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Grace stared at the package in her hands, unsure what to do with it. She’d ordered it on a whim and now that it was actually here, she was regretting her impulsive purchase. She hadn’t even consulted Bela on it, which, in hindsight, she probably should have. This seemed like the kind of thing that they should have talked about, as a couple, before she bought it. Perhaps she should return it, before Bela found out. She pulled the flaps of the cardboard box aside to peek inside once more. It was exactly what she’d ordered, and it hadn’t disappeared in the minutes she’d been anguishing over it. Unbidden, images flitted through her mind – the exact same fantasy that had made her place the order to begin with.
Before she could come to a decision, she heard a door open downstairs and knew Bela had returned from the garage. Grace had asked her to move all the Christmas decorations to the garage, now that the season was over. She knew her girlfriend would come upstairs next. Bela had been extremely bored since the first snow – which was understandable, as she was confined at home – and so she’d been stuck even closer to Grace than usual. With only moments to spare, Grace opened their wardrobe on her side and placed the box as high as she could. Hopefully, Bela wouldn’t notice it.
She’d just closed the wardrobe door when Bela entered.
“I’ve placed them all in the same corner. It can be the Christmas corner. Though with how many decorations we needed for Christmas alone, I don’t know how many more seasonal celebrations were can store in there.”
Grace chuckled and walked up to her.
“Are you saying that I w-went too far with the Christmas decorations?”
“I would never want to curb your enthusiasm,” Bela replied with a smile when Grace leaned against her to give her a kiss.
“What was the package?” Bela asked once they separated.
Grace pursed her lips. She’d hoped Bela hadn’t noticed her going upstairs with it, but unfortunately, her girlfriend had very good eyesight.
“Oh... J-Just... Shoes. B-But I don’t think they’ll fit, I might have t-to send them back.”
Nailed it, Grace thought. Bela glanced above her head, as if searching for the box, and Grace held her breath. Fortunately, the phone rang downstairs, and Bela had to leave the room. Grace sent a guilty look at the wardrobe. She was most definitely sending it back the first chance she got.
When she arrived downstairs, Bela was on the phone in the living room, leaning against the armrest of the rocking chair. Grace tried to give her some privacy by going to the kitchen, though the house was too small for that. And anyway, if Bela was still on the phone, it was her mother calling, so Grace would know soon enough what was up. She got herself a glass of water as she waited for their conversation to be over.
“I know it would be an opportunity, Mother, but I don’t need to remind you why I can’t go. You would certainly make more of an impression.” A long pause followed, during which Grace tapped her fingers against the empty glass. Maybe she should go and reseal the package now. Then, Bela countered: “This is not exactly Grace’s scene either.”
Grace stayed put. Alcina was suggesting they go somewhere together. She figured if it concerned her, she had the right to listen in.
“It’s not exactly a bad idea, though I remain skeptical.” A pause, then, “Of course she has,” Bela added with exasperation, and Grace figured she was talking about one of her sisters. “Yes, Mother. I’ll talk it over with Grace and I’ll get back to you. Goodbye.”
Bela hung up and Grace finally emerged from the kitchen, leaving her glass on the countertop on her way out. Bela didn’t look too worried, only a little bothered, so the situation wasn’t critical. Grace didn’t need to prod her about the phone conversation, as right away, her girlfriend explained:
“We’ve been invited to a new year party in New York City next weekend. It’s a work event, where many of the wine makers and dealers of the east coast meet to celebrate.”
“A little late for a new year party,” Grace replied.
It would be mid-January next week, though she supposed it might be better than trying to squeeze a party between Christmas and the actual new year.
“We had to decline last year, but this year, Mother would like for us to attend.”
“Us? A-As in you and me?”
“Who else, Iubi?” Bela chuckled.
“W-Well... it’s just that, I-I still don’t know m-much about wine.”
Bela smiled and pushed herself away from the chair to close the distance between her and Grace.
“You would be my beautiful armpiece, attracting everyone’s attention.”
Grace rolled her eyes, as if between the two of them, Bela wasn’t the most likely to attract everyone’s attention. When Bela finally reached her, she grabbed Grace by the waist and pulled her toward her.
“I don’t need to tell you to stand by my side and look pretty because you’re already very good at that.”
“This isn’t exactly the c-compliment you think it is...”
“Oh, so it isn’t working?” Bela asked as she leaned in to kiss her neck.
A long shiver ran down Grace’s back. Her girlfriend’s cold lips trailed toward her collarbones, and she refused to acknowledge how effective it was. Then, the front door opened and Emily rushed inside, bringing with her a blast of cold air. Although she was quick, it wasn’t quick enough for Bela. Like a cat being sprayed with a light mist, she dashed to the end of the living room and the burning fireplace. Grace tried not to laugh. As soon as Emily noticed, she cringed.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Grace told her. “How goes Mr. Snowman?”
“I think a squirrel stole his nose. I was thinking I should make him a new one out of wood.”
She removed her gloves, snow-covered boots, scarf, hat, and finally her puffy jacket. She had been so well protected that only the tip of her nose was a little red.
“That’s a good idea.”
While Emily finished putting away all her winter equipment, Grace went to check on Bela. She was pretending to tend to the fire with the poker, as if the warmth of the open fire could cancel out the heat of her humiliating reaction. When Grace approached, she closed the glass door and reopened the flue.
“So...” Grace began. “That still l-leaves me with one question. How do w-we get you down to New York City?”
“Mother suggested that you drive. We’ll have a room at the hotel where the party is held, so no need to go outside once we’re there. And...” she sighed, “I can borrow the thick coat Daniela has been using to play in the snow.”
Grace had heard all about Daniela’s magic coat. She had demonstrated it many times, taking the trek between the mansion and the lodge to play with Emily or visit her sister. Was she missing little bits and pieces of her if she stayed out too long? Yes, but she didn’t seem to mind too much. Bela, however, would not need to be out longer than the distance between the car and the front door of the hotel. The coat could work wonders.
“I think w-we should go, if you want.”
Bela seemed to consider it.
“Well, if I have to brave the winter to spend a weekend alone with you, I suppose this is an acceptable trade off.”
“Where are you going?” Emily asked between two bites of cookies as she sat down on the couch.
“Bela has a work party,” Grace told her. “A-And you, Peanut, I thought I t-told you no eating on the couch.”
“I’m almost done,” Emily mumbled as she stuffed half of a cookie in her mouth.
Grace sighed. Now that Emily had been spending so much time around other children, she was starting to act like an actual kid, less skittish and more prone to pushing back against her. On the one hand, Grace was happy that she was becoming the child she had always meant to be, and not an experiment. On the other, it made Grace’s job a little more difficult each day.
“Do you mind s-staying at the mansion next weekend?” Grace asked her, not that she needed an answer. Emily loved Bela’s family.
“The whole weekend?” the girl gasped with excitement.
“P-Probably.”
“Yes.”
Grace looked at Bela over her shoulder.
“Then I g-guess we’re going.”
Grace tried not to laugh too hard when Bela dashed from the car to the hotel lobby. Her speed bordered on inhuman, and the doorman’s reflexes were put to the test, but she made it inside in under fifteen seconds. A valet took their suitcase out of the trunk, and another took her keys to bring the car to their parking lot, so Grace followed her girlfriend inside a moment later. The weather was rather balmy for January, which was still far too cold for Bela. When she caught up with her, the taller blonde had already traversed the heated lobby to the front desk and was getting rid of her layers like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
The hotel seemed brand new, yet it had a vintage style, with lush reds, wooden panels, and gold everywhere. They had been given a comfortable room with cream-colored walls, a king-sized bed plus one of those cute little benches at its foot, and a long bathroom with two sinks and matching bathrobes hanging at the ready. Grace let her fingers glide over the cold counter. The stonework looked like marble, and it probably was.
Their suitcase had been delivered, and Bela had already brought it to the little bench to empty it. She stopped when she came near the window and hissed. Drawing the curtains, she went in search of the heater instead.
“It should be criminal to keep the rooms so cold when they cost so damn much,” she grumbled.
Grace chuckled and continued to empty their suitcase. She’d managed to keep their luggage to a minimum, despite Bela’s attempt to bring a big trunk. After all, they were here only for the night and would be making their way back upstate the next day. They only needed a change of clothes, pajamas, and their outfit for the party. Grace stopped to admire Bela’s black dress. She knew she was going to look gorgeous in it. In comparison, she was rethinking her choice of dress. Ruby red, it was rather plain, with a round, not too low neckline and short sleeves that draped down to her elbows. So much for looking like arm candy. Maybe she should just stay in the room and starfish on the bed.
She hung the dress in the wardrobe all the same, visibly displeased with her choice. Then, she went to gather her toiletry bag, when she saw something underneath that definitely should not be in their suitcase. She froze like a statue, staring at it. The leather belt, the metal clasps, the silicone...
“Wh... What... Where...”
Bela could have glanced inside the suitcase from the side, but instead, she conveniently looked over Grace’s shoulder, pressing herself against her back and holding her with one hand on her waist. Grace couldn’t see her face, but she knew her girlfriend was smirking.
“Oh, that. You tell me, Iubi. I found it in your closet.”
“I-I was going to send it back.”
“Why?”
“It...” She cleared her throat. “It felt weird. I-I didn’t ask you about it, b-before ordering it.”
Bela’s breath tickled her neck when she replied:
“You should order toys without asking me more often.”
Grace tried not to shiver too hard when Bela kissed her neck. If she collapsed from a single tantalizing graze of her lips, the toy would never get used.
“So, what did you have in mind when you bought it?” her girlfriend asked. “What did you wicked mind conjure this time?”
Grace’s throat was so dry that she wasn’t sure she had a voice. Bela hadn’t judged her when she’d shared with her some of her fantasies, so Grace felt confident that she wouldn’t judge her this time either. Whether she would accept, however, was a different matter.
“I w-want to use it. On you.”
The only indication of Bela’s surprise was that she stopped kissing her neck.
“And you thought about it so hard that you ordered it.”
It wasn’t a question, but Grace nodded anyway. Bela’s tone was hard to decipher.
“Y-You don’t have to agree if you don’t w-want to,” Grace promised her.
Bela placed another kiss on her neck.
“Let me think it over, Inima mea.”
“Of course.”
Grace was still worried that she’d messed up, that she shouldn’t have ordered the toy at all, though the fact that Bela didn’t pull away and kept hugging her was comforting.
As expected, Bela looked magnificent. Her long hair fell down her back, her lacy black dress had a plunging neckline, and she had dusted her eyes with gold and put on crimson lipstick. While she’d kept her choker, as usual, she was also wearing a golden necklace with a sword at the end. She’d put on a couple of rings, some simple gold bands and others more ornate, shaped like snakes or abstract shapes.
Grace looked far less glamorous in comparison. Though her dress fitted her well, she had anguished over how to do her hair and make-up. On Bela’s suggestion, she had let it loose, and she had put black eyeliner, which accentuated her pale green eyes. Putting her eye contacts certainly helped her look, though she remained unsure. Then, Bela presented her with a necklace and bracelet to complete her look. The necklace was a thin gold chain with a small piece of ruby for a pendant, while the bracelet was a band engraved with vines.
“A little on the n-nose, no?” she chuckled.
“Just in case people notice you’re drinking club soda instead of wine.”
Grace nudged her playfully, then she elbowed her a little harder when Bela tried to kiss her.
“You’re gonna smudge your m-make-up. And mine.”
Bela pouted.
“You can smudge it a-all you want after the party,” Grace promised.
“I’ll be thinking of nothing else all night,” Bela whispered in her ear.
Grace wished she’d have a moment to unfluster herself before they had to go, but unfortunately, they would be late if she did. So, she had to leave the room with her cheeks still flushed.
The party was held in the restaurant, which had been privatized for the evening. The antique theme continued even there, as the bar counter was a smooth, narrow half-circle of varnished wood, over which gold lines spread on the ceiling like the ribs of an umbrella. The circular stools around it were made of brown leather. The dining tables had been removed to accommodate the crowd, though a couple of couches in one corner overlooked the snowy street outside.
Grace spent the evening by Bela’s side, more than useless. Barely anyone spoke to her, and she was fine with it. A couple of times, she had to explain that she had only just joined the family business – which was true, somewhat, as she had been playing messenger between Bela and her mother all winter long, as Alcina remained skeptical of emails. She kept to herself that she used to work for the FBI, only telling the curious guests who asked that she used to be an analyst. To those who asked how her and Bela had met, she said that Bela had helped her find her way. Close enough to the truth.
Most of her night was spent observing Bela. Her girlfriend was completely in her element. From the way other guests reacted to her, Grace could tell the people she’d worked with before from the newcomers who came to her for her name. Those who knew her were respectful if eager for news of the next vintage of Chateau Dimitrescu. Those who didn’t know her understood quickly to not be too familiar with her and not stare at her forehead tattoo for too long. The couple of men who tried to look down her neckline secretly – and always failed, since she was taller than them – felt the sharp bite of a fly on their neck.
Grace was mesmerized the entire night. She had wisely cut herself off alcohol after one glass – a Chateau Dimitrescu, obviously – but she still felt drunk as she observed Bela work. She probably had hearts in her eyes all evening long, barely registering anyone but her girlfriend. Bela was so confident when she talked about the harvest, so convincing when she introduced her family wine to new buyers, but she never forgot that Grace was beside her. If not by keeping her arm around her waist as often as she could, then by leaning to whisper into her ear. She spent the evening mercilessly judging the other guests with that sharp tongue of hers, and Grace played her nice self, chastising her from time to time, even though she laughed at all her comments.
She ate far less than she would have liked, and the taste of cherry soda candied her tongue by the end of the night. Grace thought she would be tired, but that same sanguine energy which had propelled Bela all evening long had contaminated her too. By the time the party was winding down, and it felt appropriate to leave, Bela leaned close to her and whispered:
“Ready to go?”
Grace was embarrassed by how aroused she felt by the thought of returning to their bedroom. She couldn’t help it. Bela’s ambitious assertiveness was more of a turn on than she’d thought. So what if her mind had been playing fantasies on a loop all evening like a GIF? She hadn’t forgotten her girlfriend’s promise to wreck their make-up.
When the bedroom door closed behind them, Bela let out a sigh.
“What a night. I wish Mother could send anyone else but me, but unfortunately, neither Cassandra nor Daniela have my negotiating skills.”
“I-It sounds like you convinced a lot of people,” Grace offered as she removed her bracelet.
Bela let her rings fall back into her small jewelry box like she was cashing coins in a piggy bank.
“We’ll see. Words mean nothing if they don’t translate into a check.”
Grace reached back to remove the necklace, but the clasp was tiny and slippery, and her short nails couldn’t get a good grip.
“Help me?” she asked Bela.
With a tender smile, Bela moved behind her. She unclasped the necklace, then placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, sending a long shiver down her spine. The necklace was set aside, back into the jewelry box, and Bela whispered:
“It’s yours if you want to keep it.”
As much as Grace appreciated the gesture, she had a lot of other things on her mind, and they involved wearing less. She turned around and drew her girlfriend into a kiss. Bela was all too happy to return it, bending down to reach her. Unfortunately, she’d been wearing high heels, while Grace had been in flat shoes, so their height difference was even more absurd than usual. Bela remedied this without breaking the kiss, removing her shoes and coming just a little closer. Then, she cupped Grace’s face, her thumb tracing over the shorter woman’s cheekbone.
That Bela took control of their kiss was usual, and Grace let her. However, she had an objective for tonight, which she couldn’t let slip from her mind, even as Bela’s tongue traced her bottom lip and her fingers glided over her sides. Grace reached behind her girlfriend’s back, searching blindly for the zipper of her girlfriend’s dress, but finding only her soft hair in the way. It was hard to focus on getting her undressed when she so enjoyed combing through the strands. When she felt Bela reaching to unfasten her dress, Grace stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Wait,” she panted, and Bela gave her a curious look. “I w-want to take care of you. You worked s-so hard tonight. Let me.”
Bela looked disarmed by Grace’s words. She didn’t reply anything but drew Grace into another searing kiss. Still, she removed her hand from the zipper of Grace’s dress, holding her by her hips instead as she navigated them back toward the bed. When Grace pulled away to breathe, she saw that Bela’s lipstick was most definitely messed up. Her eyes had this glowing feral look Grace had grown very used to, that always sent sparks in her veins. Bela reached back rolling down the long zip and letting her dress fall at her feet like a pool of ink. Her black lace underwear matched the dress, though Grace wouldn’t have expected anything else from her.
“I’m at your mercy, Iubi,” she told her, though her tone and look said the opposite.
Grace swallowed thickly. She wouldn’t say that she was used to leading in the bedroom, despite having had far more experience in the past six months than she’d had in the whole previous twenty-five years of her life. Nevertheless, she wasn’t backing down.
“C-Can you lay d-down, while I...”
She reached back to remove her own dress, struggling with the zipper for a moment before she finally rolled it down. Her disrobing was far less sexy than Bela, but she hadn’t tried to make it so. Once she had kicked the dress away, she looked back at Bela, and her heart damn near exploded. Her girlfriend had removed her underwear and was reclined on her elbows in nothing but her necklaces, her golden hair falling on the pillows like a river. Grace told herself to keep it together, that this wasn’t the first time she’d seen Bela naked, but it always had its effect on her.
In an awkward flurry of incoordination, Grace removed her bra and underwear and walked to the bed. Bela sat up to reach for her, one hand resting on her neck and drawing her closer. Her cold fingers sent bolts of lightning down her back and to the pit of her stomach. When their lips met again, the kiss was soft, almost tentative. It surprised Grace. Usually, this was when Bela grew even more voracious than usual. Then, she realized that her girlfriend was giving her a chance to take the lead. She jumped to the occasion, relaxing on top of her until they were flushed. Then, she broke the kiss to nip at her jawline. Her teeth weren’t nearly strong enough to break Bela’s skin, but her girlfriend liked to feel them as much as she liked biting Grace. A soft sigh escaped Bela’s lips, encouraging her to keep going further down.
She lavished attention on Bela’s neck until she felt her hips jerking beneath her, asking for her attention lower. For all her teasing in bed, Bela had no patience. She liked to be satisfied sooner rather than later, and if Grace was really in a devilish mood, she would draw it out, just to see how much she could annoy her. This usually had the effect of Bela pinning her down. Tonight, however, she wanted to play nice and make her girlfriend feel cherished. So, she stopped sucking on her neck and moved down.
She couldn’t do without kissing her chest, though the attention she gave her breasts was brief, as Bela whined when she licked her nipple. Grace continued her trail of kisses down, past her bellybutton until she reached her pubic hair. Then, reluctantly, she lifted herself away from Bela to reposition herself between her legs. Throwing one of Bela’s legs over her shoulder and pushing the other open, Grace was surprised that she was so comfortable. Bela’s height, as enjoyable as it sometimes was, also meant that Grace had the tendency to be mostly off the bed when servicing her girlfriend. And yes, there were alternatives, but she was afraid their headboard could only take so much more before it snapped. Then, as she shifted a little closer to Bela’s core, she realized it was because of the little bench at the end of the bed. It was an epiphany. Was that the purpose of the little bench? They needed to get one for their bedroom.
The idea was filed for later as Grace secured one hand on Bela’s thigh and the other on her hip, then prodded at her folds with her tongue. Bela quickly went from not needing to breathe to moaning with every breath, especially once Grace rolled the tip of her tongue over her clit. Bela’s hand found hers on her hip, entwining their fingers, and the other grabbed a handful of the sheets. Grace gathered her wetness on her tongue, savoring its salty taste, then licked her clit with more insistence. Bela would probably joke that she had really been famished after the lackluster spread at the party, which Grace would roll her eyes at, but it was true that the closer she brought Bela to completion, the hungrier she felt for her girlfriend’s pleasure.
Bela’s whole body tensed as she came, freezing beneath Grace like she’d crystalized. Her back arched off the bed, and despite her hand still on her hip, there was nothing Grace could do to keep her still. She waited until Bela had calmed down, and her body had relaxed on the bed, to clean off more of her release. Bela could usually go on for much longer than Grace - one of her few blessings was most definitely her stamina – and Grace was determined to use it to its fullest tonight. However, before she could start eating her properly again, Bela tugged on her hand. Grace removed her knee from her shoulder and reclined on her thighs to look at her.
“Inima mea,” Bela breathed out, “please get the strap.”
Grace had never thought in a hundred years that she would hear Bela say those words. In fact, she’d completely forgotten about the toy in the suitcase. She brushed off the wetness on her chin then replied:
“A-Are you sure?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
“O-Okay...”
Bela did not beg, ever. Grace usually broke to whatever she asked for before it came to that. The mere utterance of the word from her lips was all Grace needed to know. She scrambled off the bed and went to the suitcase. Most everything had been emptied out, so the strap was easy enough to find. She picked it up, surprised by the weight of the toy. She was shaking as she put her legs through the straps and tried adjusting them. Meanwhile, Bela was leaning on her elbows again and watched her struggle with an amused smile.
“Come here,” she said, finally.
Grace shuffled closer to the bed while Bela pushed herself up and crawled to the edge of the mattress. She made quick works of the straps, and Grace knew everything was in place when she felt the leather press against her wet core.
“You’re p-pretty good with that,” she couldn’t help but point out.
Bela smirked.
“I may never have seen a toy like that, but I do have a lot of experience with restrained.”
Grace hoped she wasn’t blushing too hard. She filed the information for later, also, and waited for Bela to lay back down on the bed before she climbed onto the little bench. Bela’s hair fanned out over the pillows.
“I’ve... also never done this, so t-tell me to stop if it’s bad.”
Bela chuckled, like she couldn’t believe for a second that it would be. Grace was comforted by the confidence she had in her and she crawled between her girlfriend’s legs. This was most definitely going to take some getting used to, she thought as the foreign weight of the toy unsettled her. Bela spread her legs further to accommodate her, and Grace glanced at her face again to check that it was still okay. Though Bela was trying to hide it, Grace could see the impatience in her eyes. She’d become frighteningly good at reading her girlfriend, at deciphering every furrow of her perfect eyebrows and every twitch of her beautiful lips.
Getting a hold of the toy, Grace brushed the tip between her folds, gathering some wetness. Didn’t this need lube? Did they have any? Bela gasped and her hips jerked up when the toy teased her clit. It didn’t look like her girlfriend was going to give her the time to figure out if they had lube, and anyway, she was very wet from her first orgasm. Grace supposed it should be fine. She lined the toy with her entrance and inserted it very slowly. At Bela’s first hiss, she froze and looked up at her again.
“Is it okay?”
“Yes, Iubi. Keep going.”
Grace continued, inch by inch, until she bottomed out. Leaning over Bela, she tried moving her hips, pulling out halfway and back in. Bela let out another hiss and her hand came to rest on Grace’s back. Grace scrutinized her girlfriend’s face, then pumped her hips again. Bela was most definitely enjoying it, if her moan was anything to go by, however, there was a slight frown between her eyebrows, like she was wondering why Grace was going to slowly. Gaining confidence with every rock of her hips, Grace started to pick up speed.
It wasn’t exactly how she had fantasized, but then again, with Bela, it rarely was. She couldn’t feel the toy, but the way it pressed against her clit was building a fire in her core. Bela was clutching onto her like it would be a disaster if Grace disappeared. Grace’s lower back was also starting to ache, but she was determined not to stop until her girlfriend had come. She leaned until they were flushed, though she wasn’t tall enough to be face to face with her girlfriend. Instead, she was leveled with her chest, not that Grace complained. She wrapped her lips around Bela’s nipple and rolled it with her tongue, drawing another whine out of her. Bela’s hand on her back was insistent, as if looking for purchase, and, well, it wouldn’t be the first time Bela clawed her back during sex. Grace braced for it as she reached one hand between them to rub her girlfriend’s clit.
Bela did scratch her back when she came, all her muscles once again locking up. Grace hissed as a spark of pleasure shot through her core, though it wasn’t enough for her to come too. She was fine with it, if very tired. She was going to need to build up her muscles if she wanted to use the strap more often. She let her head rest between Bela’s breasts as she panted, trying to catch her breath while her girlfriend recovered. When she felt Bela’s fingers comb through her hair, she glanced up.
“Is my back bleeding?” she breathed out.
“No, Iubi. Sorry about that.”
“No worries....”
She let her head recline against Bela’s chest again. Honestly, she could fall asleep right here and there, even though she was sticky with sweat. She should start by removing the strap or pull out of Bela for that matter. After inhaling to slow her breathing, she started lifting herself off her girlfriend. To her surprise, Bela moved her hips to draw the strap closer, locking Grace in with her legs. Grace chuckled.
“You’re so greedy,” Grace chuckled.
“Can you blame me? If I’d known how good you were with that thing, we would have been doing this months ago.”
Grace chuckled.
“I think I’m a-at my limit,” she had to admit. “I’m gonna n-need a back massage tomorrow...”
Bela placed her hand on her back again, her fingers grazing the scratches and making Grace wince. Then, without warning, she switched them over, so Grace was laying on the supple mattress and soft pillows and Bela was on top, the strap still connecting them.
“Is this alright?” Bela asked, her eyes ravenous.
Grace could only nod vigorously. Bela sat up, the change in position making her hiss. Then, she started rocking on the strap. Grace watched, enthralled, as her girlfriend rode her. In this position, the strap pressed more firmly and consistently against her clit, and soon enough, Grace was moaning with every jerk of Bela’s hips. She placed her hands on her hips, though she couldn’t have guided her rhythm if she tried. Bela was rising desperately, like she hadn’t come twice already.
Once Grace felt that she could, she sat up. Her objective had been to get her mouth on her girlfriend’s breasts again, but Bela intercepted her, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was messy, between their moans and Bela’s quick movements. Grace started to feel that twinge in her back again, and she leaned back to try and dull it. Bela followed her, looming on top of her until they were forehead to forehead, breathing each other’s sounds of pleasure.
Grace came first, the orgasm crashing into her like her body had had too much teasing from the strap and couldn’t take it anymore. Her grip tightened on Bela’s hips, unafraid to bruise her. Bela reached down to touch herself, and within a couple of strokes, she came for the third time. This time, she collapsed on top of Grace, her head nestling in the crook of her neck. Grace, still fighting the ache in her muscles, wrapped one arm around her girlfriend to hold her close. Bela felt like a hot-water bag, just adding to how sweaty she already was, but Grace didn’t mind. She worried, when Bela started to place tiny kisses on her neck, that her girlfriend still wasn’t satiated. Thankfully, Bela climbed off the strap with a hiss and reclined on the bed beside her.
“Have I told you before how much I love your wicked mind?”
“Once or twice...” Grace breathed out.
She reached for the buckles, her tired fingers fighting with them until she could finally remove the strap and throw it on the ground. It would need a good clean before they could use it again. Honestly, Grace could use a clean too, though she was exhausted, and wanted nothing but to sleep. Then, she groaned.
“I need to take my contacts off...”
Given how much her legs ached and shook, she wasn’t sure she would be able to drag herself to the bathroom. Then, she felt Bela press a kiss on her shoulders, before the bed dipped. Of course, her girlfriend had already recovered. It was so unfair. Then, to her surprise, Bela wrapped her arms around her.
“Ready to try the shower?”
“O-Only if you keep your hands to yourself,” Grace warned, because she was far too tired to start more mischief, even though the shower was bigger than theirs at home.
“I’ll be a gentlewoman,” Bela promised.
Then, she picked her up with ease. Grace wrapped her legs and arms loosely around her, not that she needed help. Bela first carried her to the sink, where she set her down. With her help, Grace removed her contacts. Her girlfriend became a little blurrier, like she’d been sketched with oil pastels. Bela then took great care of cleaning the make-up on her face. Grace felt like her legs were steadier when they entered the walk-in shower, but still, Bela hugged her the entire time they were under the warm jets of water, leaving little kisses on the crown of her head, her neck, her cheeks. Grace was most definitely melting in her embrace. She just loved her scary, tall girlfriend so much.