#28yltbt

You were not unhappy with her attack; you wanted nothing more than for her to devour you right then and there. Your stomach was twisting and your core aching in ways you only felt waking up from dreams you dared not to return to. And while you wanted nothing more than to keep her lips on yours for the rest of time, the growing heat between your thighs was screaming with neglect.

Her hands were everywhere but there. On your hips, your outer thighs, your waist, your breasts. Moving, mapping, taking in every inch of you she could and committing it to memory. This is just a dream. She thought; desperately sticking her tongue into your mouth, seemingly mapping that out to. The sound that escaped your throat reminded her it wasn’t, and her hands found their way back up to cup your face. For the first time in what seemed like hours, she removed her mouth from yours and rested her forehead there instead.

Her chest and yours were rising and falling as one. Big heaves, lungs desperately regaining the oxygen they’d been deprived off – not that either of you were complaining.

She waited for you to speak. To push her off. To scream at her, ask her what the hell she was doing. She waited for you to say you hated her, and await her response of ‘I hate you too’, but it didn’t come.

A crash of thunder shook the old house, and you couldn’t help but jolt ever so slightly at the noise. Ink’s heart leaped for a beat, even stronger than the already thumping in the chest, and she moved quickly to hide the small smile that crept onto her lips in the crevice of your neck.

 You wanted to question her, ask her why she stopped. But your hips spoke for you. They lifted ever so slightly towards her, a movement that would’ve gone unnoticed anywhere else, but here, it’s slightness was what screamed out in need. Ink’s head rose, and she finally looked you in the eye. No words were needed, a shared breath communicated it all. Every unspoken word, every apology that sat abandoned in the back of your throats. Every tiny desire that had been hidden for years.

With a slow blink, she returned her lips to yours. This time, the movements were less vicious, but no less hungry. She wanted to consume you. And she would.

You finally moved your own hands, all the way up to her hair, intertwining your fingers with the blonde and giving it the tug it needed to slip off. The slight cold on her head made Ink freeze for a fraction of the moment. None of the Jimmies saw her without her wig, she made sure of that. It was part of her. But as you removed it fully and tossed it away, fingers finding the inch of real red curls from her skull, she felt connected to her own body in a way she hadn’t felt since before Crystal found her.

You were getting impatient now, and your movements showed it. You weren’t trying to be pushy, but your worn out underwear were going to be completely unusable if your heat wasn’t given the attention it so desperately needed. With a slight push from you, Ink removed herself from your lips, and trailed slowly down your neck, leaving small droplets of moisture from her tongue that she’d come back for later. She moved down you with ease, not taking the same delicacy of time she had with your mouth. She wanted to taste you, more of you, all of you.

You weren’t wearing anything apart from the fabric now soaked through that was almost see-through now. It was gone in milliseconds.

There wasn’t any romantic lead up, no reverent lingering of flesh on thigh, nor a slow trail of kisses to the middle. There will be time for that later. For now, Ink was starved. Her tongue slipped into your lower lips and moved up in one quick flash. Then again. And again.

Her eyes found yours, and you cursed the mischievous gleam and the hint of a smirk that tugged her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing. Years of payback now at the mercy of her taking, and you wondered if this was a good idea after all.

That thought was gone as fast as it arrived, as Ink returned back to your lower lips, this time lingering there, moving her tongue up and down, sideways, every which way that got her closer to you. You wanted her higher, and she went. Her lips captured your bud and sucked, harsh and violently. It took a moment for the pleasure to find it’s way through the sensation but once it did, the sounds coming out like whimpers were all Ink needed to hear to keep going. Her own hand drifted lower, aching for attention of her own, but she wasn’t going to dare move from between your thighs, not now, and hopefully not ever.

That wasn’t her choice though, and the sight of her fingers slipping around her own bud made you unreasonably annoyed. You’re hand, which hadn’t moved from her hair, clawed at the side of her jaw, trying to find some traction to bring her back up to you. She pulled her hand away from herself to swipe you away, her mouth not leaving you. But you clawed again,

“Oi, quit it.” She muffled, only slightly annoyed that you distracted her from her job down here. When you didn’t respond, and only grabbed at her again she finally came up for air. “what the fuck is it? You don’t like it?” She said, her tone more mocking than sincere. "it really seems like you do."

“Shut up.” You snapped back, moving her over onto her back with such softness it almost frightened her. She sat up, her back against the wall the bed leaned up on, watching you move in your own way with less confidence than seconds ago. You knelt in front of her, slowly spreading her own legs, and placing your hand where hers had been. You moved softly, patiently, with kindness. With something close to adoration. But it can't be, it never would be, she thought. She watched your face with curiosity, as your eyes locked onto her covered core. Slowly, as if unwrapping a present, you removed the fabric and tossed it to the side for her. Ink’s breathing intensified. She didn’t like relenting control, not ever. But she couldn’t find it in herself to stop you as your fingers danced towards her center from line of her hips. The crevice created in this sitting position allowed for sparks to flow straight to where she wanted you to be. And you found your way there, agonisingly slowly but she had no care to speed you up. She relished in every second, every millisecond. The heat from the lightest touch sent every nerve of hers ablaze.

As the tips of your fingers landed on her bud, she leant forward with a hungry gasp. You moved them round in circles, before dipping lower to collect the wetness slowly appearing from the hole, bringing it back up to the bud and circling again. She inhaled sharply once more, before decidedly grabbing the back of your head and forcing it to her mouth; capturing it with renewed feverishness, like a starving lion came across a plentiful deer. It didn’t take long for that coil to grow tight in her lower stomach. It’d been years since she’d felt pleasure like this. From you nonetheless, it was a discovery that was never to be hidden again. Your movements kept going, and her kisses got sloppier.

She was panting, and her hips moving in time with your fingers movements. In moments, the wave crashed over her, and with a loud, coil breaking moan, she captured your bottom lip between her teeth and whined as the waves got softer.

You felt the need to complain about the biting, but the sound that came from Ink next stopped you. She laughed, softly and nearly silently, but a laugh still. Your heart did a flip. A few actually. Despite both being in states of undress, and hands, lips, fingers being everywhere, you felt oddly shy. Not the kind of shy on your first few weeks with the Jimmies, the shy you felt everytime you looked in her direction. The shy that made you sad when she ignored you, or made some kind of snarky remark. No, this was more like a feeling you wanted more of. Something you could only get from her here and now. You savoured it, unknowing if you'd ever see the likes of such rarity ever again. That thought scared you.

What you didn't realise was, she felt the same sense of fear, at the exact same time. She was braver than you, always had been, and her want was stronger than her hearts instincts. She moved you down again, pushing you with more ease onto your back once again. This time, as she lowered herself down back to your core, she wasn’t harsh or brutal. She was loving.

She took her time, kissing your bud, and licking around you, leaving her mark with the utmost gentleness. Her eyes were shut now, not open and teasing, but hiding the sheer emotion behind her lids. She wanted to give you everything, but couldn’t find it in her just yet to show you that. She’d make you feel everything instead. And you did. A few more soft movements on your clit and the same wave that consumed her moments ago, took over your shores. She crept back up, and just when you thought she was going to kiss you again, she stopped short.