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“Will.”
Sunlight streamed through the white-dressed window of their bedroom, cascading over Hannibal’s earl grey tresses and bare back.
Pin pricks of heaven.
Barely awake, Will blinked back at her, consciousness beginning to take hold. A smile bloomed on Will’s face as her eyes fell into Hannibal’s and her body moved to do the same. Then something thudded to the floor from Will’s side of the bed.
“Must have put it in wrong.” Will said with a humorous bite. She lazily reached behind her for Dad’s Colt .45 and lifted the mattress to tuck it back in. Two strong arms wrapped around her from behind, one hand firmly holding her waist and the other tugging the gun from her hand.
“Will.” Hannibal urged again, a smile detectable in her voice as she flipped Will onto her back. The bed protested when Hannibal pushed herself on top of Will–distance only between their faces.
“Do you still hate me, Will?” Hannibal lovingly placed the pistol in Will’s hands, its steel sights pressing into Hannibal’s breast as their fingers wrapped around the trigger; together.
The safety clicked off.
Hannibal’s pelvis bore down between Will’s legs, her fingers lacing behind Will’s neck to keep her in place. Will’s breath quickened once Hannibal’s knee lifted to grind against her–massaging in fluid, strengthening strokes. Her teeth sunk into the base of Will’s neck and she drank in the smell. Quick, soft breaths escaped from Will’s lips and her head of curls pitched back into her pillow, gaze locked on the barrel of the gun. Beneath the haze of pleasure, Will’s knees fell apart and she traced a line down Hannibal’s sternum with the pistol, forcing her to back up.
They watched each other in breathy silence.
“Suck it.” Will said through a gritted smile.
“If you wish.” Hannibal lowered herself and kissed the tip. Her teeth and tongue slid down the shaft, gaze unbroken. She pushed farther down, nuzzling Will’s knuckles all while the steel buried in the back of her throat. Will’s eyes widened with delight and her thighs wrapped around Hannibal’s head instinctively–a phantom thrill running through her body.
Will could feel Hannibal's mouth on her–Hannibal’s hot tongue pulsing at the glans and saliva melting the body. She sprung up into a flurry of curls and teeth–eyes ablaze.
In a moment, she forced her forearm against Hannibal’s throat and toppled the larger woman to the bed with all her weight. They landed in a panting heap, pressed on top of each other as the forgotten pistol spun out across the bedroom floor.
“Open your mouth.”
Will climbed on to Hannibal’s chest, her boxers inches away from Hannibal’s open parted lips. Hannibal obliged, fighting to keep her hands resting on Will’s haunches while the brunette eased onto Hannibal’s mouth.
Her underwear gradually saturated with heat and saliva. Hannibal tightened her grip on Will’s ass, bracing Will against her face as the brunette squirmed under stimulation. Will’s hands fell around Hannibal’s head, her knees drawing together tightly and Hannibal continued to work her tongue against Will’s clit–tender devotion giving way to hunger. Hannibal helped Will out of her underwear then pulled her back to her seat, reaching up to massage Will’s breast with one hand and the other gently pushing a finger into Will’s entrance, tongue still working against her wet heat.
Soft gasps escaped the brunette’s lips, Hannibal watched from her place while Will’s hips rolled forward and her curls tossed back in a deep moan. The two joined and separated in waves while Will’s hips began to drive deeper and deeper onto Hannibal’s face, their hands laced together–Hannibals’ supporting Will’s weight as Will’s shoulders swept back.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Fuck me.” She breathed between thrusts, tipsy with pleasure.
Deep shudders rolled across Will’s once she finally found the perfect motion. Will met Hannibal’s intense gaze, Hannibal’s blonde eyebrows set low over her black eyes. Closer and closer she drew to orgasm, her hands flew forward to grab Hannibal’s hair in one final lurch.
White-hot pleasure shot across Will’s body, moans transforming into whines while Hannibal continued the work–her forearms fixing Will in place as she voraciously licked and sucked through the initial orgasm. Pure bliss and release quickly gave way to an uncontrollable, trembling pleasure–Will’s fistfuls of Hannibal’s hair tightening, her entire body folding and quivering around the point of stimulation. Breathy whimpers began to escape her lips as she looked down to see Hannibal watching her patiently, the stimulation continuing regardless of Will’s harshening clamp around Hannibal’s head.
A second climax flooded from seemingly nowhere–rendering Will into a hunched, shaking mess. She barely registered Hannibal softly pushing her back onto the pillows, then drawing the covers around them in a firm hug.
“You seem tired Will,” Hannibal said–almost smugly, “Why don’t we sleep in a little longer.”