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A low chuckle vibrated in Sevika’s chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, kid. I was probably dreaming about kicking your ass at pool again.”

“Mmm…no,” Vi’s other hand snaked around, slipping under the hem of Sevika’s shirt to find the soft, supple weight of her breast. She palmed it, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it pebbled against her palm. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, pure honey and gravel. “You were making these pretty little sounds. The ones you make when I’m eating you out and you’re trying not to beg.”

Sevika’s breath hitched. Goddamn her. Vi knew every button, every trigger, every weak point. The confidence she had was irritating as hell, and it also made Sevika’s pussy clench with a helpless, immediate want. She hated how easily Vi could unravel her. She was unlike any of her previous partners.

“Okay, fine then. Keep going.” Sevika challenged, finally rolling onto her back to face her. The move was deliberate, a concession. An invitation.

Vi’s grin was a slash of white in the dim light. “Of course, Sev.”

In one fluid motion, Vi straddled her, settling her weight over Sevika’s hips. Her thighs, powerful and corded with muscle, bracketed Sevika’s body. She was all wiry strength above her, pink hair a messy halo around her sharp yet soft, beautiful face. She ducked her head, and Sevika met her halfway, their mouths finding the other.

Sevika’s hands came up to grip Vi’s ass, pulling her down harder, grinding her hips up in a slow, dirty circle. The friction was delicious, the thin fabric of their shorts doing nothing to mute the heat or the growing slickness between Sevika’s own thighs. The sunlight seeping through blinds decorated their lazy body’s wrapped around bundled covers, the birds outside chirping a relaxing record for them. They continued to move against each other, their tease irresistible for both of them.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Vi gasped against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her eyes, usually a vibrant blue, were dark and hazy with lust. “Show me how much you want it.” She braced her hands on the headboard, caging Sevika in.

Vi didn’t wait for an answer, though. She shifted back, her deft fingers hooking into the waistband of Sevika’s shorts. Sevika lifted her hips, an easy, practiced motion, and Vi peeled the damp cotton down her legs, tossing them carelessly over the side of the bed.

The cool morning air kissed Sevika’s slick pussy, making her shiver. Vi’s gaze was a physical weight, hot and possessive. She took her time looking, dragging her eyes over the dark thatch of hair, the flushed, swollen lips of Sevika’s cunt. “Fuck, Sev. You’re dripping already.”

Then Vi was on her, her mouth replacing her fingers with a shocking, wet heat. No teasing, no preamble. She sealed her lips over Sevika’s clit and sucked.

A choked sound tore from Sevika’s throat. Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers tangling in Vi’s pink hair, gripping hard enough to make the other woman grunt. Vi didn’t let up. She worked Sevika’s clit with the flat of her tongue, then the tip, alternating between broad, firm strokes and tight, fast flicks. Her hands spread Sevika’s thighs wide, holding her open, completely exposed. The sounds were obscene—the wet, rhythmic slurping of Vi’s mouth, Sevika’s ragged breaths, the creak of the bedframe.

Sevika let her head fall back, losing herself in the pleasure. The girl was good. Insanely good. But she was forgetting one thing.

“Fingers,” Sevika commanded, her voice strained but unwavering. “Now.”

Vi lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening with Sevika’s arousal. A smirk played on her lips. She purposely hesitated, tilting her head to the left. “Say please?”

“Don’t push your luck, Vi.” The warning was clear.

The smirk widened, but she obeyed. Two slender, calloused fingers slid inside Sevika with no resistance. Her pussy swallowed them greedily, clamping down tight. Vi set a merciless rhythm, curling her fingertips just so to press against that sensitive spot on her front wall while her tongue returned to its assault on her clit.

It was a perfect, coordinated attack. Too perfect. Sevika felt the coil tightening in her belly, the familiar, blinding edge of release approaching. Not yet.

“Stop,” she breathed.

Vi’s movements stilled instantly. She looked up, a flash of confusion and challenge in her eyes. She didn’t pull her fingers out, just held them there, a deep, potent pressure inside Sevika’s cunt. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Sevika’s hand tightened in Vi’s pinkishhair, pulling her head up, forcing her to meet Sevika’s gaze. Vi’s lips were coated in her wetness. “I’m telling you when I come. Got it?”

Understanding, followed by a grin, dawned on Vi’s face. “Yeah,” she breathed, the word puffing against Sevika’s core. “Got it.”

“Good. Now keep going. But slower.”

Vi obeyed, but the pace she set was absolutely calculated torture. Her fingers withdrew almost completely before gliding back in, a slow, deliberate drag that made Sevika’s toes curl. Her tongue lapped at Sevika’s clit in long, lazy strokes, savoring the taste. Every thrust, every flick of her tongue was a question, and Sevika was the one holding the answer if she liked it or loved it. She dictated the rhythm with the tug of Vi’s hair, the roll of her hips, the quiet sighs of approval or the sharp intake of breath that meant ‘more, faster, now.’

Vi’s free hand roamed, mapping the terrain of Sevika’s body. She stroked the strong muscles of Sevika’s inner thighs, scraped her nails lightly over the sensitive brown skin of her hips. She kneaded the flesh of Sevika’s ass, pulling her closer, deeper.

Time seemed to warp and stretch, defined only by the steady build of pleasure. Sevika closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations—the wet heat of Vi’s mouth, the fullness of her fingers, the growing tension winding tighter and tighter in her core. She could feel Vi’s own arousal in the way she shifted her hips, in the desperate little sounds she made in the back of her throat as she ate Sevika out with single-minded devotion.

“Another finger,” Sevika demanded, her voice hoarse.

Vi added a third, stretching her wide. The stretch was a perfect, sweet ache, and Sevika rocked her hips down to meet each thrust, taking Vi’s fingers deeper. The pressure against her inner walls was immense, and Vi’s tongue was flicking relentlessly at her clit now, no longer slow and lazy but focused and fast. She was waiting for the signal. For permission.

The coil snapped. “Don’t stop,” Sevika gasped, her thighs trembling. “Right there, fuck, Vi—don’t stop—”

Vi doubled down, sucking hard on her clit, her fingers pumping into her at that same demanding pace, hitting that spot over and over until Sevika’s vision went white. Her orgasm tore through her, a violent, shuddering wave that started in her clit and radiated through her entire body. Her back bowed off the bed, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed around Vi’s fingers, a gush of wetness flooding the other woman’s hand.

Vi worked her through it, milking every last aftershock until Sevika’s body went limp, boneless against the mattress, a fine sheen of sweat cooling on her skin. She felt drunk, deliciously wrecked.

Finally, Vi released her. She gently withdrew her fingers, but not before giving one last, slow lick to clean up the mess she’d made. Vi crawled back up Sevika’s body, her face flushed and triumphant. She collapsed onto her side, propping her head up on her hand.

Despite their morning breath, they kissed again—slow, deep, and tasting of Sevika. Vi slipped her tongue into Sevika’s mouth, letting her taste herself, a move that was both possessive and intimate.

“Look at you,” Vi murmured, her thumb stroking Sevika’s cheek. “All fucked out.”

A lazy, satisfied smile played on Sevika’s lips. Her own hand drifted down, finding the hem of Vi’s sleep-shorts. Her fingers ghosted over the damp patch at the crotch, feeling the heat radiating from Vi’s own neglected pussy. “Let me,” Sevika rasped, her voice still thick with post-orgasm bliss. She was ready to return the favor, to spend the next hour making Vi see stars.

But Vi caught Sevika's wrist, kissing it softly. "Don't worry about it," she said with affectionate smugness. "I'll get mine later."

Sevika's brow furrowed in confusion as Vi rolled on top of her, pinning one wrist above her head. Vi's free hand slid down Sevika's body, fingers tracing light lines until they found her wet folds again. It was not to fuck her, but to explore, to remind her who belonged to whom. Vi's index finger slipped through cum-slick folds, circling Sevika's clit without quite touching. The slow, possessive reclamation sent warm pleasure through Sevika's veins.

They kissed deeply, languidly, Vi tasting of Sevika's release and coffee. Vi's fingers continued their unhurried exploration, mapping every contour just because she could. Just as Sevika's hips began seeking more pressure, an alarm peered through their coordinated intimacy.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Vi froze, nose wrinkling. "Fucking…ugh.”

Sevika groaned, silencing the 7:00 AM alarm. The magical bubble of their bed had popped, letting in work reality.

Vi rolled off with a huff. "So stupid… worst timing ever."

Sevika propped herself up, gaze dropping to the damp patch on Vi's shorts. "Later," she promised, voice serious. Sevikas hand curled around Vi’s neck, her thumb caressing her cheek. “When I get home, I’ll get you back."

Vi captured her thumb, sucking it. "You better not be late, then. Because I wanted to do a lot more to you.”

Sevika leaned in for a hard quick kiss that was a pact sealed with plump lips. "I’ll make sure, baby. "

Reluctantly, she threw off the covers and stood, feeling Vi's appreciative gaze on her naked form. "Like what you see?"

"Always," Vi replied. She found a shirt on the floor—unsure if it was hers or Sevikas—and began putting it on. “But I'll like it more tonight when it's pinned under me."

Sevika chuckled, walking toward the bathroom with Vi's eyes on her—a palpable promise of what would happen the second she returned home.