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Wanda always thought of herself as bisexual and she was so curious about girls when she was a teen, but before she could explore that, Vision asked her out. He was charming and patient and he made her feel seen… At least at first. She ended up married to him, “her high school sweetheart” and the first boy she ever slept with. Now, in the second half of her thirties, with a failed marriage behind her, she regretted that she didn’t let herself explore more. She realized that she is so inexperienced, that she had missed so much, that she’s lost so much time… Time she can never get back. Back then, when they were still young and she was naïve, he promised to take care of her, to stand beside her… To make her feel good. He never did. Not the first time, not any other time after that. She thinks she maybe came that one time, when she was really drunk, but she’s still not sure. If that was what an orgasm was like, she certainly never understood the glorification of sex. Not that she’s ever had any comparison. She didn’t learn to touch herself when she was young and when the two of them got together and he started taking her to church, she was told she shouldn’t even try to… God, she didn’t even know what she looked like down there. And now? Now it felt like it’s too late. Who would even want her? The thought of having to date someone felt so depressing. All the wives at the church kept trying to set her up with men just like Vision… They had stable jobs, they golfed on the weekends, they made misogynistic jokes and they were completely and utterly boring!

Only Natasha, Wanda’s best friend, seemed to understand that Wanda needed something different. She had tried to set her up with a woman named Agatha. A tall brunette with striking blue eyes. Agatha was charming when she wanted to be, even if she seemed a little too cocky, but there was always something predatory behind her eyes. Something calculated in the way she moved… It made Wanda uneasy, so she asked around. Turnes out, Agatha was known quite well among the housewives of Westview and she was often invited for tea, or book club. Suspiciously, it was always whenever someone’s husband was out of town or at work. “Natasha, she’s slept with half the town!” Wanda grumbled one night, letting her blonde hair spill free and sitting on the couch with a thud. She pulled her glass of wine closer, taking a big gulp. “So what? It means she knows what she’s doing! Didn’t you say you want someone experienced?” “Not that experienced!” Wanda gave her friend a sharp look. “This is Westview, Wanda, your choices are limited.” Natasha reminded, which only intensified Wanda’s disapproving glare. “You know, maybe you have to broaden your horizons a bit. Try a dating website perhaps?” “No!” The blonde made a grimace. “Your choice, Wands…” Natasha pulled her hands back in a gesture of surrender… But the idea stuck with her. Yes, this was exactly what her friend needed, she decided…

                                                        *             *             * “Natasha, I can’t date a person off the internet!” Wanda protested again. It had been a week since Natasha first brought it up. Since then, the redhead had made the decision to sign Wanda up anyway. She was careful of course. She used only Wanda’s initials and put up tasteful pictures that didn’t show her friend’s face, in order to still respect her privacy. “Sure, you can! It’s time, Wanda. You can’t wait for love to find you. You have to put yourself out there.” Natasha reasoned. “Just take a look and if you don’t like anyone, I’ll leave it alone.” Wanda wasn’t truly interested in looking at profiles at first, but indulged Natasha just so she would drop the subject, but as soon as she saw your picture, she perked right up. She first met you at the church choir, always thinking you were such a beautiful girl. She liked standing close by when you sang, in fact, when you were at the church, which wasn’t often at all, she always liked to hover nearby. She remembers speaking to you once, while you were in a group of people together too. She certainly remembers feeling like you were the only person there, so soft-spoken and sweet. But she doubts you know who she is, or that you even remember her. She tried not to show too much excitement when she saw you, but Natasha wasn’t blind, she could see the interest in her friend’s eyes and she asked enough about you to make sure she had Wanda nice and hyped. She knew the blonde’s curiosity and restless mind would do the rest of the work for her and she wasn’t wrong. Wanda couldn’t stop thinking about you, returning to your profile so many times she knew your bio by heart and she had the few pictures you have added saved on her phone. She considered messaging you for days, but just couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if people found out? What if you went to church tomorrow and told everyone that Wanda Maximoff of all people, a woman much older than you, messaged you on a dating app. What would they think of her? The rumours and whispers would kill her. At the same time, she was scared. What if you did agree to see her? She had no idea how to make a woman feel good. She didn’t even know how to please her own body. The glaring truth of her inexperience tortured her, so she watched videos of girls, noting their reactions to different things. She read blogs, she researched erogenous zones, all the while the wetness grew between her legs and her anticipation skyrocketed, until she knew she had to at least try to ask you out.

She waited for choir practice to be over one Friday and asked you to stay, so she could talk to you. Her hands were shaky and she felt more nervous than she’s been in years, but she tried to look composed, not wanting to scare you away. She had you in a pew, sitting next to her. You were telling her about how your parents first signed you up for the church choir in your home town when you were little and how you kept up with it when you moved for college because singing helped you relax. “I like the ritual of church, I suppose.” You said, lowering your voice. “I mostly just like to sing… But I don’t really have much time to join every practice.” You admitted shyly, a little nervous that you might insult Wanda’s beliefs. “I think I know what you mean.” Wanda nodded. Ever since the divorce, she’d been re-examining her relationship with the Almighty and with the church… And then she’d stopped going. Being here had brought up too many memories. She knew it would. In fact, she only came back for you. For this new beginning. And despite herself she said a silent prayer. “Please don’t let this be a mistake.” Wanda was happy that she got to know you at least a little. That she had this small connection to hold close to her heart. In fact she wanted to know so much more about you, but in the end she couldn’t help but confess her true intentions. That she saw your profile and just wanted to see if you’d be willing to go out with her. She gathered all her courage just to take your hand in hers and gave you her most charming smile, even as her heart pounded in her chest. Clearly you were surprised, not expecting someone from the church to be looking at dating apps, let alone that you would be lucky enough for it to be the most beautiful woman in the whole congregation and for a moment Wanda mistook that for rejection, her face betraying the hurt she felt.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” She stammered, letting go of your hand as if it burned. “You’re a beautiful young girl, of course you wouldn’t go out with someone so much older than you.” She apologized, standing so she could make her escape as quickly as possible, humiliation turning her cheeks pink. Despite her best efforts, she had allowed herself to be exited about asking you out and now that she felt rejected, she couldn’t help but feel all her insecurities surface. “No, wait, Miss Maximoff, it’s not that at all!” You tried to save the situation. You had noticed her too, from your first day in this new town, you had admired her and if you had a chance to go out with her, you absolutely wouldn’t squander it. “You have a girlfriend then?” Wanda stops in her tracks and turns back, tilting her head. The idea infuriates her somehow, even if she didn’t know why. “No, I don’t.” You shake your head, smiling softly, waiting for her to join you. Wanda simply sat back down, her hands in her lap, patiently waiting for an explanation, her features tense and her piercing eyes trained on you. “I would love to go out with you.” You start off, wanting to reassure her. “I just never thought that you…” You hesitate for a moment. “That I would what?” She tilts her head again, this time with curiosity, her green eyes searching yours, as if she could see straight in your soul. “Well… That you were interested in women.” You admit sheepishly. “I’m interested in you.” Wanda corrects you, a sly smile playing on her lips, before standing again and you’re not quite sure how to interpret that statement, but she doesn’t give you time to think much about it. “Come over to my house for dinner. We can talk more then.” It’s a demand, more than an invitation. Something she realizes only after the words are out of her mouth and she tries to mask it with a smile. “Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.” She clarifies as her eyes scan the empty church, so she could make sure that no one heard her. And before you could utter a word, she turns and leaves you there, stunned. She frets about the date the entire time before dinner, making you a home-cooked meal and putting on a nice dress for you. She fixes her make up and puts some extra effort in doing her hair, all so she could impress you. When you arrive, she’s surprised to see you brought her flowers and a bottle of wine and she invites you inside with a warm smile. She puts the flowers in water and leaves them on the dinner table, saying that they give it a finishing touch. At first, she struggles to find a topic for conversation, not sure what to ask a young girl without sounding like your mother. In the end she asks about your interests and hobbies and she quickly relaxes, as you start to speak freely. She adores the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about your favorite books and movies, about your passion for music and singing, about your college courses and your favorite professors. She could tell you admired people who were older than you, people with authority and knowledge and she wanted to be counted among them.

Wanda found it easier, when she kept the conversation around you. She didn’t want to get into the messy details of her divorce, or to have to explain that she had made the mistake of supressing herself for years for the sake of a man. She didn’t want to imagine what you’d think of her when you knew the whole truth, so she just avoided it, content to listen to your funny stories, remembering each new scrap of information she could learn about you. After dinner you sat together on her couch, your legs folded under you. You were ranting and you could tell, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were mesmerised by her, completely captivated in fact. Whenever she spoke, she somehow found a way to say the right thing, she had a good book to suggest, an endless list of movies to show you, she was wise and caring and she somehow understood people, understood passion and what drove those around her. She had a way of making you feel seen and heard and you couldn’t get enough of her attention. She ended up having to drive you home that night. It had gotten so late that she couldn’t possibly let you go alone. She gave you a long hug and a kiss on the cheek before you left her car, although her eyes lingered on your lips when she pulled away. She got a text from you mere minutes after she left, telling her what a lovely time you’d had with her. She was smiling all night as she cleaned up the dining room, her thoughts always leading back to you, remembering different moments from your dinner together, replaying it in her head over and over again. You continued to text her for the next few days. She wasn’t used to the way your generation kept in touch through texts and memes, but she did her best to keep up, even if she had to google some of it. You always had a new experience, new song, new thing to share with her. Excited about how delicious the meal she had made you was, and the fact that she was a good cook, you had told her you want to learn too. It was a skill your mother never passed on to you, but Wanda was happy to teach you. It made the next dinner much easier to plan. She invited you even earlier the second time around, so you would help her. She chose a recipe that you had suggested and she had it printed on a piece of paper on the counter. You found it endearing that she printed her recipes, that she had a hand-written recipe book on a shelf in the kitchen and that she had a pair of glasses close by, but didn’t feel ready to let you see her with them yet, so she squinted at the printed page instead. The domesticity of it warmed your heart in a way you’d never felt before. The woman was charming, yes, but in her element she was enchanting.

Wanda thought she saw a glimpse of that adoration in your eyes, but could hardly believe it was directed at her. She hardly remembered being looked at this way… If ever. So she distracted herself and made sure to keep you busy as well, asked you to wash the vegetables, stir the pot, or hand her ingredients or utensils, making sure you would familiarize yourself with her kitchen and her space. She even made small corrections to the recipe when she thought the spices weren’t enough, or she thought a different ingredient would suit it better, writing down the corrections in the margins, all while teaching you how to make the meal. It gave her so much joy to have someone to share such moments with and she couldn’t help but blush a little at the way your eyes scanned her body whenever you had a minute free. You always showed her what you’ve done, eating up all her praise and craving her approval, practically beaming whenever she said you’d done a good job. It made her wonder how you’d react to her praise when she had you under her. If you’d blush for her, just like you were doing now… For a moment Wanda wondered if it was wrong of her to have such thoughts for such a young girl. If she was being perverse for initiating a courtship between you… People would certainly think so… She even considered stopping whatever this thing was, perhaps save herself some of the future pain she might feel, but then you stole a piece of cheese from her charcuterie board, jumped up on her counter and gave her a dazzling smile and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to do it. She wouldn’t be able to send you home. The dinner ended up being one of the best meals you’ve had and Wanda smiled widely behind her glass of wine as you moaned in appreciation. This time around, Wanda didn’t shy away from kissing you. It was slow and tentative at first. Just her lips brushing against yours briefly. And it was all it took for Wanda to be hooked. Before you knew it, she had you pinned on her couch, body splayed under her as she kissed you hungrily. She couldn’t get enough. You writhed and panted and you moaned into her mouth, hands pulling her closer. But no matter how badly you needed her or how much you tried to tempt her, she didn’t undress you. God, the woman was a tease. Your underwear was a soaked mess of juices and your clit twitched and throbbed for attention, but remained neglected and untouched, leaving you with only her thigh between your legs as the only source of relief, though she made sure to limit your grinding. She knew what she was doing, of course. And if she was being honest, she was torturing herself as well. She felt just as needy and desperate for relief, but it was too soon to take you to bed. It wasn’t proper…At least that’s what she told herself, even if she had no idea why she clung to those notions. She just knew it wasn’t the right time. And she wanted to do this right.

“I’ll make it up to you.” She promised with a dopy smile on her face, leading you into her car and driving you back to your dorm. “You better.” You teased, giving her your best smile. “Only if you’re a good girl, dear.” Wanda winked, a wide self-satisfied smile spreading across her lips. In the next few days, you saw her often. She’d asked you for your schedule and she came to pick you up for lunch between classes, she took you to picknicks in the afternoon, she arranged small coffee dates in the mornings… Honestly, she would take any opportunity to see you. She found herself thinking of you all the time, daydreaming of you while she did mundane tasks and smiling like a fool for no reason at all. She even came over to your dorm one evening. You had some unfinished assignments and time flew by as you studied and prepared in the library. By the time you were home it was late and your stomach growled disapprovingly, but you had no food in your fridge. You’d forgotten to do your shopping too. Thankfully, Wanda came to your rescue. She brought you some food and she kept you company while you ate and she even cuddled you up on your small bed and watched a movie with you on your laptop, playing gently with your hair. As she kept you close, your head resting on her shoulder, she was tempted to let her hands wonder. She traced your neck with the tips of her fingers, let them run down the length of your arm… She drew mindless shapes on your back and heard you almost purr with pleasure at the touch. But she wanted more. And that desire was getting harder to ignore and push down. When she left that night, endearment flooding her heart at the sight of your sleepy face and drooping eyelids, she made a decision. The next time she sees you, she’ll make you hers. And when she reached her house and crawled into her empty bed, feeling your absence so deeply it almost hurt, she knew she’ll have to do it soon. She texted you that same night in fact. She was taking you on a date. That Saturday Wanda took you to a restaurant. A small, family-owned place with just a few tables, but it was cozy and honestly quite beautiful with the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and candles on each table. The light was dim and the music was low, letting you really focus on the conversation the two of you had. The food was spectacular and Wanda fed you dessert, one spoonful at a time, smirking at you from the other end of the table. She had chosen a gorgeous black dress, the neckline showing the tops of her breasts and every time she leaned over the table, you could see further down to the black lace of her bra. The view had your mind reeling.

“Do you want to come home with me for a night cap?” She asked as she bit her lip, her green eyes running over your body in a way that made her intentions unmistakable. She was so seductive as she did it, that you could only nod your head in agreement, completely lost for words. The drive back to her house was filled with anticipation. You hardly waited for her to close the door behind you, before you surged forward, pressing your body to hers and kissing her deeply. “Someone’s impatient.” Wanda remarked with a self-satisfied tone, but she barely had time to kick off her shoes, before she was the one pulling you towards her bedroom. You were following her blindly through the house, watching the way her hips swayed, letting her lead, even though you knew where her bedroom was. When she opened the door you were hit by the scent of freshly washed sheets and her Himalayan magnolia and vanilla scented air freshener. It was a heady combination and you tried to breathe it in deeply, while she led you further in. The room was spacious and the large windows let in the moonlight, allowing you to see well enough, once your eyes adjusted. Wanda kept you close to her, pulling you into her embrace and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “We can stop at any moment, you know that, right?” She whispered softly. “We don’t have to do anything.” She tried to assure you. She didn’t want to put any pressure on you. Not for this. “I want this, Wanda.” You whispered back, cupping her cheek with one hand. “I want you.” You managed to say, before her lips crashed on yours.

Her kiss was hungry and full of so much more emotion than you could have guessed. Underneath the desire and the passion and the hunger, Wanda felt more vulnerable than she could ever admit. She’d only been with one person her whole life, she’d only allowed one person to touch her, to see her naked body. She had no experience, nothing she could compare this to. She was so afraid to disappoint you and each time she kissed you, she had to fight off the onslaught of fears and insecurities that swirled in her head, clouding her thoughts. Holding you close helped though. The way your body yielded to her helped. The feel of your hands on her hips and the small of her back held her grounded and encouraged her to keep going. The taste of your lips and the sweet sounds of your soft moans spurred her on and she eagerly pulled at your clothes, removing your shirt first, pulling it over your head impatiently, too excited to unbutton it slowly. Your skirt went next, pooling around your legs and leaving you in black, lacy underwear. You did the same. Pulling down the zipper of her dress and letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Wanda’s body was pure perfection from start to finish and you had to pause, taking her in. You swore you’d never seen a more beautiful sight in your life and you wanted to memorize every detail, every curve. “I’m not quite what I used to be…” Wanda whispered in a breath, too scared to meet your eyes. Too scared of what she’ll find there. “Oh, Wanda…” You said softly, your fingers resting under her chin and tilting her head up, so she would look at you. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” You said honestly. “Your body is gorgeous.” You said as you let your eyes trail over her once more. “And if you let me, I’ll worship you until you believe me.” You added, pulling her into your arms again. “Please, let me show you how beautiful you are.” You asked gently, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek, your lips tracing her face and covering it in gentle kisses. You trailed kisses down the column of her throat next, feeling her arms wrap around you, one of them reaching to cup the back of your neck and keep you there, while the other circled your waist. She closed her eyes briefly, letting herself feel and experience this moment. She meant to take the lead. When she was picturing this night in her head, she always imagined herself being in control. But now, when she had you here, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and exposed and she was glad that you didn’t need her to lead.

When her soft sounds turned to moans, you guided her towards the bed, laying her down gently. You joined her quickly, not wanting to be deprived of her even for a moment and she eagerly embraced you, kissing you back with fervour and passion. Her need was starting to win over her insecurity and when your hands trailed down her body, caressing her breasts, she arched her back, letting you unhook her bra, so you could see them in all their glory. “Wanda…” You gasped already taking them in your hands and massaging them gently. Her breasts were full and her skin was soft and warm to your touch and her rosy nipples, already in stiff peaks made your mouth water. “May I…?” You raised your eyes to her, eager. “Go ahead, baby.” She nodded. “You don’t have to ask.” And you didn’t wait for a second invitation, your lips encasing one of her nipples, your tongue running over it. “God!” Wanda moaned, her back arching. “Just like that!” She encouraged, her fingers tangling in your hair. Despite all her research and her eagerness, she still hadn’t learned how to touch herself, her body now craving a release she didn’t know how to achieve on her own. God, she needed you. Your touch was electrifying, each stroke of your tongue against her sensitive nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. It felt so good, she had to hold back a whine. The way you trailed gentle kisses down Wanda’s body made her feel holy. You took your time to explore her, to memorize every curve and dip. You wanted her to know how much this meant to you. You wanted to really feel her. Half-way down her stomach you could already smell her arousal, but nothing could prepare you for the sight of her wet pussy. Her panties were made from some kind of sheer material that left nothing to the imagination and you could clearly see the way her wetness smeared over her skin and seeped through, soaking the fabric. It made your mouth water and you had to take a steadying breath just to stop yourself from diving right in.

Instead you kissed her pussy through the panties. Just your lips at first, but soon you were leaving wet kisses all over her clit and outer lips. It made Wanda wild. The sensation of being kissed so intimately, the fact that it felt so good, even through her panties, as flimsy as they were, yet having a barrier between her and your mouth was almost too much to bear. Even like this, it felt much better than anything she’d ever experienced. She could only imagine how good it would feel on her bare flesh. “No more teasing.” She suddenly gasped, pulling you up by the hair, her other hand removing her panties unceremoniously and tossing them to the side. “I call that foreplay.” You smiled mischievously at her, but you barely had time to get the full sentence out, before she was guiding you back to her pussy. The first real contact you made with her skin earned you a strangled gasp from Wanda, but the moment your tongue ran through her folds and over her clit, the woman moaned. Her fingers were still threaded in your hair and they closed instinctively, holding you there. “Yes, just like that!” She encouraged breathlessly, her free hand looking for purchase and ending up tangling in your hair as well. “So good!” She murmured mostly to herself. “Yes, don’t stop, baby!” You found that you rather liked being guided through what to do in this way. Wanda was assertive, but gentle. You enjoyed that she guided you to where she wanted you and held you there, her hips lifting off the mattress, so she can grind against your face. In fact, it didn’t take long before she was doing half the work. She was grinding her pussy against your tongue, while her hands held you tightly in place. You liked the heady combination of domination and desperation in her actions too. Knowing how much she wanted you and how badly she needed you only made your pussy drip even more for her. Now this… Wanda could understand why people loved this. Your tongue and your soft lips felt better than anything she’s ever experienced. You were making slow circles that pushed her close to the edge much faster than she ever thought possible and she couldn’t hold back the moans and curses that spilled from her lips. Wanda could hardly recognize herself in this moment. She was moaning much louder than she’d ever heard herself. She could hear the way her voice carried and bounced between the four walls of her bedroom, but she could hardly care. It felt so good that she never wanted it to end.

“Such a good girl.” Wanda whispered when you found a particularly good spot and she was pleasantly surprised when you moaned against her pussy. “Yes, sweetheart, keep going. Make me come.” The blonde whispered in encouragement. Her fingers in your hair tightened as she got closer to the edge, keeping you right where she wanted you. “Just like that…” She uttered breathlessly, feeling herself climbing higher and bracing herself for the moment she’d fall. It came like a tidal wave. Powerful and all-consuming as it crashed over her body. Wave after wave surged through her body, each one bringing more pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It was everything she hoped for and more. After the first orgasm you tried to move up her body, but she didn’t let you. One hand pushed down on your shoulders, while the other took hold of your hair, guiding your head back down to her pussy, so you can keep eating her out. She didn’t even care that she’s a little overstimulated. It still felt so good. “Again.” She demands breathlessly, her eyes looking at you with so much longing. “I need it again.” She repeats and her voice trembles. “God, I need it.” She practically mewls the words, but they are no longer directed at you. As soon as you start licking again, her head falls back and a moan of deep satisfaction leaves her lips. God, it feels so good. Each stroke of your tongue feels sharper now, sending shockwaves through her body. It’s pleasure on top of pleasure and she chases the feeling, wanting to know what’s on the other end. “Inside.” She instructs through laboured breaths and broken moans. “I want you inside me.” She sounds even needier than before and you do as she asks. Your hand joins your tongue and you let a finger probe inside her gently. Her body goes rigid for a moment when you do, muscles tightening even more and then she moans even louder. “Yes!” She gasps. “More, baby. I want you to make me feel all full.” The dirtiness of her words hits you like a train and you moan into her pussy again. Your hips start to move against the mattress in time with your fingers inside her. A slow grinding that is equally wonderful and maddening. God, this woman would be the end of you. You could see it clearly now. Yes, Wanda Maximoff would be your undoing and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It doesn’t take long for her thighs to start shaking around you. Her muscles straining as she gets closer and closer. You could see small droplets of sweat beading on her neck; her lower lip trapped between her teeth and her eyes screwed shut. Her breaths are ragged and her breasts rise and fall with each one and you can’t help but think she’s a masterpiece. She rides the edge longer this time. She moves with urgency that borders on desperation and just when she thinks she can’t go on any further the dam breaks. It's even better the second time around. Fuller. More satisfying. And just a little bit overwhelming. Still, she lets her body feel it. She lets herself feel the pleasure and the over-stimulation until it’s unbearable and she has to pull away, her whole body slumping on the mattress. Each kiss and gentle caress you leave on her skin on your way up is like a jolt of electricity. It makes her feel alive, it makes her feel holy. It makes her feel seen. Her eyelids flutter open just as you start to hover above her and she can’t believe the look of adoration and fascination she finds in your eyes. It makes her heart break in the most beautiful way possible and she pulls you in for a deep kiss.

“You were so good for me, baby.” She whispers against your lips. Without warning she flips you on your back, her figure hovering above you and her hair falling around you both like a curtain. “So good.” She whispers again, when her hands start to roam your body with renewed vigour and just a little greed. “So good.” She repeats, while she makes her way down your neck. “So good.” The words spill from her lips as she makes her way down your body. “So good.” She says after taking her first real taste of you. That taste is addictive, she realizes, and her words suddenly fade, replaced by hungry moans and the insatiable need to devour you whole. She gets so lost in the moment, she ends up overstimulating you as well. Your legs are shaking after your orgasm, but she doesn’t stop, wrenching a second one soon after, making you beg for reprieve, gasping for air, while her fingers slow down and she lifts up her head to look at you. Wanda thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “Just one more, baby.” She coaxes softly. At least her voice is soft, but her hands hold you firmly in place. “Just one more? For me.” She doesn’t wait for a proper response, she just lowers her head and starts licking again, until she wrenches one more orgasm out of you, before she stops. Self-restraint was never really her strong suit and she thinks it’s better you learn that from the start. When she’s done, she holds you close. Her arms envelop you gently and she whispers a promise to draw you a bath… Eventually. Perhaps when you’ve caught your breath… Or when your legs stop shaking. For now, she’s content to just leave tender kisses to your forehead and let you rest in her arms, while she watches your blissed out face.