The Valentino Way

Reaching out to wind an arm around the brunette’s waist, she presses her lips softly to her throbbing clit, teasing two long fingers over her slick folds. She’s so drenched already, it’s far too easy to just slide them inside her, curling the digits deep within her and stroking her in slow circles with her thumb.

❝ Shhh. You’re all right. I got you .  .  .  ❞

❝Mmmm— Really kinda LIKE you like this… ❞

She whines, squirming and grinding up, trying to get more of that cool tongue, “Please Ames....please I just need....”

It makes her chuckle softly to remember now, though, her lips humming softly as she nuzzles in between the younger’s slick thighs, giving her throbbing bud a kiss before slowly laving it over with her tongue.

She was probably going to pay for teasing her like this, but it was just too much goddamn fun to resist.

She whines, grinding her hips upwards to try and get more of that lovely relief, “Fuck...please...need you so bad...”

All thoughts of how to get payback on the teasing have been pushed to the back recesses of her mind, as she shivers. That cool mouth against the heat felt divine, and she just wants to ride the woman’s face into the sunset honestly.

That hand buried between her thighs keeps up the pace, thrusting in and out, thumb massaging her clit firmly with each press inwards, “Is this what you need, huh?”

There’s suddenly something so strange about being this close to the girl, and it’s not even related to their actions. She could swear, she has a scent like a hint of sulfur and embers, intermingling. That likely isn’t by choice. All right. Even more questions reserved for later. There’s other things flowing through her mind right now.

Nuzzling the side of the redhead’s neck, she doesn’t hesitate any longer to grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up over her waist, gliding two chilled fingertips up along her inner thigh and dancing them over her already-soaked panties, nearly purring as she feels her wetness through the thin fabric.

That kiss wasn’t helping the state of things, her lips crashing against the dark haired woman’s, almost as though trying to consume her. Her own hands tangling in the thin dark strands, holding her against the younger. Her nails digging into the other’s scalp, not wanting to lose her grip on her life saver.

Her legs fall open, skirt flipped up and out of the way, red lace barely covering anything and soaked through, clinging to the tender flesh beneath. She hisses as those fingers trail up her thigh, whining needily as the other’s attention wanders back to her neck, “You feel so nice...please...I’ll be so good for you...”

She smiles, humming softly against the woman’s throat as two fingers slide inside that slick heat, promising that long needed relief, “That’s not very nice, calling me a fuck.”

Hopefully, this shit wasn’t contagious. It hadn’t seemed that way last time, but it’d be sort of a beautiful, cruel irony if it could be sexually transmitted. Her eyes roll at the thought, and she sighs, her breath tickling the side of the redhead’s throat before she nuzzles in closer to press her lips to it, flicking her tongue out over the skin she expected to be smooth, and blinking when she feels something like stitches…

Probably better not to ask, she finally concludes, kissing along the area just above them as her hands slide under the hem of the younger’s skirt, letting her gently scratch her fingernails over her skin.

She moans as that tongue grazes over her throat, nails kneading at the older’s shoulders, whining as those fingers scratch up one of her thighs, “please....”