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Claire could never get enough of Jill’s kisses.
Their first kiss, gentle and shy on the doorway of Claire’s apartment, was a favorite. A soft peck, lips stained with earlier shared wine and tongues touching just the tiniest bit, just enough for Claire to let out a soft whimper and cling to the belt hoops on Jill’s jeans like a lifeline.
It stopped there, their first; soft giggles and a silly wave and Jill was gone, the trace of her woody perfume haunting Claire’s dreams for the night.
Their first kiss was nothing like this one - these ones, precisely. With her back to the pillows and Jill slotted between her legs, Claire felt like she was about to melt.
Heavenly, her tongue, suckling and licking onto every inch of neck her mouth could find, sighing heavily against the softness of Claire’s skin and still respectful enough to not stain her whole body purple in hickeys (even if she wanted to, she kept marks down the collar).
“You smell so good today,” Jill muttered, now licking the expanse of her jaw and discreetly slipping a hand under Claire’s tank top, calloused fingers tickling the soft skin teasingly. With a hitch of a breath, her thighs wrapped around Jill’s waist, arching her back just the tiniest bit.
“And you look so fucking good,” she did.
They got to this point because Claire simply couldn’t keep it in her pants with how hot Jill looked. She knew Jill was strong, but the way the black shirt she wore today was just short enough for a slither of her abs to show made her crawl up the walls. Jill picked her like a potato bag and threw her on the bed when she dared to lick the hardness of her belly.
“What’s gotten into you today?” the older woman asked with a giggle, pulling back from her neck - fuck, with her lips red and swollen and wet with spit and her eyes blown to black - to look into her eyes with curious mirth.
“You did.” Claire chewed her own lower lip, hand finding her cheek to trace the lines there tenderly and put a lock of her short hair behind her ear. “I mean it. You look really fucking good.”
“I look the same as I did yesterday.”
“You looked so handsome yesterday as well…”
With a snort, Jill sat on her heels and squeezed Claire’s thighs, eyeing down her body with tenderness and need. A thumb and pointer sneakily undid the button on her jeans, making Claire shiver as they traced the line of her panties.
“Lift your hips” and she pulled the pants down, Claire lifting her lower body and helping by kicking the piece out of bed and wrapping her ankles behind Jill’s hips to bring her back against her middle.
“Take your shirt off…” Claire said while already pushing the black shirt up to show her delicious abs and messing her short hair on the way. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts revealed in a bounce, perfectly heavy and adorned with brown, already stiff nipples. Claire couldn’t hold her hands back from cupping them even if she tried, barely able to cover all the warm fat on her palms.
Their tongues entangled again, more fiercely, desperately. Jill slipped her hands under the panties, squeezing a handful of ass to help the soft grind the younger one started against her stomach.
“Are you wet already?” Jill’s tone was teasing but also breathless, feeling the panties rubbing against her belly a little bit too warm against skin.
“Don’t know,” Claire muttered against her lips, clawing at the strong, well defined back her girlfriend owned. “You should check it out.”
Oh, she would ravish that woman.
Undressing was fast, clothes everywhere on the room to be find later and their bodies in a mess of warmth, tongue and spit when Jill trailed her mouth down perky tits - where she suckled and bit the little nub with hunger -, kissed that soft belly she loved to touch with adoration and buried her nose against the only piece of clothing Claire had left: her simple black panties, the shameless darkness at the bottom revealing the wetness both knew was there.
“Yeah,” she groaned lowly, desperately discarding the annoying piece as well. “You’re dripping, baby”
Jill didn’t have time to take the panties off, she simply hooked the bottom of the panties on a finger and pulled the wet fabric to the side, trimmed wet curls and a twitching clit shining at her. Breathtaking.
She wasn’t a tease - Claire was, all the teasing in their relationship was reserved for her -, barely sparing a glance before taking a mouthful of pussy, big nose tickled by the short, coarse hair while she swirled around the swollen organ, hugging Claire’s thighs to keep her even closer to her face.
“Jill…” a heavy sigh escaped Claire’s mouth as she bucked the slightest bit against that tongue, her ponytail a mess on the pillow. Opening her legs just a bit more, the clue was immediately registered by Jill’s brain and she was fast to fold Claire almost in half, entranced as her drooling hole exposed itself between parting lips, squeezing shyly around nothing. Jill kissed the skin under it, attentive to reactions.
An impatient one, Claire was, burying a hand on Jill’s hair - gently scratching the scalp - to guide her mouth back to her pussy, rubbing herself all over chin and nose and letting out the softest moans, gasps and shivers.
“Jill-” Claire bit her lip, holding back a desperate gasp. Her hand tightened on Jill’s hair, pulling a little harder. “Turn around, wanna eat you out”
“Desperate today, aren’t we?” Jill pulled back with a snap, licking her wet lips. No need for further begging with her own clit pulsing, entrance seeping and aching. She needed her girlfriend.
Claire was quick to pull her closer after Jill undressed, hands squeezing strong thighs and ass she so needily wanted on her face.
“Ovulating” with a moan, she tried to reach for Jill’s pussy, failing as the woman hovered a little bit too far from her face, her own body facing to her feet.
“Calm down, pretty girl,” Jill reached behind her to caress the red hair, dropping her weight gently on her face. Eager as always, Claire latched on the puffy clit promptly, forcing the older woman to her face by grabbing her hips and pushing her down as much as she would let her.
Jill moaned in surprise, closing her eyes to savor the feeling. Claire had an anxious tongue, touching every bit of pussy she could reach and sucking her wetness as if she had none to drink in days - the best lover a girl could ask for. Only Jill’s.
She had to pull herself out of the pleasure, leaning down to put her own mouth on Claire’s pussy, her girl dripping down the crack, tasting so perfectly tangy and salty and hers.
This girl would be the death of her.
“Spread your legs more, baby” her voice shook and she tried her hardest not to buckle against her chin.
She spread the legs and Jill’s favorite meal parted with a mouthwatering wet little noise, smaller lips shining with her honey.
The only reason Jill didn’t lick her dry was the fact that she was so, so fucking aroused that she stayed wet and fed Jill more and more.
Her mouth left Jill’s cunt with a groan, forehead resting against the curve of a beefy thigh and ass as her belly warmed up. “That tongue of yours…”
Jill herself was relentless, humming and vibrating in response while her tongue circled her filled clit and pulled her hood back with the tip. Claire seized so hard she worried about breaking Jill’s nose.
“Delicious,” Jill pulled back with a kiss, heaving hard. She moved to between her legs, her own a bit shaky, and massaged the toned thighs close to the crease. “What do you want, baby?”
Oh, Claire was out of it. She stared at Jill with such adoration, baby blue eyes shining and pupils blown, mind blank and so fuzzy with pleasure that all she mustered to reply was “Huh?”
“What do you want me to do now, baby?” she laughed, hand caressing Claire’s belly now to bring her back to the moment.
“Oh,” taking Jill’s hand, she kissed her knuckles lovingly. “Your fingers?”
“I can give you that”
They met in a kiss, now mouth. Lazy tongues and warm spit, pushing Claire through the haziness to be able to reciprocate.
Jill’s fingers were rough, calluses in every fingertip and inside of her palm and when they met Claire’s clit in a lazy circle, slipped down to stroke the twitching and seeping entrance and stroked the upper wall just an inch inside her pussy-
“Feels good…”
“I know it does, baby” Valentine’s nose traced a line down her neck, the scent of her sweet and addictive. “Know you like the palm of my hand.”
Two fingers down to the knuckle now, curling just the right way between the sponge-y wet valley inside.
“So I see” she said breathlessly, reaching down to grasp the wrist of the hand fingering her to press it harder against wetness. “More?”
Jill licked her lips, arousal tickling her belly as she slipped a third inside and the tight channel became a little more tighter, squeezing her fingers so, so nicely. She forced her hand under Claire’s butt to angle her upwards a little, legs parting a bit more to make it easier to reach the right spots.
“Fuck, wish i had a cock just to feel this,” a horny mumble that wasn’t thought twice before leaving Jill’s lips but made Claire squeeze around her knuckles. She was desperate, oozing stickiness and gripping her fiercely, the hand on the wrist slamming the fingers against her pussy almost madly. She didn't have to - Jill would gladly fuck her the way she wishes, but there was something so warming and deliciously nasty about Claire taking her pleasure as she needed so desperately. So cute.
With every arch of her back, her tits looked even more beautiful pointing up, the nipples hard and calling for Jill. So she latched onto one, teeth pulling not so gently on it and when she let go, the whole fat mound jiggled. Claire let out a louder noise, both hands now finding the muscles of the girlfriend’s back to grip her closer.
“Already close” Claire sounded a little embarrassed to admit even though Jill already knew by feeling her killer grip on her fingers and the twitching of her legs.
“It’s okay, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
The younger melted a bit, allowing herself to soak a bit on the slow feeling burning her belly and moan just a bit more freely when Jill found place between her legs again to suck her clit with strength.
“Jill-” Claire’s whole body moved with the strong trust, her legs closing around her girlfriend’s head to keep her right there, right where it felt good and and so warm and wet and she was so, so close-
A cute groan was heard, one of Claire’s hands resting atop of her own heart to feel the grounding beat as she rutted against Jill’s face until she stopped seizing and twitching, the lingering pleasure of her girlfriend’s now gentle tongue and unmoving fingers inside her making her turn to pudding.
A wet noise met the walls of the bedroom when Jill pulled her fingers and parted away from Claire’s cunt with a wet peck, reaching to the floor for her discarded shirt to dry her hand and throw the shirt towards the laundry basket.
“You missed” Claire’s breathless voice said, her eyes barely open and skin with a thin layer of sweat. Jill wanted to lick her all over.
“No I didn't” her arms wrapped around Claire to steal a bit of her warmth, enjoying the skin to skin contact they shared. “Good?”
“Mhm,” the Redfield closed her eyes, yawning and turning to bury her face on Jill’s neck. “You didn’t get to-”
“Shh, don’t worry about that.” Jill pecked the crown of her head, lulling her to sleepiness. “Watching you is more than enough. Rest, baby.”
“Gonna turn me spoiled…” her voice was a small murmur against Jill’s neck.
“It’s okay. I like my women a bit spoiled.”
A huff, and Claire was out like a light.