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Sol wonders if Zaria can feel her heart pounding. She wouldn’t be surprised, with how closely they’re pressed together, chest to chest as Sol straddles Zaria on her bed. She feels like a live wire, stripped raw and charged with something visceral and electric. Her emotions have been at an all-time high since she walked into Zaria’s apartment with the intention of finding out why the hell she felt the need to play chicken with Tatum Paxley and a goddamn chainsaw.
She wasn’t expecting what happened after; Zaria, in tears, begging Sol to see her, to see how she was hurting, to see how Sol hurt her. And Sol did hurt her, so many times. She doesn’t know how Zaria could bear to look at her, how she can bear to touch Sol the way she is, all heated devotion and unyielding hunger. Her grip is hard enough to bruise, and Sol hopes it will, hopes she comes away from tonight with fingerprint bruises over her hips.
Anything, Sol promised her.
And still, Zaria chose her.
She could weep from it, the relief, the joy, the love. Part of her thinks she still might.
”Sol.” Zaria murmurs against her lips, “You’re shaking.”
Sol pulls away as she realizes that, yes, her hands are trembling- her whole body is trembling, almost vibrating from the force of it all.
”Sorry.” She smiles sheepishly.
”We don’t have to do anything.” Zaria says, hands turning gentle, fingers tracing soothing circles into her skin, “I know that we talked about me…”
She trails off, biting her lip as her cheeks turn pink.
”Taking me?” Sol finishes for her, delighting as the color in Zaria’s cheeks darkens as she nods, “I still want that, more than anything right now, if I’m being honest. It’s just… a lot.”
”I get it.” Zaria presses a kiss into her collarbone, “It’s a lot for me too.”
”But in a good way?”
”In a very, very good way.”
Sol bites at her lip to keep the grin from her face.
”But,” Zaria continues, “That doesn’t mean we have to do anything. We can just talk.”
Every nerve in Sol’s body protests at the idea of just talking after everything that happened tonight, but she forces herself not to push Zaria onto her back and take matters into her own hands.
”Do you just want to talk?” Sol checks in, “It’s okay if you do.”
”No.” Zaria says immediately, “I don’t just want to talk.”
”Then let’s not just talk.” Sol says, leaning in close again.
”Are you sure? Because if you’re not-“
Sol, deciding that Zaria could use a bit more than a gentle push, takes her hand and guides it beneath the waistband of her shorts. Zaria sucks in a sharp inhale, but allows her hand to slip lower, seeking out the apex of her thighs and finding the damp seam of her panties.
”Sol.” Zaria’s voice is tight, almost choked as she traces a line up and down over the fabric.
”You feel that, Z?” Sol asks, voice going breathy when Zaria adds a bit more pressure, “That’s how bad I need you.”
Zaria growls out something, but it’s lost between them as she crushes Sol’s lips to hers, eliciting a soft whine from the back of Sol’s throat. Being kissed by Zaria feels like being consumed, like being swallowed up by the fire blazing inside them until there’s nothing left but pure desire. When they finally part, they’re both breathing hard, panting to catch their breaths.
Sol doesn’t get much of a reprieve, however, because Zaria’s fingers move to draw circles over her clit, creating delicious friction over the fabric of her underwear. Sol almost chokes on the air in her lungs as the sparks of pleasure come without warning.
”You’re sensitive.” Zaria hums, sounding far too pleased with herself.
”Been a while.” Sol admits, trying not to squirm as Zaria increases the pace of her ministrations.
”Even alone?”
Sol’s cheeks heat with embarrassment as she averts her gaze, Zaria’s lightning-strike eyes suddenly too piercing.
”Not as often. It didn’t feel right to think about you like that.”
The hand not under her shorts takes her chin gently, guiding her head until she meets Zaria’s gaze again. Her eyes are sea-trench dark, almost boiling with desire.
”You thought about me?”
”I couldn’t help it.” Sol’s voice goes quiet as soft noises of pleasure slip out between the words, “Didn’t want anyone but you, Z.”
”Jesus, Sol.” Zaria pulls her in for another kiss as she pulls Sol’s panties to the side and finally puts flesh to flesh. Sol lets out a soft, desperate mewl as Zaria’s calloused fingers drag perfectly over the bundle of nerves at her apex.
Sol’s hands instinctively grab for Zaria’s shoulders, eliciting a sharp hiss from the other woman as the motions of her hands falter.
”Shit.” Sol pulls back immediately, releasing Zaria and searching her face for signs of pain, “I’m sorry, Z. Are you okay?”
”I’m good. Just surprised me, that’s all.” Zaria promises, resuming her circles over Sol’s clit to prove it, and far be it from Sol to doubt Zaria’s word when she’s making Sol feel so damn good.
”Okay,” She nods, “But if you need to stop, just-“
”I appreciate the concern, Sunshine.” Zaria interrupts, leaning forward to trail kisses down the column of Sol’s neck, “Really, I do, but if I don’t get you naked in the next twenty seconds, I’m gonna go crazy.”
Sol shivers at Zaria’s demanding tone. When she told the other woman to take what she wanted, she hadn’t anticipated having such a visceral reaction to Zaria’s sudden boldness. Now, though, Sol feels herself clench around nothing at the gravel in Zaria’s tone, voice low and deep and wanting.
”Do it.” Sol says, almost begs, “Do whatever you want.”
Zaria pulls her hand from Sol’s shorts, and she almost whines at the loss, until Zaria’s hand, still wet from Sol’s slickness, drags up her body to pull at her shirt. Sol obediently lifts her arms, allowing Zaria to pull the offending fabric over her head and toss it somewhere in the room. Her bra is next, simple cloth coming unclasped under Zaria’s hands and discarded.
”Fuck.” Zaria pushes out with feeling, eyes raking over Sol’s exposed breasts. Sol doesn’t know whether she wants to preen or hide under Zaria’s attention, so intense and unflinching she feels it like a physical caress. Despite her nerves, Sol stands her ground, letting Zaria look her fill- though that doesn’t stop goosebumps from breaking out over her skin.
After a few moments, Zaria leans forward, and Sol is surprised when, instead of seeking out dusky nipples pebbled from the cool air and eager for attention, she presses a soft, almost chaste kiss in the valley between Sol’s breasts. The kiss is warm and lingering and more than a little reverent, and the unexpected tenderness of it makes Sol’s eyes sting with tears.
She pushes them down, though, determined not to let anything derail Zaria from touching Sol everywhere she wants. If she starts to cry, Zaria will pull back with those soft, concerned eyes that Sol loves so dearly. She’ll ask if Sol needs to stop, will gentle her hands and take her lips from Sol’s skin, and Sol cannot allow that.
So, she doesn’t let the tears fall, simply guides Zaria’s head to her nipple, giving her permission without words. Zaria takes Sol’s breast in her mouth, laving her tongue over the peak slowly.
”You taste good.” Zaria husks, voice so quiet and muffled against Sol’s skin that she almost doesn’t hear it. She does, though, and her cheeks heat.
”Shut up.” She can’t help but huff as self-consciousness takes a small bite out of her nerve, “I rushed over here. Forgot to shower.”
”Good.” Zaria sucks lightly at Sol’s nipple, eliciting a pulse of pleasure that goes straight to Sol’s neglected pussy, “Just means all I taste is you.”
”You’re so weird.” Sol chuckles, but her tone is all fondness, all desire, all love. She knew this about Zaria, deep down, especially after tonight- that Zaria cares for Sol, cares so deeply that she welcomes every part of her, even the unpleasant, even the facets that other partners would shy away from.
Sol always knew she was made for Zaria- she just didn’t know that Zaria thought of herself the same way.
”You have no idea.” Zaria glances up at Sol with a smirk that would make her weak at the knees if most of her weight weren’t already resting in Zaria’s lap. She rasps her teeth over Sol’s nipple, and Sol hisses at the sudden shock of sensation.
Zaria flips them, laying Sol down on the bed with an almost agonizing gentleness, eyes deep pools of devotion. Has anyone ever treated her so sweetly? So softly?
All this time… How did I miss it?
Sol knows how, in honesty. She loves Zaria, loves her so deeply it terrified her, because she never thought Zaria could feel the same. She distanced herself, half intentionally and half not. She had opportunities and needed to take them, but she made the mistake of pretending they were all that mattered, of pushing Zaria from her mind at every opportunity because she thought she had to in order to survive the eventual fallout.
And yet Zaria, so loyal, so unwavering in her affection, stood by her. Even when Sol lashed out, when she held resentment- as fleeting as it was- in her heart instead of the burning love it was meant for, Zaria stood by her, drove herself into the ground, broke her own body in service of Sol’s blind ambition, then let Sol break it again.
There aren’t enough words to properly express her regret.
And yet, Zaria forgave her anyway. And yet, Zaria is here, touching her, loving her.
”Tell me again that you want this, Sunshine.” Zaria murmurs, cradling Sol’s cheek in her hand, “One more time, just one more.”
”I want this Zaria.” Sol says without hesitation, without doubt, “I want you- hell, I need you. Need you to take me, take whatever you want.”
Zaria grins, hungry and predatory.
”Good girl.”
”Jesus, Z.” Sol huffs, hoping the glitter on her cheeks hides her blush. The praise goes right to her core, hitting harder than expected. Like any high achiever, she appreciates praise, but coming from Zaria, it lands like a gut punch.
”You know what I want?” Zaria asks, leaning in close to nudge her nose against Sol’s, lips a mere breath apart.
”Tell me.” Sol replies, daring to bring her hands up to Zaria’s back, slipping under her shirt and dragging her nails over the grooves of muscle lightly. She feels Zaria shiver at the sensation, and it sends a heady rush through her veins.
“I want my mouth on your cunt.”
Sol’s legs wrap around Zaria on instinct, hips canting up to press herself flush against Zaria’s pelvis at the unexpected heat her words spark in Sol’s core.
”You want that too, huh?” Zaria hums, and Sol doesn’t need to look to know that she’s smirking like an asshole.
That mental image should not be as hot as it is.
Sol can’t bring herself to respond to the question, simply nodding.
Zaria leans back, hands going to Sol’s ankles to unwrap them from her waist enough to peel her shorts and underwear down her legs. Zaria tosses them aside, not taking her eyes off the apex of Sol’s thighs as she guides them apart. She urges them wider, wider, until Sol is spread open beneath her.
”God, Sol.” Zaria’s hand comes to rest on the inside of Sol’s thigh, squeezing lightly when the muscles jump under her touch. She stares at Sol’s pussy with hooded eyes, and her next words come out choked, like she’s the one being touched, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The words are so raw, so honest, that Sol bites hard at her lip to keep her breath from stuttering in her throat. She knows that she’s beautiful- people have been telling her so for most of her life- but Zaria says it like she could have the entire universe laid out for her, and she would still choose to look only at Sol.
And maybe she would, because Sol feels the same for her. All the wonders of the world, and Sol would let them all turn to dust if it meant seeing Zaria’s crystal eyes for even a minute longer.
“Zaria,” Sol whispers, “Please.”
Zaria’s eyes lock onto hers, and Sol has to smile at the eagerness there, the excitement buried beneath the dominance and dark hunger.
Zaria shuffles down, lifts Sol’s legs to settle on her shoulders, and licks a long, rough stripe through Sol’s folds.
Sol cries out, the sensation consuming her after so long being keyed up without release. Zaria doesn’t waste time, doesn’t test or tease. She devours Sol, sucking her clit into her mouth and dragging her tongue over the sensitive nerves in quick swipes.
”Shit.” Sol pants, hips bucking, caught halfway between chasing Zaria’s mouth for more and pulling away before ‘more than enough’ veers into ‘too much.’
Zaria doesn’t allow for distance, however, gripping Sol’s hips hard and keeping Sol’s core pressed against her mouth. She releases Sol’s clit, tongue gliding down to dip into her entrance, pushing as deep as she can get and giving a loud moan that Sol can feel down to her toes. She lets out a soft cry, hands flying to Zaria’s hair and latching on, needing something to ground herself before she shatters entirely.
“Like I said.” Zaria growls between licks, “You taste so fucking good.”
Zaria scrapes her teeth over Sol’s outer lips, eliciting a hiss at the slight sting, then trails a path up Sol’s pussy, dragging the tip of her tongue hard along the underside of her clit.
Tears threaten to fall once more, but these have a different source entirely. The pleasure is overwhelming, and Sol thinks she’s finally starting to realize what Zaria’s selfishness looks like- not that Sol is about to complain, especially if that selfishness is about to cause an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm.
“Z.” Sol mewls, squirming as Zaria wraps her lips around Sol’s clit and hums. The vibrations finally send her over the edge, and she cries out as she peaks, pleasure crashing down on her like a barrel wave that finally broke. It consumes her from all sides, every nerve firing in overdrive, her only anchor points the soft waves of red hair clutched between her fingers and Zaria’s hands squeezing hard at her hips.
She doesn’t know how long it lasts, only that she comes back to earth slowly with the feeling of Zaria lapping at her gently as she eases Sol through the aftershocks.
”Oh. My. God.” Sol pants out, voice hoarse and rough. How loud was she moaning?
Then, Zaria is hovering over her, eyes betraying a mix of concern and satisfaction. She cups Sol’s cheeks, thumb tracing under her eye and coming away wet, and Sol realizes that the tears she was holding back must have fallen.
”Okay?” Zaria asks, pressing a kiss to Sol’s forehead.
”I want to slap myself.”
”Um,” Zaria blinks, clearly taken off guard by Sol’s declaration, “Why?”
”Because,” Sol huffs, “We could have been doing this for months, and I was too much of an ass to be honest about my feelings.”
”I mean,” Zaria smiles, and Sol doesn’t think even the light of a blazing star could rival its brilliance, “I wasn’t exactly screaming it from the rooftops.”
”I should have seen it.” Sol argues, guilt leaking into her tone, “I fucked up your shoulder, and you aren’t even holding it against me.”
Her hand comes up to settle lightly on Zaria’s shoulder, careful not to aggravate it. If she could take the pain, if she could relieve Zaria of the burden that Sol caused, that Sol pushed her to take on to protect her own title, she would do it in a heartbeat.
And Zaria, so wonderful, so selfless, would fight tooth and nail to take it back.
”Hey.” Zaria’s smile turns soft as she takes Sol’s hand in her own and brings it to her lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, “It was worth it. If I could go back and do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
As sweet as the words are, they leave a bitter sting in Sol’s chest.
”We seriously need to have a talk about your self-worth.”
”Probably.” Zaria agrees with a self-deprecating smile that quickly morphs into a hungry grin, “But not while I have you naked in my bed.”
”I don’t know if you noticed, Z, but I already came.” Sol laughs.
”Yeah, once.” Zaria hums, “I wanna get one more out of you.”
”I don’t know if I can survive another like that.”
”I think you’ll manage.” Zaria’s grin drops, expression turning serious, “Obviously, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you’re really done, we can just clean ourselves up and cuddle.”
Sol takes a moment to think. She’s a little tired, she’s sensitive from her orgasm, and she thinks she might black out if Zaria makes her come that hard again.
Yeah, Sol decides, Totally worth it.
”I said I’m yours, Z.” Sol murmurs, making a show of stretching her arms over her head and leaving herself entirely exposed and at the other woman’s mercy, “Do with me what you will. I want it.”
Zaria surges down, capturing Sol’s lips in another mind-numbing kiss that reignites the heat in her core and sends a sharp pulse of desire through her chest.
Then, as quickly as the kiss came, it ends, and Sol opens her eyes to find Zaria getting up to root through the drawer of her dresser.
”Z?”
“You want me to take what I want?”
Sol bites at her lip.
”Yes,” She breathes, “Yes. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Zaria turns, and Sol’s pulse quickens at the sight of black leather and red silicone.
”Then I want your pleasure. Let me take it. Let me take you.”
Sol thinks her heart might skip a beat, the smoldering embers in Zaria’s eyes threatening to burn. Seeing the curve of the silicone, the length and thickness of it, Sol suddenly feels unbearably empty. She lets her legs part wider, holds out a hand in invitation.
”I’m yours, Z.” Sol says softly, “C’mere and take me.”
Zaria walks over, sets the harness on the bed. She takes Sol’s hand and turns her palm up, pressing a kiss to her skin. Zaria climbs up on the mattress and leans down to press her lips against Sol’s, but Sol stops her with a hand against her chest. Immediately, Zaria pauses, looking at Sol questioningly.
”Can I ask one thing?”
”Of course.” Zaria replies, “Anything.”
”I want to see you.” Sol lets her gaze wanders over Zaria’s body- what she can see of it with Zaria still in her sweatpants and t-shirt, “All of you.”
Zaria swallows hard and bites at her lip, but nods.
”Okay, yeah. I can do that.”
She rises from the bed and pulls her shirt off over her head, letting it drop before she unclasps the bra she wears underneath. That, too, is discarded, allowing Sol to finally see the curves that she has on more than one occasion failed at ignoring in the locker room. She’s seen flashes, of course, but she’s never had the chance to simply stare. Zaria is breathtaking in every form, but like this, breasts bared and soft stomach on display with her sweatpants sitting low on her hips, Sol thinks her mouth might be watering.
”Pants too?” Sol requests, leaving the option of refusal on the table. She wants to see everything so badly it’s almost painful, but tonight is about Zaria.
Sol must have some good karma saved up, however, because Zaria smirks as she hooks her thumbs over the waistband of her sweatpants and tugs them down along with her underwear. Sol is suddenly quite grateful for the amount of cardio she does on a weekly basis, because she thinks her heart is in danger of stopping at the sight of Zaria’s strong legs, absent of the fishnets and leather garters she dons for the ring. Sol’s eyes follow the path of the firm muscle, coming to rest at the apex of her thighs, where a small thatch of dark, well-trimmed hair rests over her mound.
Who is Sol, to get to see her like this? What has she done to deserve someone like Zaria?
She won’t follow that train of thought. Despite her best efforts, Sol is still selfish, and she’ll take everything Zaria wants to give her without hesitation. No, she probably doesn’t deserve Zaria, doesn’t deserve her loyalty and love, but Sol will take it anyway. How can she not, when Zaria offers it so readily?
“Z, I-“ Sol’s voice cracks, “I don’t have the words to tell you how beautiful you are.”
Zaria gives a soft, pleased smile, shoulders losing a subtle tension.
”I think you just did.”
Sol reaches out again, and Zaria takes her hand to join her back on the bed.
”My best friend. My partner. My-“ Sol falters, then steels her nerves. Zaria deserves nothing but honesty, after being neglected for so long, after Sol hurt her the way she did, “My love.”
Zaria freezes, eyes wide.
”You don’t have to say it back.” Sol assures her despite the nerves bubbling in her stomach, “I just want you to know.”
”Sol.” Zaria’s eyelashes flutter, moisture starting to collect along the roots, and she’s back in motion, holding Sol close, gaze unwavering and sincere, “My love. My everything.”
Sol can’t hold back the soft sob that Zaria’s words elicit as she presses quick, frantic kisses to Zaria’s lips, her cheeks, her forehead, everywhere she can reach, and Zaria holds her through the flood of emotion, carding her fingers through Sol’s hair and scratching lightly over her scalp. Sol sinks into the feeling, the press of her lips slowing, turning lingering as she finally lets the affection that’s been kept at bay for months spill over. It’s a release of a different kind, Sol bursting at the seams and Zaria carefully stitching her back together with gentle hands and open heart.
“I love you.” She whispers against Zaria’s lips.
”I love you.” Zaria replies. Her hands glide down Sol’s back and over her ribs, tracing the grooves until they come to rest on her hips.
Zaria’s fingerprints are embers against her skin, and Sol can’t resist the urge to press her hands to Zaria’s skin, feeling the softness and heat radiating from her body. Zaria makes a soft hum at the back of her throat, lips pressing against Sol’s jaw and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Sol shivers as she’s reminded of the desire pulsing between her thighs, and she rocks her hips up against the firm muscle of Zaria’s thigh. Zaria pauses, and Sol can feel her smirk against the column of her throat.
”Yeah?” Zaria husks, pushing her thighs against Sol’s core and allowing her more friction.
Sol nods, capturing Zaria’s lips in one more kiss before the other woman gets up and grabs for the harness. She slides it up her legs and over her hips, securing it so the red silicone cock hangs heavy between the jut of her hipbones. Sol almost makes a quip about the color, but is far too distracted by the thought of how the toy will feel inside her. It’s a good length, though a bit thicker than she’s used to, but Sol has never been one to back down from a challenge.
“How do you want it, Sunshine?” Zaria asks, tightening one of the straps and checking the fit before nodding in satisfaction.
“However you want.” Sol replies, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Zaria as she comes closer, “Just wanna feel you.”
Something sparks in Zaria’s eyes- that same dark, predatory intent she sends her opponents in the ring, and Sol probably shouldn’t enjoy feeling like prey as much as she is.
”I told you that I love you.” Zaria says, coming to the edge of the bed and taking Sol’s ankle to gently run her thumb over the skin there, “Do you believe me?”
She looks up into Zaria’s eyes, so earnest and genuine that she swears the very sight of them makes the room brighter.
”I do.” Sol promises.
”Good.” Zaria hums, “Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard, it’s gonna feel like I don’t, but I promise you’re gonna feel so fucking good.”
Her hands find Sol’s hips and gently turn her over so she’s on her stomach, and the other woman sucks in a breath when strong hands find the globes of her ass and squeeze.
”If I do anything you don’t like, tell me. If you want to stop, tell me. Understand?”
”I understand.” Sol confirms, and is rewarded by Zaria’s fingers seeking out her folds, tracing a path to her clit and drawing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Sol can’t stop the whine from spilling from her lips as her hips twitch to try and chase the sensation.
”Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about this?” Zaria’s voice comes thick and bareback-rough, “You, like this, so wet and ready for me.”
Sol feels her hips being pulled up until she’s on her knees, and she puts her hands out to support her weight.
”There we go.” Zaria hums, nudging Sol’s legs wider until she can fit the toy between her thighs and slide it along her folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it over the silicone, “Might be a tight fit.”
”Don’t stop.” Sol huffs out, jolting when the toy bumps her clit, “I can take it.”
”Yeah,” Zaria says almost idly, slowly pushing a finger into Sol’s pussy and pumping, getting a feel for her, “I think you can.”
A second finger joins the first, then a third as Zaria prepares Sol for the toy. She thrusts and curls her fingers, brushing against where her nerves are most concentrated once or twice before pulling out. Sol almost objects to the loss, then feels the head of the toy pressing against her.
Zaria’s hands return to her hips, gripping hard to keep her still as she works the silicone inside of her. Zaria was right- it’s thick, and Zaria has to go slowly, pulling back a few times before pushing back in. It threatens to drive Sol mad, every inch presented and withdrawn pushing her closer to a peak that still remains far out of reach. Eventually, Zaria’s hips meet the flesh of Sol’s ass, and Sol lets out a breath at knowing that Zaria is seated fully inside her.
Then, she starts to move. Slow, gentle rocks of her hips as she gets Sol used to the feeling of fullness stretching her walls. Sol lets out noises she would be embarrassed of, if she were with anyone but Zaria- desperate little mewls and moans as she wordlessly begs for more.
“Talk to me, Sunshine.” Zaria says, “Tell me how it feels.”
”God, Z,” Sol lets out, and it’s almost a sob, “Feels so good, so full.”
”Good.” Zaria husks, “It’s gonna feel even better real soon.”
Her movements speed up slightly, thrusts becoming less gentle, more demanding, sending sparks along Sol’s sensitive nerves and making her walls flutter. She cries out at one particularly hard thrust, eliciting a pleased groan from Zaria.
“Fuck.” She says, voice caught halfway between commanding and awestruck, “Arch your back.”
Sol follows her orders, canting her hips back and causing the thick silicone to slide impossibly deeper inside her. She shudders as it drags against her sensitive walls, but keeps the curve of her spine until Zaria’s hand presses against the small of her back, guiding her chest to press into the bed while her hips stay up.
“There we go.” She praises, “Good girl. God, you look so fucking beautiful like this.”
Sol’s pussy clenches around the cock, a thrill running down her spine as she shivers.
“Deep breaths, Sunshine.” Zaria says, voice dripping with filthy promise as she runs her fingers through Sol’s hair with a deceptive gentleness, “Scream if you need to.”
Sol barely has time to brace herself before Zaria pulls most of the way out, then fully sheathes the cock inside of her in one deep, hard thrust. She gasps, hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as Zaria pulls out, then thrusts home once more. She sets a steady, punishing rhythm, each movement powered by her seemingly bottomless well of strength and stamina.
Sol’s gasps quickly turn into moans, especially when Zaria adjusts her hips, seeking out a better angle. When she finds it, when the toy starts dragging against the softest part of her walls, she lets out a squeak of surprise.
“That’s it, Sunshine.” Zaria pants, “Just let go and feel it. Gonna go harder, okay? Wanna hear you make that sound again.”
Sol wants to speak, wants to egg her on, ask for more, say how much she loves it, how much she loves Zaria, but the words won’t come, can’t get past the moans and cries and whimpers as Zaria increases the pace, doubles the power, and wraps her hand around the back of Sol’s neck to gain more leverage.
Sol can feel her legs start to shake, an unbearable, maddening tension drawing tight in her core, begging for release.
”C’mon, Sunshine,” Zaria urges, squeezing Sol’s hips, “Give it to me, baby. I want it, wanna take it, but you gotta give it to me. Do it, angel, break for me.”
A few more thrusts, the hand on the back of her neck squeezing, and Sol is shattering in Zaria’s hold, coming apart around the silicone cock while Zaria hammers into her. She buries her head in the sheets, letting out a broken, ragged scream as pleasure, white-hot and blinding, scalds every nerve and synapse in her body. It’s like dying and being reborn, being damned and redeemed all at once, because Zaria is there, holding her, slowing her movements and easing Sol back down to earth from her brief stint in paradise.
”That’s it.” Zaria’s voice filters in slowly as Sol’s senses return to her, and she realizes that she’s been eased onto her side, wrapped in Zaria’s strong arms with the toy still inside her. The fullness is comforting, and the feeling of Zaria’s skin on her own is like a balm calming her nerves in the aftershocks, “There you go. Perfect, so perfect. My beautiful, perfect girl.”
Sol lets out a soft noise, more a hum than anything else, and squeezes Zaria’s forearm, just to let her know that Sol is lucid again.
”There you are.” Zaria smiles down at her, brushing a few errant strands of hair out of Sol’s face and tucking them behind her ear, “That was incredible.”
”Pretty sure I should be telling you that.” Sol chuckles, scooting closer despite the way it causes the toy to drag against her sensitive nerves. Her back is flush against Zaria’s chest, the other woman tracing patterns over her skin with a feather light touch.
”Thank you for letting me do that.” Zaria says, “For trusting me enough to do that.”
”No thanks necessary.” Sol argues, “Believe me, it was my pleasure.”
”I’m glad you think so, because we’re not quite done yet.”
”Zaria.” Sol says warningly, but there’s no heat to it.
”I’ll be gentle.” Zaria hurries to defend herself, “I just… wanna see your face this time, when it happens.”
And how can Sol say no? How can she refuse Zaria when she’s saying such sweet things? How can she deny the feelings thrumming under her skin, this desire for more, as much as Zaria wants to give her. Sol thinks that, even aching, even weak, her body will still welcome Zaria home without complaint.
”Okay,” Sol hums with a small smile, “But this is the last one- I mean it. After this, we clean up and cuddle.”
”Yes, Ma’am.” Zaria teases, but quickly sobers, “I’ll make it easier on you. Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
”Yeah,” Sol agrees, “I will.”
Zaria pulls back, going slow so the drag of the silicone over her walls isn’t too sudden, and turns Sol onto her back.
”Ready?” She asks, pushing Sol’s legs apart and positioning the toy at her entrance.
Sol takes a deep breath, nods.
Zaria pushes in slow, pausing every few seconds to press sweet kisses to Sol’s lips and cheeks.
”You’re doing so good, Sunshine.” She praises, “Almost there.”
The words send another sharp pulse of desire through her, and Sol should probably be at least a little embarrassed at how Zaria’s praise is affecting her, but she needs this, needs the confirmation that she’s doing a good job, that she’s making Zaria happy when she’s failed to do so for so many months.
When the last inch of the toy slides inside her, when Zaria’s hips are flush against Sol’s own, she looks up at Zaria with tear-glossed eyes.
”Z, I…” She bites at her lip, reaching for Zaria’s hand and lacing their fingers together.
”I know, Sol. Me too.”
It’s so much, almost too much, but Sol lets it all wash over her- the pleasure, the care, the love.
”I love you.” She whispers, and Zaria starts to move, slow and cautious.
”Love you too, Sunshine. Love you so much it’s like I was made for it, like I was made for you.”
”You were, Zaria.” Sol lifts her hips as much as she can, assisting Zaria with the glide, letting her get deeper, “Just like I was made for you. You’re so perfect. You’ve always stood by me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
”You always deserved it.” Zaria argues, then bites hard at the inside of her cheek as she keeps up her deep, controlled movements, never speeding up, keeping the slow pace and letting Sol feel every inch of the delicious drag, “I could never leave you. Even if I could, I’d rather die.”
”I know.” Sol confesses, “I knew that, and I took you for granted. Never again, you hear me? I’m gonna spend every day from here on out proving how much you mean to me.”
”You don’t need to prove anything, Sol.” Zaria angles her hips so Sol’s clit grinds against Zaria’s pelvis each time she bottoms out, and Sol lets out a soft whimper, “I love you, and you love me- that’s enough.”
”I do love you, Z. Shit, you’re being so good to me, making me feel so good.”
Zaria shudders above her, and Sol is gratified to know that she’s not the only one that appreciates praise. She feels the familiar knot in her core, the live wire of pleasure growing taut, ready to snap.
”I’m close, Z.”
”Don’t fight it, angel.” Zaria pants out, keeping her pace, keeping her angle with steel-clad discipline, “Take your time. Just let go when it feels right. I’ll be right here. Not going anywhere.”
Sol bites down on a whine, squeezing their intertwined hands and bringing her unoccupied hand to cradle Zaria’s cheek. She can feel the tears trickling down her cheeks, and she sees trails of moisture on Zaria’s tanned skin gleaming in the light.
What a pair they make, what a perfect match, two souls connected so deeply that to be without Zaria would leave Sol carved open and hollow.
A codependency? Perhaps.
A beautiful necessity? Certainly.
Zaria’s hips twitch up just a bit hard, just once, and that’s all it takes to tip Sol over the edge one final time. This peak isn’t the crushing wave or the consuming fire. No, this climax is gentle, kind, warm. Heavy without crushing, heat without burning. It isn’t too much or too little, not painful or numbing.
It is sweet, it is perfect, and it is Zaria.
Her sapphire eyes are wide as she takes in Sol’s every expression, devotion and awe swimming freely in her irises, and Sol is humbled anew. Sol is no goddess, but- as of tonight- she thinks she knows what it is to be worshipped. She hopes Zaria knows that Sol worships her the same.
“Wow.” Is the only word she can push out, lips curling into a dopey grin as the pleasure fades into a soft hum under her skin. She’ll crash, eventually, come down from the adrenaline and endorphins and more than likely pass out. For now, though, she’ll linger in it, this wonderful moment, surrounded by Zaria, her feel, her scent, her love.
”Good?”
Sol, despite her exhaustion, leans up and gives Zaria a soft, lingering kiss.
”Amazing.”
Zaria smiles, lifting the hand not tangled with Sol’s to carefully wipe the tears from her cheeks. Sol relishes the touch, sighing as Zaria’s hands soothe her overheated skin.
”We should get you cleaned up.” She says quietly.
”Later.” Sol pouts, “Cuddles first.”
”You’ll fall asleep.”
”Worth it.” Zaria squints down at her, then sighs in defeat, pulling out and working the harness off. She lets it fall to the floor and, at Sol’s disapproving look, shrugs.
“I’ll clean it later.”
”Fine.” Sol huffs, reaching out for Zaria and pulling her down until they lay facing each other.
Sol can’t tear her eyes away. Zaria is flushed, cheeks pink from exertion, lips swollen from kisses, and pupils blown with the aftermath of their joining.
”Hey,” She says, “I love you.”
Zaria smiles, wide and brilliant, and it takes Sol’s breath away.
”I love you too.”
Sol wiggles closer, until she can rest her head on Zaria’s chest and wrap her arms around her waist. Zaria’s arms come up, mimicking Sol until they’re intertwined.
Yes, they should really clean up, maybe hop in the shower if they can manage it, but Sol wants this time, this closeness, as she drifts off into sleep, and Zaria offers it so readily.
After all, Sol is selfish.
And how lucky is she to fall in love with someone that doesn’t mind it at all? How lucky is she to fall in love with someone who, even at their most selfish, can’t help but give?
I have failed you so many times, Sol laments as she watches Zaria try and fail to fight the call of sleep, And yet, you love me still.
Never again, Sol decides. Never again will she take Zaria for granted, never again will she push Zaria aside for titles and accolades, never again will she disregard Zaria’s feelings.
Yes, Sol is selfish, but for Zaria, she will try her hand at selflessness.
For Zaria, she will try her hand at anything.