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“Brenda? Are you home?”
Over the steady stream of the shower, Brenda could hear her wife’s voice. “Yeah, babe. In here.” She poked her head outside of the curtain just as Linda was walking into the bathroom.
“Hi,” Linda greeted. She leaned forward to peck Brenda’s wet lips. “You’re home early,” she said, trying to sound casual. Brenda normally went to the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays right after work, something that Linda had been relying on this evening in order to pull off a little surprise.
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Yep. S’been a day. Went to the gym, and some fucking dickhead was hogging the tredmill. Wasn’t even using it, just wanted to take photos around it, fucking twat.”
“Don’t tell me you pushed him off of it?” Linda snickered.
“It crossed my mind,” she grumbled, “but I decided against it. Came home and went for a run ‘round the block instead.”
“Ugh, I will never understand why or how you do cardio.” Linda grimaced. Not even the sight of Brenda in her running shorts was enough to motivate Linda to partake in cardio. She’d long decided that yoga a few times a week would simply have to suffice as far as exercise went. Thankfully, her feisty and insatiable wife kept her plenty active in between yoga classes with far more pleasurable forms of exercise.
“Gotta keep fit for my younger woman,” Brenda sassed. “Anyway, how was work? Wanna join me in here and tell me all about it?” She waggled her brows suggestively.
“I’m going to get dinner started.” Linda pecked Brenda’s pout again.
“Aww.” Brenda batted her thick lashes at the blonde.
“Let me know when you’re done and are in need of your personal hairdresser.”
Brenda surged forward to land one last kiss against her wife’s mouth before winking and disappearing behind the shower curtain again.
Linda retreated, and hastily made her way to their bedroom. On the bed was the carefully wrapped surprise she'd haphazardly tossed aside when she realized that Brenda was home an hour earlier than anticipated. She quickly shucked her slacks, blouse and undergarments off and reached for their shared naughty drawer. Their leather harness was on top and pre-adjusted to her hips (a bit of foresight she was grateful to have had this morning) and she stepped into it, grinning to herself as she unpackaged her surprise.
Brenda was busy applying lotion to her arms when Linda tiptoed back into their bathroom. Her curvy frame was wrapped in a thick grey towel and her wild curls were damp and sticking to her broad shoulders. Linda snuck up behind the brunette and grasped her hips.
Brenda looked up in the mirror and grinned. “You’re naked,” she said, absolutely fucking delighted at this discovery.
“Sure am.” Linda gave her hips a squeeze and then reached for Brenda’s hands, placing them on either end of the sink. Next, she tugged on the towel, ridding Brenda of it.
“Are we both required to be naked for you to detangle my hair?” Brenda asked cheekily.
“Tonight we are,” Linda purred. She leaned in and kissed along the side of Brenda’s neck.
“Oooh,” Brenda leaned back, “yeah, I think I like my hair routine much better like this.” She went to grind herself against Linda and gasped at what she encountered. “You must be really happy to see me,” she chuckled.
Linda sucked along Brenda’s neck. “Mmhm. Definitely am. Keep your hands there, spread your legs.”
“Fuck,” Brenda hissed as she complied with Linda’s orders. She tilted her hips back ever so slightly to catch the end of the strap. “That feels new,” she remarked.
“Surprise.” Linda purposefully rolled her hips against Brenda’s firm ass, allowing the pronounced ridges of their new toy to ripple against the solid muscle. “Did a little shopping, thought we could have some fun tonight.” One of Linda’s hands traveled up Brenda’s torso to cup a heavy breast.
“Is that…wow, those are some deep ridges,” she noted as she wiggled herself against the toy some more to get a feel for its girth and shape.
Linda blushed as she continued to move her mouth along her wife’s neck and shoulder. “We didn’t really have anything quite like it, I hope it’s okay…”
Brenda twisted her head to meet the blonde’s lips. “It feels great already,” she assured.
Linda’s other hand came up to cup Brenda’s bare breast. She tucked her chin against the sturdy neck and met her wife’s eyes in the mirror. Her thumbs and forefingers rolled a pebbled nipple and Brenda’s full mouth fell open, her thick eyelashes fluttered. “I wanna watch you,” she confessed, “while I fuck you.”
Brenda tipped her head back, baring her throat. “Yeah,” she gasped as Linda’s fingers continued their delicious assault on her stiff nipples, “want that too.” Her sex fluttered happily at the prospect of being taken like this. She couldn’t resist the lure of her her wife when she was in one of her more mischievous, playful moods during sex.
“Stay put,” Linda kissed against her shoulder. She released Brenda’s full breasts and trailed her mouth along her wife’s broad shoulder. Her tongue catalogued the smattering of moles and birthmarks that decorated the width, then length of her back. Her hands followed her mouth, her blunt nails tickled along Brenda’s muscled back, causing the brunette to squirm and gasp. On her knees now, Linda nuzzled the firm cheeks of her wife’s petite ass and her hands grasped Brenda on either side of her narrow hips.
“Bend forward,” she whispered and Brenda bent herself over the sink. “Spread these gorgeous legs for me.” Brenda nudged her legs apart a little further, opening herself up completely to the blonde. Linda’s mouth lowered to the back of Brenda’s knee. From there, she began to ascend her hot tongue and sharp teeth against the straining muscle until she was back at a firm ass cheek.
“Fuck,” Brenda hissed into the sink. Her hands gripped either side of it until her knuckles were pale. God fucking help her, Linda was in one of those moods today.
Linda repeated the ascension on Brenda’s other leg, her hands were firm as they kneaded Brenda’s cheeks. Her teeth sunk into the swell of flesh as she reached the top of Brenda’s leg again. She could see how wet Brenda was for her already, her thick curls were damp with anticipatory pleasure and her silken flesh was red and begging for her attention. It was an awkward angle, but Linda was determined to make Brenda see stars. She nuzzled the slick flesh and lapped at Brenda’s heat using the flat of her tongue.
“FUCK!” Brenda shuddered as Linda wedged her tongue against her cunt from behind. She wiggled against the firm muscle and gasped when it slipped inside of her. “Christ, Linda!”
Brenda started to roll her hips backwards, fucking herself against Linda’s firm tongue. Linda ignored the cramping of her neck and the stinging of her knees and wrapped a hand around Brenda’s hips to reach for her clit with two of her long fingers.
“Oh my…fucking…,” Brenda sobbed against the cool porcelain. Her legs were starting to wobble from the strain of holding her bucking hips vertically.
Linda could sense that Brenda was going to near her point of no-return soon, so she eased her mouth away from her delectable cunt. Her fingers moved in quick circles across Brenda’s erect clit and she bit and sucked a pert ass cheek. “You ready for me?” she gasped against Brenda’s backside.
“Yeah,” came the responding pant, “fuck me!”
Linda hissed as she stood up and her knees popped in protest. She landed steadying hands on either side of Brenda’s hips and took a moment to regain her breath. She kissed up Brenda’s spine, silently encouraging her wife to stand up so that she could wrap an arm around her middle and meet her green eyes once more in their mirror.
Linda held the brunette’s gaze as she reached between her legs to guide the bulbous head of the rigid shaft up and down her slick cunt, coating it with Brenda’s arousal.
“Easy,” Linda said as she entered her impatient wife, “it’s thick, go easy.”
“Don’t. Fucking. Want. Easy.” Brenda’s face was flush and her eyes were wild with lust. Her hips rolled against Linda’s and she arched a thick brow at the blonde in the mirror.
“You asked for it,” Linda hissed before she slammed her hips forward, letting Brenda feel each of the five deep ridges in the shaft of the toy.
Brenda’s head fell back against Linda’s neck as the blonde pumped her hips against her.
“Oh…wow…mmhph..fucking damnit, that feels good!” she groaned as her cunt greedily welcomed each ripple of the hard silicone, again and again. “I..need,” she exchanged a look with Linda in the mirror and one of the blonde’s hands trailed from her hip to cup her sex. Her fingers picked up their previous rhythm against her clit, rubbing and pressing into the excited little nub as she fucked Brenda hard and fast from behind.
“Yeah…fuck…gonna…” Brenda’s mouth fell open as her whole body writhed and twitched in agonizing pleasure. Panting, Linda’s hips slowed and she leaned heavily against her lover, both of them pink, dewy and gasping for air.
As gently as she could, Linda eased the toy out of Brenda, who then stood upright and turned around to get a good look at their new accessory. “Fuck,” she laughed as she tapped the tip of it with a thick finger, “good purchase.” She burrowed herself in the blonde’s embrace and kissed all along Linda’s neck and jaw.
“I’m glad that you approve.”
“Mmmhmm. In fact, I’m taking you to bed to show you just how much I approve of it,” Brenda promised.
“What about your hair?” Linda pecked her wife’s adorably scrunched nose. Brenda’s curls were beginning to friz slightly, drying in tangled clumps around her shoulders.
“Fuck it, we’ll take another shower, together, you can help me then. Oh, and we’re ordering in tonight,” Brenda said firmly.
“Chinese?” Linda asked hopefully.
“Babe, after that little surprise? You can have whatever you want for dinner and desert,” she promised.
Brenda grasped Linda’s hand and tugged the laughing blonde towards their bedroom.