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Mon blew the hair out of her face as she looked in the mirror. She was annoyed, her hair disheveled from running her fingers through it in frustration. She had not had a chance to see her wife all day and that was putting her in a worse mood. With Sam out of the office, she had to take care of all the day-to-day operations and she didn't enjoy dealing with all of the minutia. The day was almost over, and she would be able to go home and wait for her wife. Mon was staring at her reflection when her phone dinged with a notification. She frowned once she opened, there on her screen was a picture Sam had posted to social media. Sam was handling an off-site meeting with a potential client; she should have been in some office somewhere not posting online. Mon felt her annoyance rise as she took in the picture her wife had posted. She was in casual clothes, clothes that Mon knows she was not wearing when she left the house. Clothes she knows for a fact that Sam does not own. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful and Mon didn't realize she was biting her bottom lip while looking at her wife. Her hair was down; she was in jeans and a white knitted shirt. She looked breathtaking. Mon's focus was on the three unbuttoned buttons and the slightly visible swell of her cleavage. Mon licked her lips and pressed her thighs together.
She took a few steadying breaths before she dialed her wife's phone number and waited for her to answer. Her annoyance and frustration bubbling over when Sam didn't answer her call. She clutched her phone in her hand and stormed out of the bathroom. In a flurry of movement, she grabbed all of her things, told everyone she was leaving for the say and headed out. She ordered a car to pick her up from the office. She was going to find her wife. She tried to call Sam again and again there was no answer. She sent a text. No response. Mon sighed and slumped into the backseat. She was headed to where Sam should have been having a meeting. She would find her wife. She watched the city pass as she looked out of the window. Her thoughts on her wife and on the way that picture teased her.
All day she had been thinking about Sam, about the taste of her soft skin on her lips, about her hand wrapped in Mon's hair. She was shaken out of her thoughts when the car pulled over. She thanked the driver and got out. As she had started to make her way towards the building, she stopped. She would recognize the sound of Sam's voice anywhere. Mon turned towards where her wife's voice was coming from and she frowned. Sam was talking with two young men. One was a photographer that they had worked with before. The other, a complete stranger. He looked to be younger than Mon, taller too, his dark brown skin was glowing in the afternoon sun, objectively handsome. Sam was smiling, a real smile not the tight fake smile she used with strangers. Mon felt her annoyance give way to jealousy. Sam still had not noticed Mon, she was so engrossed in the conversation to see her wife a few meters away.
She wanted to approach her wife and stake her claim, but her feet wouldn't move. All she could do was watch as Sam and those men talked. She stood there for several moments before someone joined her.
"You're Mon right?" A soft feminine voice asked from right next to her.
Mon tore her eyes away from her wife to look at who had spoken to her. She nodded to the stranger and gave her a wai in greeting. She looked just like the man speaking with Sam, young, tall, dark skin, and handsome in that way some women with a specific kind of energy were.
"Khun Sam showed us your picture. She showed us a lot of your pictures. We didn't know you would be joining us, but please, come. Let me introduce you to my brother." She said gesturing with her hand towards where Sam was still engaged in conversation.
"Look who I ran into!" Mon heard her, but her eyes were on her wife.
Sam turned and saw their new client and her wife walking towards them. Immediately the smile on her face grew brighter at the sight of her wife. She could read Mon like a book and could tell she was jealous. She did her best to keep her face from revealing how much she loved jealous Mon.
"Mon!" Sam beamed at her wife and reached out to wrap her hands around Mon's arm.
Mon did her best and listened as she was introduced and as Sam explained that they were the new clients. The meeting had gone well, and they had spent the better part of the afternoon outlining their first project and showing Sam photos of the stars of their platform. They had started to head towards a nearby restaurant, Mon was made aware that they were headed to dinner and she was welcome to join. Mon accepted the invitation. She was not leaving her wife alone, not because she didn't trust her, but because she had missed her all day. Maybe also because she didn't like the way that these clients were looking at her wife.
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Once they were lead to their table, Mon pulled out Sam's chair. She normally would not do so, especially in the company of strangers, but she needed to make a statement. Sam for her part did not act surprised in the least. Mon took her seat next to Sam and was regaled with Sam's adventure filled day.
"This looks good on you." Mon said pointedly as she fixed Sam's shirt collar.
"Oh, there was an incident involving a smoothie and a puppy." Sam said smiling while looking down at herself.
Mon couldn't help but smile herself. Sam had a soft spot for puppies and her face would light up at the mention of them. She was brought out of her musings by Sam's mirthful voice. Sam loved animals and luckily animals loved Sam too. They could feel her soft nature. Mon was attentive as her wife and the clients explained that the new clients managed an animal rescue and had taken advantage of the location to bring a few of their stars for a mini photoshoot. One of which had been so excited to meet Sam that she had knocked over a smoothie with her wagging tail, stepped in it and then jumped up on Sam. She had ended up covered in smoothie and dog prints.
"I had to go next door and purchase something and this was the best they had to offer." Sam said sounding a bit sheepish.
"You always look beautiful." Mon said with a smile on her face as she took Sam's hand, letting her know that she was not upset.
She was not upset at her wife. She was upset at how both of the siblings were looking at her wife. She was upset at how they were acting towards HER WIFE. They were not being overt in their actions, but Mon could tell that even knowing that Sam was married was not much of a determent for either of them. They did not understand that Sam was reacting to the animals and not to them and Mon couldn't tell them without coming off rude and mean. So she bit her tongue and held Sam's hand as she talked about the different animals she had met that day.
Dinner was going well. They ordered food to share and spoke about the deal. Mon watched for a while before she excused herself to the bathroom when they started talking about the campaign. She needed a moment. The way the siblings were looking at Sam like they wanted to taste her was going to drive Mon crazy. She should have stayed in the office. She should have gone home. She splashed some water on her face to try and calm herself. This was a business meeting. A business meeting that she walked into and would be professional for. All those thoughts of professionalism washed down the drain when Sam walked into the bathroom. Mon locked eyes with her in the mirror. She turned and walked them both into the last stall.
Sam had followed Mon to check on her. She was not expecting to be cornered into a bathroom stall. She didn't even consider protesting when Mon claimed her lips in a kiss. Sam wrapped her arms around Mon's shoulders and let her press her into the stall wall as she devoured her. Sam held on as Mon's tongue lavished her mouth. She tasted like the strawberry smoothie she had ordered and Sam wanted more. She moaned into Mon's mouth when she felt her slot her knee between Sam's legs. Sam dropped her hips to rub her center on her wife's thigh. She canted her hips to give herself pleasure. She was dripping wet already. Mon letting her jealous side win out and staking her claim on her aroused her to no end. She never considered being possessed by anyone until Mon stated she was hers, but she was. Sam was irrevocably Mon's so when Mon shoved her hand into Sam's pants and underwear Sam could only hold on as her wife sank her fingers into her.
Mon knew that they didn't have time for what she really wanted. Sam was turned on, but nowhere near an orgasm and they needed to get back to the table. They were still technically working. Mon held her fingers inside Sam for a moment longer. Reluctantly she pulled her fingers out of Sam and her hand out her pants. She let her forehead rest on Sam's as they both caught their breath.
"I am yours, always." Sam said as she rubbed Mon's back soothingly.
"Sorry. I just..." Mon apologized.
"Do not apologize for loving me." Sam said as she leaned in to give Mon a chaste peck. "They really got under your skin?"
Mon licked her fingers as she locked eyes with Sam. Her tongue wrapping around each digit, savoring the taste of her wife over every knuckle. She saw Sam gulp as she watched her.
"I saw the picture you posted and in a fit of jealousy I found myself here." Mon confessed almost looking sheepish.
"Would you feel better or worse if I told you that I posted it knowing that it would make you possessive of me?" Sam asked while she licked her lips. Her hands still rubbing up and down Mon's back.
Mon grabbed hold of her hips and leaned her body into her wife's. Her eyes growing darker as Sam spoke.
"You knew I would get jealous and come here? You wanted me to take you right here? In front of them?" Mon husked out as she tightened her fingers on Sam's waist.
Sam saw Mon's cheeks turn pink with a blush. She looked good enough to eat and wished that she could drop to her knees and do just that. She couldn't. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Mon's shoulders and leaned in to give her a sweet kiss.
"I expected you to get jealous and then take me hard once I got home. Maybe up against the door or let me pleasure you with my mouth, kneeling on the kitchen floor for you. You get a certain air about you when you get jealous. But this, you showing up here was a delightful surprise." Sam whispered into Mon's mouth.
Mon was panting against Sam. Their bodies pressed together. Mon's underwear bearing the brunt of Sam's words. She kissed Sam hard and then pulled away before she unlocked the stall door and went to wash her hands leaving Sam against the wall as she tried to calm herself down. Mon dried her hands and watched Sam lean over the sink to wash her own hands. She could see Sam's reflection on the vanity. Could see straight down her shirt. Mon's own nipples reacting to the sight of Sam's breast swaying as she vigorously scrubbed her hands. When Sam was done, she straightened up and reached for a paper towel. Mon watched her stretch, watched her shirt ride up and her skin peek through. Mon stepped behind her, her hands on the bare skin of Sam's waist. Mon buried her nose into Sam's hair and she pulled Sam back, her hips flush against Sam's ass. She reached around and dipped her fingertips into the waistband of Sam's jeans, watched her through the mirror as she shivered. Mon then trailed her hands up, cupping Sam and squeezing her breasts before she buttoned up her shirt. She fastened all the buttons up to her collar.
"I don't need those people looking at what belongs to me." Mon whispered into Sam's ear before she pulled herself away from her wife.
Sam watched Mon through the mirror and swallowed at the reminder that she belongs to Mon. She felt her arousal dripping again. She needed this meeting to end soon so that she could take her wife home and let her make her claim.
They joined the table and ate as they went over work and scheduling. Mon's hand firmly wedged between Sam's thighs, just resting there. Not doing anything but keeping hold of what was hers. By the time they paid the bill and headed out, Sam felt like she would explode. She was so turned on. Mon had been a professional as always, but her hand had stayed between Sam's legs and Sam was sure that there would be a wet spot on the chair when she stood up. She didn't even want to check, grateful that the restaurant was dimly lit for ambiance and the night had settled in outside so even if her arousal had soaked through her jeans, it wouldn't be too noticeable.
"Order a car." Sam said.
"You drove here." Mon questioned.
"I am in no state to drive, we need to get home now." Sam practically growled.
Mon swallowed and ordered the car. Her hand around Sam's waist holding her close. She wanted to kiss her, but they were standing on the curb and it would not be appropriate. Mon noticed how Sam was staring at her. Sam would lick her lips as she ran her gaze up and down Mon and Mon shivered at the hungry look. She was startled when her phone pinged with a notification letting her know that the car had arrived. She looked around and frowned when she did not see a car.
"It says the car is here, but I don't see it." Mon said as she looked up and down the street.
Sam noticed Mon's slight frown and leaned closer to look at the phone. She saw what Mon had missed.
"Mon, love, you ordered a bike not a car." Sam said while gesturing to the phone.
"I was distracted." She said as she looked down and cringed. "Let me cancel it and order a car."
"No." Sam interrupted.
"No?" Mon questioned her wife.
"I am not wasting another moment." She said already stepping towards the bike that was waiting for them.
Mon looked at her in awe. She walked up to her wife then turned to the driver. They both gave him a wai before mounting behind him. Mon first and Sam behind her. Mon felt Sam snake her arms around her waist and clutch her tightly. Mon reached back, behind Sam, and grabbed the handle on the back to secure them both. The driver took off and Mon felt Sam tighten her hold on her.
Sam's thighs were on either side of Mon's, she could feel her wife's body against her chest. Sam hugged Mon tighter to her loving the contrast of the cool night air whipping past them and the warmth of Mon's body against her. She bit back her moans when the bike hit a bump. The pressure between her legs driving her lust filled mind. She tightened her hold on Mon, letting her fingers dip into the waistline of Mon's flowy skirt. Mon's skin was so warm and soft. Sam wanted to sink her fingers into Mon, wanted to let the bumpy ride set the rhythm of her fingers. The rhythm the same as how the seat was brushing against her own wet core as they sped through the night. Sam had been worked up from the moment Mon shoved her into the stall. She had felt herself dripping through dinner as Mon kept her hand between her thighs, and now she was completely wrapped around Mon and it was making her throb. The way that her breasts bumped against Mon's back as they made their way through Bangkok traffic adding to her state of arousal.
Mon was thankful that her hands were around the handlebar. Had they not been, she would have buried them in Sam's hair and pulled Sam into her neck. She could feel Sam wiggling behind her and how she clenched her thighs. Mon swallowed every moan that rose in her throat as Sam's hands were stroking her through her shirt. She couldn't help the whimper that left her when she felt Sam's fingers just under the fabric of her skirt. So warm that Mon wanted to melt into her wife's touch. She bit her lip when the bike jarred and that caused Sam's fingers to sink deeper into her skirt. Still not where she needed them, but trailing fire through her. The bike was an accident, but it was also the fastest way to get home and they needed to be home as soon as possible. Mon could feel how hot Sam's body was behind her. She could feel her heat on her ass even through their clothes. She knew that it was unfair that she had riled Sam up at the restaurant even if Sam had teased her on purpose with that picture. Mon's jealousy had taken over her, and she lost control for a moment. Once they got home though, she planned to lose control again. Mon gasped when Sam's fingers pulled out of her skirt and dipped beneath her shirt. Sam's fingers hot on her skin and her pressing her breasts against Mon's back had Mon panting.
They were both broken out of their lustful thoughts as the driver pulled over on the side of the road in front of their home. Sam reluctantly let go of Mon and got off the bike. She was a little wobbly on her feet but still held out her hand to help Mon get off the bike. They didn't speak as they walked in. Both were breathing hard, worked up, and barely holding on.
Sam opened the door and held it for Mon to walk in. She turned to lock the door. She stepped out of her shoes and had to catch herself against the door as Mon pressed her forward. She moaned loudly when Mon slipped her hand into her pants and thrust two fingers into her. The pace was brutal. Sam practically leaning against the door as Mon fucked her hard. She was gushing, could feel the wetness dripping out of her. Mon's other hand snaking up her shirt and pinching her nipple making her arch and scream. She wouldn't last long.
"Mon, yes. You feel...goo..so good. So close..." Sam grunted as the heel of Mon's hand hit her clit with every thrust.
Mon could feel Sam's walls clamping down. Her hand was completely soaked. Sam clawing at the door as Mon's fingers claimed her. Then she pulled back completely.
Sam whined as she felt Mon stop. She was about to orgasm around Mon's long fingers. She fisted her hands against the door and thrust her ass back into her wife.
"Mon?" She questioned still out of breath.
Mon's mouth was watering at the sight of Sam so ready and desperate to be fucked. She turned her so Sam was facing her, her body resting against the door. She looked delicious.
"You lured me in, teased me, you were ready to finger me on the back of that bike. Now it's my turn to tease you. You don't get to come on my fingers just yet. I want you on your knees, tongue out. Before I fuck you, I want to fuck myself on your face." Mon spoke quietly, but her words echoed in the room.
Mon kissed her hard. Let her tongue run wild inside Sam's mouth. She kissed her until they were both panting for breath. Mon watched as Sam's eyes turned almost black with want. Mon stripped completely; her eyes locked on Sam's as she tore off her clothes. She was bare for Sam. Mon reached out to stop Sam when she saw she reached for the button on her pants. Mon didn't want Sam naked yet. Mon undid the top three buttons of Sam's shirt. She took Sam's hand and placed a kiss on it while her other hand went to Sam's shoulder as she gently pushed her down, letting Sam know to get on her knees. She watched as Sam lowered herself and Mon reveled at the sight. The angle just like the picture she had posted. Mon could glimpse into her shirt and see the swell of her breast glowing with the light sheen of sweat. The skin exposed and then covered, the sight on a loop, exposing her skin over and over with every breath as Sam panted through her arousal. Unlike the public post, this vision was just for her. Sam's kiss swollen lips, her skin flushed with arousal, hair disheveled, her thighs clenched together with want and desire. Mon gave Sam's hand one more kiss and she let go as she stepped closer.
Sam licked her lips in anticipation. She watched as Mon moved closer, could smell her arousal. Her mouth watered. She tilted her head and stuck her tongue out. Sam's moan ripped through the room when Mon finally reached her. She took hold of Mon's ass and pulled her even further against her tongue. She kept her mouth open and her tongue out as Mon moved her hips and used her face. All she could do was hang on and let Mon fuck herself.
Mon grabbed Sam's hair, her hand still wet with Sam's juices. She pressed forward. She had Sam leaning against the door as she rubbed her pussy all over her face. Felt how her arousal dripped out of her to cover Sam's face. Mon set a fast pace. She used the hand tangled in Sam's hair to get her exactly where she needed. Felt as Sam pulled, begging for more with her actions. Mon gushed at the knowledge that Sam loved it when Mon used her. She dropped her weight on her next thrust and cried out when Sam pushed her face deeper into Mon.
Sam felt as Mon's juices dripped onto her tongue and she swallowed her own saliva and Mon's arousal. Mon wanted to use her for her own pleasure and Sam wanted to let her. She was dripping into her underwear as she heard Mon's moans. Her own walls clenching around nothing as Mon pulled her hair to better position Sam's mouth. Sam tilted her head back as far as she could, giving Mon even more space to chase her orgasm. Sam felt her top lip twitch with every thrust. Mon's clit dragging over it and tearing a moan out of her. On the next thrust Sam used her tongue and top lip as she sucked hard on Mon's clit.
Mon felt Sam suckling on her clit a moment before she felt her orgasm crash through her. She clenched her hand in Sam's hair and humped into Sam's face. When her orgasm subsided, Mon dropped onto the floor near Sam, tugging her closer. Her hand still in Sam's hair. Mon felt Sam brush her hair out of her face and then kiss her deeply. She moaned at the taste of her own arousal on her wife's face. Once she caught her breath, she tugged on Sam's hair to stop her kisses. Mon looked at her before she switched their positions.
Sam was soaking wet. Her pussy drowning in her own arousal and her face doused in Mon's. She was sprawled on the floor beneath Mon. Her breath hitching as arousal overwhelmed her. She needed Mon. Needed her to ravish her. Needed her to use her again. Anything. She just needed Mon. Sam felt herself throb and drip more arousal at the thought of Mon fucking herself on her again. She watched as Mon took her time to unfasten her pants and slip her hand into her underwear. She knew that she would find a pool of arousal. Could feel her own juices on her thighs and flooding her underwear and pants.
Mon groaned at the feel of Sam completely drenched. There was so much more arousal than when she was fingering her against the door. Mon was looking at Sam's face as she entered her fast with three fingers. She watched as Sam's back arched and her skin peaked through the gaps between the buttons. Her shirt was riding up and more of her stomach was exposed. Mon took everything in as she kept her fast pace. Sam was too worked up and wouldn't last long.
Sam reached up to pull Mon down. She wanted to feel her wife's body on top of hers. She felt as Mon let herself be lowered and she arched into the feeling of Mon's hot skin rubbing against the exposed skin on her stomach. She wanted to feel Mon. Wanted to feel their skin rubbing against each other. She wanted their sweat and juices mixed. Sam moaned at the thought and arched her back again.
"Take it off. Let me feel you." Sam grunted the words out between gasps as Mon kept sinking her fingers into her.
"You wanted to tease me with this outfit, then I will fuck you in it. You can take it off when I am done." Mon said as she kept thrusting her fingers.
Sam's walls clamped down on Mon's fingers so tightly that Mon wondered if she would be able to pull them out. She pressed the heel of her hand on Sam's clit as she dragged her fingers all the way out, spreading them slightly against Sam's opening. She knew that the stretch added to her wife's pleasure. Mon thrust her fingers back in as deep as she could and curled them on their way down to hit Sam's front wall. Then she did it again and again. She licked up and down Sam's neck loving the way Sam's body arched and how her moans rippled across Mon's lips as they traveled out of her.
Sam was on the brink of her orgasm. She could feel it growing into an uncontainable ball of pleasure. She dug her nails into Mon's back as she felt Mon grind the heel of her palm on her clit at the same time that her fingertips pressed into that spot inside of her. Mon's mouth was by her ear reminding Sam who she belonged to, as if Sam could ever forget. Sam came hard as Mon claimed her. Her legs trembling and her back arching into her wife.
Mon felt an impossible amount of wetness gush out of Sam as she came on her hand. She kept up her thrusting, not slowing down. She felt as Sam's body shook with the last of her orgasm and still she kept her rhythm. She wasn't done. She needed to feel Sam unravel.
Sam collapsed onto the floor, her arms falling to her sides, legs falling open, her chest rising and falling fast as she fought to catch her breath. Mon still hammering in and out of her ravished pussy. She looked at Mon and her determined face and arched her back again when she felt Mon's other hand snaking into her shirt to twist her nipple. Her next orgasm was already building up, the first barely having passed.
Mon tugged at Sam's shirt and bra until she had a nipple exposed to her mouth and immediately she bent down and ran her tongue over it. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard, feeling Sam clamp down on her fingers. Mon kept her punishing pace on Sam's pussy. Going fast and hard would have Sam creaming into her hand soon. If Sam wanted to drive her crazy with jealousy, well Mon would fuck her into the floor as she claimed her. She kept going as sweat was starting to pool on her back. She would keep going for as long as it took to remind Sam that she belonged to Mon.
Sam writhed on the floor as Mon pushed her past her orgasm and into another one. Her hot mouth suckling her nipple adding pleasure to her already aroused body. She once again wrapped her arms around Mon and held on as Mon fucked into her. It felt like hours. Her thighs trembling at the way her fingers were stretching her walls. Mon was relentless and the pressure she was putting on her clit had her orgasm clawing its way higher and higher. Mon's mouth blissfully torturing her nipples until they were hard and straining against her tongue. Sam felt like she was about to pass out from all the pleasure. When she felt Mon's teeth take hold of her nipple and pull on it, the same way she does her bottom lip, Sam lost it. Mon flinched as Sam's nail dug deep into her back, likely leaving indents if they didn't pierce the skin.
Mon pulled her hand out and made quick work of turning Sam onto her stomach. She pulled Sam's pants and underwear down just enough before she thrust her fingers back into Sam from behind. Mon used her other hand to pull Sam's hips up off the floor as she fingered her hard and fast. She had Sam with her face against the floor, her pants half-way down her thighs and her ass in the air. She made sure to press, hard, on that spot on her front wall with every thrust. The sound of Sam's wet pussy gripping Mon's fingers with every thrust almost drowned out Sam's pleasure-filled moans. Mon was sure that there would be a puddle on the floor beneath Sam. She was so wet and more arousal was pouring out of her with every thrust. Mon grabbed Sam's ass harshly pulling on it as she pushed into her. Her ears ringing when she slapped the soft flesh and Sam's cry pierced the room.
Sam felt like her brain had turned into mush. She couldn't even make words, just gasp into the floor as Mon fucked her harder and faster than ever before. As her wife spanked her before plunging her fingers as deep as she could only to drag them out and do it again. Sam was at the mercy of her wife. She felt her saliva pooling on the floor beneath her cheek as Mon spanked her again. Sam felt her juices as they were running down her leg, sure that there would also be a puddle of her cum on the fool. Mon pushed Sam's shirt up and Sam groaned when she felt her wife's hard nipples dragging against her back as she laid over body. Before she knew it, Mon was kissing her neck, one hand fucking her so hard she could hear her body thumping against the floor, the other had stopped spanking her and taken a hold of Sam's neck as Mon leaned into her.
"You are mine." Mon panted into her ear as her fingers pressed into Sam's front wall and all Sam would do was gasp in breaths of air.
Sam's eyes rolled she felt Mon's wet pussy against her naked ass. She almost blacked out when Mon squeezed her neck before tearing her hand away only to grab Sam's hand. She groaned as her wife positioned Sam's hand and shoved three of Sam's own fingers into Mon's drenched pussy. All the while, Mon kept voicing her claim on Sam directly into her ear. Sam loved how Mon fucked herself on Sam's fingers just as hard as she was fucking Sam. Sam didn't even try to help. She let her wife use her body to drive them both to another orgasm. Her own pleasure building at knowing that she was Mon's to use as she pleased.
Mon kept the pace fast, her arm getting sore from the movement of fucking into her wife. Her own hips rising and falling on Sam's hand until she couldn't anymore and instead she started to grind down on Sam's hand. They needed to come soon before they both got cramps from the hard pace. Mon snaked her free hand under Sam and started to rub circles around Sam's clit. She could feel Sam's walls fluttering every time she rubbed closer and closer to her clit until she was making tight circles directly over it. Mon used both of her hands to press hard into Sam's clit and dragged her fingertips over her g-spot at the same time. Making Sam come hard and curl her own fingers as her orgasm tore through her. The fingers inside of Mon curling to hit that spot inside Mon and making her come right after.
Sam screamed Mon's name as her walls clamped down so hard that Mon stopped inside of her. Her orgasm shaking them both. She felt Mon keep grinding her hand against her clit to help her through it. Felt Mon's walls fluttering around her fingers marking her own orgasm before she lifted her hips off of Sam's hand.
Sam's orgasm powerful enough that it prompted Mon to keep her fingers still inside of her in fear of accidentally hurting her. It also triggered Mon's own orgasm. Mon let Sam ride it and the aftershocks fully before she gently pulled out. She took Sam into her arms and kissed her passionately. She ran her hands over Sam's body to help her calm down and catch her breath. When she pulled back, she bit her lip as she ran her eyes all over Sam. There was a very noticeable wet patch on her jeans, her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes askew.
"Mon?" Sam weakly questioned her wife.
"You just look completely ravished from this angle, ChamCham." Mon said with a very pleased smile.
Sam chuckled at her wife's words. She had just been completely pounded into the floor by her very jealous and possessive wife, if she looked anything but ravished, they would not be done.
"We should clean up." Mon said as she made to get up.
"I need another minute, MonMon." Sam said as she cupped Mon's cheek.
"Let me go run a warm bath for us. I'll come help you up in a bit." Mon said as she stood up.
Sam hummed her agreement and nodded. She saw Mon look at her as she stood.
Mon got to her feet and her smile widened when she looked down at Sam's blissed out form on the ground.
"From this angle too." She said as she walked up the stairs.
Sam watched her as she walked up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway. She had stayed because well, she couldn't move. She was completely fucked out. Still mostly dressed and having been fucked right in front of the door. They had barely even made it into the house before Mon claimed every cell in her body. She reached a hand over for her phone to check the time then put her phone down when she caught her reflection on the black screen. She knew she looked ravished from every angle.
