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Vi smirks as she shoves Caitlyn backwards onto their bed, following the taller woman down onto the sheets and straddling her thighs.
“Fuck,” Cait gasps, looking up at her wife with wide, blown out eyes. From this angle Vi looks like a fucking goddess and when she takes charge like this… well Caitlyn’s already wet and willing for her.
Her hands move to take Vi by the hips but before they can make contact Vi has them both pinned above her head, nose to nose with her as she presses her down into the bedding.
“You’re mine tonight,” she growls and Caitlyn’s heart skips a beat in excitement, goosebumps rise on her bare arms and she nods in acceptance,
“Anything you want,” she whispers and Vi’s lips curl into a wolfish grin,
“Good girl,” Vi purrs and Caitlyn feels her arousal permeate her knickers, “all mine to play with.”
One strong hand keeps her hands above her head, keeping her wrists held together in an unbreakable, iron grip while the other pushes her lavender m vest up her body, exposing her toned midriff first before her heaving breasts, Vi drinking in every inch of her vulnerable body, making her feel nothing but desired by her wife.
Her vest is pushed above her head, still around her arms as Vi doesn’t let her go, Vi quickly removes her leggings and knickers and throws them on the floor behind her.
“Fucking hell Cupcake,” Vi breathes, “you’re soaking for me,” her eyes rake up and down her fully exposed body and all Caitlyn can do is whimper and nod in agreement as she leaks from her wife’s words, “you’re breathtaking,” she licks her lips and Caitlyn’s thighs press together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that’s already threatening to ruin her, “every inch of you is sheer perfection and I have you all to myself…”
She grins and Caitlyn feels a flush creep down from her cheeks into the valley of her breasts, “Where to begin…” Vi muses, pushing her thighs apart and caressing the damp insides, dragging them over her mound, careful not to touch her slit before she tickles her stomach.
“Violet, please…” Caitlyn gasps, her plea torn from her throat, her face and chest burning red as she knows Vi will use it to tease her,
“I’ve barely touched you babe,” her smile is mocking and fuck if that doesn’t turn Cait on impossibly more than she already is, “use your words, tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give you it, after all, good girls do get rewarded…”
Caitlyn feel her body burn, shame and arousal fighting inside of her, one half wanting to play the defiant brat, the other wanting to be the willing submissive yet all her inner conflict achieves is her normally smart and articulate mouth hanging uselessly open.
“If you don’t know what you want…” Vi’s voice is low, seductive and threatens to put Cait on life support if it continues to arouse her this much, “then I’ll tell you what I want…” she leans in and kisses Caitlyn who insanely and obediently kisses her back before nodding eagerly.
“I want to taste you…” she purrs and Caitlyn moans as she feels Vi’s phantom tongue swirl across her entrance, “not just once or twice,” her eyes flicker with lust and mischief, “oh no, your perfect body deserves more than that, I’m going to keep going until you lose control, until you’re begging me to stop, until your delightful cunt is swollen and overstimulated and your incredible mind can’t form a coherent thought,” she pauses and licks her lips, her own cunt throbbing as she realises Cait is hanging on every single word, “would you like that too?”
She nods, too turned on to trust her words, her arousal so potent it almost hurts as she watches Vi slide between her legs, a devilish grin on her lips as Caitlyn realises her vest is being used to secure her arms to the headboard, as if she needed something else contributing to her arousal.
She watches, wide eyed and helpless as Vi licks her lips before her tongue shoots out and licks up her cunt, everything going white as her back arches off the bed, sheets sticking to her sweaty skin as she shamefully comes undone instantly.
She doesn’t have time to be embarrassed, her body doesn’t have time to process her orgasm. Vi is already feasting, ravaging her, eating her out like she was the last scrap of food left in the city, drinking her arousal as though it was the only source of hydration in a desert.
She clenches her jaw as a second wave of ecstasy looms over her, ready to crash down and wash her away, she feels a deep guttural moan trap itself in her throat before swallowing it as her second climaxes ruins her.
“Violet!” She chokes out and Vi smirks up at her,
“Good girls don’t hide their noises, I want to hear you pretty thing, I want to hear your ruin.”
Caitlyn blushes and nods and Vi as straight back between her thighs and seconds later she’s coming again, her cry of pleasure loud and hoarse and the fog of arousal that seemed to have clouded her vision is gone, the sight of Vi drinking her fill mercilessly clear as mindless noises of pleasure and desperate, indecipherable pleas for her both to stop and keep going echo around the room.
Caitlyn has done this before, fucked herself to consecutive release, well to be precise she’s ordered another woman to lick her to consecutive climax while grinding on her face stopped at three. That was her limit, that was when the spiral of pressure deep in her belly snapped and her body relaxed in pure bliss. Right now Vi should be holding her in those strong arms, she should be kissing her and paying her compliments as she idly plays with her hair and tells her how much she loves her.
She whimpers, sore and overstimulated but true to her promise Vi keeps going and she’s building towards number four, “I’m coming,” she gasps flatly and unceremoniously as her body bucks sharply and all the breath is expelled from her.
Vi still doesn’t stop, number five approaching far too quickly and another wave of pleasure slams into her before the pain of overstimulation engulfs her. She screams, agony blazing between her legs but Vi flashes her a cruel smirk and fuck if that doesn’t set her off again, wondering what else Vi could do to her at this point to keep this up.
Fingers, Vi roughly shoves her fingers inside her and Caitlyn wonders what she’s vile sin done to deserve this punishment or what act of true benevolence she’s done to earn it.
She loses count of how many times Vi forces a climax she didn’t know she was capable out of her, not knowing if she loved or hated every single second of this unbelievably blissful torture.
She screams her throat raw, her body wildly dances atop the bed, feeling everything Vi is doing to her as she still finds pleasure to consume amidst near constant pain.
She feels Vi breath words into her skin, praise her body knows and responds to, words that normally bring tears to her eyes with how kind and soft they are but her mind cannot comprehend them, her brain too fucked out to understand how much love Vi was breathing into her body.
Vi’s tongue circles her clit and it hurts so much she could be convinced it was a knife. The small bud an angry, throbbing red and she feels tears sting her cheeks as she howls for Vi to stop, the pleasure sapped completely, nothing but pain left as another release leaves her, the small pang of pleasure the only thing that keeps her sane.
Her eyes open and she’s relieved that it’s over as Vi gently cups her chin and kisses her, caressing a tear track away from her cheekbone, “One more,” Vi breathes and Caitlyn sobs as rough fingers pinch her battered clit and she buries her face in Vi’s neck, “my good girl Cait, I know you can give me one last one.”
She shakes her head, her fingers clenching around nothing, wanting to wrap her arms around Vi and cling to her, “It’s too much,” she breathes, “please,” her hips jump and she doesn’t know how but she’s on the brink again, her body feeling as though it was combusted as every raw movement of Vi’s fingers in delicious agony, forcing her to choke out desperate sobs and noises into Vi’s skin.
She’s crying properly now, tears streaming down her face as she gasps and twists, her final orgasm ripped from her alongside a sharp intake of breath as her world seems to go white then black.
She stirs, moaning as soft lips press to her belly, her chest, her neck. She lays still, eyes closed and enjoying Vi’s tenderness, only betraying the fact she’s awake when her arms instinctively wrap around Vi.
“You were incredible,” Vi grins and Caitlyn feels anything but, she’s sore all over, everything aches and throbs but it’s worth it just to see the pride and love in Vi’s eyes.
“I love you,” she croaks, her voice hoarse and Vi stifles a laugh before laying atop her and rolling them over so she’s in her arms,
“I love you too,” Vi whispers and all Caitlyn can do is bury herself into her wife’s embrace and give in to sleep.