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ellie’s knee bumped yours under the warmth of the midday sun as you sat in your friend’s garden. you were engulfed by the smell of lemonade and freshly cut grass whilst your group sat around a snack covered table with some kind of queer indie playlist on in the background. every time ellie’s head went back in laughter or she slapped a hand on her leg at a joke you couldn’t help but look over at her with longing desire and a cheek-aching smile on your face.

she was wearing one of your t-shirts too, which wasn’t unusual. you and your best friend often shared clothes but for some reason this time it felt different. it seemed to cause a fluttering pit in your stomach and goosebumps appeared every time her bare arm brushed against yours.

after another couple of hours had passed you and ellie got up to leave, her car keys jangling on her carabiner. on the ride back to yours you felt a bit giddy and drunk off the feeling of being there with her. you watched her hands as she drove, wanting nothing more than to hold them. the sun, which was lower in the sky now, was glaring in through the window casting her face in a soft orange hue. it made her eyes look so bright and her freckles so soft and kissable you felt like she was hypnotising you. not wanting her to catch you staring, you whipped your head back to look out your own window, noticing how the houses at the beginning of your street were rushing past. it was weirdly saddening to think that you were nearly about to get out the car without her.

“thanks,” you smiled as she pulled up by your house.

“no problem,” she smiled back.

you wanted to think of something else to say to delay her leaving but nothing interesting enough came to mind. as you pushed the car door open an inch you felt her hand on your other one. the small touch was enough to make you feel like your skin was electrified. turning your head to her you saw how she was looking at you. questioning eyes and parted lips.

“wait,” she mumbled, barely above a whisper.

you slowly pulled the door closed and waited for her to do something. with her hand on yours in between the seats she brushed her thumb over your skin. her other hand reached out and gently cupped your face. almost subconsciously you both leaned in and without even thinking, her lips were on yours. she tasted like sweets and lemonade and everything felt perfect.

when you pulled away and opened your eyes you were met with the blurry sight of your bedroom. you blinked a few times and your eyes then focused on your bedside table and it’s messy contents. you grumbled, shoving the duvet away as you sat up, feeling too hot and smothered. what the fuck was that. your fingertips touched your lip, ghosting over a feeling that you now knew wasn’t real. ellie hadn’t kissed you, but shit, you wanted her to.

a sinking feeling mixed with excitement and anxious anticipation came over you. your body was kicking into action without you even telling it to as you raced around your room dragging on whatever clothes were closest. you nearly tripped as you grabbed your phone and house keys, backtracking to quickly spritz on some cologne. you brushed your teeth and splashed your face with water, cursing when some of it dripped onto your top. fuck it. you didn’t have time. you needed to get to her.

you hadn’t even looked at the time so you checked your phone as you ran down the street. 8:21am. you shoved your phone back in your pocket. your feet continued slamming against the concrete. you could feel your chest beginning to tighten with the sudden burst in heart rate but you didn’t care. you needed to tell ellie how you felt.

you practically threw yourself at her door before reaching for your phone to call her, deciding against ringing the bell and waking up anyone else.

a low, mumbly morning voice sounded on the other end. “hello?”

“hi.”

“dude, it’s 8:30 what do you want?”

“i know but i–“ you took a breath, “i needed to tell you something.”

“okay?”

“actually i’m outside.”

“what?”

“yeah, i’m outside.”

“coming. this better be good.”

she hung up. you paced back and forth on her porch, scratching the back of your head, suddenly contemplating if you were crazy or not. you forced the thought back as you heard her open the door. she stood there in loose boxer shorts and a baggy t-shirt, rubbing her eyes.

“everything okay?”

“yeah, um…”

“you had something to tell me?” she prompted following your silence.

“right,” you shuffled on your feet, “i actually don’t know how to say it now that i’m here.”

she chuckled and folded her arms across her chest. “helpful.”

“yeah.” you laughed before biting your lip. your brain was screaming at you. well?!

“ellie, i needed to tell you that… well, i think i… i, um, fuck.”

“you’re freaking me out,” she smiled and poked your leg with her foot. you cleared your throat and nodded.

“okay, don’t hate me. but i like-“ your voice seemed to get stuck in your throat, “someone.” no!

“okay…?” she seemed confused, “and you had to run over here at 8am to tell me that?”

“you know what, this is crazy i’m just gonna go home.” you held your hands up in defence and started to spin on your heel, feeling slightly sick.

“wait.” you felt her hand grab your arm to prevent you from walking off.

you faced her again and studied her face. her lips parted as if she wanted to speak but nothing came out. you looked at her hand on your arm before meeting her gaze again and sighed.

“let me start over. i like someone, i said i like someone but actually it turns out that someone is you and now i’ll be leaving to go home and scream at the wall because i’m sure you don’t–“

“stop.”

“yeah, okay.”

she laughed and folded her arms over her chest again. you wanted to laugh too but you felt like a rocket that was about to take off.

“so,” she dragged the word out, a teasing glint in her eye, “you have a crush on me?”

more like i love you but “sure.”

“and you ran here to tell me that?”

“yes.”

“interesting.”

“can you not make me feel like a dick?”

“i’m not!”

“kinda feels like you are.” you folded your arms also and looked down at your feet, kicking at a tiny pebble. this was a disaster. she didn’t feel the same. she never would. you should never have said anything, this was a waste of–oh?

her hands held the side of your face to force you to look at her as she tentatively leant forwards. it took your brain a moment to register when her lips connected with yours but when you started to kiss her back, you unfolded your arms and held her waist, pulling her closer to you.

your brain tried to focus on every sensation at once, checking if it was real this time. the bunched cotton underneath your hands. the warmth of her back radiating through the material. the soft pressure of her hands on your hot cheeks. the indulging taste of her mouth against yours. it was all real.

she pulled away and smirked at your slightly bewildered, hazy expression.

no one could deny that ellie was hot as fuck, especially when she was playing soccer. the way she moved so quickly and strategically. the way she’d stride along lifting her top up to wipe sweat from her face, exposing her abs. all the girls at her games fawned over her but you were the only one she ever gave a shit about. she loved looking up at you in the stands and seeing your pretty smile as you looked at her, giving her a little wave or even mouthing an “i love you.”

it was about ten minutes before the game was about to start and you were currently standing before her, cupping her face whilst her hands securely held your waist that adorned one of her soccer shirts.

“you’re going to be amazing, baby.”

“always am when i’ve got my little good luck charm cheering me on.”

you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before you felt a towel come flying at you both.

“williams, we’re on in five, keep it in your pants,” the coach said.

ellie rolled her eyes at them, throwing out a “yeah yeah, i’m coming” before giving you another quick kiss and squeeze on your waist.

“i’ll see you later, baby,” she smiled, licking her lips.

“good luck.” you stole another quick peck before scampering off, ellie eyeing you up as you left.

you watched intently throughout the game. it was very back and forth with who was in the lead and with only two minutes to go and ellie’s team a few points behind, you were getting nervous. you could see it in ellie’s face too and the way she paced with her jaw clenched.

soon enough, the buzzer went indicating the game was over and ellie’s team had lost. you could see her and her teammates all hugging and patting each other on the back and mumbling things to each other and you braced yourself for dealing with a pissed off ellie later.

you were now at home after ellie had showered and changed in the locker room and she had ranted about the game for the entire drive, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. you had mostly just been listening, sensing that she needed to get the frustration out of her system. well, ranting about it was one way but you could think of some other things that normally helped.

whilst she was slumped in a chair, arms folded across her chest and an aggravated pout on her face, you stood behind her and started gently massaging her shoulders.

“sorry about the game, baby. there will be others.”

“i know but doesn’t make it any less fucking annoying.”

“you were still amazing out there.” you continued rubbing her shoulders comfortingly.

“we should have fucking won,” she grumbled, bouncing her knee in irritation.

you leant down to kiss her temple gently and left more soft kisses down towards the curve of her neck before leaving one behind her ear and whispering.

“wanna use me to feel better about it?”

something in her must have snapped because she then shot up from her seat and grabbed your arms to pull you close, her own arms trapping you against her. a tiny smirk graced her features.

“oh yeah? that’s what you want?”

“that’s what i want,” you spoke quietly, your hand gripping her hair to pull her closer to you.

she hungrily kissed you, her hands exploring your entire body as she pushed you towards your shared bedroom. she ripped off her top hoodie leaving her in her wife pleaser before pushing you down onto the bed. you whined a little as you bounced with the impact on the mattress. she looked down at you sitting on the edge of the bed, like you were her prey and she was starving. your skirt had bunched up a little, giving her a peak at the skimpy red underwear you had on. she shoved your legs apart and admired the wet fabric, chuckling to herself before using her other hand to grip both your cheeks between her fingers and kissed you, her hot open mouth on yours. she teased your clit through your underwear with light strokes.

“i think you kinda like the fact that we lost,” she taunted.

“no.” your voice didn’t sound very convincing.

“you sure? sure you don’t like it when i take my anger out on you like this?” her fingers pressed harder against your clit. you couldn’t find the words to say.

“speak up, baby.”

“i-i-fuck ellie, i like it.”

she smiled smugly to herself. “good girl.”

she started to peel your underwear off your legs, a string of cum breaking as she pulled it away from your aching cunt.

“you gonna let me do whatever i want with you?” her finger toyed with your hole.

“please, ellie,” you tried to nod, her grip still holding your face.

she shoved two fingers all the way in and her pace was immediately relentless. you cried out as she fucked into you, the tips of her fingers hitting that spot every time.

“so fucking wet for me, pretty girl, and i’ve only just started.”

you let out a squeaky moan as you already felt yourself wanting to close your legs but you resisted. her hand on your face slide down to pull the soccer top up, exposing your tits. she pushed the fabric towards your mouth indicating for you to hold it in place so she could squeezing your boobs, pinching your nipples occasionally.

“i think you can take another for me,” she said as she pushed a third finger inside.

your arms grew tired from holding yourself up but you pushed through it as she suddenly got down on her knees and spat directly on your cunt. you both watched as it dribbled down over your clit and got caught in the rapid movements of her fingers fucking in and out. your cries were muffled by the fabric in between your teeth.

she left bite marks and sloppy kisses all along your thighs. she moved her hand away from your tits and starting rubbing her fingers side to side on your clit. the added pleasure brought tears to your eyes and she looked up at you.

“can’t handle it, baby? come on, i know you can.”

your moans were unholy as you felt it building up in you lower stomach. your ears were practically ringing except for the wet sounds of your cunt and her words.

“ellie, i’m gonna–“ the top dropped from your mouth and a whimper cut you off as her fingers kept torturing you through your release. the familiar clear liquid splashed and dripped down her wrist and forearm.

“shit, baby, you fucking squirted.”

still in a daze, you looked down at where her fingers were still buried inside you but were now still and her arm and the mattress under your ass was wet. your fucked out pussy couldn’t stop clenching even when she pulled out and kissed you, grabbing your skirt and yanking it down, tossing it somewhere in the room. she quickly span you around so that you were lying flat on your stomach and gave your ass a quick slap. you could hear her undoing her jeans behind you and shuffling around with something. something you assumed to be her strap. the bed then dipped either side of you as she leant on her hands above you.

“lift up,” she instructed, shoving a pillow under your hips so that your ass was propped up better.

she kissed and grazed her teeth on the back of your shoulder and relished in seeing the massive “williams” stated across your back. you were hers and everyone at that game knew it. you lifted your ass up in desperation and felt the tip of the strap against it.

“you needy for my dick, baby?”

you moaned an mmhmm in response.

“once just wasn’t enough, huh? you need to be stuffed again?”

“ellie…please.”

she started rubbing the tip of the strap over your slippery folds. she seemed to take an agonisingly long time in teasing you like that before she eventually pushed it in, bottoming out making you gasp against the mattress. she used one arm to hold herself up and used the other to grip your waist, pushing and pinning it down into the bed as she started to fuck into you. her thrusts were hard and they slowly got faster and faster until you were practically blubbering at how good and overwhelming it felt. the praises and filth that left her mouth whilst she had her way with you were never ending.

“you’re taking my dick so well.”

“such a good girl letting me use you like this.”

“so good to me, baby.”

it was pushing you over the edge as she brutally slammed in and out of you. your moans became more strangled and loud despite your face being pressed into the bed. she gave your ass a few slaps before roughly gripping the flesh and spreading it so she had a better view of your stretched out pussy and the cum that was forming a ring around her strap. you were so sensitive it was almost too much but being completely pinned under her, you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to, which you didn’t of course. she wasn’t completely wrong before, of course you didn’t want her to lose but you also weren’t going to complain about what it had led to.

“oh fuckfuckfuck,” you pathetically cried.

“come on me, show me how good i’m making you feel.”

your whole body shook as you came and you felt empty when she eventually pulled out. you whined and wiggled your hips, gaining a low laugh from her. she dragged some of your cum that was dripping down to your clit and pushed it back inside of you with two of her fingers. she worked them in and out slowly whilst brushing your hair away so she could leave a kiss behind your ear.

and you wanna tell her to stop but you also don’t. because you like that she knows what she’s doing with her words. turns you on to know that she likes talking to you like this.

then you’re all cleaned up and in bed, talking to her and she starts slowly trailing her hand down to your panties; starts snapping the band on your skin.

“why do you tease me all day, abs?” you ask, breathless from how her hand is pressing feather light touches onto your clit.

“like having you turned on all the time, baby.” she moves your panties to the side and pushes two thick fingers in. “keep you wanting and waiting, always ready for me.”

your back arches off the bed.

“plus,” she adds, “really easy to get you to cum when i tease you all day.”

you gasp, and want to cry, because you know that she’s right. know that you cum ten times harder and faster when she keeps you in your fuzzy headspace all day.

“You’re being immensely unhelpful.” A smile tugged on your wife’s lips as she watched you lick a smidge of cherry jam from the small spoon of silver resting in the jar. “We haven’t even started and you’re already taking a break!”

“Sorry!” You said, before raising the spoon to your lips again and taking another bite of the sweet jam.

Abby threw her hands into the air, “Baby!”

Sometimes, the beauty your wife possessed caused your soul to physically ache. It was in the most mundane of instances that you felt a tight pull around the midsection of your heart, tears threatening to spill from your starry eyes as you used the reminder to bask her presence. You were in love with every inch of her, from the small scar on her collarbone to the freckle on her ankle that almost resembled the shape of a heart. Being her wife was the greatest gift you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving.

Abby walks to stand directly in front of you, gently plucking the printed recipe from between your fingertips. She laughed at the small gasp of surprise that left your lips, humming to herself as she studied each step with a careful concentration. The recipe was easy enough, each step was only a mere sentence or two, and the one star to mark the difficulty was sitting proudly in the top right corner.

What could possibly go wrong with a recipe like this?

For the first 15 minutes, everything went according to plan. Abby had started the recipe out strong, creating a stirred mixture of cinnamon, salt, sugar and ginger. You had been given the even easier task of cutting the pastry dough into a perfect square, only to prepare it further spreading butter atop the smooth surface. From there, the two of you worked together, switching back and forth between the steps until the dough was resting inside of muffin cups in the warmth of the oven.

Everything was sweet and innocent until your wife had decided to suddenly push you against the kitchen counter, pressing her mouth against the side of your neck in feverish desperation. It was so sudden that a small curse had left your parted lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Baby.” The word was nothing more than a gasp. Your back arched as Abby bit down on your skin. Her lips trailed up to yours in a committed conquest. You wanted to make a joke, something along the lines of, ‘I didn’t know baking had this effect on you. If I had known, I would’ve had us take up the hobby sooner.’ Yet, your mouth couldn’t find the words as her hand trailed up to slip underneath your shirt, moving underneath the wire of your bra before cupping your breast in her hand. “We don’t have time, they’re only supposed to be in the oven for ten minutes!”

Abby let out a chuckle before grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over her shoulder, shaking her head as she led you over to the couch. “I can make you come at least twice in five.”

Before you had time to fully settle, Abby was yanking off your plaid pajama bottoms and moving your panties to the side. Thick fingers pressed against your sensitive clit and her laugh tickled your skin as she pressed a kiss underneath your collarbone. It didn’t take long for arousal to pool between your thighs, the nimble rotation of her fingers growing quicker as your pussy ached to be filled.

“ ‘need your fingers inside of me.” You bit down on Abby’s lower lip lightly, trailing your hand down to push her fingers closer towards your hole. “Please, baby.”

Abby had fucked you enough times to know exactly how to pleasure you and who was she to make her wife beg for her fingers? She knew, just as well as you did, that she was going to fuck you good and hard until you were creaming around her middle and ring finger. Whatever she wants.

There is nothing more heavenly than the sensation of her fingers sliding into you for that first thrust of her wrist.

Abby’s fingers know how to stretch you open in a delicious marvel, curling inside your cunt with a marvelous precision. It’s always utter and complete perfection. Your mind is strayed amongst a sea of relinquishment as your eyes roll back with a satisfied moan escaping your lips.

Within two minutes you’re coming, her thumb working your clit while her fingers pounded into your dripping pussy. You grabbed onto her torso, nails digging into her skin as you’re wildly crying out against her neck.

As promised, Abby doesn’t stop there. You’re coming again and again over the course of just twenty minutes. Her tongue lapped at your center as she got drunk off the taste of your juices, her eyes were fluttered shut in contentment as your fingers tugged at her hair. It was ravishingly perfect-until your eyes widened with surprise at the sudden burning smell waltzing through the kitchen air.

“Abby, baby, the pastries!”