Marla kisses over Cherry's hipbones, nips at her inner thighs, always avoiding exactly where she knows the older woman wants her. When Cherry lets out a frustrated groan, she grins and leans in, allowing the woman one long, slow lick over her labia. Cherry's hips are wriggling against the hands holding them down, and Marla is nothing but amused by it as she lets go over of those hips to spread the woman's lips with one hand.
“You're so fucking wet,” she groans out, dragging her tongue over Cherry's clit, an action that nearly makes the other woman jump. With one finger, she circles Cherry's entrance, marveling at the moisture collecting on her finger for a moment. Slowly, she eases her finger inside of the other woman, curling it towards herself and thrusting shallowly. When Cherry lets out a long, drawn-out moan, Marla swears she almost cums right there. She continues thrusting her fingers into the other woman, slowly easing in another finger and then another at her request.
Cherry is shaking as Marla licks her clit; she's full and right on the edge, and god, if Marla would just – “Oh, fuck.” She doesn't finish her thought before she goes crashing over the edge, orgasm washing over her, leaving her in a state of something like delirium for several minutes, chest heaving. When she finally sits up, cheeks flushed, she's greeted by a hell of a sight: Marla's beside her, leaning back on one elbow, fingers working between her legs as her head hangs back, jaw slack and eyes closed. Cherry moves slowly, placing a hand on Marla's to pause her as she slips behind her, legs bracketing the woman's hips.
“Let me,” she purrs into Marla's ear, slipping her fingers in to take the place of Marla's. With her other hand, she cups one of Marla's breasts, and fuck, if that long, low groan that her dark-haired companion lets out isn't the hottest thing she's ever heard, she doesn't know what is. Now it's her fingers working between Marla's legs, moving inside her slick warmth, her thumb rolling over her clit. She bites down on Marla's shoulder gently, moving on to nip at her neck; she can feel Marla's walls beginning to clench around her as she thrusts her fingers inside of her. “Cum for me, baby.” Marla doesn't need to seem much more incentive than that and another bite on the shoulder – she's panting, toppling over the edge and moaning Cherry's name a moment later.
Marla doesn't stir for a while – not until after Cherry is already up and dressing again, expecting the woman to want her gone. “Where're you goin'? Get back in bed.”
FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1
“Fuck you,” Cherry manages half-heartedly; Marla grins.
Marla kisses over Cherry's hipbones, nips at her inner thighs, always avoiding exactly where she knows the older woman wants her. When Cherry lets out a frustrated groan, she grins and leans in, allowing the woman one long, slow lick over her labia. Cherry's hips are wriggling against the hands holding them down, and Marla is nothing but amused by it as she lets go over of those hips to spread the woman's lips with one hand.
“You're so fucking wet,” she groans out, dragging her tongue over Cherry's clit, an action that nearly makes the other woman jump. With one finger, she circles Cherry's entrance, marveling at the moisture collecting on her finger for a moment. Slowly, she eases her finger inside of the other woman, curling it towards herself and thrusting shallowly. When Cherry lets out a long, drawn-out moan, Marla swears she almost cums right there. She continues thrusting her fingers into the other woman, slowly easing in another finger and then another at her request.
Cherry is shaking as Marla licks her clit; she's full and right on the edge, and god, if Marla would just – “Oh, fuck.” She doesn't finish her thought before she goes crashing over the edge, orgasm washing over her, leaving her in a state of something like delirium for several minutes, chest heaving. When she finally sits up, cheeks flushed, she's greeted by a hell of a sight: Marla's beside her, leaning back on one elbow, fingers working between her legs as her head hangs back, jaw slack and eyes closed. Cherry moves slowly, placing a hand on Marla's to pause her as she slips behind her, legs bracketing the woman's hips.
“Let me,” she purrs into Marla's ear, slipping her fingers in to take the place of Marla's. With her other hand, she cups one of Marla's breasts, and fuck, if that long, low groan that her dark-haired companion lets out isn't the hottest thing she's ever heard, she doesn't know what is. Now it's her fingers working between Marla's legs, moving inside her slick warmth, her thumb rolling over her clit. She bites down on Marla's shoulder gently, moving on to nip at her neck; she can feel Marla's walls beginning to clench around her as she thrusts her fingers inside of her. “Cum for me, baby.” Marla doesn't need to seem much more incentive than that and another bite on the shoulder – she's panting, toppling over the edge and moaning Cherry's name a moment later.
Marla doesn't stir for a while – not until after Cherry is already up and dressing again, expecting the woman to want her gone. “Where're you goin'? Get back in bed.”
Cherry listens.