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“Thanks!” Callie said to the taxi driver, shooting him a smile as she closed the door and turned back to the apartment block he’d dropped her outside. She heard the car leave as she tightened her hold on the handle of her suitcase, already striding forward. She was home from a conference almost a day early due to a bout of food poisoning amongst the event staff, and she hadn’t even had time to phone her wife and let her know that she’d be back sooner than expected.
It had been a rush of flights and working out cabs, but she’d finally made it home and was ready to be back in her love’s arms. Arizona should have been home because Callie knew she’d only had one surgery that day, and she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t excited to spend some time with her wife. Callie entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor to get to their loft space, stifling a yawn into the back of her hand but grinning like an idiot.
She couldn’t wait to see Arizona’s face.
Her key slid into the lock quietly and it opened with a click, and Callie ensured that her footsteps were quiet when she padded into the apartment. The case’s wheels rumbled quietly on the floor, then squealed to a stop when Callie removed her hand from the handle and closed the door behind her with a quiet clunk of the mechanism.
She paused to listen for a moment, noticing that the door to their bedroom was only just ajar and the sound of a movie was filtering through – just loud enough that Arizona might not have heard the door. That, or she was asleep.
Callie smiled to herself, setting her keys into the bowl and crossing the loft space to peer through the gap. She pushed the door open slightly and spotted Arizona sitting up in bed wearing one of Callie’s raggedy tees, a discarded bowl of popcorn on the nightstand as one hand flipped the remote control around her fingers and her other hand rested much, much lower. Her eyes were half closed, head tilted back, lip trapped between her teeth.
Callie’s eyebrows furrowed, then rose in realisation. She pushed the door open just a little further and leaned her shoulder on the doorframe, crossing her arms and simply watching her wife. From there, she could see that Arizona was only wearing that raggedy tee and some barely there blue panties, hand firm over her crotch and routinely squeezing the bulge there.
Well... fuck.
Callie couldn’t look away, though the smirk on her face betrayed the immediate arousal she felt settle in her gut.
“Need some help with that?”
Arizona startled like a cat, swearing like a pirate and hauling the comforter up to cover herself as her eyes shot open and scanned the room to find the source of the noise. There was panic in them until she found Callie’s face, wherein she relaxed some – at least enough to snap, “God, you scared the fucking life out of me!”
A quick laugh pulled from Callie’s chest and she simply grinned, saying, “don’t let me interrupt, my lady.”
“No, no, I’m glad you’re back,” Arizona interrupted, still slightly breathless and covering herself. She paused the movie and tossed the remote aside, asking, “I just- what are you doing here? I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”
“Conference was cancelled midway through from food poisoning in all the staff, so I came back.” Callie waved a hand, still smiling. “However, I can head back to Chicago if you—”
“No, no, no,” Arizona said quickly, throwing the comforter off and standing from the bed to throw herself into Callie’s arms. She grabbed her tightly and buried her face into her neck, breathing in the scent of her wife and making a happy, approving sound into the warm skin. She mumbled, “I’m so glad you’re back.”
Callie laughed softly, hugging Arizona back just as tightly and letting her back hit the doorframe to support them both. She kissed Arizona’s temple, then waited for Arizona to look at her before she leaned in to kiss her. It started soft, a welcome home sort of connection, but it immediately deepened as Arizona’s hands rose to grab Callie’s face and hold her there.
With both residual and new warmth dousing her from head to toe, Arizona couldn’t wait any longer before she bit at Callie’s lip and revelled in the feeling of Callie’s body pressed against hers. Callie’s thigh was so close to her crotch and Callie’s body was so perfectly warm that Arizona knew she’d never been harder in her life. Her hands moved to Callie’s shoulders, tracing the muscles before hooking into her jacket and starting to work it off.
“So am I,” Callie murmured, letting Arizona strip her jacket off. It fell to the floor with a thud and Callie kissed Arizona back with just as much enthusiasm, her hands gripping Arizona’s waist and pulling her closer. She could feel Arizona’s erection pressing into her thigh and her own body was reacting, cock steadily stiffening against the restraint of her jeans as she toed off her shoes.
Kissing down Arizona’s neck and gently grinding against her, Callie said breathily, “I’m still grimy from my flight. I—”
“You’re fine,” Arizona said, cutting her off and kissing her to cement her point. “I need- fuck, you know what I need, Calliope.”
Callie laughed softly, then let her hand wander down to cup Arizona’s crotch to find a damp spot on the blue fabric from Arizona’s leaking tip. She passed her thumb over it, then whispered, “thinking about me?”
“Who else?” Arizona asked, like it was obvious, grazing her teeth over Callie’s jaw and working her hands up Callie’s tee to rest on her bare waist. She jerked when Callie’s thumb slowly rubbed back and forth over the head of her cock, panting and desperate already. She’d been teasing herself for coming up on half an hour, working the pleasure up and down and up again while thinking about her gloriously sexy wife the whole way through. Having Callie against her again felt like heaven.
Callie was still smiling, fully hard herself now. She kissed Arizona again, then leaned back enough to meet blue eyes as she asked, “what was I doing?”
Arizona groaned and threw her head back, digging her nails into Callie’s sides as she panted, “everything.”
“Oh…” Callie said, cocking an eyebrow. She knew what it meant when Arizona looked like that – desperate eyes, flush high in her cheeks, cock leaking like she hadn’t finished in weeks – and she was more than a little pleased with the realisation. “You’ve been edging to the thought of me.”
Arizona’s head dropped forward to rest on the center of Callie’s chest. Her hips were slowly moving to work herself into Callie’s hand, the delicious pressure making her balls pulse with the need for release. She nodded, whispering, “always.”
Pleased, Callie used her free hand to take Arizona’s chin and tilt her head up again. She smiled when she met Arizona’s gaze, taking in the dilation of her pupils and the heat in her face, and kissed her softly. “Well, I’m here, now. Tell me what you want.”
Dubious, Arizona stared at her wife.
“Tell me,” Callie repeated, ducking her head and kissing down Arizona’s neck. She pulled Arizona’s shirt off over her head and trailed lower, down Arizona’s sternum, sucking occasional marks into pale skin. Her tongue flickered over a hardened nipple, making Arizona stifle a whine.
“I just want you,” Arizona managed, low and raspy with desperation. “In whichever way you’re prepared to give.”
Dark eyes looked up and met Arizona’s, and Callie couldn’t resist grazing her teeth over the underside of Arizona’s breast, just where the skin was the softest. Her hands took over the path her tongue had taken, rolling Arizona’s nipples and massaging the flesh of her chest, as Callie kissed down the plane of Arizona’s stomach and kissed every muscle there. As she kissed lower, she slowly moved to settle to her knees in front of her wife.
Arizona was fighting not to finish untouched just from the way Callie was looking at her. Her cock was leaking and jerking, held to her body behind blue panties that she knew Callie loved, and she was only proven right when Callie pressed a kiss just below her navel.
“Blue,” she murmured, hooking a finger into the elastic waistband and pulling it away from Arizona’s skin before letting it snap back. “Trying to please someone, Dr Robbins?”
“Trying to please you,” Arizona gasped, her back hitting the wall when Callie’s hands on her hips guided her back against it. She grasped at it for stability, her legs shaky, as the sight of Callie on her knees threatened to make her reach release embarrassingly fast.
“Correct answer,” Callie said with a grin, her eyes finally dropping to the outline of Arizona’s cock pressed against the fabric. Arizona was five or six inches, slightly curved up and completely perfect in Callie’s eyes. Her own jerked in reply, precum beading on her own tip, fighting against its restraint.
She kissed the side of Arizona’s cock over her panties, hearing Arizona gasp above her and feeling a hand settle on her shoulder.
Callie repeated it, going from the base to the tip and back again, all through the fabric. Then she flickered her tongue over the slit and Arizona let out a sound like a squeak, high pitched from the back of her throat. That pleased Callie enough that she tugged Arizona’s panties down her legs, helping her step out of them as she came face to face with that beautiful cock.
Visibly pulsing and with clear fluid running from the tip, Callie knew she’d never seen one better. She lifted a hand and wrapped it around Arizona’s base, murmuring adoringly, “so pretty. So pretty for me, Arizona.”
“Calliope,” Arizona whined, fighting the urge to buck her hips into Callie’s brilliantly warm touch.
“Hmm?” Callie questioned, flattening her tongue and running it firmly up the side of Arizona’s cock, then spitting onto the connection and working it in with slow, corkscrew pumps of her hand. She kept up the action as she leaned in and took the first inch of Arizona into her mouth, bobbing her head slightly and running her tongue in tantalising circles.
Arizona was seeing fucking stars. She was writhing slightly against the door, at the mercy of Callie’s hand and mouth, and she felt her balls draw up as that orgasm threatened to break free. She gasped, “fuck- close, so- Callie, I’m gonna—”
Callie sat back on her heels, tightening her hand and saying firmly, “no, you’re not.”
“Callie,” Arizona cried, orgasm fading away though she could feel it tingling in her toes.
“Not yet,” Callie said softly. She had Arizona’s taste coating her tongue and she fucking loved it – musky, salty, delicious – but she’d be damned if she let Arizona have her release already. She slowly loosened her hand and ran her thumb over Arizona’s tip one last time before she stood up and took in Arizona’s face. She was bright red, breathing hard, and beautiful.
“I hate you,” Arizona mumbled as her cock jerked indignantly. She could feel Callie’s spit cooling in the air and it made her shiver, even as she leaned up to kiss Callie messily and moaned at the taste of herself.
“You don’t,” Callie whispered against her lips, mightily pleased with herself. “If anything, I’d say you were happy to see me.”
Confirming the statement, she ground herself up against Arizona and let out a soft groan when their crotches collided.
Arizona managed a hoarse laugh, even as her orgasm receded and her cock strained from her hips, aching for any kind of friction. “Of course I’m happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.”
Callie hummed happily as her hand roamed down Arizona’s side and grabbed roughly at her ass, the flesh soft and warm against her palm. She felt Arizona gasp against her and delved lower with her middle finger, surprised to find lubricated warmth there, as though waiting for her.
“You’re prepped,” Callie murmured, almost a question and almost a statement filled with wonder. “Had plans for this evening?”
“I was gonna use the clone of you,” Arizona mumbled, heat high in her face. “So, I prepped. But then I got distracted with edging and you’re here now, and…”
“And what?” Callie implored, tilting her head like a cat. Her eyes glinted with mischief. “And now you want the real thing?”
Arizona huffed but didn’t deny it. “That makes me sound really needy.”
“How about… you can fuck me after,” Callie murmured, and it was a proposition that she knew Arizona wouldn’t be able to deny. She watched Arizona’s eyes widen, watched her mull it over as though flipping a playing card between her fingers, and then she saw the moment she agreed. Saw it even before Arizona spoke.
“Yes,” Arizona said finally, a slight plea in it. “I want the real thing. But only because you’ve been gone for four days and I’ve been so damn horny the whole time.”
“Have you touched until tonight?” Callie asked, her middle finger circling Arizona’s already loosened hole. She held eye contact, watching Arizona’s eyes flutter shut before they opened again.
“Yes,” Arizona said again, an admittance like a fallen feather. “Once.”
Her hand moved to overlay Callie’s, guiding and pressing her finger further until it breached her entrance. Her breathing shuddered and she couldn’t look away from Callie, lost in her eyes and the way her eyebrows arched so perfectly.
Callie crooked her finger, not fighting it. They were pressed together from thighs to chest, Arizona naked and Callie still fully clothed. She murmured, “where’d you finish?”
“A tissue,” Arizona breathed, need in every syllable. “And my hand.”
“What a waste,” Callie said in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.
“I know,” Arizona answered in a voice just as quiet. Their noses were brushing and Arizona’s muscles were fluttering around Callie’s finger, aching for movement or the stretch that could only come from pure Callie.
Callie tutted, though it was fond. She pulled her hand back and heard Arizona whimper, maintaining eye contact as she tugged her t-shirt off over her head. She dropped it to the floor, followed by her bra, and stretched by pushing her chest out and her arms back.
Arizona’s eyes were dark as the night and wide as dinner plates. She couldn’t look away, even stumbling back a step to see the full picture a little better. She scanned Callie from head to toe – cocked eyebrow, heaving chest, hard nipples, obvious bulge in dark jeans – and just wanted to devour her where she stood.
Callie’s smirk could have powered a small town. She saw Arizona’s cock jerk as though reacting to the sight before it, saw the way Arizona was looking at her, and by God if it didn’t make her feel good.
She dropped a hand to the buckle on her belt, then paused. She tilted her head and asked, “want me to take my pants off?”
The groan Arizona made was adorably indignant. “No, Calliope, I want you to put all your clothes back on and fuck off back to Chicago; what do you think I want you to do?!” Her face was slightly red, chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm that made her breasts bounce.
Callie bit back a laugh. “Okay, okay.”
With that, her hands were working to undo her belt and the button on her pants, shoving them down her legs with her comfortable red boxers that she’d worn for the flight back. Not the sexiest underwear she owned, but Arizona was watching her like she just wanted to take a bite and Callie didn’t care. Not when her cock was finally freed, swinging up to smack her in the stomach before it settled.
Seven inches and thick, Arizona stared like she’d never seen Callie naked before. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re really hard.”
“So are you,” Callie answered easily, stepping out of her pants and kicking them aside. Her hand found her cock and gave it an experimental tug; the touch made her inhale hard and close her eyes for a brief moment.
Arizona strode forward and leaned up to kiss Callie again, deep and firm and pleading in all the right ways. Their crotches collided between them, throbbing and heated skin meeting in a way that felt like heaven. Arizona didn’t even know if she was aware that she was rutting against her wife because she was kissing her in that out of control way that was all teeth and tongues and the need to be close.
“I need you,” Arizona said into the kiss, her hands exploring the deliciously toned planes of Callie’s back and shoulders as her desperation mounted. “Like, now.”
The words made Callie smile. She kissed her once before directing, “hands and knees, my love. Wait for me.”
The prospect of Callie being inside her when Arizona had been planning to use the silicone clone of Callie’s cock felt like the greatest aphrodisiac. She kissed Callie again, repetitive and soft, and mumbled, “thank you. Thank you.”
Callie smiled and murmured, “alright. Hands and knees.”
The speed with which Arizona turned around, shoved the comforter off the bed, and threw herself onto it would have been a little funny if Callie hadn’t been feeling that same desperation. The action of throwing the comforter made something heavy hit the floor with a thud, and Callie bit back a laugh when she stepped sideways and found the dildo laying on the comforter on the hardwood. She bent down and grabbed it, familiar in her hand, and straightened up.
Arizona had bought her the set to make a clone of her cock for a birthday the year before, and though it had been taken as a joke, it was insane how much Arizona loved it. Loved having part of Callie with her all the time, and especially loved using it at the same time as Callie fucked her. Callie secretly loved it too.
Callie held the clone next to her length for a moment, admiring how well the copy had turned out – every vein and definition was perfect, despite being cast in pink, sparkly silicone. It made her smile.
“Lost something?” she teased, tossing the dildo to the pillows at the head of the bed.
Settling into place, Arizona saw it land and felt her face flush. Then she said, “nope.”
“You haven’t lost anything?” Callie asked coyly, stepping closer and running her hand up Arizona’s leg. She scanned her wife for a moment, pausing in between her legs when she found her pretty and pink and waiting for her. She bent and gently bit down onto the flesh of Arizona’s ass, making her jump.
Arizona made a sound like a whine, then said breathlessly, “I haven’t lost anything. I, uh, put that there to serve a purpose.”
“A purpose, huh?” Callie mused, biting down again before letting her tongue trace up the valley of Arizona’s ass. She felt Arizona tense and release beneath her when she ran around the pucker of her asshole, kissing over it before she clicked her tongue and said, “you used the strawberry flavoured lube.”
Arizona huffed, hips subconsciously rolling into nothing. Her voice came out low. “You know it’s my favourite.”
“It’s mine too,” Callie murmured, kissing down Arizona’s perinium and following the path with her tongue as her hand rose and her thumb pressed against Arizona’s entrance. She eased her way past the first ring of muscle, twitching her thumb and feeling Arizona’s pulse flutter around her.
“Fuck…” Arizona whispered, mostly to herself, as her wife continued to kiss and breach her most sensitive areas. Her cock was running precum like a damned tap. “Fuck, Callie, please…”
Callie pressed one last kiss to Arizona’s perinium, then straightened up and settled on her knees between Arizona’s legs. She rocked her thumb back and forth a few times, working her way deeper, before she asked softly, “have you got lube within reaching distance?”
Arizona glanced back at Callie, then reached her arm out and grabbed the bottle from where she’d placed it between the pillows at the head of the bed. She threw the bottle in Callie’s direction and immediately heard the cap click open as Callie’s thumb withdrew. She groaned softly at the loss of contact, clenching around nothing and just waiting for Callie to move.
After drizzling lube onto her cock, Callie tossed the bottle aside and took her cock in her right hand, spreading the clear fluid over it. She stroked for a few seconds, then smacked it down onto Arizona’s ass after a moment and then leaned over her wife, grazing her teeth over her shoulder as she whispered, “you been dreaming about this? About being on all fours for me?”
“Yes,” Arizona moaned quietly, pushing up into Callie’s body heat as she felt Callie start to slowly grind into the cleft of her ass. Callie’s chest was pressing into her upper back, and Arizona was addicted to the way Callie’s skin felt against hers, especially after days apart. Her cock was hanging flushed and heavy between her legs, waiting for attention, but Arizona was half worried that she would cum at the slightest touch; it was better to stay away and just let Callie do whatever she wanted, like Arizona had been craving for days now.
“You’re so beautiful,” Callie murmured, tracing her teeth up the shell of Arizona’s ear and clinking against the jewellery there. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Arizona answered, low and breathy. “Please, Calliope. Fuck me.”
“Okay, my love,” Callie conceded, though it was in no way difficult. She smiled against Arizona’s skin, then kissed the base of her neck and straightened up. She ran her hands up and down Arizona’s back for a moment, residual lube shining in the light as she took in the contours and definitions of muscle beneath pale skin that she adored.
She took Arizona’s ass in both hands and spread her open just a little more, then took her cock in her right hand and started pressing into her. She was gloriously tight and Callie’s teeth dug hard into her lip to stop herself from making a pathetically pleased sound. There was nothing quite like being inside Arizona. (Apart from maybe Arizona being inside her, but that was for later.)
Arizona moaned approvingly, pushing back into Callie as she worked her way deeper, rocking back and forth to ease the way. Callie was in no way small, but the burn was addictive when she made her way past both rings of muscle and settled her entire length deep into Arizona’s tight passage. Arizona’s hands were fisted into the bedsheets, and her weight fell to her forearms, forehead pressed hard into the mattress as she clenched around Callie and whispered, “fuck, yes.”
Callie paused when her hips met Arizona’s, throwing her head back and biting her lip to stop herself from finishing right away. Arizona was so soft around her and Callie could feel her heartbeat throbbing erratically in her inner walls, stimulating her too.
Shifting slightly on her knees, Callie bent down and kissed Arizona’s spine. She said softly, “you take me so well.”
The words made Arizona smile, and she murmured, “start moving. Please move.”
“In a moment,” Callie answered, peppering lazy kisses across Arizona’s shoulders. “Just… feel me for a bit.”
“I can feel you,” Arizona mumbled as she rolled her hips a little in a silent plea. “I can fucking feel you all over me, Callie. Please. I’ve been teasing myself for so long.”
“What’s a few more minutes?” Callie asked, humour in it though she was desperate too. Arousal was thrumming in her veins and she was starting to sweat, a bead of it running down the center of her chest when she straightened up again and ran her hands up and down Arizona’s back again and again. Her hand snuck around Arizona’s hip and found her cock, hand closing gently around it and giving a few experimental tugs.
Arizona jerked and gasped, instinctively bucking into Callie’s hand and fucking herself onto Callie’s cock in the same action, making them both groan. Arizona especially so when the movement had the head of Callie’s cock nudging against her prostate, sending a bolt of pleasure all the way up her spine to make her scalp tingle.
“Fuck, fuck- I’m sorry,” Arizona gasped, her back arching while she fought not to reach release. She rhythmically tightened and pulsed around Callie’s cock, fighting to keep her breathing even.
“It’s okay,” Callie said softly, her own breath hitching in her chest. She swallowed, throwing her head back, and then said, “you want me to move? Want me to fuck you like you’ve been edging to for so long?”
“Yes!” Arizona cried pleadingly, smacking her hand down onto the bed.
“Ask and you shall receive,” Callie said smugly, rocking forward just the smallest amount.
“Fuck me,” Arizona gasped, reaching around and grabbing for Callie, nails scratching her thigh. Callie found her hand and held it tightly. “Please, fuck me. Please, Calliope, I’ve been so good—”
The praise kink reared its head like it had been waiting for that exact moment, and Arizona didn’t even care. She wanted it. Needed it. Because then Callie whispered, “good girl,” and started to move.
Callie withdrew herself almost all the way, the pushed back into Arizona with an easy, smooth motion. Their skin collided with a slap due to the force that Callie put into the thrust, and Arizona was fucking gone.
She was completely at Callie’s mercy, on her knees and presenting for her, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else. Every brush over her prostate was a bolt of pleasure up her spine, rock hard cock swinging between her legs and dribbling clear precum with every pass.
Callie started up a deep, even rhythm, murmuring affirmations and watching Arizona writhe beneath her like she was made to be there. She kept hold on Arizona’s hand, squeezing firmly, and said, “you feel so good. So good, Arizona. I’ve missed you. Missed you so much.”
“So do you,” Arizona mumbled back, broken by lewd moans. “So, so fucking good, Callie- so- so good.”
After a few minutes of collision and affirmation, Callie spotted the dildo up on the pillow. She smirked to herself, breathless, and thrusted into Arizona deep and hard before she stilled. It made Arizona jerk and gasp, but Callie didn’t wait a moment before directing, “suck it.”
“What?” was the only word Arizona could find. Her body was doused in pleasure, and it was all she could focus on.
Callie leaned over Arizona, releasing the hold on her hand, and managed to grab the dildo by catching the ridge of the head with her fingertips. She dragged it closer and blindly swiped it over Arizona’s lips, saying again, “suck it.”
Arizona blinked. And then she did it. She let the dildo intrude across her tongue, moaning lewdly around it, and bobbed her head to take it further. Then there was a hand on the back of her head, controlling the movements and forcing her to match the rhythm of Callie fucking her hard. Arizona sucked it, swirling her tongue and lightly gagging when it brushed the back of her throat, but she didn’t give in.
Callie wanted her to suck, so she would fucking suck the damn thing. And she would enjoy it.
All Callie could do was watch and control as Arizona’s head moved up and down, eyes flicking from that sight to the image of her cock disappearing into her wife on every thrust forward. The lube made every sound obscene, sticky and wet, and Callie would have it no other way.
Arizona didn’t know how much time had passed before Callie pulled out and left her achingly empty, but she knew that she whined indignantly and pulled off the dildo to gasp, “what are you doing?”
Callie stroked her cock as she rounded the bed and sat down on the edge of it, then threw her legs onto it, leaned back and rested her head on a pillow with a smirk. She met Arizona’s eye, saw the spit dripping from her chin and stringing between her and the dildo, and knew that a sight could hardly be more erotic. Her cock was dripping.
She lifted a hand and cupped Arizona’s face, then whispered, “I want to see you when you ride me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Arizona mumbled, body raging with heat. She didn’t waste a second before she sat up onto her knees and straddled Callie’s lap, rock hard cocks meeting between them. Callie’s was still shining with lube and Arizona’s was glistening with precum, visibly throbbing, and Arizona took them both in her right hand. She looked up at Callie’s face through her eyelashes as she started jacking them both off, breathing hard through her mouth though she was biting her lip.
“God, Arizona,” Callie whispered approvingly, her head falling to the pillow and back arching slightly into Arizona’s hand.
Pleased that she could still be the one to take her wife by surprise, Arizona leaned forward and spat onto their cocks, further slickening the pathway. The glide of her hand was beautiful, soft palm running over both of their tips at the same time and making them both gasp when the sensitive skin collided in something like a kiss. The sound of Arizona’s hand moving was the best thing either of them had ever heard, and Arizona rubbed them both for a while until she felt like she was near orgasm again. Then she let them go, chest heaving, to lift herself up and take Callie’s length in her hand. She ran her thumb over Callie’s tip, then angled her backwards until she was nudging at Arizona’s asshole once again.
As she always did, Arizona found Callie’s gaze and held it when she sunk down onto her. Callie’s gaze was like fire, eyes dilated and dark as coal, and Arizona was addicted to how it felt to be watched. She moaned softly, rolling her hips, as her hands found Callie’s sides and held on tightly.
Callie’s hands moved to Arizona’s hips, guiding her movements as she ground back and forth, and all she could do was look up at her goddess of a wife. Arizona’s hair was down around her shoulders, glowing golden in the light, and her chest was heaving with her quick breathing. Her nipples were peaked with arousal and Callie knew she could never get enough of Arizona being on top. Especially because Arizona’s cock was smacking into Callie’s stomach on every grind, thrust and drop back down, leaving a trail of shiny and sticky precum that Callie just wanted to taste.
As Arizona moved, Callie gently wrapped her hand around Arizona’s base, squeezing softly. She heard Arizona swear under her breath and her movements stuttered slightly but didn’t stop. In fact, as she moved and fucked herself both onto Callie’s cock and into Callie’s hand, she only seemed to get more enthusiastic.
Arizona lifted her hands above her head, stretching and pushing her chest out, as she sat her full weight onto Callie’s crotch and ground in little circles, every movement edging her closer. How she hadn’t cum yet she didn’t know, because she could feel it coiling low in her gut and tightening her balls with every movement.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered a moment later, slowing down her thrusts into Callie’s hand because she didn’t want to come without permission. Not now – she’d come too far to give in now. She was breathless and panting, sweat tracing down her chest and sides, and her hands were clammy when they lowered to grasp at Callie’s sides.
“Me too,” Callie gasped, her voice low from arousal. She rolled them over, pushing Arizona flat to the bed on her back with a squeak, and leaned down to kiss her as she started to fuck Arizona again, deep and slow.
Arizona’s hands grabbed desperately at Callie’s arms, her legs wrapping around Callie’s thighs. She kissed Callie back, panting into each other’s mouths.
“I love you,” Callie whispered, speeding up every movement with soft grunts on every push forward. She pressed her forehead to Arizona’s and whispered again, “I love you so, so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” Arizona answered on a needy whine, tossing her head back and thrashing slightly with the need for release. Before she could even ask, Callie was back up on her knees and there was a hand wrapped around her cock, jacking her off in time with Callie’s thrusts.
Arizona’s back arched, a choked moan sounding from her throat before she moaned, “yes- fuck, Callie, fuck—"
Her hands clutched at Callie’s thighs, pulling her closer, as her head fell back and pleasure wrapped around her spine like a hand. The room smelled of sex, sweat and them, the sweet smell of the strawberry lube only adding to the atmosphere. Arizona hadn’t thought she’d get that tonight, the closeness and the intimacy and the hard fucking she’d been craving since she’d kissed Callie goodbye at the hospital four days before, and she was so impossibly glad that Callie was back.
Callie was fucking into her hard and deep and their skin was colliding with a slap on every push forward. One of Callie’s hands was still running up and down Arizona’s cock while the other was pressing down on Arizona’s stomach, just below her navel, and the pressure from the outside combined with the new angle was making Callie routinely stimulate Arizona’s prostate. She was a writhing and moaning mess, drool running from one corner of her mouth as she rolled her hips up against Callie in a plea for her to keep fucking going.
“Good girl,” Callie was panting, able to feel Arizona tightening around her and craving more of the sensation. She ran her palm over the head of Arizona’s cock and grasped her just a little tighter, knowing that Arizona was getting closer from how rock hard she was in her hand.
“Callie,” Arizona managed, her voice strained and pleading. Her head thrashed against the bed as her legs tightened around Callie, sweat running down her temple and all thoughts lost except for Callie. Her wife was all she could think about – she way she was stretching her open, the magic of her warm and strong hands, the catch of the ridge of her cock every time she almost pulled all the way out and then pushed back in.
“Calliope, I need- please- I’m so close, I’m so fucking close—”
Listening, Callie didn’t stop. She was close too, body burning with the need to empty herself into her wife, and she kept up the steady pumping of her hand on Arizona’s cock as she fucked her in that same rhythm.
“You- you can cum whenever you like,” Callie said breathlessly, leaning over Arizona one more time to kiss her soundly. It was messy, spit and collision, before she sat back up and moved just a little harder.
Permission granted, Arizona overlaid Callie’s hand on her cock with her own, guiding the rhythm just a little. She made it a little faster, made the grip a little tighter, and Callie echoed it in the way she was fucking into her.
“Oh, fuck- Callie, I’m gonna—”
Arizona felt her balls draw up, felt white hot pleasure barrel up her spine and down her legs when Callie hit her spot just right, and her release hit her like a slap. She cried out in pleasure as her cock jerked and she spilled herself over both her and Callie’s hands, ropes of white arcing in the air and landing over her stomach. A particularly strong one painted the center of her chest, and she was completely mindless as she rode it out, clenching around Callie’s cock and moaning with every pulse.
The tightening and throbbing of Arizona’s tight passage hauled Callie’s orgasm to the surface as she fucked Arizona through it, murmuring affirmations that devolved into quietly cried curses in both English and Spanish. Her rhythm turned erratic as she fought for it, taking in the image of Arizona spent and beautiful beneath her and knowing that nothing could be more erotic.
“Dios mio, Arizona, follar—"
Callie slammed into Arizona as deeply as she could and felt her cock twitch with every pulse of release she spilled into her wife. Her left hand was still wrapped around Arizona’s softening cock and her right was holding onto Arizona’s thigh with enough pressure to leave red marks behind, nails indenting crescents into soft skin as she half collapsed over Arizona, breathing hard.
Her cock was still jerking somewhere deep inside Arizona, tight inner walls milking every drop of cum from her cock. Callie’s right hand moved from Arizona’s thigh to land on the bed beside Arizona’s chest, catching her weight when she let her head hang and her body follow.
There was a beat of silence, filled with heavy breathing and aftershocks, before Callie found enough brain to speak. With her heart pounding in her chest and her ears, she swallowed and whispered hoarsely, “you okay?”
Arizona felt brainless. She could feel her release cooling on her skin, sticky and thick, and her inner muscles were still periodically tightening around Callie, who was still lodged as deeply inside her as she could go. Callie’s cum was warm inside her and she giggled tiredly, opening her eyes and blinking up at her wife with a dopey smile.
Callie shot her a breathless grin, asking again, “you okay?”
“Mmhmm,” Arizona mumbled, void of most thought. All she knew was that she felt so, so fucking good.
Callie leaned down and kissed her softly, then sat back up slightly and dragged two already covered fingers through the white splatters on Arizona’s stomach. She gathered some cum on her fingertips, then lifted her hand and brought them to Arizona’s mouth. She murmured, “we’re not wasting it this time.”
Even without an order, Arizona obeyed. She opened her mouth and took Callie’s fingers inside, sucking them clean and humming lowly around the taste of herself. She didn’t look away from Callie’s face as she swallowed, bobbing her head just slightly and letting Callie’s fingers intrude across her tongue.
“Well done,” Callie said softly, smiling as she withdrew her fingers. They were still joined at the crotch when Callie swiped through Arizona’s cum again and took some for herself that time, holding eye contact when she licked her fingers clean and swallowed.
“Fuck, Callie,” Arizona mumbled, spent cock reacting to the scene with a tired twitch. “Thank you for coming home.”
Callie grinned, withdrawing herself from Arizona with a soft groan and saying quietly, “thank the week old lobster for almost killing half the staff and quite a few of the guests. They didn’t have enough people to run the thing, so they sent us all home. I don’t think I’d want to stay in a hotel with at least a hundred people with food poisoning, anyway. I’d much rather be right... here.”
Though she wanted to sing and dance that Callie would rather be with her than at a conference, Arizona grimaced. “Quite.” She felt herself clench around nothing, feeling empty and a little loose when she felt Callie’s release start to trickle from her. She shifted on the bed, deliciously achy, and asked, “hey, why didn’t you have the lobster? You love lobster.”
Callie ignored the way her face flushed red. She cleared her throat and said, “I missed that dinner. I was, uh, I was busy.”
Arizona lifted an eyebrow. “Busy doing what?”
Callie huffed, leaning down to lick a long stripe up Arizona’s chest and clean up the white stripe that had settled there. She hummed happily around the taste and felt Arizona’s muscles twitch under her before she swallowed and said, “I may or may not have been doing a little bit of self-care. You’re not the only one who did some missing in our time apart.”
“You missed the dodgy lobster dinner because you were jacking off?”
“Yes,” Callie answered patiently, still cleaning up the mess of Arizona’s stomach and hand. She sucked each of Arizona’s fingers clean, then asked, “any more questions, my lady?”
Arizona smiled tiredly. “None that matter.”
Callie smiled back, squeezing Arizona’s hand before moving to lay beside her, gathering her into her arms. She let Arizona’s head settle on her bare chest, sweat slick skin tacky between them, and kissed Arizona’s temple. Her arms wrapped around her wife and she whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Arizona murmured back, curling into Callie’s warmth with a smile that wouldn’t fade. A few moments later, she asked, “are you still gonna let me fuck you next?”
“After we’ve had time to recharge,” Callie said, holding back a yawn. “Maybe tomorrow. I still need to shower tonight because I am gross.”
“We’re both gross.”
“That’s true.”
“Maybe I could fuck you in the shower.”
“Now, that’s a plan.”