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“Willow, honey!” Joyce yelled as she raced into the kitchen area, frantic as she searched the messy table for her car keys. She grew progressively more irritated as she moved pamphlets, photography magazines and miscellaneous packets of medication around, eventually finding her keys hidden beneath three layers of paper. When she looked up at Willow calmly stirring pasta for her dinner, her hair looked like it had been badly backcombed. “I’ve been called in last minute to cover a shift. Mary had to go home cause she “felt sick”,” Joyce said, using mocking air quotes. Willow huffed out a laugh at that, recalling all the times her mom had spoken about Mary coming into work hungover. “I probably won’t be home til just gone midnight. Johnathan’s at Nancy’s for the night, so you’re all good by yourself, right?” Joyce was already moving towards the exit as she spoke, propping the door open with her foot as she looked at Willow.
“Mom, I’m nineteen, I think I can cope home alone for a few hours,” Willow laughed, shooting a look at her mom over her shoulder. “I’ll just watch some TV or something,” she shrugged.
Joyce nodded, smoothing her hair down with her hand as she caught the state of it in the reflection of the door’s window. “Okay, good. That’s good. And don’t remember to-“
“Lock the door when I go to bed,” Willow finished for her, and Joyce shot her a fake annoyed look. “I’ve got it, Mom. I’ve stayed home alone before.”
Joyce spared Willow one final look before she nodded once and stepped out into the evening, the sun slowly setting behind her. “Okay, okay, love you! Your pasta’s boiling over!”
Willow snapped her eyes back to the stove, and sure enough, the boiling water was bubbling over and sizzling as it touched the open flame. She swore under her breath as she lifted up the saucepan, flicking off the flame. She could hear her Mom’s melodical laughter even through the thick wood of the front door.
She stared at the saucepan in front of her once she’d placed it back down, swirling the semi-hard pasta with her fork in contemplation.
The Byers’ family were not rich by any means; they could barely afford to keep their electricity on most months and Joyce was more often than not picking up extra shifts to scrape together a few more coins so that they could have a relatively stocked fridge. Their lack of money also meant that their home was not made to the highest standard.
Most of the time, Willow didn’t care. The thin walls meant that the house was cool in the summer, and although it didn’t insulate much at all in the winter, Willow had more than enough coats and blankets to keep herself warm.
It did mean, however, that sound travelled in their home. Willow had been woken up by Johnathan's snoring on the other side of the house more times than she could count.
That also meant that Willow was reluctant to, well, pleasure herself when her family was home. Even though she knew how to be quiet, there was still that underlying fear that somehow someone could hear her.
So, it took Willow barely two seconds to reach a conclusion, and she was racing off to her bedroom before her dropped fork had even clattered to the kitchen counter.
She could feel herself getting excited already as she closed and locked her bedroom door, just in case. Her heart rate had already picked up, fluttering erratically in her chest as she crawled onto her bed. It had been so long since she’d done this.
She lay herself down onto her bed, covers thrown haphazardly to the side as she settled into her pillows. As she delicately trailed a fingertip down the length of her torso, Willow thought of her girlfriend.
She thought of Michelle’s long fingers replacing her own, worshipping Willow’s body the way she liked to do. As she skirted her thumb lightly across her nipple, she thought of how Michelle would already be begging to have it in her mouth, her dexterous tongue flicking and laving over the bud. Subconsciously, Willow pressed her thighs together tightly and gasped at the tingle of pleasure that shot through her.
After only a few moments of lightly touching over her skin, Willow was already panting. Her thighs moved against each other on their own accord as she chased those short bursts of pleasure, her fingers mindlessly rubbing over her hard nipples underneath her shirt.
Already growing desperate, she sat up slightly to rip off her t-shirt, the cold air immediately hitting her braless chest and making her shiver. Without the extra layer, the pleasure she felt when she brushed a finger against her nipple was so much stronger. She arched up with a soft gasp as she lightly pinched the bud, her clit already starting to throb with want.
If Michelle was with her, Willow was sure she would already be kissing down her soft skin, fingers looping into the waistband of her shorts and pulling them off swiftly. She would be saying the sweetest things to her, mumbling about how gorgeous her stomach and thighs were, how pretty she sounded, how good she tasted on her tongue.
Willow loved her girlfriend's voice. She loved that it was kind of loud and whiney day to day - the way it commanded the room with ease, truly a natural born leader. What she loved more, however, was how it deepened when they were alone together, almost gruff as she whispered the dirtiest things into Willow’s ear.
As her fingers danced at the waistline of her shorts, Willow paused for a second. And in her disoriented, horny state, it only took her a second to go along with what she was thinking.
With a shaky hand, she reached out towards her bedside table and grabbed her radio and turned the dial to her and her girlfriend’s private channel. Willow inhaled shakily once, still jittery from arousal, before she pressed down on the side button.
“Michelle?” She asked, proud of how steady her voice sounded.
She barely had to wait a second before a crackle sounded over the radio, Michelle’s slightly distorted voice responding. “Hi baby, are you okay? Over.”
Somehow, Michelle’s unwavering respect for radio etiquette had Willow feeling even hornier.
“Are you alone?” Willow knew she sounded breathless, her hands moving on their own accord over the front of her shorts. The soft, yellow fabric was already growing damp.
“Yeah, I’m just reading in my bedroom. Over,” Michelle said simply, and Willow could hear the crinkle of a page turning as she spoke. Her obliviousness astounded Willow sometimes.
“I’m home alone.” There was no point beating around the bush, and Willow was horny enough not to be embarrassed by her neediness.
“Oh,” Michelle breathed, and Willow heard the distinct sound of a book hitting the floor. “Do- do you want me to come over?” Vaguely, Willow noticed that it didn’t take long for Michelle to drop the “over” at the mere insinuation of sex. She was a very single-minded girl.
“No,” Willow said around a sharp gasp as she pressed down between her folds through her shorts. “Just keep talking to me.”
“Fuck, Willow,” Michelle whined, the sound of sheets shifting on the other end of the radio. “Are you touching yourself?”
Willow continued the pressure on her pussy, rubbing in quick circles over the cloth. “Yes. Through my shorts,” She gasped.
Willow heard Michelle let out a low moan, and when she spoke, her voice was already raspy with arousal. “Does it feel good?”
Willow hummed in response, hips twitching down to meet the push of her fingers against her clit. “It would feel better if it were you.”
Michelle let out a low chuckle at that, agreeing. “What about if I tell you what to do instead?”
Willow bit her lip as she let out a whimper at her words, nodding her head even though Michelle couldn’t see her. “Yes, please.”
“Okay, baby.” Michelle’s words shook slightly; from arousal or nervousness, Willow wasn’t sure. “Take off your shorts and underwear.”
Willow didn’t waste a second, pulling both her yellow shorts and white panties down in one swift motion. She could see how her wetness stuck to her underwear, a slight trail of slick connecting to it from her pussy before she threw the items onto the floor.
“Done,” Willow announced, shivering at the chill in the air, her skin prickled with goosebumps.
“Okay, I want you to play with those pretty tits of yours.” Willow wasn’t surprised that this was Michelle’s first course of action, knowing how much she loved them. She’d spent hours before just playing with them, cupping and squeezing the supple flesh and watching it spill out between the gaps in her fingers.
Willow complied instantly, her hands quick to grab and fondle her breasts, nipples catching between the ‘V’ of her pointer and middle finger. She squeezed them together, rolling the bud between them sharply. It was almost painful, but the harsh burn from it only added to the pleasure.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Michelle demanded, a little breathless.
“I-I’m squeezing my nipples,” Willow breathed out, moaning softly as she revelled in the pleasure shooting through her body. “Feels nice.”
Willow heard Michelle inhale sharply, her exhale long and drawn out. “Fuck baby, I wish I were there with you right now. I’d make you feel so good.”
And Michelle always did. She always focused her utmost attention on Willow’s pleasure, moaning as she touched her as if she were the one being touched herself. On one of their more memorable nights, Michelle had orgasmed just from Willow riding her face.
“Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here,” Willow gasped, already feeling her arousal beginning to drip down and coat her inner thighs.
“I’d take you into my mouth,” Michelle started eagerly. “I’d lick and suck over your sensitive nipples until they’re all pretty and red.”
Willow brought two fingers up to her mouth as her girlfriend spoke, shoving them harshly inside until she had swallowed them down to the knuckle. She laved her tongue over them, getting the digits nice and wet before pulling them from between her lips with a pop. Immediately, she brought them back down to her nipples, the wetness of her saliva emulating Michelle’s soft tongue.
The added wetness made the glide of her fingers even smoother, and she rubbed around her nipples quickly. She couldn’t stop her breath from catching at every zap of pleasure, soft breathy moans spilling from her lips.
She didn’t have to encourage Michelle to keep talking; her girlfriend already knew exactly what she needed. “I’d bite them a little too, I know you like the pain.” Willow squeezed once at her nipple at the words, imagining it was Michelle’s blunt teeth lightly nipping at the bud.
“I’d keep going as I trail my hand down you, over that soft, perfect stomach.” Michelle moaned at her own words, likely imagining the plushness of Willow’s tummy. Willow continued to rub at her nipples with one hand, her right hand following Michelle’s words and dragging down to rest gently against her pubic mound. Her hips bucked up involuntarily as she edged towards her most sensitive area.
“I’d let my fingers trace your inner thighs, skirting over where you need me most.” Her words were whispered and rough, Michelle already sounding completely wrecked just from imagining pleasuring Willow. As Willow brushed her fingers against the soft skin of her inner thighs, she felt herself get even wetter.
“I’d wait until you’re panting before I even think about touching your pretty pussy,” Michelle said, and Willow whined softly at her words, her fingers inching towards her wet folds but not yet touching.
“Please touch me, baby,” Willow breathed out, not hiding her heavy breathing as she turned towards where the radio was lying against the bed. As Michelle spoke, it truly felt like it was her teasing Willow with her fingers. She was completely at the whim of her girlfriend, knowing she would follow her words blindly.
“You’re this needy already? Begging even though I’ve barely touched you?” Michelle let out a chuckle, almost mean. Willow could only whine in response, her neglected clit becoming almost painful. “Okay then baby, I’d hold you open and run a finger between your folds.”
Willow gasped loudly at the initial contact, using her pointer and ring finger to part her lips, the middle finger running between them. She was dripping wet, and she felt her opening flutter in anticipation as her finger brushed lightly against it.
“Fuck, I’m so wet,” Willow panted, her fingers running long strips from her hole to just before her clit. Michelle hadn’t told her she could touch there yet, so she didn’t.
“Shit, baby, I bet you are.” Michelle’s voice was strained, breath heavy in a way that indicated she was probably touching herself too. The thought had Willow clenching her thighs hard around the hand between her legs. “Taste it for me.”
Willow ran her finger against herself once more, dipping shallowly into her entrance and hissing at the coil of pleasure that seemed to erupt from the movement. It took everything in her not to reach in deeper and curl her fingers against that spot that always had her seeing stars.
Instead, she lifted her finger towards her and examined it. The tip to the second knuckle of her middle finger was glistening with her wetness, and she pressed her thumb to it to watch it stretch and pull when she slowly separated her two fingers.
Without thinking, she wrapped her lips around the tip of her middle finger, tongue flicking around it to lap up her juices. It wasn’t her favourite taste, Michelle tasted so much better, but she still moaned as the saltiness of it hit her.
“I bet you taste so good baby,” Michelle panted through the radio, sounding almost wistful as she imagined her own mouth around Willow’s wet fingers. Willow moaned again in confirmation, sucking the digit further into her mouth to lap up what was left on it.
“Now I’ve had a taste, I’d want to finger you properly,” Michelle said, and Willow excitedly pulled her finger out of her mouth to bring it down to her pussy once more, lightly tracing her entrance. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest in anticipation, the excitement of knowing how good she was about to feel making her dizzy.
“I’d fuck into you slowly, knuckle by knuckle, and I’d watch you squirm as you try and push me deeper.” Willow followed Michelle’s words, dipping her middle finger inside her just to pull it back out again, before slowly pushing it back in just that little bit further. True to her girlfriend’s word, Willow was already subconsciously twitching her hips down to meet the soft thrusting of her finger, but she kept a steady pace at Michelle’s request.
Small moans slipped from her open mouth, plush lips wet with spit and her leftover juices, and Michelle was whispering little praises to her over the radio.
When she finally had the whole finger inside her, Willow instinctively curled it upwards to feel for that tough, spongy flesh inside her, and something in the way her breath hitched must have alerted Michelle, because her next words were spoken a little firmer.
“Don’t do that yet, Willow.” Michelle’s tone allowed for no argument, and Willow immediately stopped the stimulation of her spot, breath catching as she lay deadly still. “I’d wanna take my time with you, can’t have you cumming without me even touching your clit yet, baby.”
Willow whined yet complied. It was true that, in her current state of arousal, she could probably cum from just stimulating that little spot inside her. But she was enjoying this too much to have it end so quickly.
So instead, she straightened out her finger and fucked herself with it. She pulled the entire length of it out, just to thrust back inside harshly. Each thrust had the soft pad of her finger brushing against her spot, just enough for it to be enjoyable, but not enough to have that coil tightening in her lower stomach so soon.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are,” Michelle moaned, and through Willow’s fuzzy hearing she too could make out the slick sounds of her finger moving inside her. It was obscene, and she was sure she was dripping onto her bed sheet, but that was a problem for post-orgasm Willow. “I bet you’d take another finger so easily.”
“Yes,” Willow gasped immediately, hole clenching around her finger at the thought of being stretched. “Yes, please, I need another.”
Michelle chuckled, the sound coming low from within her chest. “Okay then, I’d thrust a second finger into you; not slowly like before, I’d push it into you and make you take it.” Willow immediately did as her girlfriend said, pulling out her middle finger to push her pointer finger in alongside it, reaching as deep as possible to try and emulate Michelle’s longer fingers. She gasped at the slight burn as her fingers stretched her open, but her wetness and arousal had her taking them both inside with ease.
“Michelle, fuck,” Willow groaned, looking down and watching her fingers thrust in and out of herself. “It feels so good.”
“Mhm, I bet you look so pretty on my fingers,” Michelle replied, and Willow heard the creak of her bed and the rustle of fabric as she took off her own boxers. Willow heard a breathy exhale followed by a hitched breath as Michelle seemingly began to rub against her own pussy, finally free from her clothing. “You always take them so well.”
Willow’s hand was slightly cramping already from how quickly she was fucking into herself, fingers pulling out barely an inch before she was thrusting them back inside. They stayed ramrod straight, however, the only stimulation against her spot being the light brush of her fingertips. It was almost agony, feeling just the smallest taste of the pleasure she so deeply needed, but being refused to indulge in it. She kind of loved it.
“More,” Willow slurred, her body already grown used to the intrusion and begging to be spread even wider.
“Fuck, you’re already so needy,” Michelle mumbled to herself, and Willow let out a broken laugh at that, knowing it to be true. “I’d add a third finger, watching how your hole stretches to accommodate me. You’d gasp and moan, those cute hazel eyes filling with tears from the burn.”
Michelle hadn’t finished her sentence before Willow was adding a third finger, slower this time to allow her body to adjust. She was already feeling the crawling overwhelm at the feeling of being full, and she choked on her breath once all three fingers were seated firmly inside her.
She blinked as she breathed through it, lashes starting to clump and stick with unshed tears she didn’t even notice were brewing.
“I’d use my thumb to rub gently at your clit as you adjust to my fingers,” Michelle whispered softly, almost soothing. Willow’s fingers weren’t as long and dexterous as her girlfriend’s, so instead she brought her left hand down and delicately circled her clit.
Despite the touch being featherlight, the pleasure that rocketed through her was immense. She arched off the bed from the initial touch alone, her fingers pushing deeper inside her at the movement.
“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good for me.” Michelle’s own words were hitched and breathless, ending on a low moan as she too slowly rubbed against her own swollen clit. “I’d keep it light and soft, just until you’re ready for me to fuck you again.”
Willow was a moaning mess, three fingers buried to the hilt inside her, hips circling and moving on their own accord to chase the pleasure. Still, she did as Michelle said, the finger on her clit barely there. She knew if she added any more pressure, she would be cumming onto her fingers in seconds, and she wanted to be good for Michelle; to show her how well she listened and what good restraint she had.
“‘m ready,” Willow announced after barely a few seconds had passed, her hole throbbing around her fingers as they lay stationary inside her.
“Stop touching your clit,” Michelle demanded, and Willow obeyed instantly. Her left hand, instead, returned to one of her breasts, using the glide of her wetness to stimulate her nipple. “Now, I’d curl my fingers inside you. I’d hit that spot that has you arching into my touch, whimpers spilling from your lips.”
Willow curled the fingers upwards inside her, her middle finger instantly finding that bundle of nerves. The pressure she used was harsh and unrelenting, middle finger firmly massaging her spot. The noises she was making were loud and wanton, and she had no control over them. She could hear Michelle cursing and complimenting her, the kind words adding to the pleasure fizzing through her body.
“Fuck, I’d keep rubbing that spot inside you, wanna hear you make those noises forever.” Vaguely, Willow could hear the slick sounds of Michelle rubbing herself, the bed squeaking as she ground her hips down. Willow wished she could see it for herself.
The pleasure she felt as she continued the pressure against her spot felt white-hot and electric. It shot from her core and fizzled at her fingertips, leaving her feeling alight and breathless. She could cum from this, and if she continued for maybe a minute or two more, she definitely would, but still she needed more.
“Michelle, fuck, I- more. I need more,” Willow whined out, hips attempting to push her fingers into her even further to no avail.
“Shit, baby, okay,” Michelle hissed. “Get the dildo from under your bed.” Willow didn’t have to be told twice, fingers slipping out of her with a wet squelch before she threw her top half over the side of her bed and blindly reached underneath it. They’d decided to keep all their sex toys at Willow's house, knowing that both her mom and brother respected privacy significantly more than Michelle’s own sisters and parents.
The box Willow grabbed was inconspicuous enough; an old shoe box she’d kept from when she’d scraped together some money to buy a pair of Doc Martens a few years prior. Inside, though, were items significantly more exciting than some boots.
A few different shaped and sized vibrators lay atop a silk belt Willow had taken from one of her old dresses. A half-empty bottle of lube lay beside them, along with the leather harness of a strap-on. Thrown haphazardly on top of it all were three dildos, all varying in width and length. Without thinking, Willow grabbed the biggest one.
She left the box open beside her on the bed and fell back against the pillows once more, hand tightly gripping the flared base of the dildo.
“Which one did you choose?” Michelle asked, voice teasing like she already knew.
“Biggest,” Willow breathed, biting her lip against a smile as her girlfriend chuckled on the other end of the radio.
“Of course,” Michelle responded fondly. “You love that one.”
Willow hummed in response. “Yeah, I love how big your cock is.”
Willow smirked as Michelle inhaled sharply, breathing out an elongated “Fuck” at Willow’s words.
“Yeah, I love watching how you stretch around me, baby.” Michelle’s words were becoming rougher and deeper the more aroused she got, and Willow imagined the darkness of her blown-out pupils staring down at her.
“Shit, okay, I’d spread your legs and kneel between them,” Michelle started, her words almost frantic. Willow shifted so her feet were planted flat onto her bed, legs spread wide as if to accommodate for her girlfriend's lanky body. “I’d run my tip against your pussy, getting it nice and wet.”
Willow did just that, taking the thick dildo and lazily gliding it between her folds. She gasped as it brushed against her clit, heart thumping in time with the pulsing of her hole.
“I’d push slowly into you, and you’d take me in so well like you always do. You were made to be full of my cock, baby.” Willow pushed the blunt head of the dildo against her hole, her body clenching down involuntarily at the thick intrusion - it was bigger than her three fingers, and significantly longer.
Willow took in a deep inhale, forcing her body to relax on the exhale, and pushed the dildo in further. Once she’d gotten past the initial intrusion, her body seemed to take the rest in with ease, juices aiding the slide.
She noticed vaguely that she was shaking slightly as she took in the dildo, body almost wanting to reject the length of it, but she pushed through until it was seated entirely inside of her, the base of the dildo pushed flush against her entrance.
“Fuck, I took it. I took all of you,” Willow gasped out, face tickling as tears trickled down the sides of it and onto the pillow below her. It was overwhelming, the sheer fullness she was feeling, and she choked on a sob as her hole continued to flutter and constrict around the dildo.
“Shit, baby, you did so well,” Michelle praised, her breathing erratic and laboured. “I knew you could take it all.”
Willow preened at the praise and waited patiently for Michelle to instruct her on what to do.
“I’d start to fuck you slowly, just dragging my cock in and out of you at first whilst you get used to me.” Willow took the base of the dildo in her grasp, pulling it out about half way, before gently easing it back inside. She let out soft little “ah-“s as she brushed against her spot, the head of the dildo catching on it at every thrust.
“I’d start to pull my cock out further once you’re ready, taking it out almost the whole way before thrusting it back in. Hard.” Willow pulled the dildo out until just the tip of it was left inside her and immediately pushed it all the way back in.
The noise that was ripped out of her as the dildo slammed back inside was guttural and obscene, and she was so glad they didn’t have neighbours because she wasn’t sure how she would have explained that one away.
“Willow, fuck!” Michelle exclaimed, and the slick noises on her end of the radio stopped abruptly. She was panting, her breathing rough, ragged and animalistic. Willow wouldn’t be surprised if she started growling. “You sound so fucking hot, holy shit.”
Willow let out a pathetic whine in response, toes curling into the mattress below as she buried the side of her head into the pillow.
“I’d keep fucking you like that, hard and fast, just the way you like it. I’d have you fucking screaming for me, baby.” Willow continued to fuck herself harshly at Michelle’s request, the obscene squelch of the dildo pushing into her wetness resounding around the room and into the radio. The sounds spilling from her now were completely involuntary, punched out of her as the dildo moved inside her, dragging against her swollen walls. The head of the dildo pushed against her spot relentlessly, the deep pleasure of it seeping into her bones.
“Oh my god, shit, Michelle. Feels so good,” Willow sobbed out in a rush, breath wet and gurgly as she panted. She could practically feel the dildo in her throat, it was buried so deep inside her.
“Yeah, baby? Fuck, I just know your pussy would feel so tight around me, so perfect.” Michelle was slurring her own words now, the sounds of her rubbing her fingers over her slick clit were back in full force. Wanting to be good for Michelle, to be so tight around her, she clenched down on the dildo. Almost as if she knew what Willow was doing, Michelle gasped on the other end of the radio.
“I’d know you’re getting close so I’d want to fuck into you deeper. I’d push your legs up until your knees are by your ears and watch as you take even more of me.” Willow scrambled in an attempt to replicate Michelle’s words with only one free hand, and instead she lifted both legs up and hooked her left arm under both of her knees. The new angle had her thighs pushed flush together and her hole clenched around the dildo tighter, but as she pushed her legs up so that her lips were almost brushing her knees, the dildo slipped inside her just that inch further.
Willow was babbling incomprehensibly now, fucking into herself at alarming speed. She could feel that coil winding tightly in the bottom of her stomach, inching that much closer to snapping with every quick thrust. The sound of Michelle touching herself and the filthy words spilling from her lips only added to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Willow, fuck, fuck. I’d fuck you into the mattress, the way you deserve. I’d fuck you so hard you’d be feeling me for fucking days. I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel empty without my cock, that you’d be begging for it to fill you back up again.” Michelle’s own words were rambled and rushed, like she was spewing the first thing that came to her mind. Willow could hear the rhythmic movement of Michelle’s bed, as if she was imitating thrusting into Willow as she continued to pleasure herself.
Saliva dripped from Willow’s open mouth and onto her knee, and it knocked into her teeth as the force of her thrusts started to move the rest of her body. Sobs of pleasure wracked through her body and sent tremors up her spine, the throbbing of her untouched clit only adding to it.
“Do you think you can cum from my cock alone?” Michelle asked. Willow didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yes,” she gasped. “You’re fucking me so good I don’t need anything else.”
Michelle let out a whine at that, indicating just how close she was. Her soft grunts and groans tended to become higher and more needy the closer she got to the edge, and it was Willow’s favourite thing.
“I want you to cum inside me,” Willow demanded breathlessly. “Fuck me full of it, and then I’ll cum on your cock.”
The moan Michelle let out at Willow’s words sounded completely overwhelmed. “Okay baby, I’ll do that. I’d fill you up and watch it dribble out of you as I continue fucking you. You’d look so fucking pretty leaking my cum.”
Willow’s moan was high and needy, vividly imagining the feeling of Michelle spurting inside her, the warm cum adding to the wetness of her own arousal. “Fuck, please, I need it.” The words were mumbled and barely intelligible, but Michelle’s responding whine was evidence that she’d heard it well enough.
“Shit, Willow, baby, I’m gonna cum,” Michelle gasped, and a second later, Willow heard the tell-tale sound of Michelle’s breath catching as she arched off the bed. She was always silent when she came, her breath held deep in her chest as she’d let out a silent scream, eyebrows furrowed. It was such a beautiful sight, and Willow felt herself hurtling to the edge even quicker as she imagined it.
“Fuck, keep fucking me, baby,” Willow encouraged, using all her remaining strength to fuck into herself even faster. “I’m so close.”
Michelle was still panting from her recent orgasm, but she complied nonetheless. “I’d keep fucking you baby, don’t worry. I wanna see you cum on my cock, I need you too. You look so fucking pretty when you cum, baby.”
Willow was moaning with every quick thrust of the dildo, pushing her hips down against it to grind it in even further. The heat was continuing to grow in her stomach, steady and syrupy, but every time she got to what she thought was the peak, it would slip further away from her grasp like an oasis in the desert.
Frustrated, she adjusted the position of her legs slightly. One dropped unceremoniously to the bed and the other she kept close to her face with one hand. This angle was perfect; she could still fuck herself deep, but her pelvis was angled so that she was hitting her spot even harder. Willow also couldn’t help but imagine that her leg was being held up by one of Michelle’s bony shoulders, pushed close to her ear simply by the weight of her girlfriend.
The pitch of her moans climbed even higher and more frequent, her body sitting steadily on the precipice but not quite tipping over. She felt drunk with pleasure.
“Come on, baby,” Michelle whispered into the radio, encouraging. She’d likely recognised the indicators that Willow was close, having catalogued every small sound Willow could make years ago. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”
With Michelle’s permission, the orgasm crashed into Willow like a freight train. It erupted from the lowest point of her stomach and spread through her body like paint splashing onto concrete. It rocketed through her, pulling almost animalistic sounds from her throat as she continued to piston the dildo inside her.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, the unrelenting pleasure overwhelming, and Willow could vaguely hear the sound of her sobbing out Michelle’s name behind the haze of it all.
Eventually though, the sharp and unrelenting pleasure softened into something lighter, thrumming through her limbs and making her melt into the bed beneath her. She let out a few final pathetic whimpers as she slowed the movement of the dildo to an eventual stop, little zaps of pleasure tingling in her fingertips and toes.
“Jesus fucking christ, that was so hot,” Michelle laughed in disbelief, and Willow let out a content giggle in response. “Your moans? Willow, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about them.”
Willow let an embarrassed smile grace her features, nose scrunching up as a blush adorned her already hot cheeks. “Stop it,” she whispered.
“It’s true though!” Michelle doubled down. “They’re gonna be on loop in my brain for the rest of my life. I’m gonna have to live out the rest of my days perpetually horny.”
Willow let out a loud laugh at that, the pressure of it reminding her that there was still a dildo lodged inside her. She hissed as she slowly pulled it out of her, the noise of the head popping out of her resounding around the quiet of the room.
She felt a small gush of wetness pour out of her now that there was nothing plugging her up, and she couldn’t help but imagine it was Michelle’s cum trickling out of her, like she said. Despite being spent, Willow felt her pussy twitch.
“How quickly can you get over here?” Willow breathed into the radio, intent obvious.
Michelle was silent for a beat before she spoke. “I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t get dressed.”