaned into your touch further. It gave you all the encouragement you needed, which led to the ascend of your hand that held her by the waist – and with that, you could now mirror your movements.
Gathering warm water in your palms, cupping her breasts, the pads of your thumbs slowly down to enhance the sensation – drawing circles over, and over, and over again until a light moan bubbled forth. It was intoxicating – you couldn’t stop. With your teeth sinking into your lower lip, you kept groping her breasts, squeezing them at first in just your fists, then against each other.
The sounds from here were incoherent little snippets of desire building steadily. But still, you wanted to tease her more. That was the idea that led to your left letting go of her breast, so you could grab your own – and as you both watched, you pressed your nipples together.
The slippery, soapy sensation of your hardened nipples against each other were rewarded by a guttural moan, one that led to Mandy impatiently grabbing a fistful of your hair and drawing you in for a searing kiss.
Naturally, you obliged.
Met her with the same passion and need – tongues flicking and lips smacking, while you moved your upper body ever so slightly, rubbing your nipples against her in circles. She clung onto you, moving as close as she could in the water now – which made it hard for you to keep playing, so you grabbed onto her hips instead.
That was the moment you noted that she tasted of spicy red wine, normally delicious from the bottle, but now even better directly from her lips.
Wheezing lightly between your lips any time you parted for more than a few seconds at a time, you knew that if your hands were to lower to the core of her thighs, even despite the water you could feel her excitement. So, you didn’t do that, even though you knew you could render her useless in just a few decisive moves.
Instead, you kept kissing. Your chests pressed together rhythmically – Mandy’s left was in your hair, pushing and pulling you, and your own hand moved up and down on her side, occasionally moving between your bodies to grope her breasts.
It drove her wild, and you knew it.
Saliva coated both of your lips when you parted.
She smelled like buttermilk and lemon, more delicious than attractive, like a pie you wanted to devour. You huffed against her lightly, licking her lips, and she did the same to you, which inevitably led to another, shorter clash.
Her tongue pressed against yours as you kissed, and you could just feel the mess your kiss was creating, all over your chin, mostly between your legs, and definitely between hers. When your eyes fluttered open, Mandy was blushed red and dazed, hungry for more, starving for you.
“Too much wine?” you inquired softly, and she snickered a little. It was followed by a nod so faint you weren’t even sure it happened.
As a regular person, she had defined limits, sometimes bordering being a total lightweight. Finally, something you were better at. Grinning at her lightly, you pecked her lips a few times, right until her hands sprawled on your neck and eyes stared into your soul.
You knew either the heat, the intensive kiss, or the alcohol – or maybe the combination of the three had undone her to the point of losing semblances of critical thinking. Now, there were only a few things on her mind…
And of course, one of those included you on your back, ready to take her.
“Bedroom,” she whispered with evidently bedroom-eyes, “Now.”
You allowed your eyes to linger on her for another moment.
So much for a warm, comfortable bath.
But of course, you did whatever she wished.
The cautious, naked pitter-patter of feet made happiness bloom in your chest. Mandy held your hand as she pulled you to your bedroom – inside it was warm and cozy, not as bright as the bathroom, but enough for you to make her out in the pale sliver of moonlight.
Your body hit the mattress first – and in mere moments, hers followed on top of you, her skin hot and a little damp, kneeling between your legs. It was time for revenge – you already knew, but that just built anticipation in the sweetest way.
One kiss, two, a dozen brush across your chest, from the line of your shoulders, across your sternum, eventually landing on your breasts. The touch is electric, your spine jolts with it – but the warmth is welcome for sure. A pop, and Mandy’s lips let go of your nipple, but only for the time that it required her to gather as much saliva as she could, slowly dripping it onto the sensitive spot, before she’d latch right back on it.
Fuck, the cuss escapes you, and your nails leave delicate crescents on the back of her neck as she sucks and licks you with precision that fit her character. Short bursts of moans and whimpers break out of your throat as you go cross-eyed for a moment, your back arching for more.
More, that she decided not to give right now, pulling back just enough so that the cold could creep in and another shiver would run down your spine.
She straightens up above you, and you’re in awe – her build is muscular with the right touch of femininity. Although impossible for many, she looked even better when viewed from below, so you stared at her. Right until she made her mind up on how she wanted you tonight.
Helping you shift in motion, she rotated your hips a little bit so they were sideways as you laid back comfortably. With that, she kneeled up, one leg under herself for as much strength and power as she could do, the other in ninety degrees to the side. One of your own were against the mattress, and the other…
Yes.
Immediately, she stretched you wide open.
Your other leg sat on her left shoulder, and she was kissing your calf slowly. Were her gaze to sink just a little down, she’d be able to decipher just how excited you were. It was the foreplay that got you – teasing her, kissing her, seeing her having shed all her worries, all the anxiety. And now, that excitement was on display.
And she wasn’t shy to look either.
The sapphire gemstones flickered over your glistening folds, and you felt your heart to be as heavy as an anchor. Your breath stuttered a little as you watched her watch you, and it picked up again when her hands began their mild exploration over your thighs, occasionally brushing real close where you wanted her the most.
You usually weren’t ashamed of having sex with her. It was more than you could ever ask for – and having a high drive for it, she matched, if not topped your tendencies most of the time. Right now, she’d definitely gone overboard.
An inquisitive hum left her throat as her eyes bounced between your lips and your pussy. So, you reached out for her hand. “What’s the thought?”
She kissed your leg again, smiling. The motion really gave you a workout when she leaned closer, her bare thigh brushing against your wetness. You were as exposed as you could be – you thought.
Then, she hummed.
“Open your mouth.”
And of course, as always, you obliged. Watched her swish her tongue around in her mouth once, twice, before leaning above you and sticking it out.
It gave you an adrenaline rush unlike ever before when her spit dropped into your mouth, your pussy pulsating with need for her. For a moment it scared you – if you got too excited, you wouldn’t be able to feel a thing, but…
It just kept coming.
Mandy repeated the motion – allowing her saliva to coat your lips and watched you lick it off, or followed the bob of your throat as you swallowed. It seemed to turn her on – so after a deep inhale, her lips laid down onto yours, her lower body shifting just slightly so it wouldn’t be her thigh against your core, but her own labia brushing up against yours.
The contact made your heart jump – and with that, a raw moan broke from the back of your throat. You could feel her smile in your kiss, a deliberately slow sensation, and thought she was painfully addictive for being so smart with it. Before you could acknowledge what was going on, fingers that held you in place by the hips suddenly sunk into your flesh, and where the contact left you for a moment, leaving you yearning for more…
The next, it slapped back against your pussy.
It was obscene – the sloppy, wet gulch, slightly overshadowed by the delicious groan you let out for her. Quickly followed up by a shuddered intake of breath, you opened your eyes when her nose laid neatly against your cheek – her other hand held your thigh to the side, forced open, as she rubbed herself against you a couple of times, pulled back, and then met you again.
Delicious.
Your mind swirled with unholy thoughts – but before you could wordlessly beg for another kiss, she pulled back for good this time, holding herself up with her legs, your own still resting on her shoulder. Mandy’s hands were behind her back now, and that gave her enough control and power over the situation she put the two of you in.
To put it simply, without anything in the way – not your legs or her own – she could freely, unabashedly fuck herself on your pussy. A desperate flurry of frantic up-and-downs began as she rubbed her wet folds against you, occasionally separating just so she could hear the obscene pop, then the perverted slap.
It doesn’t take long for your moans to synchronise – your hands, lacking a better hold, grab your own breasts, not as good of sensation as Mandy’s, but definitely out there. You tease yourself as you meet her in motion, grind against her grinding, rock against her rocking, always pouring half the energy into the act itself.
The feeling is mind-boggling and wet, it’s beyond your wildest dreams for the chaste, relaxing night you planned for the two of you. Of course, you couldn’t complain. If you managed to open your eyes just slightly, you’d see her muscles tensing and releasing as she pushed herself in a steady rhythm, wildly pleasing you.
Your stomach trembled from the sweet sensation. It made you wonder if between the two of you, maybe you were the vanilla one – having had too much adoration for her to ever handle Mandy so crudely. Roughly. Forcefully.
Somehow, it didn’t bother you at all anytime she wanted to do the same.
Both of your hips drew tiny circles in the air, having found a beat that fit you. The sensation came quicker than you could even call out – the build-up of what could be the dazing foretaste of an orgasm, but it didn’t last too long.
If there was a downside to comparisons in your head, it was the knowledge that Blonde Blazer would never run out of stamina. Mandy, on the other hand, albeit fit, often relied too much on the powers. So what almost made you cum had her hips dropping a notch too soon, and the wonderful buildup was all gone in a moment.
She breathed in, open mouthed, visibly frustrated with the lack of strength in her upper arms. You smiled faintly – the sensation came quick, went quick, and could come back again just as quick.
“Mandy,” you whispered, grounding her in the moment despite the sudden rise in your heartbeat. Although your pussies still delicately rubbed, you reached out across the bed for her hand and found it with relative ease. “I need you so bad,” your voice came out as a strained whisper.
A little encouragement. That’s all it took.
She shifted in bed, allowing your hips to drop in not so much of a twisted way. When she leaned closer and kissed your lips, it was chaste, devoted, apologetic for no sin done. Her eyes fluttered open as she hummed, “I’ll get the strap.”
And you knew tonight she meant genuine business. The two of you were handsy, but the strap was for more special occasions. You could feel the excitement building back up again in you already. Although she probably didn’t mean to edge you, waiting for your intercourse to continue definitely worked on your psyche.
You flopped back in bed with a chuckle.
* * *
It wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to say that any shuffle you could hear around the house had your pulse jumping. A rustle here, some movement there, and you tied every noise to her return – until the door pushed open again, and there she was. Your girlfriend, in all of her glory, with a lavender-colored rubber strap. The harness was cream colored that blended with her skin nicely.
You allowed an impressed little whew to break out of you. Would it have been too much to announce to her that just her existence made your pussy throb, and now that the promise of an actual intercourse lingered in your brain, you felt more sensitive than prior? The thought was entertaining.
Kneeling on the bed, you felt hands wrapping around your ankles, dragging you just a little closer, out of the warm nest you made for yourself already. You blew some hair out of your face as you went with it, sitting up just enough to be met face to breasts with Mandy. She slid a finger under your chin as she leaned down to kiss you – her other hand pressing a bottle of lube into your hands.
“I’ll work out more,” she promised, even if you didn’t ask. You knew she probably felt embarrassed – and simultaneously, she probably had no idea just how euphoric the tribbing made you feel. You grinned into your kiss. You wouldn’t say no to having her be even more muscular…
You placed a hand on her hip, your fingers idly playing with the harness, moving back to her butt to pull her closer. The contact made Mandy suck in a sharp breath of air.
“You’re perfect,” you assured, and you knew she’d roll her eyes playfully at the comment. You didn’t care much if she believed it or not – mostly because you were hopelessly, utterly in love with her, so it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t do. You were satisfied regardless. “Let’s do it.”
Her right eyebrow jumped at the suggestion, and then her eyes sunk to the strap. You were handed the lube – and it was your job to squeeze a healthy amount of it into your hands, then coat the rubbery texture and ridges from the shaft to the tip. The scenery was obscene, and both of you watched. When you glanced back up at her, you hummed, “How do you want to cum?”
But, she just pressed a hand onto your shoulder, and your body hit the mattress before you knew. It happened quickly, Mandy’s hands grabbing you by the hips, the cold, wet toy rubbing up against your slit, such a tease. Your breath hitched, and you gazed up at her, slightly flustered.
“I’ll see,” she hummed, “Let’s not rush this.”
But despite the comment, she did kind of rush. There was little to no warning to how she moved from a teasing rub outside your pussy to entering you abruptly, no warning, no cooing. That’s new to you, but definitely not bad – the sudden sensation doesn’t allow you to think, let alone object. You push closer to her, the sensation of the strap filling you deliciously so – and although you anticipate her to draw back and start moving, moments pass idly, and Mandy remains entirely still.
A flutter of a laugh bubbles out of your throat. Your body squirms as you call, “What are you waiting for? Move.”
“Mm,” she inhaled, leaning closer, “no.”
The murmur almost took you out entirely. It seemed like you had no idea what was coming – thick lust clouded the sapphire eyes, and you bit your lower lip.
You felt your heart hammering in your chest. Firm hands squeezed your hips, to the point of leaving faint and reddish marks, and despite how Mandy held you close, the tension kept rising between the two of you.
The sensation was almost like an earthquake that shattered your body, when Mandy’s voice dropped to a soft imitation, whispering, “What are you waiting for? Move.”
You swallowed. Now your fingers were gripping the creamy sheets and legs hugged the hunched figure. You had to forcefully bite down on your lip as your body shifted back slowly, then forward, until the entire length of the strap was buried inside of you. The feeling had you sighing with relief.
You could feel Mandy’s eyes searing a path on your body as she, in her own adorable way, told you, “Faster.”
It squeezed your heart to see her so confident – in the beginning you held her a lot when it came to lesbian sex, and now, it seemed like she was all grown up.
Eagerly trembling for your girlfriend, you gave it all you could – sighed and clutched as you moved your lower body back and forth on the strap, panting, shaking from the effort. It was clumsy, the way you thrusted yourself into the textured sex-toy, almost pitiful, trying to imitate how she would treat you. Every sensation felt amplified tenfold, and Mandy’s gaze on you didn’t help at all – she was observing your needy wriggling like a spectator.
After minutes like this, your body is burning with desire to be touched, but Mandy’s making no effort to reach out and do that. You’re feeling moderately lost in the motion, intensively aware of the feeling of sliding and the strap in and outside of yourself with the movement of your lower body. Sweat glistens over your skin when Mandy tilts her head to the side with a brief, fading smile.
Rush tingles in your limbs and spine and muscles and your head arches back, choking her name out ever so slightly, fingertips almost ripping a hole into the blanket, wanting, no, needing it harder, deeper, faster, more, more, more, and when you moan for her, it’s addicted. “I’m almost – almost.. hnn..”
And that was her cue to pull herself off you.
Immediate void fills you as your eyes snap open – for the second time, you got denied your orgasm, and it almost made you scream in frustration this time around. Your body squirmed in tormented desire as your sweaty back hit the bed again – but before even a complaint could be said, before you could beg, Mandy grabs you by the legs and flips you over.
A whining, quiet sob escapes you as your body brushes against the warm sheets – and all too suddenly, she dips back between your folds, filling you with mindless euphoria.
Mandy’s left steadies on your hip firmly, while her right moves up on your bare spine, the pads of her fingertips like a lifeline against your skin. She applies pressure between your shoulder blades as she pins you down, your chest against the bed now, hand sliding up to the back of your neck to tightly grip you and hold you in place.
You quake, tremble, flutter breathlessly, your core pulsating with needy heat. You feel Mandy’s lips against your ear as she whispers, “Do you want this?” and it sends a shiver rippling through your body.
You nod weakly, hands clamped around the sheets, cheeks pressed against the mattress. Fuck, you wanted it so bad.
“I can’t hear you.”
You swallow a whimper as you beg, “Please.”
And she doesn’t move an inch.
You try to move your lower body against her, but she’s still holding you down. A desperate, heavy, broken whisper graced your lips as you repeated, “Please, please, Mandy…”
Her lips, dangerously close to your ears, hummed warmly, “Please what?”
Your cheeks are burning and your breath feels hot and uneven as you whimper, “Fuck me.”
A tiny shift, and Mandy’s lips are brushing the back of your neck, the line of your vertebrae. “Louder,” she tells, and you start to feel dizzy.
The next time you talk, your voice is lower, the desperation making your head swirl, “Please fuck me.”
Her mouth brushes against your nape, and the weight of her breasts pressed against the valley of your spine persists. She sighs softly, reaching forward just enough to kiss a trail back up to your ears, down your jawline, and as you strained for her, body aching for any kind of a contact she would provide, she indulged you in a light kiss.
It breaks swiftly, leaving you with all the longing you could imagine, but she doesn’t pull far as she smiles, hums, Good girl.
Mandy’s grip on your neck tightens, and you can feel her roll her hips to finally move inside of you. Your mind goes blank, vision turns white and starry, and she repeats the motion. It is slower, deeper this time, making sure every one of your nerves can feel it. Muffled, quiet little moans surface out of you as you grind against her thrusts for more friction.
Your girlfriend, for the most part, is silently fixating on you as she holds you in place, pushing into your squelching pussy faster and faster, slapping the rubber strap into you harder to hear the melody of your moans. And you do sing, the bed groans under the two of you in effort, and your voice is a faded, distant plea,
“Please – don’t stop, ah, don’t st – oh, oh fuck. Fuck, Mandy, please…”
Your cry out is desperate. Mandy behind you moans a cuss as well, her grip tightening on you even further on both your neck and hips, snapping the full length of the strap into you, impaling you so hard it made your eyes roll and you were acutely aware that you’re going to be sitting weirdly for a few days coming up.
You’re unable to form coherent thoughts and every noise that breaks from your throat is a desperate, broken cry. When Mandy’s hand lets go of your neck and snakes down between your legs, you can’t even move anymore. It is embarrassing that it is only a brush of her touch across your clit feels amplified by the unforgiving pace the set up for the two of you.
You can’t warn her, but she knows already anyways, her mouth hot against your ears as her lower body slaps against yours with a delicious bap-bap-bap, voice solid as she calls, “Come for me baby.”
Suddenly, everything is spinning. Maybe it’s the previous tribbing, the excessive foreplay, or just your headless love for her, but you’re out and done.
Still pressed into the mattress, Mandy pins you so forcefully that your cries are lost to the orgasm that ripples your body. Your breath is reduced to fractured, needy whimpers, body moving without your control, bucking back against her as she holds you steadily. It feels so fucking good, and amidst your trembles and pants, coming off the delicious height of such a powerful orgasm, your body pliant and yielded, mind empty, Mandy’s arms pull back away from you.
You notice that vaguely, but when you move your head just enough to glance back, you’re greeted with the sight of your girlfriend needily fingering herself, looming above you. Three fingers are buried deep inside of her as she’s chasing her own orgasm, the wet, sloppy sounds obscenely filling your ears and leaving hearts in your eyes. She’s proficient, you think, because you can tell when her breath shudders that she’s close – and if you didn’t think it could get better, then you were so wrong.
When she pushes herself over the edge, moaning so deep it shook you to the core of your body, she leaned forward and on top of your body – which meant that the entirety of her orgasm was gushing out against your ass and trickling down between your folds, mixing with your own. Although Mandy’s panting, you feel her hands between the two of you, moving between your pussy and her own to mix it deliciously, a satisfied giggle rising from her throat.
Fuck, you were obsessed with how perverted she was.
A few moments pass as she shifts, only enough to lower herself down by your side now, out of breath and with her limbs trembling. When she reaches out to brush your hair, you grab her hand softly, turning her palm to your face – then kiss her veins and hand gingerly, your lips climbing up to her still wet fingertips. You lick them lazily as she hums, “Was I too rough?”
A light-hearted, stupid smile grazes your lips as you lick her index finger clean and let go with a pop. A flush decorated both of your cheeks in unison, and you slowly blinked at her soft cheekbone, the curl of her eyelashes. You loved Mandy no matter what she did – in these moments especially, when she was satisfied and comfortable, quietly inhaling and exhaling next to you.
When enough of her strength came back to her, she shifted a little closer, her breasts pressing against your arm. Little, lazy kisses trailed down your jaw and neck, and her clean hand traced a line against your ribcage, moving higher to softly massage your breast. The contact made you twitch.
I love you, she whispered, and you swore she’d be able to feel the hammering of your chest by the statement. When you open your eyes, she’s already staring at you, intoxicated and so painfully in love with you. You raise your head to peck her lips and touch her face in exchange, pulling her in.
When the two of you became a thing, you had hopes that your relationship would be durable and lasting. What you didn’t know is that you’d tune into each other’s frequencies so intimately that no past or present lover could ever make sense again.
She softly huffs against you, out of breath, then a smile blooms. “As much as I want to,” she breathed out, “I can’t do another one.”
You chuckled in return. “Let’s shower and sleep.”
Despite the mutual agreement to move, you still felt her thumb grazing your nipple. You grabbed her hand softly and gave her a stern look – which she returned, unapologetic. Without words, she pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek, and as the first one out of bed, she pulled you along.
You were truly the luckiest woman that ever existed.