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Two figures sit in a dimly lit booth of an extravagant hotel bar, faces almost touching as they have a very intimate conversation. In the middle of the main crowd, you would never know it by the way they're interacting, too wrapped up in each other to notice the shuffle of people around them. Dragging a firm finger up the side of her wife's throat towards her jaw, Sevika grumbles into the minimal space between them in an annoyed tone.
"How much longer 'til we can head upstairs? If one more director comes up to me to ask about the budget for next year, I'm gonna tell them they can go fish for it when they're looking for his body."
"Easy tiger, it's the last night so they're all on edge." Taking a long sip of her champagne, Mel is feeling the effects of it, her skin heating up under her lover’s touch. "Just be polite and tell them we'll know more once we all get back to the office."
"I have. I lost count of how many times, I'm at my limit." Sevika snatches her whiskey from the table and tosses it back, her fourth or fifth of the evening.
"I just want to be alone with you, away from all of these creepy ass men..." She nuzzles into Mel's neck with purpose, trying her hardest to break down the woman's resolve.
They've scarcely had any private time this entire weekend, stuck in panels and 'team building' activities neither of them wanted to attend. Given no choice of taking part in this conference, they hoped they'd at least be able to escape at the end of each night to their shared room, but somehow, an unwanted dinner or drink with a coworker would pop up onto their schedule.
"I understand sweetheart, but I promise you, the second we can leave, we will."
Letting out a frustrated huff, Sevika wraps her right hand around Mel's waist and nuzzles into her shoulder, her head now comfortably laying on it. The alcohol in her system was making her desperate, much to her wife's amusement.
"I know...I just...I need you."
Even with her voice barely above a whisper, Mel can hear the whiney edge in it. With a twinkle in her eyes, the shorter woman's left hand slips onto Sevika's muscular thigh, gently caressing it. As she's about to murmur something explicit in her ear, she sees two men approaching their booth and has to course correct at the last second.
"Play nice with these two, and you'll get what you want when we head up. Okay?" Pressing a chaste kiss to a tan cheek, Mel turns away and faces the opening of the booth to the other woman's confusion. "What are you t–"
"Ms. Medarda, hello."
The first man smiles broadly at her, his beady eyes traveling down to drink her in. Unaware of the possessive hold she has on Sevika's thigh, his gaze pauses on her open-toed heels and exposed calf for a moment before he remembers his manners. Clearing his throat and adjusting his tie, he holds out a hand, which she gracefully shakes.
He introduces himself as the president of their main competitor, and Mel sneers. They've been trying to poach her for years, and though she knows this conversation will lead nowhere, she still has to endure it.
Once the other man introduces himself as the vice president, they seat themselves next to the couple unprompted, causing Sevika to lean forward as if to stop them. She freezes in place when a firm hand cups between her legs and squeezes. Surprised eyes flick to the side and catch a wink solely meant for her, as if to say Remember what I told you.
With an internal groan, Sevika leans back into the leather of the booth seat and moves to take another sip of her whiskey, which she now realizes is finished. She knows her wife well enough to recognize that look, biting her lower lip as she spreads her legs a bit more to adjust to the hand now gently rubbing her inner thigh.
Meanwhile, the two men have already begun to pitch their job offer, but neither Mel nor Sevika are truly listening. Once they conclude their pitch, Mel thanks them for their time and politely turns them down, sending them on their way with a practiced smile.
Once the men are out of earshot, Mel squeezes the spot between pleasantly warm legs, amused to find that the muscular woman's breathing is heavier than usual.
"You did very well." She leans over to whisper in Sevika's ear, hand still gently massaging the area. Her wife huffs at the praise, lowering her head and slowly shutting her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down. Despite the woman's reaction, Mel's smile only grows. She continues her ministrations for a few seconds longer, taking delight in the effect she's having on her wife. After a few seconds of listening to Sevika try to control her breathing, Mel retracts her hand, knowing she's teased her enough for the moment.
"Why don't you go get us a couple more drinks? I seem to have finished mine." She raises her empty glass in the air with a coy look, knowing she'll say yes.
An exasperated look has Mel holding back a laugh. "I suppose I could, my love." Sevika sighs before leaning over to place a kiss on her temple, standing up and plucking the empty glass from her outstretched hand.
"Wait here, I'll be right back."
Upon returning, the two women are back in their own world as they wait for the crowd to diminish, not wanting to look bad by leaving early. Teasing touches and looks build the anticipation in the air, and as the alcohol keeps flowing, their inhibitions lower further and further until they reach a breaking point.
Sevika is the first to crack, her brain now just a drunken mess of desire. She takes a glance around to see if anyone's watching them, eyes locking with a pair that match how she's feeling.
"Can we...can we leave now? I don't care anymore, I'm done."
Mel glances at the clock on the wall behind her wife and sees that they've been here almost an appropriate amount of time. She knows they'll come off as impolite but at this point, she throws caution to the wind. Exiting the booth, she interlocks her fingers with Sevika's and begins leading them through the thinning crowd, her gaze determined and the click of her heels echoing across the marble floors. Making it across the lobby and towards the elevators, she presses the button to call one with more force than necessary, breath shaky.
As they finally step in and the doors slide shut behind them, Sevika swiftly pushes Mel against the wall, her body pinning the other woman in place. Their faces centimeters apart, she whispers against her lips, desperate and low. "God, I need you."
Without a verbal response, Mel crashes their lips together, the force of the impact making Sevika groan. She pushes back, finding skin to paw at frantically, all the frustration and need from the past two days spilling out. Sevika's hand slides under Mel's knee and hoists it up around her hip, allowing her to slot perfectly between the shorter woman's parted thighs. Both women let out heavy breaths at the contact, unable to control themselves now that they were in private, away from prying eyes.
The ping announcing they've reached their floor forces them to separate for fear of a colleague seeing them in this position. Standing up and straightening out their clothes, they exit the elevator hand in hand and hastily make their way towards their room, Sevika pulling out the plastic keycard and pushing it into the slot above the handle. As soon as the door unlocks, the taller of the two forces it open with her shoulder before pulling her wife in, hands groping whatever skin she can reach.
The tables are quickly turned once Mel walks them over to the king sized bed and gently pushes Sevika back onto it with a bite of her plump bottom lip. “You were so patient at dinner, darling. I think you deserve a reward.”
Sevika lets out a desperate whine at the words, watching Mel's form move to hover over her. The heat in her gut grows stronger, desperate and demanding.
"Please."
Her voice cracks, but she's too far gone to care, wanting nothing more than for her wife to take control. Capturing lips covered in dark lipstick, Mel swallows a moan that escapes into her mouth, tongue languidly tracing over the wet skin she tastes. A hand finds the small of Mel's back, pulling her closer to deepen the contact. Any remnants of control Sevika had at the onset are completely gone, now succumbing to the haze overtaking her mind.
As fast as the kiss begins, it ends without warning as Mel pulls back and stands up before walking over to one of the suitcases laid on the floor under the window. Propping herself up onto her elbows to see what her wife is looking for, shuffling noises and a satisfied hum are all she recognizes. When the younger woman finally turns around, a pulse begins beating between Sevika's legs as the object is revealed. In her hands are a black and gold harness and matching purple dildo, the custom toys Mel commissioned for their last anniversary.
Upon hearing a gasp, Mel's signature smirk appears, her tone teasing as she walks back over. "Did you think I would forget? I had a feeling this weekend would be long, and I think we both deserve a reward."
She gets to the edge of the bed and places a hand on the side of Sevika's face, tilting it up. "Now, my love, will you be good and undress for me?"
Nodding silently, Sevika sits up, her expression hungry as her eyes roam over the woman standing in front of her. Without a second thought, she slips her suit jacket off and begins to unbutton her shirt, hands slightly shaking in anticipation. Once her shirt is removed, the view of her toned torso leaves Mel a bit flustered, a warm feeling pooling in her core. Despite having seen it countless times, it's still a very impressive sight. Watching the muscles in her wife's stomach flex, the shorter woman takes in the gorgeous sight without comment as she lays the toys out on the bed.
Sevika stands and begins to unbutton her pants, the action taking much longer to complete than it should. The alcohol coursing through her and the look being leveled her way were affecting her motor skills, making it near impossible to perform a simple task. Once they're finally off, she steps out of them, clad in nothing but her black sports bra and matching boxers.
"Those too." Mel smirks at the glossy look in her lover's eyes as she does what she's told, hastily discarding the remaining fabric. Once she stands bare, physique rivaling gods themselves, the shorter woman approaches, running a velvety finger over her chest before pushing her onto the bed. Sevika's breath hitches in her throat as her back hits the covers, the cold air against her now exposed skin adding to the sensations wracking through her body. She opens her mouth to beg, to plead, but only a soft exhale makes its way out as Mel begins situating the harness, gaze raking over the woman laying in front of her.
"Spread your legs for me, darling."
Doing as she's told, Sevika lets her thighs fall open to reveal the sticky mess between them, breathing already picking up as her head flops back onto the bed. Mel doesn’t even attempt to suppress the low moan she lets out at the sight, crawling onto the bed and slotting herself between toned thighs. Her breath fans over the other woman's lips as she whispers, "I want to ruin you."
"Then do it."
Voice deep and filled with want, Sevika moves a hand from its place in the bedsheet and tangles it in intricate braids, pulling her down to finally connect their lips once more. The kiss is rough and desperate, neither woman willing to yield to the other. Teeth, tongues, and wandering hands battle for control as Mel begins to grind down into the body underneath her. The pressure causes Sevika to break the kiss with a gasp.
"Please...Please I-I need to feel you."
The words were strained, begging and impatient. Mel's favorite version of her. Between the mess of a woman beneath her and the haze of the liquor from earlier, heat courses through Mel's veins as she teasingly slides the strap between dripping folds.
Sevika lets out a guttural moan at the contact, her hips canting up in a desperate attempt to be touched properly. "Baby...please, I can't..." Her words turn to breathy whimpers as she tries to hold herself back, needing more.
Mel decides to take mercy on the woman, sliding her free hand between taut thighs and gathering as much wetness as she can. Making sure to keep eye contact, she then lowers it and begins stroking the toy to cover it in her wife's slick. Her eyes almost roll back at the sight, the woman below her mewling like an animal. "You're killing me."
Sevika is reduced to small whimpers and whines, her eyes never leaving the hand gripping the strap, desperate to feel it inside her.
"I know, darling, I know." Mel knows how to keep her right on the edge, giving just enough to not push her over.
With one last look to make sure the toy is sufficiently coated, she removes her hand and moves it to spread Sevika's leg wider, the other still holding down a strong thigh. After pressing a gentle kiss to a damp forehead, Mel thrusts forward and fills the woman under her to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
Sevika’s hands claw at her shoulder as she sets a sloppy pace, too aroused to care. Babbling incoherently, the short haired woman rocks her hip up to push the dildo deeper, feeling it hit that sensitive spot inside her. At the same time, Mel pushes down, the back of the strap rubbing against her clit deliciously. She lets out a garbled moan, ignoring the rational part of her brain that tells her they have neighbors.
Their breaths start to sync, almost heaving with the exertion. Mel feels her own muscles start to clench in anticipation, but she holds herself back. This moment was for the glorious angel underneath her.
She begins to pick up speed, rolling her hips with a purpose. Her free hand finds Sevika's and interlocks their fingers, pinning it next to her head. The dark skinned woman looks down into glassy eyes, pupils blown wide from arousal. Mel's gaze is locked on the features of her lover, searching for every little sign of pleasure. Each moan and gasp is an indication of a job well done, and every whine or shudder only encourages her to push further, to wreck the other woman beyond recognition.
The way Sevika's hair sticks to her sweat slicked forehead, or how her toned muscles ripple with every jerk of her body makes Mel light-headed, filled with a possessive desire to keep her like this. Hers and hers alone.
"You look so beautiful like this. Utterly wrecked for me, aren't you, my love?"
Sevika struggles to form a response, too lost to the sensations coursing through her. The words fail to come out, replaced with unintelligible sounds and guttural moans. Mel takes it as an affirmation, knowing her so well by now that silence has only one reason.
"Always so loud and impatient. Let me hear how close you are."
Mel's free hand moves to her hair and grips a handful, pulling it taut and forcing her head back to expose more skin, leaving a trail of marks behind. "Look at that, I can feel you squeezing around me. So desperate for me to fuck you."
Her filthy statements are answered with a moan, the sight of her wife being completely wrecked only spurring her on. Mel knows it won't be long before Sevika falls apart completely. Her grip only tightens, knowing just how much pressure the woman under her can take. "I can tell how bad you need it, my love."
Sevika's whines grow in volume and frequency, her body shaking. She's right at the edge, Mel can tell. "Please, please, I-"
In one swift move, the younger of the two places her hands under Sevika's thighs, pulling them onto her shoulders and leaning forward, reaching deeper inside at this new angle.
Sevika's eyes fly open, feeling the toy push against her most sensitive spot and making her clench reflexively. With her knees now pressed into her chest and Mel practically bending her in half, nothing but incoherent moans and whimpers escape her, mouth open in a silent scream. She's teetering on the precipice, toes curled, and back arched. All she needs is a slight push. Reaching a shaking hand down, Mel begins rubbing tight circles around her puffy clit, slick flying all around.
"Oh, oh god-" Sevika gasps out, voice strangled.
Her body is wracked with shivers, every nerve in her body on fire. The tension becomes unbearable, and her vision starts to go hazy. Finally, her body seizes up and then releases, a loud moan tearing from her throat. Cum gushes out onto the dildo, soaking it as Mel continues pumping in and out, guiding Sevika through her orgasm.
After what feels like hours the waves of pleasure finally subside, leaving her breathless and her limbs heavy. For a few long moments, she just lays there, eyes unfocused and mind empty. Then she feels movement and her attention draws back to the woman above her as she kisses up and down a trembling thigh.
"You did such a good job for me, sweetheart."
Mel gently removes the harness and sets the toys aside, settling down next to her blissed-out wife. She wraps a slender arm around her waist, pulling her in and leaving soft kisses wherever she can reach. Sevika still hasn't responded, content to lay there with half-lidded eyes and deep breaths. She curls into Mel's embrace, nuzzling into her and hiding her face in her chest. Mel chuckles fondly, threading her fingers through short locks.
"Don't go falling asleep on me, now. We need to get cleaned up."
A low grumble comes from the woman in her arms, reluctant to move from the comfort of her wife's presence. "Can't we just do it in the morning?"
Mel only chuckles. "How about in five minutes? We've got an early flight, remember?"
That finally pulls Sevika from her blissed-out stupor, letting out a small huff. "Fine."
Even though it's a half-hearted agreement, she manages to get her limbs to cooperate as she stands up a short while later and makes her way over to the bathroom, a euphoric grin still plastered to her face.