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Please fuck me.
It is not a polite thought to be having, Aya knows that. But how could you blame her! Mitsuki invited her into her room, got changed in front of her to one of those nice fitted t-shirts and played guitar. If she could catch fire she would have already.
Mitsuki is looking down at the chords. Focused, she occasionally bites her lips. Aya is about to explode and she is sure her face is so red it’s impossible not to notice. She tries to focus on the song, which is good she swears, like everything Mitsuki ever works on. But her mind keeps wandering, far from the lyrics, far from the posters in the room, far from the sound of someone cooking downstairs.
It comes to mind like a river that can’t be stopped, every little detail driving her crazy. She must be looking so lost now, her eyes glued to Mitsuki’s fingers.
She crosses her legs. Thigh. It’s instinctive, she wishes she wasn’t, but it feels too good to pretend. Tightening her muscles, she feels something between her legs. A tiny, tiny bit of relief.
It’s becoming too much to handle, her breath so short she might forget how to inhale.
“Do you need something?” Mitsuki’s voice snaps her out of the fantasy, just to drag her deeper. She has long put down her guitar and is now looking directly at her. The ruffle of the covers is not strong enough to mute any inappropriate thought Aya is having.
Quick, come up with something!
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you turned on? Want me to touch you?”
Aya pinches herself on the thigh. She must have heard it wrong, she just had a small onigiri for lunch and wore that perfume that gives her a headache. She is not thinking right. Breathe, Aya, it’s just been a while since you touched yourself, you are going a little crazy.
But Mitsuki is not finished.
“Ask me anything, I am yours to use.”
Her voice is so low, almost a whisper.
Aya finally focuses her face. Mitsuki is smiling slightly, raising her eyebrows just enough, scanning her. She is waiting for an answer. An order?
A new river flows in her mind, it’s a whole list of ideas. It’s hitting her before she can realize it, her mouth moves. It’s too late to unsay. Mitsuki will see for real what Aya wants.
“Kneel down.”
She is surprised with herself, but too intoxicated by the rhythm they have already initiated and Mitsuki’s strong scent she cannot stop.
“But,” Aya places her finger under Mitsuki’s chin, lifting it slow but firm, “only if you think you can satisfy me.”
The tip of the nail is scratching Mitsuki just right. Sparkly bracelets tingle off Aya’s wrist. It’s a nice melody, paired with the girl’s sweet, sweet voice. Makes her want to just obey, obey, submit, do whatever it is that Aya asks next.
“Yes, yes please. I’ll be good I promise.”
The words get stuck in her throat. It sounds too obscene, but it is what she wants. With her knees shaking, Mistuki is quick on the floor. She can smell the dust on the carpet, Aya’s perfume that she puts on her ankles. She sees her legs so up close, a hint of white lace under her skirt.
Mitsuki is looking at Aya with those eyes again. Shining with true, unadulterated devotion. No wonder she reminded Aya of a dog.
“Are you sure? Will you be a good dog?”
Mitsuki tries to hide a moan, but it’s clear as day. She was right.
“Let me think…” Aya starts to take off her belt. “…where should I have you start…”
Unbuttoning her mini skirt, she pretends to be lost in thought. Mitsuki is close to drooling on her legs.
She slips off her skirt and by the time she is done, Mitsuki’s face is already all up in her panties. She feels her breath in her scent.
“Enthusiastic much?” Aya smirks. God how turned on she is! She needs to stay focused, get her role right, otherwise Mitsuki might not want her anymore and trade her for any other girls who can play the mistress much better. She hides that thought, under her usual denial and resignation.
They have urgent business.
As much as she would want to have Mutsuki eating her out already, she catches herself. Quickly, she gets her hand in Mitsuki’s hair and pulls her face up. Hard.
She didn’t believe Mitsuki could moan like that.
“Do you want to be a good dog?”
Aya’s voice is shaking. Mitsuki still trusts her as she nods eagerly.
“Good.” Aya doesn’t break eye contact.
‘Omg this is too hot!’ She is thinking. She is the worst! She should be focusing on…on…what? How can she focus on anything at all when she has Mitsuki, the girl she lusted over for ages, on her knees for her, ready to do whatever she asks her.
She needs to have fun. Seize the opportunity, now that Mitsuki is apparently more interested in her than in her music.
“Imma need you to be real obedient. You need to do exactly what I ask.”
“W-what do you want me to,” Mitsuki’s eyes are running up and down, scanning her girl’s body. She is so cute! “Do to you, my owner?”
Aya is lost for a moment. What does she really want? She never really thought about it, especially when it came to Mitsuki. She didn’t dare to dream about it. At the same time, she has too many ideas. She is shaking with excitement. Her body is burning, even if she is half naked with only a blouse on.
“You will need to start by saying hi to your owner, don’t you agree?” She tilts her head. Her hoop earrings make that nice metallic sound with the movement. Mitsuki is hypnotized, the spell initiated by Aya’s voice stronger than any other music she ever heard.
“You know, like the good dog you are.”
Mitsuki is shocked. She must look so stupid with her mouth half open. It feels way too dry.
“How would a good dog behave? I am sorry, I don’t-“
“By licking its owner.” Aya is quick to interrupt her. There is nothing to worry about, she just needs to follow instructions. No chance of messing up, it is an enchantment she accepts gladly.
“I want to feel you lick me all the way from my feet. I want to see your tongue on me, don’t forget anything. Then, you will need to take care of my pussy.”
Mitsuki is definitely salivating now. How embarrassing!
“It is too wet, I will need my good, good dog,” she tugs at her hair, “to clean me up.”
Mitsuki is panting. Aya can feel her breath on her legs, making her shiver. She just looks so perfect on her knees, her dark eyes looking up at her with so much devotion. She needs to remember this view.
“You think you can do that?”
“Yes, please, please let me.” Mitsuki nods fast, despite Aya still holding her by the hair.
“Easy there! I wasn’t thinking of saying no.” She smiles, she is so happy she can’t stop. Her girl is on her knees and all she thinks about is how grateful she is to have her!
Aya lifts her feet so Mitsuki can kiss them, nice and slow, the wet sound echoes in the room.
Mitsuki holds every part she is about to kiss, caressing it with her long fingers, rough from the guitar but oh so hot on her. The kisses get wetter and wetter as she moves up her leg, and by the time she gets to her thigh she is sucking already.
Aya is shaking but she doesn’t want to show it. It hurts in the best way possible and she knows it is gonna show the day after. She will look at it, run her hands over it, feeling her skin swollen.
Mitsuki’s hair is tingling her legs, she wants to help her keep them up. She wants to be the one kneeling down, so grateful she is for the way Mitsuki is pleasuring her.
Aya is definitely loud. She can’t really tell if Mitsuki is into it, or even noticing it at all. She is so focused on her, licking her through her panties. Her spit gets mixed with Aya’s wetness and the sound is simply celestial. Mitsuki wishes she could put it in a song.
How could Aya not moan louder? She had never been eaten like this, and Mitsuki has barely started. You wouldn’t guess the girl had no experience.
She stops to look up at her. Her cheeks are red and the hair disheveled after all that pulling. She looks too good. Aya can’t help but look at the wetness dripping from her lips, all shining with it like make-up glitters. She needs to kiss her. Even more after she speaks.
“Do you like it?” She asks in her low voice. It is too bad she can’t eat her and speak at the same time.
“I don’t know,” she lies, “I am still wearing my panties, so…”
Mitsuki helps her get rid of them. It is a complicated dance, way too impatient to be effective. Aya is obsessed with the sight of Mitsuki throwing her visibly wet underwear on the floor. A soft pink, vanilla perfumed, thong now balled up on by the bed.
Mitsuki looks up again. She is out of breath, her lips must smell like Aya.
“What are you waiting for?” Aya asks, but she is too stuck on the sight under her. She wishes she could have it anytime, she wishes Mistuki was just down with it anytime she asks, pleasuring her like a good dog and moaning at every order.
“Sorry,” she looks down, “my owner. I was not obedient.”
What has gone into her today!
Aya is shaken by a thrill of pleasure all over her body. Before she can realize it, she pulls at her hair again.
“Make up for it then.”
Her voice is firm, like a good bass line. Mitsuki really, really hopes to hear it again.
The order makes her move automatically, finally doing what she wanted from the start. Her mouth is quick on Aya’s soaked folds, so wet the sound is already obscene. Her release is thick on her tongue, like vanilla ice cream.
The direct contact is something out of this world. All the time spent not doing this seems wasted. She closes her eyes tight, the pleasure too strong and too fast.
Aya finally pushes Mitsuki’s head closer and closer to her, she must be hurting, but she can’t help it.
Mitsuki puts her hand on Aya’s inner thigh, just placed there. There is no possession in the gesture, it is just care, maybe something else, something that Aya does not want to believe in. It makes her feel like crying.
“I’m-” Aya gasps “I’m sorry.”
Mitsuki does not seem to hear. Aya is closing her legs so tight around her head, keeping her in place with her hands, leaving Mitsuki with no choice. Would she get a choice, there is nothing else she wishes to do now anyways. She hopes Aya can tell, because her tongue and jaw are burning.
Mitsuki is overwhelmed: Aya is shaking in pleasure and she can watch her, notice her barely breathing. And the sound. The sound, it is better than anything else she ever heard. Her ears are covered by Aya’s thighs, perfumed sweetly like everything about her, making her feel like she is floating. The moaning in the distance is a new melody she is chasing.
How could it feel so good if Aya is barely touching her? Or is she? Maybe her voice can travel through air, reverberate in the humidity around, be heard and be tuned just to Mitsuki’s heartbeat. Maybe it can touch her, only the way old records can.
“Getting closer?”
“Faster” Aya’s grip on her hair is weak. Her face is so red, not even her good cushion foundation can hide it. Her hair is a mess, scattered around her chest, covering her enough to make Mitsuki go crazy. Oh, this is a sight that needs to be framed.
Aya is mesmerized, even if she cannot stop asking for more. A girl at her feet. That girl, the one she never believed she could have. Looking only at her, the rhythm of her tongue is the only one she needs to worry about, for once.
Every touch is making her shake and see stars, playing a music she can’t even decipher in her head. Mitsuki starts again, puts her face deep in her, her hair is tickling Aya.
She is pushing her tongue inside. They are at Mitsuki’s house and someone must be able to hear Aya’s moaning. She wishes she could keep it inside, close her mouth or bite her finger. But Mitsuki is eating her so well, keeping the right pace to drive her insane. She licks around the entrance, barely giving her what she wants.
Aya feels like she is about to pass out. She is mad, the way you are only when teased to tears.
“If you don’t behave now…”
Aya makes sure she is listened to, even if she is laying strengthless on the wall.
Mitsuki is quick to add a finger, touching her just like how she lusted for. It’s too much, making Aya burn with a new desire, the one to be opened on Mitsuki’s fingers, so fast and deep in her. She can feel the calluses on her fingertips. That part rubbed around her clit feels like just enough to come too soon.
“Keep going.”
Mitsuki is not about to disobey now. She is blinded, only guided by her girl’s voice, chasing Aya’s orgasm like it was hers. She is used to adjusting her fingers and tongue, used to following directions. She looks up at Aya to see her reaction, to be guided by her, reading new orders on her body.
“You are so good.” Aya looks up, knowing she cannot stop herself from coming, had she watched Mistuki in the eyes. “I want you to keep fucking me forever.”
She is pulling at her hair so hard she must have ripped some off. “Please, please, I am almost there.”
Mitsuki is so wet under her thick jeans. Was it possible, she would have come just like this, watching Aya. But now she is focused, taking her reaction in, remembering which side of the tongue feels better, moving her finger fast over Aya’s clit.
Everything hurts and burns, she fears her muscles might give up. There is no way she would let it happen, not when Aya is gripping at her hair like that. Not when she is moaning like that. Mitsuki is really proud of something for once.
She tastes so good, sounds heavenly, and it makes Mitsuki want to record it even more. She feels Aya tightening around her tongue, dripping all over her face and fingers. She catches her gripping at the covers until her knuckles turn white. Her nails must be piercing her palm.
Aya is silent, the words get stuck in her throat, turning to small whines. Her body moves on its own. She clenches her legs around Mitsuki’s neck. Tight, as she feels Mitsuki’s breath become laboured. She feels her orgasm building right behind each point Mistuki is touching her, making her shake and putting sparkles behind her eyes.
She clenches her legs more while she comes, making it hard for Mitsuki to move.
Aya looks surprised by what she did, but Mitsuki just wanted her to squeeze tighter. She will die happily like this, tired from pleasuring Aya just how she wanted.
They both get up and awkwardly help each other fix their clothes. Is it supposed to feel this good? How come this feels better than anything else Mistuki has ever done?
“You are a perfect dog.” Aya ruffles her hair. Smiling, she flees her gaze. Mitsuki is so fair the blush is obvious. “Good job, really. Want a treat now?” Aya fixes her clothes.
“Stop it.” she laughs at her. Smiling wide, they both catch their breath. As much as Aya knows this is not made to last, she enjoys it, like a 45 rpm record.