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“I said don’t come,” Carol murmurs, her tone laced with disappointment,”But you did anyway?”
Zosia’s body stutters in post-orgasmic bliss, still clenching around where Carol is pressed deep inside of her.
“I thought you had to give me what I want.” Carol's voice oozes a derisive disdain as she leans in and breathes hotly against Zosia’s ear. “I thought you had to make me happy.”
Carol slides out of Zosia slowly, sucking her teeth before pressing the length of the strap-on back in.
“Carol-” Zosia gasps, gripping the bedsheets tightly in clenched fists as the muscles of her back ripple. “We’re sorry, Carol,” she all but cries before pressing her face back into the pillow.
Carol leans back on her knees, her gaze flitting across the bare expanse of Zosia’s back. She tries to ignore the faded scars that mottle her shoulder and the base of her spine.
Carol clears her throat, giving Zosia one hard thrust of her hips to get herself back on track.
“Y’know,” Carol sighs, “You ask me if there’s anything you can do for me, but when I finally want something from you…” she trails off, her tone soaked in disappointment.
Zosia lets out a throaty, anguished moan into the pillow. If she says any words in response, Carol can’t make it out.
Carol’s hand rests against Zosia’s hip, and she pinches the flesh there slightly as she shifts her hips against the backs of Zosia’s thighs where she’s pressed within her.
Zosia’s face turns to the side, and she’s beautiful - mouth parted, gasping for air.
Carol leans forward and sweeps her hair away from Zosia’s face, and the movement makes Zosia press back against her harder.
“Carol,” Zosia gasps, “We’re sorry. We’ll do better. We, the-” she keens in the back of her throat as Carol rolls her hips, once, twice, three times.
Carol watches as a single tear trails down Zosia’s cheek. She leans forward and wipes it away.
“No,” Carol’s tone is gentler now, “Don’t do better. Just give me what I want.”
Zosia nods earnestly against the pillow.
“Yes, Carol.”
Carol sets a punishing rhythm then, gripping Zosia’s hips tightly as she rocks her hips, fucking into her.
The wet sound of Zosia taking her is obscene and it helps to ground Carol in the moment.
She’s human. She’s real. She’s here with her. She has just come hard around her cock and is apparently eager for more.
“Do you like that?” Carol pants. Her lungs are beginning to burn and a bead of sweat trails down her throat and between her naked breasts before dripping onto Zosia’s back.
Zosia responds with a nod, arching her back.
An idea comes to Carol and she slows the speed of her thrusts to an idle rock that has Zosia’s toes clenching.
Carol runs her palm up the length of Zosia’s spine, “Can you tell me what you want?” Her hips barely move now.
Zosia doesn’t respond at first, she just gasps little puffs of air that make loose tendrils of her hair flutter around her face.
“Carol, please,” There’s an edge of desperation in Zosia’s voice that sends a pang of liquid heat through Carol’s body.
“Please, what?”
A long pause ensues as Zosia flexes her fingers against the sheets, her body drawn taut.
“We want what you want, Carol.”
Carol huffs. Wrong answer.
She pulls out of her roughly and Zosia gasps as though she’s been burned.
Carol flips Zosia over roughly onto her back and looks down at her, gaze sharp and searching.
Zosia's skin is flushed with warmth and a sheen of wetness glistens between her thighs.
Leaning over her, Carol presses her body against Zosia. The slow slide of their flesh feels amazing and Carol has to bite back a moan at the way her thigh finds burning heat between Zosia’s legs.
Carol looks into Zosia’s desperate eyes, their lips almost touching with the close proximity.
“You look like you want something to me,” Carol murmurs, “Tell me.”
Zosia bites her lip.
“It would make me happy,” Carol continues.
Zosia closes her eyes, her fingers ghost the outside of Carol’s hip.
Carol, pressing down more firmly with her thigh against Zosia’s center, uses her hand to rake through the ends of Zosia’s hair and clench the strands between her fist.
“And if I want to stop?” Carol asks, backing off both sensations at once, “To leave you like this?”
Zosia’s mouth falls open.
“No-,” she whines, which almost makes Carol smile in victory, “No… no problem, Carol.”
Carol bites back a frustrated groan.
She presses a palm to Zosia’s cheek, guiding her to make eye contact as she breathes against her open mouth.
“I want what this body wants. I want what Zosia wants. I want you to-," she shakes her head.
Trailing her free hand down Zosia’s side, Carol lets her fingers ghost across her inner thigh.
Zosia’s eyes are dark and beseeching below her.
Carol can feel the way that Zosia trembles against her. Her skin is warm and slick with sweat, and despite her earlier orgasm she seems more desperate now than ever.
“We,” Zosia pauses, her hips pressing up slightly to chase a firmer touch, “We would very much like to kiss you, Carol.”
Carol feels heat pull behind her belly button. The sharp squeeze of want makes her huff a warm breath against Zosia’s lips.
Without thinking, Carol leans forward and presses her lips to Zosia’s, their mouths and tongues meeting instantly.
The warm plush of Zosia’s lips is almost too much. When she bites Zosia’s bottom lip, she gasps a broken throaty moan into her mouth that has Carol grinding harder against her, pressing more firmly into her.
The heat of it has her wanting to claw herself inside of her skin. To press down into her until their bodies fuse. To join her.
If it feels anything like this, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Zosia’s tongue is in her mouth, hot and searching. Desperate for something that Carol can’t provide.
Carol almost chokes on her need for air but can’t bring herself to pull back.
Zosia clambers against her, scratches nails down her spine, grinds against her, licks into her mouth.
Carol feels lightheaded.
Before she’s even had the conscious thought, Carol is pressing Zosia’s thighs back and lining herself up with the tight, wet heat of her once more.
When she pushes back in, Carol’s moan is louder and more obscene than Zosia’s. Desperation claws from behind her ribs, sharp and scorching where it constricts around her lungs.
Zosia doesn’t let her back away from their kiss for even a second. She wraps one long, lean leg around Carol’s lower back and rolls her hips upward as she bites at her lip and sucks on her tongue.
The moans that rip from Carol’s throat and stutter out against Zosia’s lips on uneven breaths should embarrass her, but she doesn’t have the wherewithal to be aware of herself in the moment.
With one hand resting gently against Zosia’s throat, the other clenches at the flesh of her thigh, pushing her leg back to deepen the angle of her thrusts.
Zosia breaks the kiss with a gasp, “Yes, right there.”
And Carol couldn’t really deny her, not when she’d actually asked.
She feels a wild need spin out from her center, rotating and consuming like a black hole has replaced her solar plexus. Dropping to her elbows, her face presses against Zosia’s chest as she pistons her hips roughly into her and moans obscenities against Zosia’s skin.
Zosia’s long fingers card through her hair, still gentle and patient despite the ratcheting tension that Carol can feel thrumming through the body beneath her. The sensation makes her pace falter slightly, but she quickly returns to her rhythm.
Carol turns her face, mouthing at the side of Zosia’s bare breast.
Zosia’s hands have made their way to Carol’s cheeks, and the way that she directs her gaze to meet her own is undemanding, but Carol is powerless to resist anyway.
Zosia’s eyes are black with need and Carol shudders a desperate moan as she feels something shatter within her.
There’s something different in the way that Zosia looks at her now. Carol’s stopped moving, and she clings to Zosia’s shoulders with a vice grip as she spirals into her all-consuming stare.
There’s a gnawing hunger in Zosia’s gaze, so desperate that Carol herself can almost feel the sharp bite of its teeth ripping into her own flesh.
“W-” Carol begins, but she's cut off when Zosia moves firmly against her.
In a flash of movement, Carol finds herself on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Before the room has even stopped spinning above her, Zosia is lowering herself into Carol’s lap and taking her back inside.
Zosia’s chin is tilted to the ceiling and she looks like an absolute vision in the warm light cast from the candles on the sideboard. All she can do is stare in awe as Zosia begins to move above her, her body rolling as she chases her own pleasure.
Carol feels her heartbeat pound against her ribs, a desperate ship battered and lost in the maelstrom of desire churning deep within her. She loses all direction when Zosia’s head rolls forward and their eyes lock once more.
The way that Zosia's body undulates above her is mesmerising. Sweat glistens across the plains of her stomach and Carol reaches up to grasp firmly at her rib.
She doesn't direct her movement at all, just squeezes at her side and feels her body rock above her.
Zosia looks down at her through half-lidded eyes. Hair curtains her face and short puffs of air tumble out of her parted lips.
Carol holds her gaze as she slides her hand slowly down from Zosia's rib to press against her lower abdomen; right above where they're joined.
Zosia's rhythm doesn't falter for even a second, but Carol can see the way that her gaze darkens further.
Where her hand splays against Zosia's stomach, Carol swears she can feel the strap pressing from the inside on each of Zosia's downward thrusts. The thought alone is enough to make her emit an obscene moan that she wishes she could swallow as soon as it's fallen from her lips.
Sensing her chagrin, Zosia smiles down at her. It begins as a tight-lipped smile, one that Carol maybe could have construed as pitying, but as she begins to feel the hot flush of further shame prickle at the back of her neck, Zosia's teeth cut a sharp line through her lips. There's something marginally unsettling about it, the way that her canine teeth glint in the candle light, like she's baring her teeth in warning, rather than actually smiling in any type of human way. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, which have grown in intensity from the ever-simmering smoulder to an all-consuming forest fire.
There's very little Carol can do in that moment but lay back and watch as Zosia uses her body to chase her pleasure. Time feels distorted as she loses herself in the repetitious undulation of Zosia's hips against her.
The sweat, the flickering candle light casting shadows across Zosia's body, the small gasps from Zosia which she wishes would turn into something more substantial. Maybe if she squeezed her a little tighter, dug her nails in a little deeper, pressed the soles of her feet to the mattress and countered her thrusts a little harder.
Carol suddenly feels almost crazed with the need to make Zosia utter a noise. A scream, a moan, a word. Anything. Desperation burns and shakes, vibrating from her core and seeping to her extremities like a drug infiltrating her bloodstream.
Her fingers dig so deeply into Zosia's hip that she's certain to leave bruises behind. She thrusts up into her, countering Zosia's downward movements on every stroke.
Sitting up, she jostles Zosia slightly, but it's not enough to disrupt her rhythm. Zosia is single-minded in her hunt for pleasure now.
She wants to pour her own moans into Zosia's mouth and have them echo back at her. Anything to know that she's real and she's experiencing this moment. Even if it's just a mirror. Even if she's alone in a cave and the voice she hears is her own reverberating off the walls. Anything to dull the cruel spike of loneliness that's impaled her and twisted deep into her gut over the past month.
Zosia is biting at her lip, tongue pressing into her mouth like she hopes to find something on the other side of Carol's teeth.
"Say my name," Carol begs against Zosia's mouth. It's barely there, a whispered exhale that's swallowed by Zosia's greedy tongue before it's even been uttered.
Carol thinks that she maybe hasn't heard the plea. That maybe that request has been lost deep in Zosia's lungs like the rest of her breathed moans. Swallowed, pilfered, imbued into this body above her like the thoughts and words of billions of others have been before her.
But then, Zosia's hands - strong, yet merciful, cup her cheeks. Carol can't open her eyes, just focuses on the heat of Zosia's breath, which floods over her lips and into her gaping mouth. She feels herself inhale in tandem with Zosia's exhales, sucking down lungfuls of Zosia's breath like she's chasing a high.
The heat of her, the taste of her, it's almost too much. Carol wants to consume her, be consumed by her.
"Carol," Zosia breathes finally.
Carol sucks the word into her chest, her inhale quavers with desperation and she moans against Zosia's mouth.
"Carol," Zosia repeats against her lips between fervent kisses, "Carol."
Carol moves her hand between Zosia's thighs. Between them both, it's so slippery and hot that she groans an obscene sound in the back of her throat, which Zosia eagerly chases with her tongue.
Zosia's breath stutters and she is distracted from their kiss when Carol finds her clit with two searching fingers.
Carol smiles in triumph and chases Zosia with her hand as their hips move faster against each other.
"C-," Zosia begins, before letting out a keening noise and scratching her fingers against Carol's scalp.
Carols fingers move faster against her, circling, as her other hand grasps at her hip, her side, her shoulder, her hair, in desperation.
"Come for me," she asks.
And Zosia complies.
Her body draws tight, spine arching as her mouth parts and her body shakes. Time moves slowly. She tries to say Carol's name again, whether out of desperation or out of duty, but it breaks into a gasp and a choked moan.
Zosia's body snaps forward as Carol continues to circle her clit and rock into her from below. Zosia's face finds the crook of Carol's neck as her body convulses once, twice, three times.
From her vantage point, Carol's gaze rests down the line of Zosia's spine. Skin glowing with sweat, puckered scars quivering over tensing muscles.
She decides to show her mercy and drags her soaked fingers to grip at Zosia's thigh instead, leaving wet trails against her flesh.
Zosia relaxes against her, breathing harshly against Carol's neck.
Carol coaxes Zosia to meet her eye with a gentle touch against her cheek.
What she sees breaks her down and sets her ablaze all over again.
She leans back again, laying down as she tugs at Zosia's shoulder and hip.
"Come here," Carol begs.
It takes Zosia half a second to catch up, and when she does she's moving up Carol's body in a fluid, effortless motion.
Zosia looks down at her from where she's perched above Carol's chest.
Her hair is disheveled, body gleaming with sweat, muscles still twitching from her orgasm.
Carol's never felt so hungry in her life.
She taps at the back of Zosia's thighs, encouraging her to shift forward the final few inches.
Zosia leaves a wet streak against Carol's chest, branding her with the physical manifestation of her pleasure.
"God," Carol groans as Zosia presses her knees to the bed beside Carol's face and slowly lowers herself to her waiting mouth.
Carol wastes no time. She splays one hand against Zosia's back, and the other traipses a firm path up and down Zosia's thigh as she presses her tongue firmly against her.
She tastes sweet and earthy. Warm. Addictive. The taste is different to what she's used to, but it's also familiar and grounding in a way that Carol can't quite explain.
Carol can feel Zosia's toes curl against her side when she sucks at her clit.
"Good?" She asks the question against Zosia's flesh.
Without letting up, Carol casts her gaze up the line of Zosia's body.
Her abs dip and flex with each pass of Carol's tongue. Her head is thrown back, teeth worrying at her lower lip as she clenches one hand in the pillow beside Carol's head. The other hand floats from where it had been palming her own breast to cup Carol's jaw.
Carol is enamoured by the way that Zosia's body can be drawn so tight, her other fist clawed into the pillow so fiercely that her knuckles are white, and yet she handles Carol with the utmost gentleness and care.
"Carol," Zosia sighs, "You are wonderful."
It's said with such earnesty, such rapture, that Carol feels her chest tighten.
Carol inhales a staccato breath against the flesh of Zosia's thigh before getting back to work.
Wetness floods her taste buds and smears across her mouth and chin.
She can tell that Zosia is close, that she hasn't even really had a chance to come down from her last few orgasms before she's been built back up to the precipice once again.
Zosia rolls against her mouth, gentle but insistent against Carol's tongue. Her hand still gently cups Carol's cheek, thumb brushing over her jaw rhythmically as the fingers tighten every so often into the hair at the nape of her neck.
"Carol," Zosia murmurs, breaking Carol out of her cuntdrunk stupor.
"Yes, baby?" she replies before she can stop herself. She makes tight circles around Zosia's clit with her tongue, working her up quickly and efficiently.
"Carol, we-" there's an edge of desperation in Zosia's voice now and she has to catch herself against the headboard as she doubles over when Carol finds just the right spot.
"Carol," Zosia's thighs clench tightly around Carol's head and she trembles above her, "Carol, we very much would like," a gasp, "to please you."
Carol moans an affirmative-adjacent sound against her, fingers of her right hand now exploring Zosia's soaked opening.
She presses inside, fingers working her inner wall as she sucks at Zosia's clit and works it eagerly with her tongue.
Suddenly, Zosia is lifting away from Carol's mouth and Carol is chasing her taste in earnest.
Zosia's grip has gone tight against Carol's cheek, and she can feel the sharp bite of nails curling around her jawbone.
They watch each other for a few long moments, both breathing heavy breaths into the space between them.
Carol's confused for a moment. She leans up slightly, flinching at the unforgiving squeeze of Zosia's hand on her face, "Zosia, this is pleasing me. Very much."
Zosia looks wild, almost like a cornered animal. Which is funny given that she has Carol pinned to the bed and both looks and feels, like she's about to rip her face off.
Carol presses a soothing touch to Zosia's hand and tugs at her thigh, urging her to relinquish her vicious grip and soften against her.
Zosia looks mildly aggrieved as she lowers back down, body flushed warm and twitching,"No," she sighs, almost upset, it makes Carol pause again. "We were about to come. We couldn't-"
"Jesus fucking Christ," Carol mutters before meeting her eye pointedly, "Come. You don't need my permission this time."
Zosia is silent for a long moment as she uses the pads of her fingers to soothe the nail marks indented against Carol's jawbone
"Do you think I'm giving myself lockjaw because I don't want you to come?" Carol asks, "You'd hurt my feelings if you didn't."
Carol smiles up at Zosia softly, almost with a fondness that she doesn't quite remember allowing herself to feel.
"Come on my face," Carol says, her words are sticky and sweet, "Please?"
Zosia actually laughs, her face splitting in half as she grins down at Carol between her thighs.
The laughter is lost to a shattered gasp when Carol wraps one arm around Zosia's lower back and pulls her back to her mouth with a strength that she doesn't think Zosia was expecting.
There's something about surprising Zosia that Carol can't get enough of. Flapping the unflappable.
Zosia knows everything in the entire world, except for what Carol is about to do next. The thought rushes to her head like a tidal wave. Flooding, all consuming, suffocating.
Carol presses her fingers back inside of Zosia's wetness, probing until she finds the spot that makes Zosia squeeze Carol's ears so tightly with her thighs that she sees stars.
Carol is struggling to breathe around the warm press of Zosia's flesh against her face. She moans against her, tongue lapping at her own fingers where they curl; knuckle-deep, soaked, merciless.
Zosia's rolling against her face now, gasping out staccato breaths that Carol wishes she could taste.
And Zosia is beautiful from this angle.
When she comes, it's like a seismic shock has torn through her body. She convulses, almost cracking in half at the hip when she tumbles forward.
Carol doesn't think that Zosia has any control of her body when she jerks her hips backwards toward Carol's neck and away from her searching tongue.
Carol continues to chase her with her hand as Zosia's body twitches both toward and away from her persistence.
Shrouded in a curtain of Zosia's hair, Carol presses a chaste kiss to her jaw and nips at the skin there as Zosia gasps and chokes out husky, destroyed moans. Carol helps her slide back further so that they're laying chest to chest.
Zosia, sprawled across Carol's body, still hot and twitching, breathes deeply against her collarbone as she comes down from her high.
Carol brushes Zosia's hair away from her face and trails a gentle fingertip down her cheek, over her jaw and along her shoulder.
She's human, she's real. Carol tells herself.