mdni smut ⋮ caitlin clark x reader no ai written by me & teddy ( @vanillacupcakexo )
A full week, the longest one of your life, even though nothing’s really changed.
She’s still everywhere, when you pick up your phone, she’s on your timeline, on your TV, and more persistently in the back of your mind like an unskippable song. Yeah, Caitlin’s busy. You know that. You’re laying on your side in the warmth of your bedroom, watching commercials as you space out, eyes locked on something, fiddling with your phone. Ugh.
Truly busy. Her interviews are stacked back to back, cameras in her face, smiling with the questions she answers, countless events and outings, she does it all with no complaints.
The interviews are never really about basketball. Not once you listen closely. They’re filled things you have to translate, like sanding her down into something people can understand without knowing her. You’re too aware of it.
What does Caitlin eat? how does Caitlin sleep? what does Caitlin laugh at when the cameras are off? Or how she loves her friends, silly stories from college, how supportive her family is, all what makes her legible to strangers who want to feel like they know her. You guess it’s so easy to love someone, especially when that someone is Caitlin, when they come with a little instruction manual.
He fits into that version of her easily. Of course he does. He’s basic and a nobody, the kind of nobody that looks alright, I guess, standing next to her in photos. He’s the basicness people expect. He answers questions without ever really saying anything.
You pause for a moment and your eyes squint naturally
He’s perfect for it, actually, perfect for mundane captions and birthday posts, commenting hearts or making jokes, and being just visible enough to complete the picture.
Your phone slips in your grip, and you laugh.
The supportive boyfriend. The proof. The punctuation mark at the end of her sentence.
You see it everywhere once you start looking. How natural it all appears, how effortless and easy.
Because you know how she sounds when she’s not performing, you know what disappears when she’s being under scrutiny by too many people at once. You know Caitlin’s not an easy girl. So the longer you sit with it, the clearer it gets
You smile, and roll over, it’s almost silly how people believe whatever they see. You turn your head back to the TV and lick your lips.
Only if they knew, you think.
It doesn’t matter. With the light soft overhead, and your show back on, you focus back, clearing your mind.
You regrip your phone, and as you do it pings again. Before you can unlock it with Face ID, you already see who it’s from.
You stare at your phone and god, you already know why. of course she wants to come over. of course she’s pissed again. You don’t know exactly what happened, but you have an idea. You picture her pacing with her phone or sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hands, and you don’t think too hard about it. You don’t want to. You just know she wouldn’t be asking if she didn’t need out. You type back, and when you do, she responds immediately.
She hasn’t been this angry in months.
You heart races as you prop yourself up on your elbows, concerned and needing to calm her. Your fingers fly as you type with a calm urgency, adding honey to soothe her, and she’s typing and hitting send the millisecond you reply.
You drop your phone for a moment. And close your eyes, running a hand down your face. Of course it’s him. Connor. Synonymous with walking headache. Connors a fucking parasite who hears leave me alone and decides it’s a discussion. You can picture him too close to her, acting confused like that isn’t his favorite trick. Like he hasn’t been pushing and pushing just to see how far he can take it. He gives you the heebie jeebies. The absolute creeps.
You loathe him. bone-deep. So much, just the sight of his name makes your face contort.
Of course it’s him ruining her night.
Of course it’s him making her feel trapped. He always thinks he’s entitled to her time, her patience, her. You frown at the phone, and before you can respond, she’s already sent two more messages.
and just like that, everything in you eases a little.
Aw. My sweet angel. You frown in the way you do when something means a lot to you. Because of course she does. Of course she wants you when she’s like this. You picture it automatically, Caitlin knocking, shoes kicked off wherever, collapsing into you like she’s been holding herself together all day just to finally fall apart somewhere safe. Asking you to play with her hair. Going quiet. All small and needy and soft once the irritation wears off. She’s going to ask you to call her “caity pie” like she always does. Probably insisting on a movie she’s already seen a million times. Probably asleep before the halfway point. You smile naturally. Yeah. Okay. yeah.
You were already told her she could come over, but her saying she wants you melts your heart. You need to get her away from that lunatic.
i’ll be over in 20 minutes
You’re already up after her text, you don’t want to waste a single fleeting moment. You turn the big light off, and the bedroom feels better immediately. You grab the blanket she always somehow manages to slide over and take completely for herself and shake it out, laying it across the bed. Should I offer her water? You add it to the bedside so she doesn’t have to ask. The space is already clean so there’s not much to do. You’re just focused on cozifiying the space so she has somewhere sweet to be. You scroll through movies and pick one she’s already seen, something she won’t have to pay attention to that can run in the back. It can always be changed later. It’s paused on the opening screen, remote set right where she can reach it even though she’s not here yet. You move with purpose to the living room and lower the lamp, leave the overhead off. You check the fridge. nothing fancy. that’s fine. you pull out fruit and set it on the counter, then move it to the coffee table because you know she won’t want to stand. you grab the wine and pour it before she’s here because she’ll drink whatever you put in her hand, and you want her to loosen up and shed off whatever occurred before arriving. Try not to overdo it. You fiddle with the lamp again even though you already decided the lighting is correct. The lighting is soft in both rooms. You have fruit ouy. You have wine out. Now you wait for her to arrive. You flop onto the couch for a second and immediately sit back up because that feels wrong. She’s not here yet. You wait by the door instead. Time passes and you don’t track it, you’re too intent on wanting to get the door immediately before she has to knock. Time passes, and you think about how m detrimental he is to her. For her. One way or another, this ends tonight. You’ll make sure of it. the faintest shift of sound comes the other side of the door. your heart stutters
You hear her before you see her. She softly knocks like she already aware you’re right there
Once you open the door and she’s already moving, no pause or hello. Her hands come up to your shoulders, fingers curling into your shirt like absolute needs to hold onto you, and her mouth is on yours before you can say her name. It surprises you, but your arms go to her waist, holding Cait, knowing she’s with you, and feeling better. Her kiss is messy and urgent and a little uncoordinated, she obviously didn’t plan it, it’s as if she just needed to feel you immediately. Her lips are so warm and soft. She makes this small sound in the back of her throat when you kiss her back and it breaks something open in your chest.
her hair is down, falling loose around her face, you can feel it brushing your cheeks and your jaw, as she leans into you. She smells like the same perfume she always wears.
you barely manage to shut the door behind her before she’s kissing you again, slower this time but just as needy, her forehead pressing into yours between kisses like she needs the contact to feel better.
“Hey,” you murmur, hands coming up to her back. You pull back just enough to look at her. You gently brush her hair behind her ears. “Slow down, baby. talk to me.”
When she looks down at you, your heart sinks. Because her eyes are glossy. Caitlins not full on crying, or falling apart, just dangerously close to, where it looks like everything is being held together by sheer will. Her lashes are damp, and her mouth trembles when she opens her mouth to answer you.
“i’m sorry,” she whispers, voice a little rough. “i just- i couldn’t-”
You shake your head, gentle, palms on her cheeks, thumbs brushing under her eyes. “Cait, no. No no no, baby. You don’t have to apologize. Don’t apologize.”
“I missed you” she cries, voice breaking and tears flowing freely unable to stay back, as she rests her head on your shoulder and wraps her arms around your neck. Whatever restraint she had left dissolves all at once as her tears soak your top
You unhurriedly guide her forward and steady to the couch, holding her afraid she might tip over if you don’t keep her moving. She follows you without protest, so pliant in a way that makes your chest ache sweetly. She lets you lead her, and you know she trusts you completely with where she’s meant to land.
You sit first, and she comes immediately after. Crawls, really. Like distance is unbearable. She tries to fit herself into your lap without asking, knees awkward and long and everywhere, all limbs and height and no awareness of it at all. She’s way too big for this. Anyone could see that. And yet she folds into you like she’s small, like she fits, like this is exactly where she belongs.
Her arms slide around your neck, yet again, as if she’s thinking if she loosens her grip even a little, you’ll vanish. Her forehead presses into the side of your face. You can feel the tension in her immediately, frustration still crackling through her even now that she’s here with you
you murmur low and sweet, not wanting to startle her. “You okay?”
She nods against you, barely perceptible, and you help her shift again to get her settled, as she clings tighter. You hand her the glass you already poured, guiding it into her fingers. She holds it with both hands taking a small sip, then another, shoulders still tight.
You stroke her face, as she sips, your pretty baby looking pitiful, and you whisper gentle words of encouragement to get her to feel better. “It’s okay, my angel. You’re with me now.” She nods into the cup, into your shoulder, with a desperate motion. She tries to balance the cup in her lap, not wanting to stick you with the task of putting it back, but you take it from her and set it down as she dips her face back in your neck.
You slide one arm back around her, securing your baby, anchoring her to you. Not like she’d want to leave anyway. Her legs end up tangled in yours now rather than draped, and she clumsily nuzzles into the space between your neck and shoulder, tiny huffs warm against your skin. Her nose presses there and she closes her eyes.
Your hand finds her thigh, and you rub slow circles through the fabric, the same motion over and over, to let her know you love her, and this moment isn’t going anywhere.
Caitlin melts into your touch with an exhale.
Her breathing drops, just a little, and so do her shoulders. her chest rises and falls slower, as she curls in tighter, removing her arms from your neck and tucking them in against herself so there’s no space left between you.
It’s evident, she’s asking to be held.
You wrap her up properly this time, both arms, pulling her close until she’s fully contained within your grasp. Her head fits perfectly under your chin. She’s still way to large for your lap, 6 feet of length, but she’s still yours to hold, your girl, your baby, and her body softens as soon as she realizes she has you to cradle her.
She makes a frustrated little sound, more upset than sad now, and it breaks your heart all over again.
Such a capable person. Such a mess in your arms. Such a baby about it, and she knows she can be. That’s the worst part. That’s the sweetest part
You lean in and press a gentle kiss to Caity’s eyelid, softly. She stills completely at the touch, lashes fluttering down. And she hums. “I only love you,” she gets out, voice still soft. “I mean it, only you.” she says again.
“I love you too, and I know.” you whisper.
She rolls her head on your neck shoulder area again, frustrated. “I fucking hate him.”
Your hand keeps moving along her thigh, stroking up and down the soft skin just below the fabric of her pants. It’s meant to soothe, but Caitlin’s body has other ideas. She shifts in your lap, her thighs clenching together with a subtle grind, like she’s trying to ease the sudden heat building between them. Her breath hitches against your neck, it’s warm and uneven, and you feel the way her hips press down just a little harder, chasing friction she won’t admit to yet.
You fight a tiny smirk, even though she can’t see it, your thumb tracing lazy circles higher on her inner thigh now, close enough to feel the warmth emitting from her core. God. She squirms again, thighs squeezing tight, that ache obvious in the way her body tenses and releases. “He doesn’t get you, Cait,” you murmur, voice steady, your other hand slides up her back to tangle in her hair, holding her close as you continue
“Never has. Thinks he’s helping, but all he does is push you away from what you actually need.”
“He can’t touch you right either, Fuck, he wouldn’t know where to start. Not like this.”
She goes still in your arms, listening, her head tilting just enough to press her cheek against your jaw. It’s that quiet she slips into sometimes, eyes half-lidded, body purely pliant under your words she loves letting you lead
You lean in closer, lips brushing her ear as your hand inches higher, fingertips grazing the edge of her shorts, feeling the damp heat seeping through. “Not like me. I know what you really need, baby. I see how you’re aching right now, thighs rubbing together like that because you can’t help it. Let me take care of it, I’ll do you so good, so deep, until you’re shaking baby.”
Caitlin whines loud, her head nodding desperately in your neck, saying everything without any words. You feel it even more in the way her body melts further into yours, thighs still pressed tight like she’s holding back a flood. “Yeah, baby girl,” you coo, voice rough with the heat building between you both. “i got you. let’s get you somewhere i can really take care of this”
You shift her in your lap, standing up with her legs wrapped around your waist, her arms clinging to your neck like she’ll never let go. She’s heavy in your hold, all her princessy muscle, and you carry her to the best of your ability toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you with your foot. The room’s dim, just like you set it, you gently lay her on the bed, and she still doesn’t let go.
Caitlin’s already tugging at her clothes as you ease her down, fingers fumbling with the hem of her tank top, but you stop her with a firm hand, laughing at her impatience. “Woah,” she looks up at you with those doe eyes that make you almost feel bad for putting a halt to her efforts. “Slow down baby. I’m getting there. Let me take my time, m’kay?”
Her body is arching up toward you like she’s starving and a loving chuckle escapes your lips yet again at the way her chest heaves with frustrated need. She whimpers softly, her hips shifting restlessly beneath you, but she nods “Mmkay,” biting her lower lip eyes pleading for your contact
You release her hand and trail your fingers down her sides, savoring the way her muscles quiver under your touch. Dipping your head, you press your mouth to the swell of her breast through the thin cotton, your lips parting to suck lightly at the fabric, tasting the taste of her skin underneath. She’s not wearing a bra. Your hand cups the other breast fully, thumb circling the hardening nipple until it strains against the material, and you squeeze just hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat. She smells like vanilla and sweat, a heady thick mix that makes your mouth water as you nuzzle deeper, inhaling her deeply while your free hand slides under the hem of her top, pushing it up inch by inch to expose her flushed skin.
Caitlin’s back bows off the mattress, her thighs parting mindlessly as if begging for more, and you can’t help but smile against her flesh.
“See? See honey? Connor never does this, does he? Never takes his time to make you feel like this.” Your words murmur right into her cleavage, as you lick a slow path up to her collarbone, your teeth grazing making your princess even wetter. She shakes her head frantically, her hands finally free to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer with desperate urgency. “No...”
“No?” you tease, already knowing the answer.
She sighs, more a moan, at the pleasure of your mouth, pressing your head closer with a cute grip. “He just fucking fumbles around. Please, don’t stop, please, please.”
You know Connor could never appreciate Caitlin like you do. Take time with her body, know what makes her gush, know how to execute it, it pisses you off knowing he ever fooled around with her
You oblige to your angel’s request, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugging them down her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down except for the damp patch on her panties that clings to her folds.
Her pussy lips outline clearly through the soaked fabric, so swollen and ready, so you run your palm over it flat, feeling the heat and wetness. She bucks against your hand, a soft moan spilling out as you press firmer, rubbing in slow circles that make her clit throb under your touch. “Mm, you’re so wet already,” you whisper, hooking a finger under the edge of her panties to slide them aside, exposing her glistening pretty slit to the cool air of the bedroom.
Your mouth salivates at the sight, and you lower yourself between her thighs, spreading them wider with your shoulders as you kiss the inside of her knee, then higher, nipping at the sensitive skin on her inner upper thighs until she’s trembling.
Caitlin’s fingers retighten in your hair, guiding you closer, her breath coming in ragged pants. “I need you... right there. He never... god, he never eats me out.” You don’t make her wait any longer, your tongue flicks out to trace her outer lips, lapping up the slick arousal that coats her, it’s uniquely Caitlin, salty and sweet on your taste buds. She cries out, hips jerking up to fuck your mouth, and you seal your lips around her clit, sucking gently while your fingers part her folds wider, dipping inside just enough to tease her entrance
Her walls clench around the tip of your finger, she’s absurdly hot and velvety, pulling you in deeper as you curl it upward to stroke that spot that makes her whole body seize. You add a second finger, pumping them slowly at first, matching the pace of your tongue swirling over her clit, building the pressure until her thighs clamp around your head.
“Thank you,” she gasps. “Yes... fuck, just like that,” her voice breaking as waves of pleasure crash through her. You glance up to see her face contorted in bliss, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, and it only spurs you on, your own arousal pooling between your own legs as you devour her, sucking, licking, nuzzling, doing everything just right determined to make her forget every clumsy touch Connor ever gave her.
Caitlin’s thighs quiver around your ears as you plunge your tongue deeper into her slick heat, lapping at the creamy arousal that drips from her pussy in thick rivulets. You suck up every drop. You swirl your tongue inside her, tasting every fold, every hidden crease that pulses, while your fingers thrust in and out, coated in her juices that squelch obscenely with each pump. She grinds against your face, her clit swollen and throbbing against your upper lip, and you suck it harder, flicking the tip with rapid strokes that make her entire body convulse.
No fucking wonder she’s stressed all the time. Her moans turn into desperate sobs, as you think. Her poor princess pussy is starved. Of everything. Especially this kind of worship because that fucking fag Connor never bothers to learn her. He can’t make her cum at all, probably just pokes around like a clueless boy, leaving her frustrated and aching, but you know exactly how to suck her, how to get messy, how to get the job done, how to push her over the tipping point until she gushes for you alone.
You pull back just bit to blow a cool stream of air over her drenched slit, watching her lips twitch and part, begging for more contact. Her eyes flutter open, finding yours with that raw hunger that only surfaces when she’s with you, and you hold her gaze as you slide your fingers out, strings of her slick connecting them to her entrance before you bring them to your mouth.
You suck them clean deliberately, moaning at the tangy flood of her essence, letting her see how much you crave her pussy’s taste. “Look at you, princess,” you murmur, your voice rough with lust, “soaking my chin already. he could never get you this messy, could he?”
Caitlin shakes her head vigorously, her chest rising and falling, tears of need pricking at the corners of her eyes as she reaches down to spread her pussy lips wider for you, exposing the bubblegum pink, glistening heaven that clenches around nothing.
You dive back in without mercy, your tongue spearing into her hole, fucking her with it while your nose grinds against her clit, taking deep inhales of the musky scent of her arousal that fills the room like a fog. Her hips buck wildly, smearing her wetness across your cheeks, nose, and lips, and you grip under her ass cheeks hard, spreading them to give yourself better access, your thumbs brushing the puckered ring of her asshole just to feel her jolt.
She’s a mess. Her princess folds are swollen and raw from your attention, and you know this is what she needs, your undivided focus, not his lazy thrusts that barely graze her. You curl your tongue upward, pressing against that spongy spot inside her that makes her walls flutter, and she wails your name, her body arching like a bowstring pulled taut. “It’s too good… uh, you’re too good baby” she pants, her voice breaking as you add your fingers back in, three now, stretching her wide and pumping deep, your palm slapping wetly against her mound with every drive
The bed creaks under her thrashing, her head lolls back, sheets tangling around her, her toes curling over your shoulders. You can feel her about to cum, the way her inner muscles clamp down on your fingers sucking them deeper, so you don’t let up, your mouth seals again over her clit to hum vibrations right through it. you lap up the fresh gush that spills from her, her pussy farting out air and juice in lewd bursts as you fingerfuck her harder, twisting your wrist to hit every angle, and mouth to lick up the drops.
Connor would never appreciate this, you seethe inwardly, picturing his useless fumbling hands while you worship her like the queen she is, drawing out every whimper, every shudder until she’s sobbing for release.
Your poor baby never gets to cum if she doesn’t see you, locked under her stress because he’s too fucking incompetent to get her off. Tonight, you’ll drown her in pleasure she could only dream of
She’s close, so close, her breaths coming in hyperventilated gasps, it’s such music to your ears, and you speed up, your arm aching, hand cramping from the relentless pace but you push through, determined to make her explode.
“Cum for me, baby,” you spit against her flesh, the words muffled by her dripping lips, “show me what that loser can’t give you.” Caitlin’s hands fly to her own breasts, pinching her nipples viciously as her back snaps off the bed, and then she shatters, her pussy convulsing around your fingers in frantic spasms, squirting hot fluid that soaks your hand and chin in a messy spray.
You keep licking through it, prolonging the waves as she rides your face, her cries echoing off the bedroom walls, body slick with sweat and release that puddles beneath her ass
When she finally collapses, trembling and body spent, you crawl up her body, kissing a trail over her quivering stomach, between her heaving breasts, up to her neck where you suck a mark that’ll bruise tomorrow, a reminder of who owns her. She pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tasting herself on your tongue, moaning into your mouth as her hands roam your back, nails digging in with possessive scratches.
“I need you,” she whispers fiercely against your lips, her eyes heavy with post orgasm, before finishing with a gentle “I love you.” staring in your eyes with a soft look. You smile, your girl is the cutest, nipping at her earlobe as you grind your own soaked pussy against her thigh, letting her feel how turned on you are from eating her out. “I know, baby. I’m here now, and I’m not done yet.”
You roll her onto her side, shedding your clothing, then sliding in to spoon behind her, your breasts pressing into her back as you hook one leg over hers to spread her open again. Your hand snakes down, fingers finding her oversensitive clit and rubbing slow, firm circles that make her hiss and squirm, trying to push your hand away. She’s still dripping, her cum cooling on her thighs, but you dip lower, sliding two fingers back into her sloppy hole, feeling the aftershocks clench around you. Connor could never take his time like this, you think with a surge of contempt, he’d be snoring by now, oblivious to her needs, but you savor every twitch, every gasp, knowing exactly what makes her gush again. You kiss her shoulder, licking, swirling your tongue as you curl your fingers inside her, stroking that spongy spot relentlessly while your thumb presses her clit, pushing her a second round despite her whimpers of overstimulation.
“There’s my girl,” you purr, your other hand cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between your fingers until it pebbles hard again. Her body is responding crazily, hips rocking, fucking really, back against your hand, crying out sweet “uh, uh, uh, uhg”’s chasing the penetration as fresh slick coats your palm
You know her so well. the way her breath hitches when you graze her g-spot just right, the subtle shift in her moans when you add pressure to her clit. He can’t make her cum at all, that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, leaving your princess stressed and unfulfilled, but you? You’ll milk every drop from Caitlin until she’s limp and blabbering. She turns her head to capture your lips, kissing you hungrily, her tongue tangling with yours in a wet, desperate dance that mirrors the squelching sounds from below.
You add a third finger, stretching her wider, and she keens, her walls fluttering as you pump deeper, your knuckles bumping her ass with each thrust.
Her arousal smeared everywhere. on the sheets, your skin, her thighs, and you revel in it, in the warm intimacy of her body yielding to you completely. “Feel that?” you whisper hotly in her ear, nipping the lobe. “That’s what appreciation feels like. I don’t use you. I want to drown in you.” She nods, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, her hand reaching back to grip your hip, pulling you closer as if she can’t get enough. Your own pussy aches, throbbing against her leg, but you focus on her, twisting your fingers to hit that perfect angle in her pussy, feeling her build again, faster this time, her breaths ragged and pleading
When she cums the second time, it’s quieter but deeper, her body seizing in your arms, pussy gushing around your fingers in hot pulses that leak down your wrist. You hold her through it, kissing her neck softly now, murmuring praises as she shudders and sobs, completely over the edge.
You’re not satisfied yet; you know she needs more, needs to erase every trace of him from her mind. Sliding out from behind her, you flip her onto her back again, straddling her waist and grinding your dripping folds against her stomach, leaving a trail of your own wetness on her skin. “Watch me, princess,” you say, voice husky, as you lean forward to dangle your breasts over her mouth. She latches on eagerly, sucking your nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while her hands knead your ass, pulling you down harder against her.
You rock against her, your clit sliding over the ridges of her abs, chasing your own need to cum while she worships your chest, switching to the other nipple and biting just enough to sting. The friction builds fast, your juices smearing across her belly in shiny streaks, and you grind faster, moaning loudly as the pressure gets more intense with each rub. She’s yours now, your stressed princess finally free to cum, cumming twice already, and you’ll make sure she sees that every time she looks at you. Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, your pussy clenching on nothing as you squirt against her skin, hot and entirely messy, soaking her from ribs to navel.
Panting, you collapse beside her, both of you a tangle of limbs and resting in fluids, the bedroom air thick with the delicious smell.
Caitlin’s still catching her breath, body limp from her orgasm, but her eyes are hungry as hell as you hover over her, the taste of her still on your lips. “Please,” she pleads, voice hoarse and breaking, rolling onto her stomach without waiting for you to say a word. Her ass lifts high, knees digging into the mattress, back arching deep to present herself, pussy still twitching, lips puffy and slick, a mix of her cum and your saliva dripping down her thighs. She twists her head, looking back over her shoulder with those wide, pleading eyes, cheeks flushed red. “Strap me.” She wiggles her ass, pulling one cheek back with her hand. “Please, I need your strap so bad. Fuck me like he never could.”
You smirk involuntarily from her request, the way she scrambled into place so quickly, for you, her word choice, the way she said it, it has you already reaching underneath the bed for the harness. You pull it out, the thick dildo already on, nine inches of veined black rubber, base wide to stretch her fully.
“Oh,” you breathe out low, stepping into the straps and buckling them right around your hips. “my needy little cutie.” Caitlin whimpers at the sound, pushing her ass back like she won’t wait another second, but you grab her hip, flipping her over with a firm tug. “Not like that, baby girl. Get on your back for me. Missionary. I wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you.”
Caitlin’s eyes widen at your command, surprise meeting desperate lust as she flips onto her back, legs falling open wide like she's offering herself up on an altar. Her pussy snd thighs glistens under the dim bedroom light, swollen folds parted just enough to show the creamy remnants of moments ago, a thin trail of it slipping down to her asshole. She props herself on her elbows, chest heaving, nipples peaked and begging for. You drag the tip along her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there, watching her shiver and bite her lip hard enough to leave a mark.
“Like this?” she whispers, voice trembling with need, her hands fisting the sheets as she spreads her legs even wider, knees bending to hook over your shoulders. “You wanna see how much I need it from you?”
“I do,” you slap the tip lightly against her clit, the wet smack making her jolt and gasp. Her hips twitch upward instinctively, chasing the contact, but you pull back just out of reach. “Damn right I do, Cait.” You want to see every twitch, every tear when she begs for more.
She shakes her head frantically, dark hair splayed across the pillow like a halo for your fallen angel. “you’re making me crazy already. Please, slide it in. I can take it all.” Her voice cracks on the last word, eyes locked on the dildo as you circle her entrance with the broad head, parting her lips without pushing forward, letting her feel the stretch
You lean down, giving a bruising kiss, tongues sliding messily as you grind the tip just inside her, barely breaching, feeling her walls flutter around the intrusion. She grunts into you, hands flying up to clutch your shoulders, nails digging crescents into your skin. Breaking the kiss, you trail your lips to her ear, nipping the lobe. “Tell me how bad you want it Caitlin. Tell me why he doesn’t deserve this pussy anymore.” Your free hand roams her body, pinching a nipple hard, rolling it until she arches off the bed with a whine.
“God, I want it so much,” she pants, her breath hot against your neck as she tries to rock her hips up, but you pin her down with your weight, controlling the pace. “He doesn’t deserve my pussy because he can’t fuck me right. Can’t make me soak the sheets like you do.” Her words dissolve into a groan as you push in another inch, the dildo splitting her open slowly, her slick coating it in shiny layers that drip back onto her ass.
You haul her to the edge of the bed, pulling her long pale legs over your shoulders as she automatically lies back, already understating the new position.
You’re deeper now, strap kissing Cait’s cervix, jamming in so sweetly watching her face contort in frustrated pleasure, brows furrowed, lips parted in silent pleas. The way her pussy grips the toy is obscene, inner muscles visible as they clench and release, pulling it deeper on their own. Who the fuck could squander this? your perfect, responsive princess, body made for worship like this. “Mhm, That’s right,” you murmur, as you hook her legs higher your arms, she’s folded in half, her knees pressed to her shoulders. This angle exposes her completely, as you drag her back by her thighs, with each bury. you’re titling your head, her asshole winking with every shallow pump, and you spit down onto it casually, watching the saliva mix with her juices and trickle lower.
“Oh shit,” she breathes, eyes rolling back as the new sensation hits, her body tensing then melting under you. “What are you- fuck, that’s dirty. Do it again. I love when you spit on me.” she mewls, you oblige, gathering more spit in your mouth and letting it fall in a warm dribble right over her clit, rubbing it in with your thumb while you sink deeper, halfway now, the veined ridges dragging against her walls with a slick schlick.
You pull out almost all the way, the strap gleaming with her arousal, then snap your hips forward, burying it to the hilt in one controlled thrust. She screams, back bowing, pussy farting out air around the base as it stretches her to the limit, juices squirting out in a messy arc that splatters your thighs. “Look at that gush.“ you coo, stroking her hair
Caitlin’s hands scramble, one reaching to tangle in your hair, the other slapping at your ass to urge you deeper, harder. “Yours, all yours,” she sobs, tears streaking her cheeks from the overwhelming fullness. “Pound me, please. Make it hurt so good. Mm,” she falters. “it never feels like anything compared to this, you fills me up, yours hit everything.” Her dirty talk eggs you on, and you fuck a brutal pace, hips snapping forward with wet slaps that echo through the room, the harness grinding deliciously against your own swollen clit
Slowing your thrusts to deep, grinding rolls, you reach down, fingers before circling her asshole teasingly. “Ever had both holes played with at once?” you ask, voice husky, as you press one finger in alongside the dildo, feeling her ring give way with a pop, her body clenching down hard on both intrusions.
Her eyes snap open, wild and shocked, but the moan that follows is pure ecstasy. "No- fuck, no one’s ever... oh god, yes.. ah yes, stretch me everywhere,” she bucks against you, the dual penetration making her walls ripple, fresh cream bubbling out around the strap
You lean in close, foreheads touching, breaths mingling as you fuck her like this, dildo plunging deep into her pussy, finger twisting in her ass, thumb now flicking her clit in erratic patterns. “Feel that, baby? That’s what real fucking is.” She nods fast, sweat drips from your brow onto her cheek, the room reeking of sweat, cum, and raw sex.
“I’m ruined,” she gasps, her voice breaking into whimpers “deeper in my pussy, please. I wanna feel stuffed and owned. no one fucks me like you.” her pleas turn to chants, hips rolling up to meet you, the bed frame groaning under the force. You curl your fingers inside her back entrance, pressing against the thin wall separating them from the dildo, creating pressure that has her squirting again
The back-and-forth builds, her words fueling it all. “Tell me who you belong to” you demand, pulling your fingers out only to slap her thigh hard, the red handprint blooming instantly as you ram the strap home again.
“You,” she cries your full name, the slap making her clench tighter, milking the toy. It’s messy, grossly intimate, her holes gaping slightly each time you withdraw, slick strings connecting everything.
Before she can cum a third time, you pull out, pushing her on one side. You line up the tip at her entrance again, her folds soaked and bubbly, and shove in hard, burying the length inside her clenching heat. She gasps sharp, hands flying to your legs to claw at your skin.
This angle is so deep. “Ah! Fuck, yes!” she cries, squirming under you as you pull her upper thigh back and slam in deeper, bottoming out with a wet smack against her sideways ass. Her walls grip the silicone too much, sucking it in, and you start pounding, hard, relentless, hips snapping forward to drive it into her core. Every thrust pulls a little ah! from her throat, high and broken, her body jolting with the force. You press your palm flat on her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge of the strap shifting inside her, fucking in and out under your hand, stretching her wide, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back with each plunge, bubbles of her wetness foaming up where you connect, soaking your thighs and the sheets in a mess
“This is your pussy!” she cries low, you know, thrusting faster, watching her face contort in ecstasy, tears spilling down her cheeks as she cries out. Your hand stays pressed on her belly, feeling the ridge of the toy drag through her, and she bucks back to meet you, your pelvis digging into her ass. “Gushing all over me like a good girl. You love it rough, don’t you? Love how I pound what’s mine?”
She nods frantically, babbling nonsense between moans. “Yes, yes, slam it! Ah! I’m your girl, only you fuck proper, your strap owns me, Deeper, fuck! I need you splitting me open.”
Caitlin’s pussy flutters wildly around the silicone, more squirt bubbling out with a obscene slurp on your next thrust, hair tangled on the pillow, lips swollen from biting them, body slick with sweat as you rail her into the mattress. “Cry for me, my sweet Cait” you coax, slowing just enough to circle your hips, grinding the tip against her cervix before slamming back in. tears stream freely now, pleasure on her features as she sobs out
You pick up the pace again, fucking way too hard, the bed creaking under the assault, her uh!s turning to full-throated wails that echo off the walls. She’s babbling creatively now, words tumbling out in a filthy stream. “don’t stop, pleasedontstop, it’s hitting my... Ugh! I love taking your fat strap,” she puts her hands over her eyes, rubbing, pressing her lips together. “make me bubble like this, pound your cunt until it’s molded to you.” She’s so cute. Your free hand pinches her nipple, twisting just right to send her spiraling, she arches, gushing harder, the wet sounds so much, schlick, squelch, as you pistons in and out. “That’s it, perfect girl,” you praise, voice thick with lust. “Take every inch. You’re doing so good, baby girl, soaking us both.”
She’s lost in it, hips rolling back desperately, chasing the edge as you feel her tighten impossibly around the strap. “Gonna cum, mm, please fuck me through it.”
You thrust deep into Caitlin one last time, buried deep, feeling her pussy clench around your as she teeters on the edge of orgasm. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath you, but you pull out abruptly, withholding her the chance to cum.
“Get face down, ass up, Caity Pie,” you command, your voice low and firm. She scrambles to obey without hesitation, flipping onto her stomach and arching her back, presenting her soaked pussy and tight ass to you like the needy woman she is. Her knees spread wide on the sheets, cheeks flushed, and she glances back over her shoulder with those wide, innocent eyes pleading for more. “Call me that again, and please strap me,” she whimpers, voice breaking with desperation. “Please, I need your strap so bad.” Fuck. You’re going to fuck her anyway, so the way she begs is too good, her hips wiggling slightly as if she can’t wait another second.
She stays perfectly positioned, face buried in the pillow, ass high and inviting, looking back again with pure need. “Pound me, please,” she begs, her words dripping with that lilt. “I need you to fuck me hard.” You line up behind her, gripping her hips, and slam the strap deep into her dripping cunt. She cries out, a mix of shock and bliss, you start pounding relentlessly, the sound of your hips slapping against her ass filling the room. One hand snakes around to choke her lightly from behind, fingers pressing just enough to make her gasp. “Ah,” she moans, voice muffled against the pillow. “He can’t hit it this deep,” she mewls, you drive harder, watching her body jolt with every impact, tears of pleasure streaking her cheeks. “Mmm, you fuck too hard,” she sobs, pushing back against you greedily. “he never makes me feel like this.” Her pussy squelches wetly around the strap, juices coating your thighs as you rail her without mercy
Fuck, man. He doesn’t deserve this ever. In any lifetime.
She’s sucking in my strap like she’s gonna die without it. You tighten your chokehold, feeling her pulse race under your fingers, her whimpers fading to desperate noises. Sweat slicks her skin, and her ass ripples from the force of your thrusts
Suddenly, her phone buzzes somewhere on the bed, vibrating insistently.
She reaches for it blindly, still rocking back onto your cock, and shows you who it’s from.
“Answer it.” you exhale, and she taps the green button with a shaky hand.
“Hello?” Connor’s voice crackles through, sharp and concerned. “Caitlin, where are you?”
She moans accidentally into the receiver, a breathy Mmmhmmm, fuck, slipping out as you keep pounding her pussy relentlessly. Her eyes widen in panic, and she extends her arm back, shoving the phone toward you. “Tell him I’m busy, baby,” she gasps, voice wrecked with lust. “We’re busy.”
You take the phone, lifting it to your ear while your other hand stays firm on her throat, hips never slowing. In the background, Caitlin’s pathetic whimpers echo way too loud, her body betraying her completely as you hammer her pussy. You know he hears every wet slap, every choked sob. “Don’t call back,” you say coolly, your tone oozing with a smugness you know is pissing him off Caitlin is your possession. The line goes silent for a moment, then you hear his sharp intake of breath, he’s fuming, piecing it together. You slap Caitlin’s ass, pulling a moan from her, and you hang up before he can say anything, tossing the phone aside. Yeah, he’s mad as hell, you think, smirking as you choke her tighter and fuck her even deeper, making her wail your name
You shove Caitlin’s face deeper into the mattress, her cheek smooshing against the damp sheets as you pin her down with your weight. Your hips snap forward viciously, the strap burying itself to the hilt in her sopping pussy over and over, stretching her wide with every brutal plunge. She screams into the fabric, a raw, throaty wail that vibrates through her body, her fingers clawing at the bed in helpless ecstasy. “take it all,” you growl, grinding the base of the toy against your clit. Her ass jiggles from the impact, pussy gushing around the silicone shaft, leaving a slick trail down her thighs.
You want her on top, working for it suddenly. “Ride me reverse, baby,” you order, sliding out with a wet pop and lying back on the pillows, the strap glistening upright like a challenge. She crawls over clumsily, her legs shaky, eyes glazed with that sweet, nearly innocent desperation that makes your core throb. Straddling you backward, she positions her dripping slit over the tip and sinks down slowly at first, gasping as it fills her again.
But then she gets sloppy, bouncing unevenly, her hips rolling in messy circles that make her tits jiggle and her ass bounce adorably against your pelvis. “Mmmm!!” she moans, high and needy, grinding down harder like she can’t get enough, her pussy slurping around the toy. It’s endearing how uncoordinated she is in her lust, sweat beading on her back, her hands braced on your thighs for leverage as she rides faster, chasing the need to cum with those sweet, pathetic whimpers. You grip her hips to guide her, thrusting up to meet her sloppy drops, watching her cute little form lose all control. “That’s it, Caity, fuck yourself on it,” you urge, loving how she clenches and quivers, so utterly yours in this moment. She gasps, orgasm suddenly crashing over after being denied so many times, and you let her fuck at her own pace, hips freezing, eyes probably squeezed shut, and she grunts, shaking a little as she lets it stay buried all the way in her. You two shift up, strap never becoming out of her. as you go back into doggy, climbing up onto her knees, ass high in the air like the perfect little offering, face pressed into the pillow as she peeks back at you with those teary, wide eyes.
You pull the strap out of her soaked pussy with a wet pop, her juices dripping down her thighs, leaving her clenching around nothing. A sight you’ve seen all night. You catch your breath, and you let Caitlin catch hers too. “Mommy,” she whimpers, voice all soft and babyish, reaching back to poke the slick tip right against her tight little asshole. “I want it here.” She tries to push it in, but she’s too tight to make any meaningful progress. “Please, mommy, do my butt. I never let him back here.” You catch your breath in shock at her desire, leaning down and brushing her hair from sticking from her forehead and mouth. “you own it.”
God, she’s too much of a cutie, your sweet Caity pie, all flushed and needy, wiggling her hips to nudge the head against her puckered hole. It makes you throb under the harness, so wet from her calling you mommy like that, the way she said it so casually hitting you deep. You press the tip in slow at first, watching her ring stretch around the thick silicone. She cries out, a sharp sob escaping as you sink in inch by inch, her body trembling but pushing back greedily. “it hurts so good, i need you inside my ass.”
You bottom out, her cheeks flush against your hips, and she takes it like the good girl she is, knees digging hard into the mattress, hands spreading her ass wider for you. Tears stream down her face, crying out “pound my tight ass, baby,” but she’s moaning through it, all broken and desperate. You start plowing her, pulling back and slamming in deep, the angle letting you hit even harder, her sobs turning into wet cries that bounce off the walls
“You’re taking my strap so well, Cait” you murmur, leaning over her back, lips brushing behind her ear as you kiss the salty skin there, tasting her sweat. She shudders, ass clenching around the strap with every mean thrust, her body rocking forward but she holds position, spread wide and sobbing into the pillow. “Such a good little anal baby for me. Cry all you want, baby, you’re made for this, taking it deep like my perfect doll. You like taking it up your butt, baby?”
She says something incoherent, her words slur into whimpers, purely filthy, her hips bucking back to meet you despite the tears. you keep plowing, hand snaking around to rub her clit, feeling her gush again, knees slipping on the wet sheets but ass staying high, taking every inch like she was born for it. you reward her with a sharp spank to one cheek, the crack echoing loud, leaving a red handprint blooming on her pale skin. you keep pounding her with short, brutal strokes that make her whole body jolt forward, tits scraping the mattress, knees sliding wider apart until she’s splayed open and vulnerable, before she stops you with a hand and a different sounding whimper, making you immediately stop.
“Want me to pull out, baby?” you soothe, she nods, you slowly remove yourself.
As Caitlin’s body trembles beneath you, her tight ass clenching around nothing as you withdrew your strap. You pressed a soft kiss to her sweat dampened neck, whispering how perfect she felt, your voice a husky murmur of affection amid the heat. With gentle but firm hands, you guided her up, turning around, and onto you, positioning the thick strap on at your hips, its length gleaming and ready. She straddled you eagerly, her pussy dripping as she lowered herself onto the shaft, inch by inch, her moans filling the air while you wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her flush against you, skin sliding hot and sticky. Your other arm snakes up, locking around her throat in a possessive headlock, not too tight, just enough to hold her close, her pulse racing under your grip as she begins to ride, hips grinding down hard, her breaths coming in sweet, needy whimpers against your ear
Your arms lock around Caitlin’s neck in a tight headlock, pulling her flushed face right into the crook of your shoulder as her body trembles atop you. She’s straddling your hips, her athletic body framed slick with sweat, those toned thighs quivering from the relentless positions she’s been put into, that she’s grinding into.
The harness digs into your skin where it straps the thick silicone cock deep inside her, and every buck of her hips drives it harder, stretching her walls with a wet, squelch, her arousal dripping down the shaft, soaking the base and smearing across your pelvis like a filthy claim
“Caity pie,” you growl low in her ear, your voice rough with possession, one hand fisting her damp hair to yank her head back just enough to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. She’s panting hot breaths against your skin, her lips parted in desperate gasps, her small tits press flat against your chest, nipples hard peaks scraping with every jolt, and you thrust up brutally from below, the strap on plunging into her clenching pussy like there’s no tomorrow, forcing a choked sob from her throat
She rides you harder, her ass cheeks slapping against your thighs with a meaty smack, the kind that leaves red imprints you'll admire later. Her inner muscles flutter wildly around the invading length, sucking it in greedily, but you don’t let her set the pace, you control it all, your free arm banding around her waist to slam her down onto the full girth. The head of the dildo bullies her cervix with each descent, and she whimpers, a high, broken sound “Fuck, you’re so tight, Caity pie,” you rasp, biting the shell of her ear hard enough to draw a sharp cry.
Her tears spill freely now, hot droplets splashing onto your collarbone as she buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s oxygen. She’s crying right in your ear, those soft, hiccuping sobs mixing with the slick sounds of her pussy devouring the strap the repeated schlick, schlick, schlick, each one louder, more desperate. Her hands claw at your shoulders, nails digging crescents into your skin, but she doesn’t fight you, she submits, her body arching into the headlock like it’s the only anchor keeping her from shattering. “P-please,” she stammers, voice muffled and raw, her lowa accent thickening with emotion. “feels too good,,”
Pounding up into her, you angle your hips to hit that sweet spot inside, the one that makes her walls convulse and her cries turn feral. She keens, a cute little whine that goes straight to your clit, her clit grinding against the harness’s ridge with every drop. Her pussy’s a gripping the silicone, juices still gushing, puddling beneath you on the sheets.
“Fucking take it, princess,” you snarl, your breath hot against her damp hair. “Take it up that little pussy. Who fucks you like me? Huh? Not that limp-dicked guy who leaves you dry. Say it, tell me, Caitlin- tell me who owns this cunt.”
She sobs louder, the sound wet and wrecked in your ear, her body convulsing as another wave crashes through her.
“You... you do,” her voice cracking on a moan, her thighs clamping down like iron as she rides through. Tears soak your skin, her cheeks pressed so close you feel every tremble, every quiver of her lips as she bites back another plea. But you don’t stop-can’t stop thrusting wanting to give it to her good, the strap on spearing her depths, forcing her to take every inch until she’s quaking
She tries to bury her face in your shoulder, seeking that closeness as she’s about to cum, but you tighten the headlock just enough to keep her upright. You want this over. You want “them” over. You can’t stand the idea of her being put through any more torture.
“Not yet,” you growl, your hips snapping up harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Grab your phone. Block that pathetic fucker. Now.”
Caitlin whimpers, her body trembling from the intensity, but she reaches for it on the bed, fumbling for her phone with shaky fingers. You don’t slow down, if anything, you pound into her fiercer, the strap stretching her wide, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back. She unlocks the screen, her arm quivering as she navigates to her contacts, Connor's name glaring at her like a bad memory.
“Do it,” you command lowly, thrusting up so hard she gasps, her pussy spasming around you. She taps to block him on texts first, then social media, Instagram, twitter, every damn app where he might try to reach her. her free hand twitches, wanting to clutch at your shoulder, to hold on as the orgasm approaches, but you shake your head. “Finish it. All platforms. Or I stop.”
Tears of frustration and ecstasy prick her eyes, her breaths the most ragged all night as she scrolls through her accounts, blocking him one by one. Your arm stays locked around her neck, while your hips buck wildly beneath her, the strap fucking in and out of her dripping, abused pussy. She’s so close, thighs shaking, but you hold her on the edge, making her earn that release. Finally, with a sob, she blocks the last one, the email, tossing the phone aside as her body gives out.
Only then do you let her cling to you, her nails digging into your back as you pound through her climax, her pussy gushing around nine inches of heaven, milking it as she screams your name
Her body locks up in your grip, every muscle frozen as the orgasm rips through her like a storm. Caitlin’s pussy clamps down on the strap-on in violent spasms that make her nearly yell, her walls fluttering and squeezing the thick length buried deep inside her with a desperation that soaks your thighs
She throws her head back against your shoulder, a guttural cry tearing from her throat, her tears streaming faster now, mixing with the sweat pouring off her brow. “I love you,” she whimpers, the words breaking on a sob, raw and unfiltered, her voice cracking as the pleasure borders on pain. Her clit throbs against the harness, grinding involuntarily with each aftershock, and you feel the hot slick coating the silicone, dripping down to pool on your skin
You press your lips to the side of her head, a soft kiss amid the chaos, as you murmur against her hair, “That’s my girl, Caity pie. Feel that pussy gushing for me? So fucking wet, clenching like it never wants to let go. You’re creaming all over this cock, aren’t you? My sweetheart dripping finally getting what she needs.” Your words are a filthy litany, designed to drag out the high, to make her peak even harder. She shudders violently, her hips jerking erratically, but you can’t ease up, not for a second. Your thrusts stay merciless, slamming up into her oversensitive corebad she cums a final time.
You ease out of her with a slow pull, her pussy lips clinging to the slick shaft, a string of her arousal stretching before snapping. Caitlin’s body shudders from the sudden emptiness, her chest heaving as she stares at you with wide, dazed eyes.
Without a word, you grip her shoulders and guide her off the bed, pushing her down to the carpeted floor. She drops to her knees, tired, the impact soft but firm, her hands reaching for your thighs.
“Suck me clean, angel,” you say, your voice husky from the exertion, fingers tangling in her sweat-dampened hair to tilt her head up.
She gazes up at you from her knees, those big puppy dog eyes locked on yours, full of raw devotion. Her lips part without hesitation, tongue darting out to lap at the base of the dildo still glistening with her own juices. She takes it into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard, swirling her tongue around the length to clean every inch. her hands slide up your legs, gripping your ass to pull herself deeper, throat relaxing as she bobs her head, moaning around the girth.
You watch her for a moment, letting her worship it, before your hand tightens in her hair. “That’s it, take it all,” you murmur, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. She gags softly but doesn’t pull back, eyes watering yet never breaking contact, her eagerness making your own pussy throb against the harness
You reach down, your fingers threading behind her ear, cradling the side of her head in a deceptively gentle hold that pins her in place, forcing her to take more. She moans around the strap, the vibration humming through it, her throat relaxing as she pushes forward, nose brushing your pelvis. “Such a good girl for me, sucking your own mess off my cock. Taste how you came for me? That sweet pussy cream and your tight ass all mixed up, just for you to swallow down.”
Satisfied, you tug her off with a wet pop, her lips shiny and swollen. Grabbing her arm, you haul her up, slide your hands up her sides and pull her upright, turning her to face you. Her eyes are glassy with lust, body trembling from the aftershocks and the ache. You cup her jaw, drawing her in for a deep kiss, tongues tangling fiercely. She melts into you, tasting herself on your lips from the indirect transfer, her arms wrapping around your neck as she presses her body flush against yours.
Pulling back from the kiss slowly, a line of saliva connects you two, your lips lingering on hers for a while longer, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her. Caitlin’s body is still humming with aftershocks, her skin flushed and warm against yours. She curls into you immediately, like she’s been waiting for this all along, her head nestling against your chest as you both sink into the pillows with a tiny smile plastered on her face.
You wrap your arms around her, one hand rubbing her back while the other threads through her tousled hair. She giggles softly, the sound light and bubbly on your skin. “I love you,” she murmurs, yet again, tilting her face up to press a quick peck to your jaw, her eyes glowing with that post bliss look
“I love you too, always, Caitlin.” you respond, 201% meaning it.
There’s a moment of silence, as you close your eyes
“I saw you had up our movie but I didn’t say anything. Can we watch it now?” she quietly beams, sitting up from you, remote already somehow in her hands.
You laugh softly, but she’s already turned away, wide eyed, and you realize as well
“Goodness,” she looks around the bed, scratching the back of her neck.
What a wreck. The sheets, covers, and you two are ruined with mess, all in need of a deep washing, as soon as possible.
“We made such a mess…” you giggle, she giggles too, grabbing your hand and lacing it with hers.
She’s peeling the hair off her sweaty face, looking up. “That’s a problem for tomorrow us.. or if we’re still awake in 2 hours.”
You smile, hitting play on the remote with your free hand, the movie’s intro starting in the background as the room fills with the soft hum of the TV. You’ll clean after this.
You always know what she needs. After the sex, after it all, the rawness of desire, it’s this. the silent anchor of your touch, the way you hold her steady. Being the one she can rely on always. She shifts closer, climbing onto you like a koala, legs tangling with yours, her arms looping around your neck as she burrows in. “Stroke my hair?” she asks, her voice a playful whine, nuzzling into your shoulder.
You love her to death. “Of course, Caity Pie,” you tease.
She smiles at that, her cheeks dimpling as she props herself up just enough to look at you, eyes twinkling. “Caity Pie?” she questions with a look in her eye. You groan, unable to keep back a stupidly large smile as she plays coy. “Does that mean I’m your favorite dessert now, or are you just buttering me up for sixths?”
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