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PRESSING YOUR BODY AGAINST the cold counter, you chop up the vegetables to go in the salad. Humming to yourself while the song plays on your Bluetooth. Trying not to be so nervous, yet the prickly feeling of her stare never leaves. Her fragrance takes your mind on a journey as you think of her lips and calloused hands, full of years of hard work.
The food had been on the other side of the counter, ready to be eaten, covered with foil to keep it warm. Dana leaned against the island, sipping on the aged wine you got from a friend on your birthday. She swirls the taste around her mouth, slowly swallowing it as the ache in her body subsides.
Her mind is finally not running so fast, feeling comfort in your presence, even when the silence takes over.
You accidentally invited Dana over when she called to check on you. She had a habit of keeping tabs on you, trying to fool herself that it was out of courtesy.
Deep down, she knew better, sitting in her own grief every time she sees you. Your infectious smile and laughter, your intelligent mind she could pick at, the little things that made you, you.
Sometimes at work, she found herself thinking about what it would feel like, coming home from yet another long shift, only to see you sleeping peacefully in her bed. The guilt chewed at her every time, and it seems it will never stop.
She watched the way you moved, her eyes running down to your body, wanting to kiss your skin, ease the hidden pain you carried. Tonight, however, showed her a glimpse of your love.
Even accidents have a way of being beautiful; that's how she viewed this moment.
You sigh, moving side to side on the balls of your feet, the house slippers not doing much help after an hour of standing. “You okay there, hon?” Her accent is stronger from the alcohol; you don't look at her, but you nod.
Swallowing your saliva, “Yeah, just wanting to make sure everything is perfect.” You whisper, clearing your throat.
Dana grins from that, “Don’t worry about it, everything you do is perfect.” Taking another sip as the rim of the glass was covered with her lipstick. Her fingers itched to rest on your waist, keeping her lips occupied on the drink since it could not be on you.
Dana places the cup down, and at the same time, the porcelain plate you had been fixing, purposefully styling the food to look well-presented, falls onto the wooden floor.
Both of you jump from the loud crash, glass turning into many small pieces, some close to your feet.
Dana immediately pushes away from the island, coming over to you. She stands behind you, placing the cover on the pot that was on the counter. “You okay, hon?” She whispers, helping you move back, making sure you both do not step on glass.
You nod, “Shit, sorry about that, it just kinda slipped.” You mutter, Dana chuckles, “Happens to the best of us. Come, let's get you to the couch.”
Her tone is so understanding, it makes your knees weak, you let her bring you to the couch, her hands warm and somewhat soft. Sitting down on the couch now, Dana places a pillow behind you, fluffing it out.
You struggle to breathe from the closeness, her shirt hanging low with her necklace moving back and forth against your face. Her hung shirt shows you her black lacy bra and cleavage. While her perfume smelled much stronger, some of her hair fell on your skin, making you shiver.
Leaning back, Dana places her hands on her waist, smiling at you. “Better?”
You gulp and nod, “I've always been okay, Dana.” You let out, glancing at your feet, no trail of blood, no glass lodge in you. “I know,” Dana mutters, her eyes still on your face, hoping you'll look at her again.
Your brows furrow, catching what she says, looking at her. You clear your throat and look behind you to see the kitchen. “I should clean that up.” You express, mostly to yourself. Dana shakes her head, “I got it, you rest your feet, 'kay?” Tilting her head as you glance back at her.
You nod reluctantly, “Thank you.” Dana smiles, her right hand comes under your chin and rubs it before stepping away to the kitchen.
You shiver at her touch, leaning back on the couch as your finger ghosts under your chin. Her touch still lingering, you turn your head to her in the kitchen. Her brows pitched as the wrinkles on her forehead appeared, busy sweeping the mess up.
Letting out a sigh, trying not to enjoy the simple care she gives you. It's not wrong, you know she means well, yet your body still yearns more than the soft touches she gives you.
The thoughts that ran through your mind in the middle of the night as you touched yourself did not do enough anymore.
“I still appreciate the gesture; it was pretty sweet.” Her voice breaks you out of your thoughts. You shake your head and look up, Dana now in front of you, coming to sit beside you on the couch. You nod and fake a cough, watching the way she leans back, her head resting on your left shoulder as her fingers begin to caress it.
“Plus, there's still more food. Don't feel so down, okay?” Her hand on your shoulder slides down to your hand, squeezing it carefully. Your eyes now on her, you blink a couple of times.
A part of you wanted to give in, to turn your hand around and intertwine your fingers with hers, but you don't. Instead, you nod, silently thanking her. Dana isn't lost on your actions; her eyes catch when you look down at her hand, then back to her lips before directly looking at her eyes.
None of the movements you do gets lost in translation, she knows, and she hides the smile.
She likes it whenever her fingers find your body, you shiver, likes it whenever she gives you a command, you listen. Sweet, pretty eyes, she wonders what you have seen in this world.
“I should check your feet to make sure none of the glass got in them.” She murmurs, you blink a couple of times. “But I'm okay.” You let out, Dana hums. “Help me ease my mind, baby, can you do that for me?” Her voice rasps, and you take a moment before listening to her. You shifted your body so your back was pressing on the couch arm, you moved your legs up, and your feet lay on her lap now.
You keep your eyes on your feet, your breath hitches as you feel her cold hands pick up your left foot, checking it.
Her fingertips run over your toes and slowly down the middle of your foot. Your pussy pulsates, feeling as if your nipples could go hard by her fingers alone.
You swallow down the excess saliva arising in your mouth, “Found anything?” Your eyes flicker up to her, and Dana shakes her head. “None on this one.” Gently resting your foot back on her lap, she picks up the other one, checking again.
“Your skin is so soft.” She breathlessly mumbles, “Thank you.” Your voice comes off weaker than you want, but she hears you, loud and clear.
The two of you stare at each other, and her hands begin to knead your foot. Her thumbs push up against your skin, and the pressure on your skin makes you hold in your whimpers.
You lean your head back as you shift a little, your chest rising more as you breathe out heavily. “Has anyone told you, you're good with your hands?” Dana chuckles, “You're the first, hon.” Dana does not let up, making you feel her. You sigh and rest your arm over your face as her hands go to the other foot and move up to your ankle. Her thumb rubs it in circles slowly.
“Better?”
You hum, “Yeah.” You rasp out and sigh. “So much better.” You let out a slight whimper, feeling warm all over. Dana smirks and continues her touches; her hands run up to your calves, both hands on them, rubbing them up and down. “Tell me where it hurts, pretty girl.”
You whimper and look back at her, licking your bottom lip as you gulp. “Everywhere.” You whisper. Her eyes flicker down to your glistening lip and hum.
“Then let me take care of that, yeah? Is that okay with you?” Dana’s sultry voice makes you whimper again. You nod quickly and lay your head back again.
“Please.” You whine out gently, feeling like she has you under a spell.
Dana nods, her hands moving up to your thighs, her thumbs putting pressure in your skin. You sigh and nod, “Just like that.” You say breathlessly, as you look at Dana, keeping your eyes on her.
Leaning her face down to your thighs, you shiver, feeling her breath and lips ghosting over them as her hands roll up your pajamas further. Her lips gently press against your skin, testing to see if you're fine with that. Her eyes flicker up to you as her fingers ghost over her lipstick mark on you.
“Is that okay?”
Once you nod, Dana crept her fingers further up, the tips of her fingers resting at the side of your thighs. “You feel so hot, you sure you're okay, hon?”
You're incapable of saying yes, her words breaking you down just so she can piece you back together. That's all she ever wants, is to take care of you, to show you, she's the right person to support you.
“I do feel hot.” Dana nods, sliding her hands off your thighs and placing them over the hem of your pajamas. “Want these off?” She questions, you hum, “Yeah, please.” Watching her listen, you shiver once her hands slide the pajamas down, her eyes gleaming at the sight of your panties.
“You're so gorgeous, too gorgeous.” Dana lets out and tosses your pajamas on the ground.
Licking your lips, you rub your sweaty hands on your shirt. Understanding, it was now or never. “Can I kiss you?” Dana pauses her actions, and a smile creeps up on her face as she looks at you.
“You can do whatever you want, baby.”
Your throat goes dry from her words while you blink a couple of times. Shocked at her reaction, you then switch your body. You get on your knees and scoot closer to her. Dana now leans back on the pillows that are on the armrest.
Her right hand comes to rest on your spin, rubbing your skin through your shirt. Leaning her face closer to yours, you breathe out before pressing your lips on hers.
Shutting your eyes, you feel the smoothness of her lipstick transfer to your lips as her hand moves over to your ribcage. A whimper leaves your lips as Dana moves you over to her lap. Your hand rests on her neck while your thumb rubs up and down. Moving her head down to your neck, “Shit.” Nudging yourself closer to her as Dana’s lips suck on your skin. Her fingers come to your shirt to pull it down by your shoulder.
Trailing her lips down to your shoulder, you become covered with her lipstick as it begins to disappear from her lips.
Your fingers move to her chin, pulling her face up to look at you again. Your heart beats faster once you look Dana in the eyes again. The devotion she carries for you, you taste it in her kisses, you feel it in her grip.
Dana pulls you closer as she leans back, you moan as your pussy brushes harder against your panties and on her thigh as you sit on her right thigh.
“I gotta have you, pretty girl.” She whispers breathlessly, you nod, your lips ghosting over hers. “Then have me.” You let out, another moan leaving your lips as Dana wraps her arms around you and pushes you on the couch. Now hovering over you, her necklace dangles in your face, her hand stretches over to the pillow and places it underneath your head.
“I wanted you for so long, baby, you know that?” She mumbles, mostly to herself. You shake your head, keeping your eyes on her as she takes her shirt off, throwing it on the ground.
Leaning back down to you, you wrap your arms around her neck as her lips capture yours. You moan in the kiss, grinding your hips up to her, wanting to feel every part of her. She smirks in the kiss, lightly tapping at your thigh, you open them and her fingers move in between, reaching up to your panties. Pushing her tongue in the kiss, you moan, feeling her finger graze over your clothed pussy.
Shivering, you sigh and struggle to keep your legs open. “The things you do to me, pretty girl.”
“Tell me what I do to you.” You whisper, biting her bottom lip, your pussy pulsates again as Dana moans. “Think about you during my shifts, when I’m home. Just can’t get you out of my mind, even if I tried.”
Your confidence peeking through even more around her, you weren’t sure if it was the wine or the fact that you were tired of hiding these feelings. Either way, it did the job, your hands moving to her waist, playing with her shirt a little, your fingertips teasing at her skin.
“I want to do something with you, if you’re up for it.” She whispers, and you nod quickly. “Yeah, what is it?” Dana leans back, staring down at you.
“Move further up on the couch for me.” Her voice softens and rasps. Doing what she tells you, your chests rise up and down more. Dana takes the time to admire you, her eyes moving down to your legs all the way back up to your face. “Take your underwear off for me.” She whispers, bringing her thumb up to her mouth.
Pressing her nail against her lips, keeping her eyes on you as your hands move your underwear off. “Open your legs more, pretty girl.” She commands gently. You gulp and widen your legs, your glistening pussy now exposed.
Your thumb and index finger hold the hem of your underwear by the edge of the couch. You drop it as Dana takes her shirt off and unhooks her bra, tossing both on the ground.
Your breath hitches at the sight of her breasts, Dana wastes no more time, taking her pants and underwear off too. Her bush has a nice bikini trim, your eyes stay on it, licking your lips. Dana smirks, “You like that, hon?” Her voice is low, and your eyes move up to her face as you nod slowly.
“Yes.” You whisper, Dana chuckles and gets closer, her right thigh comes over yours as her left one tucks under your right thigh, her shin touching your ass.
Her ass lies lightly on your left thigh, and you both take a deep breath as she lowers her pussy on yours, your clit brushing against her folds.
“Oh fuck.” You gasp, grinding your hips back and forth, your slick mixing with Dana’s. She leans her head down, some of her hair touching your skin as her clit throbs. Her hand rests on your knee, caressing your skin as the two of you breathe heavily.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Such a good girl for me.” Her moans make you squirm, your clit hitting with hers.
You moan and your head back, “Yeah, right there. Right there.” You moan out, your veins popping each time your clit and hers touch. Dana’s free hand moves over to your nipple, her face looking down at you, rubbing your nipple in circles as her grind matches. You swallow your saliva and reach up to her breasts, cupping them before resting your thumb over her nipples.
Both of you matching your rubs, her mouth opening, and pretty moans leave her lips.
Dana then thrusts harder, her folds kissing yours. Making your moans get cut off, feeling breathless at her actions, so hungry for you.
The way her pussy feels makes you sigh, so soft and right against yours. Each time she pushes herself forward, her clit comes in contact with your right pussy lip, making you a whimpering mess.
You pout and sigh, laying an arm over your head as Dana does all the work. She smirks at you, “You're tired already, baby?” She rasps and chuckles right after. You whimper and squirm, the friction going harder with each cocky touch. Her thumb and index finger pull at your nipple lightly as the arousal from her pussy drips down from yours and onto the couch.
“My pretty girl.” She mutters, her eyes locked on your face, slightly watching the way your tits jiggle.
“Wish you could see yourself.” She lets out in devotion, your whines mix with her pants. You move your arm away, blinking a couple of times to see her.
Dana smiles at you, “There she is, that’s my good girl. Look at you baby, so beautiful.” She whispers, and with each thrust, she hits every spot. Your cunt is dripping and so needy for her, your nipples and hers are hard.
You begin drooling, so lost in her trance, Dana looks down, and you shiver every time you feel pieces of her hair on your skin. She brings out the desperate moans you tried so hard to hide, but you couldn’t with Dana. “That’s it, baby, I got you, be a good girl for me and keep it up. Yeah?” She breathes, her hand moves away from your nipple to your neck.
You gulp and nod, “Yes,” Your voice sounds so weak. Mind feeling like mush while your pussy gushes with hers. The sounds are making you reach your orgasm closer than you wanted.
Dana feels it, feels the way your cunt tightens, the whimpers leaving your mouth. “I-I’m so close, Dana, please.” You cry out, she nods, and her fingers keep rubbing your neck. “S’okay, I got you. Go ahead, cum on my pussy.” Her tone was comforting but begging.
Her breath comes out quicker, her hand at your neck moves down to your hip, and grips it. Her nails pressing into your skin makes you moan louder.
Your thighs and legs are burning, but you keep going. So close, breathing out of your nose harder. Your eyes stay stuck on her tits, and the few last thrusts Dana gives you are more than enough. “Shitshitshit— I’m cumming!” You gasp out, Dana groans and sighs.
Picking your hand up, she intertwines her fingers with yours as you close your eyes. Your cum, covering her pussy and yours as you continue to push it out of you. The tension in your stomach frees as your pussy feels sensitive. Dana rides herself out as you stare, becoming her whimpering mess.
Her eyes are still on you. Her hip stutters and her moans lessen, “S-So close.” She whines, fucking your pussy, your cum slamming into you and her.
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, jerking her hips hard as her cunt spills out her cum. Your body and hers are shaking, as she pants louder, her grip loosening and her eyes open as she smiles lazily. Looking down at you, as she buckles her pussy against yours much slower. Wanting you, needing you to feel her cum all over you.
The sweat covers your skin and Dana’s, her exhaustion showing more now. “My sweetest girl.” She mutters, her hand comes up to your cheek, and she rubs it.
You lean your face into her touch, your eyes looking back at her. The way you look at her, a devotee staring at their goddess.
“My pretty girl.” She lets out, unable to get off you. Taking this moment to enjoy your skin against hers, bringing your hand up to her face, her lips press a kiss on the palm of your hand, eyes only on you.