“Fuck,” she moans out low, curling her fingers to brush that place inside her that leaves her writhing. She continues working her thumb over her clit in tight circles, alternately pumping her fingers and curling them in a come hither motion. “God, yes.” For a moment, she has to stop herself, she's so overwhelmed by the sensation, but then she starts again with renewed vigor. The heel of her hand is pressing against her clit now, the perfect amount of pressure as she bucks her hips upward. She can feel a coil inside of her, winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of her fingers; that coil unwinds rapidly with one, two, three more thrusts of her fingers, leaving her jerking her hips and writhing as she thumbs her clit. She screams Cherry's name.
The next day, she's hungover until long after breakfast – a shot of whiskey, a bowl of noodles and a shot of Med-X. She runs into Cherry again just after dinner, feels her face heat up as she thinks of the night before, but smiles and offers to buy the woman a drink. Instead of staying in the Muddy Rudder, they end up with a bottle of whiskey each, drinking in her hotel room. The door is shut, locked, and Marla's more than grateful for it, because she knows she's been eying Cherry since they got here. There's colour high in Cherry's cheeks now, thanks to the drink, and, fuck, Marla thinks, she looks great. She leans in to kiss her, and she's half-surprised to find that the redhead doesn't seem put off by it – in fact, she returns the kiss with enthusiasm, swiping her tongue over the seam of Marla's lips and slipping a hand into dark, wavy hair. Marla moans out loud, mouth openly, and surges forward, eases Cherry back on the bed, running her hands over the line of her curves.
Marla wedges a knee between Cherry's legs; Cherry responds by grinding her hips against the younger woman's leg, moaning into the kiss at the friction. The younger of the two manages to divest the both of them with some difficulty – Cherry is consistently reluctant to break the kiss, and fuck, she keeps grinding her hips against Marla's leg and making it hard for the dark-haired woman to concentrate. Marla breaks away from the kiss again, begins peppering Cherry's neck with kisses, moving slowly downwards. She bites down at the place where the redhead's neck and shoulder meet, soothing over the angry skin with her tongue and delighting in the breathy moans coming from her mouth. On the other side of her neck, Marla sucks a rather large hickey into existence, feeling guilty for only a moment before Cherry starts demanding more attention. She continues with her kisses, slows them when she reaches Cherry's breasts. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucks at first, then bites lightly; she rolls the nipple of the other between her fingers. Cherry is moaning loudly now, her hand fisted in Marla's hair and her hips attempting to grind against Marla's leg as the woman moves away.
FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1b/1
The next day, she's hungover until long after breakfast – a shot of whiskey, a bowl of noodles and a shot of Med-X. She runs into Cherry again just after dinner, feels her face heat up as she thinks of the night before, but smiles and offers to buy the woman a drink. Instead of staying in the Muddy Rudder, they end up with a bottle of whiskey each, drinking in her hotel room. The door is shut, locked, and Marla's more than grateful for it, because she knows she's been eying Cherry since they got here. There's colour high in Cherry's cheeks now, thanks to the drink, and, fuck, Marla thinks, she looks great. She leans in to kiss her, and she's half-surprised to find that the redhead doesn't seem put off by it – in fact, she returns the kiss with enthusiasm, swiping her tongue over the seam of Marla's lips and slipping a hand into dark, wavy hair. Marla moans out loud, mouth openly, and surges forward, eases Cherry back on the bed, running her hands over the line of her curves.
Marla wedges a knee between Cherry's legs; Cherry responds by grinding her hips against the younger woman's leg, moaning into the kiss at the friction. The younger of the two manages to divest the both of them with some difficulty – Cherry is consistently reluctant to break the kiss, and fuck, she keeps grinding her hips against Marla's leg and making it hard for the dark-haired woman to concentrate. Marla breaks away from the kiss again, begins peppering Cherry's neck with kisses, moving slowly downwards. She bites down at the place where the redhead's neck and shoulder meet, soothing over the angry skin with her tongue and delighting in the breathy moans coming from her mouth. On the other side of her neck, Marla sucks a rather large hickey into existence, feeling guilty for only a moment before Cherry starts demanding more attention. She continues with her kisses, slows them when she reaches Cherry's breasts. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucks at first, then bites lightly; she rolls the nipple of the other between her fingers. Cherry is moaning loudly now, her hand fisted in Marla's hair and her hips attempting to grind against Marla's leg as the woman moves away.