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Lily's apartment looks like an influencer's wet dream. The latest Ikea trends, a warm yet unusual color palette gathering all singular items into a unified whole, lots of natural light. A rich people home. Jane scrunches her nose. Interior design, to her, is first and foremost about the property itself, and then about functionality. This is so… show-off-y. It really matches Lily. She catches herself scanning the room, looking for evidence of something scandalous, blackmail material, but also a private piece of Lily, just for herself.
Behind her, Lily pulls the front door shut. Jane can feel her spine tense, the anticipation of danger and good things to come. What to do now? There's the tender beginnings of an awkward silence, the one you have after grinding and moaning away at a club and then landing at the other person's home, in the quiet, too much time passing between the high of horniness and arriving in a normal, lived-in home, with half-empty coffee cups, and a too-bright ceiling light revealing the truth of who you are beyond the cover of nightlife. Revealing the misfit Jane is, specifically, always unsure, always moving slightly uncanny, like her limbs were sewn onto her torso the wrong way around. Always unable to fully imitate the song and dance of social life, of romance, of sex.
She looks down at her french manicure fingertips playing with the hem of her skirt. She's exposed, to Lily, in all her ugliness, the banality of her, even if there is no ceiling light but only the soft orange glow of well-picked and kind lamps.
There's a soft whoosh of moving air behind her, and she feels herself being spun around, then pressed face first into the door. It's gentle, very unlike the way Lily touched her before.
"I can hear you thinking," Lily hums, kissing a playful peck into the side of Jane's face. "Don't. Just feel good." She presses more kisses, easing the deep fascia of Jane's perpetually tight face muscles. "What do you want?"
"I want you to decide." It's so plain and clear, and maybe the most honest Jane has ever been in her life. "Want you to do what you want."
Lily chuckles behind her, a kind and warm sound. "Little cheater."
She takes her time thinking, humming to herself, fingers tracing under Jane's shirt, right over the soft fat of her hips and waist. It's a barely there touch, a threat as much as worship. Wherever Lily's fingers move, Jane tenses, stifling little embarrassing gasps in her throat. She cannot make it this easy for Lily, who would surely eat her whole for it.
"What I want," Lily repeats, still playing softly with Jane's hips, then moving up her hands, cupping them over both of Jane's tits. Her fingers dip into her bra, playing with the edge of it like you would with the hem of a panty. A fingernail scratches along the curve of the cup, the fat underneath it, tearing a little unsuccessfully stifled whimper from Jane's throat.
"You're adorable when you're a little embarrassed." Jane can't help the way she pushes her ass back against Lily, feeling the promise of her hips and stomach behind her back, imagining it the way she already did in the library bathroom, how Lily would feel behind her when she fucks her good, the presence of her, enveloping her, limiting her options of movement. She can hear Lily sigh in lazy pleasure behind her, indulging Jane by tensing her core and letting her rut backwards against a now firmer Lily.
"What’s the one thing you’re most embarrassed about?” Lily smiles, presenting her winning move.
“Why would I tell you?” Jane asks, honestly. She already knows that she will answer truthfully. Jane Hollander has never learned how to play games, how to be coy, or how to not crack entirely open, obediently, along her seams. Like an oyster, desperate to be eaten, that warmly receives the first loving stab of a fisherman's knife into the vulnerable gaps of her outer shell. She wonders: does Lily know? Can she sense it? Her call for the knife?
“Because you like being embarrassed.” Lily’s fingers trace around Jane’s nipple over the fabric, slowly, softly, never quite fully touching. "Because you want to be seen. Because you hope I will make it come true.”
There is no resistance then, when she answers.
"It’s—“ Jane pauses, frowning, looking earnestly for the rest of her sentence. She finds it. She turns to look over her shoulder, aware of the fierce blush currently burning through her cheeks like a benevolent strain of flesh eating bacteria. The romantic kind. The sex kind. It's eating her up, changing her flesh into something else, something capable of pleasing Lily. Maybe also in the way octopuses change their skin color to attract mates. She pins Lily's eyes with her own, fully aware of how she must look like right now. Begging to be seen.
"Daddy," she whispers, eyes fluttering with the effort it takes to maintain eye contact.
Lily's eyes go wide, her hands stilling on Jane's breasts. It couldn't have been what she expected, after what she must have seen in her precious Excel sheet— so many weird things to pick from. But they were fun, to Jane, not vulnerable. Tentacles are a little funny, are something you joke about at a ladies' night out. A running gag. A campy roleplay, even if it seriously gets you off. This, though, is different. The emotions in it. The neediness.
The firmness in Lily seems to have left her with the way Jane's needy grinds into her crotch rock her back and forth. Her eyes are wide, gaze far, until she refocuses and searches Jane's face with a frown.
“But aren't you— do you like men?”
“No.”
"So you just want a big daddy to come and take you? Don't need to like him to want his dick?" It's weak, compared to Lily's usual teasing. Frankly, she looks like she's about to jump out of the window in this sixth story apartment. Jane needs to intervene. God, this is fucking humiliating! She presses her thighs together, rubbing, savoring the feeling. Decisively, she snakes an arm behind herself, pulling poor spiraling Lily's head in next to her own.
Then: "No, just want you, daddy." She clarifies this by grinding back against Lily so roughly she stumbles a step backwards. It's hilarious, and Jane bites down on a small chuckle. She can be so dense for a girl so brilliant. Three star meal laid out before her, name card on the plate, and she still wonders if its for her.
It takes a little for the words to settle into Lily. Then she bends at the waist, presses her face in between Jane's shoulder blades and just… screams.
Jane laughs, unable to keep it in, but is interrupted by Lily scooping her up and carrying her away. The feeling of Lily, who barely has a single inch on her, lifting her up this easy makes her laughter fade, morphing into a long whine. Next to her ear she hears mumbles, like a demon speaking to her from the great beyond in fragments of god, jane, fuck and I really thought, and sorry I didn't know, didn't see, gonna make it up to you baby gonna fuck you so good—
Soft bedsheets welcome Jane when her back hits the bed, rudely thrown by a truly possessed Lily. Even more rudely, Lily wrangles her legs apart. She flips Jane's skirt up, grunting distractedly when Jane moves her legs back together or out of Lily's reach to be a bitch. Lily catches them every time, fixated on Jane's ruined white panties, irredeemably drenched from their time in the library bathroom.
Then, the flat, tense plane of her fingers comes down on Jane’s clothed pussy, a wet smack. Jane twitches her legs back together in shock, frowning, but Lily just wrestles her shoulders in between them, bending closer, spreading them again.
"No, no, be good and let daddy spank your pussy, baby.”
Jane feels the words jolt through her, making her clench desperately around what should be Lily's cock in her. The slaps keep coming until Lily takes one of Jane's hands, makes her pull her own panties to the side. She folds her fingers around Jane's tightly for a second, an instruction.
"Keep them out of my way."
The slaps come again, right onto her clit now, angle changing in between so it hurts differently every time, worse some times, more pleasurable other times. Impossible to predict. She can see herself, wetter and wetter, marking Lily's fingers, the sound getting wetter too, Lily’s fingers dripping down her entire hand now. Obediently, she holds onto the panties, even when she cries and twitches and convulses in Lily's grip.
“Little slut. All you ever needed, no? For daddy to take care of you?” She doesn't even pause when talking, doesn't even look up at Jane's face, it's so terribly mean. Her hits keep coming stronger, more unforgiving, and when Jane's twitching makes her miss a couple of hits into the crease of her thigh instead, Lily grabs one of Jane's legs close, plasters it to the length of her own body, and puts a knee down on Jane’s other leg, pinning it down to the bed to keep her legs wider open, entirely unable to interfere. It's so much worse now that Jane can't move at all, is entirely out of control.
"Ask me to hit you again."
“I can’t Lily, please, I can’t come like this, I’m so close please let me come please Lily god please—“ her hips twitch into the hits now, grinding into the air on instinct despite it granting no contact. Mindless with it. Lily raises her hand high than before, and the next slap hurts.
Tears gather in Jane's eyes. Lily raises her hand higher again, and she breaks: "Please hit me again, daddy, please, feels so good please hit my pussy again."
Lily makes a content little hum, raises her hand even higher and smacks it down onto Jane's clit. This time, Jane cries out, hands moving to cover herself before Lily slaps them away and keeps going.
“Will you let me fuck your pretty pussy, baby?" Lily moans, eyes still pinned between Jane's legs, watching her helpless little pussy take every single one of her slaps no matter how hard or mean the angle. "It’s gonna hurt, I think. What do you think?” Jane can't really talk, nothing except some garbled moans. “Well, I’ll make sure it does. I won't be nice, you little fucking slut, give it to you just like you need it. I’ll pull your hips up into me so you’ll feel every thrust and every grind right where it hurts. And then if you cry really pretty for me while you take it all like a good girl, I’ll maybe, maybe, make you come,” Lily smiles into her leg, licking and biting in between her words, teeth digging painfully into her fragile ankle. “Okay?”
"Ow, ow, it hurts, daddy please, it hurts," Jane whines, fingers now on Lily's back, digging into the skin now through her shirt. Every hit is purely painful now and it's so good but she also needs to run away, quick, run— Jane is till grabbing and scratching and babbling when Lily's wet hand comes down against her cheek, a skilled, hard smack. It stills her. It feels terribly good.
"Okay?" Lily hisses, drenched fingers poking around Jane's cheek, smearing her own wetness all over her face.
"Okay," Jane moans, trying to get Lily's fingers into her mouth.
"You're unbelievable," Lily laughs softly, keeping her fingers out of Jane's reach. "Aren't you embarrassed? The first time we hook up and you're acting like this? Letting me treat you like an easy, dumb slut? Begging for daddy to hurt your pussy?"
Jane just whines, eyes pleading up at Lily, making herself cute and small and impossible to deny.
"Should've done this months ago," Lily says, more to herself, as she pushes her fingers fully into Jane's mouth, making her gag miserably. Jane just holds onto her wrist like she's scared Lily will take it away again. "Would've solved all our problems, no? If I had just followed you into a bathroom, pushed you on your knees in a stall and fucked your face? Would that have made you less of a bitch?" Drool is running out of Jane's mouth, and she doesn't care. It's right from a wet dream, the way she is pinned and used by Lily, seen by her, the way she's allowed to pleasure Lily with her obedience, her neediness. She could cry, truly, and maybe she already is, but her face is wet everywhere so she can't really tell.
"But also so smart, so brilliant, pretty Jane, making me the best, forcing me to be better than I ever thought I could be. Gorgeous Jane. You deserve a reward, don't you think?" Lily pulls her fingers out, patting Jane's cheek patronizingly, smearing more stickiness onto her. "Ask me for it."
"Can I please have my reward, Daddy?" Jane answers, immediately. "Please? Daddy?" She's trying to twist her hips in a way that lets her grind against any part of Lily, really. She's not picky. "Need to come so bad, please, it hurts."
"Of course baby," Lily coos, pressing a tender kiss to Jane's forehead. Like a good sacrificial lamb, she leans into it, grateful.
There's shuffling on the bed as Lily turns to her bedside table, shuffling around in one of the drawers. Then, she drops a little bullet vibrator into Jane's shaky hands. Betrayed, Jane looks up at her.
"Just for a bit, baby. Hold it to your clit, don't come." With that she gets up, changing her mind halfway to the closet, turning around again. "Shirt off, first. Panties too."
Jane obeys, still sulking a little. She hands both to Lily, who still does not move. Understanding, Jane spreads her thighs again, showing off to Lily: entirely drenched, red and swollen, trimmed hair sticking to her skin. She presses the vibrator to her clit and pulls it away again, immediately.
"Ow!"
"Put it back, baby." Lily pulls her shirt off and crosses her arms, bicep bulging in a way Jane noticed before, dreamt of, but never got to see as hers to have. Her bra is gorgeous too, red with gold ornament, little golden charms dangling from various parts. It would look too much, almost like kitsch, on anyone other than Lily Rozanova.
Inspired by the view before her, Jane pushes the small vibrator back onto her clit. It hurts, a lot, but this time she just digs her other hand into the sheets, biting down on her lip, taking it. Lily smiles, proud, nodding.
It's easy to get lost in the sensation, the hurt, and the focus on not letting herself get too close to the edge.
Lily is back on her quickly, panty-less, but harness pulled on over her skirt like she had no mind to undress properly. Or, maybe, because she likes Jane naked under her, the asymmetry in their clothing a symptom of their power dynamic. Either way, she looks amazing.
"Which one?" Lily asks, holding up three dildos in various sizes. Jane's eyes immediately move to the one on the right, big, veiny, a realistic one but definitely oversized. With fake balls too. She stares, then shakes hear head to clear the image out of her head. Her finger points to the middle one, decently sized, seven inches maybe, a purple yet less obtrusive thing. Lily, smiling a little threateningly, one canine visible through her increasingly wide lips, stares Jane down until she starts sweating, eyes darting away.
"Got it," Lily chuckles, throwing the middle and left one behind herself, moving to put the monster of a hyper-realistic cock into the O-ring at her hips. Jane blanches. "Don't look at me like that, baby? It's the one you really want, no?"
Protest wells up in Jane but she forgets all about it when Lily crawls between her legs, and she really, really can't help the way she whines and spreads them obediently, the way her arms come around Lily's pretty neck, throwing the vibrator somewhere across the room, clit throbbing, pulling her close, the way she says little please, please, please's under her breath.
Lily huffs a little laugh as she settles in, then takes Jane's arms from her shoulders and presses them into the mattress. Jane moans at that, hips wiggling closer to Lily until she feels the very sizeable tip of Lily's cock. Before she can think about it further she's rubbing herself against it, pushing the tip through her wet lips. Every time it grazes her clit she flinches, frowning, but still can't help but keep going. Lily looks at her like she's seeing god and like she's actively plotting how to kill her slowly and painfully.
On Jane's next grind Lily pushes herself forward. It's big, so big, and Jane instinctively tries to crawl backwards, away from the intrusion, to safety, but Lily is pinning her down and doesn't let her move an inch, entire body weight on her while she pushes her huge cock inside in one merciless slide. When she's balls deep, and it's literally balls-deep, Jane can feel them pushed up against her ass cheeks, and Jane is crying a little, Lily moves down onto her forearms, still pinning Jane's hands down but closer now, her pubic bone and lower belly pressing onto Jane's painful clit. Jane under her flinches, trying to angle her clit away from Lily, but it's no use. She just pets the back of her hand over Jane's cheekbones, reverent: "There you go, sweetheart, there you go, took daddy's cock so well, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you properly now?"
Jane just whines as Lily pulls out and pushes in again, it's really ridiculously big, too big, god, she's gonna die.
"Noooooooooooooo," she whines, shakes her head, tearing up even more, clenching down so hard Lily has a hard time pushing back in again, and it just makes it so much worse, the width of it pressing in her g-spot like a targeted knuckle.
"Too big, daddy, it's too big, please take it out, it's too much!" She means it, kind of, but she's also grinning now, can't help it at all. Lily looks godly above her, thin layer of sweat sticking some of her curls to her temple, her irises all swallowed up by pupil make her look stormy and threatening suddenly with the lack of welcoming light blue. She's beautiful, chiseled face, some of her mascara settled onto her well-concealed eye bags from the sweat and exertion of the past hour. Like a goddess of revenge, Jane thinks, and it can truly live up to the image in her head, the one she had just yesterday, when she—
"Fucked myself yesterday night thinking about you," she smiles, raising one hand to tuck a strand of Lily's hair behind her lavishly decorated ear. She had given Lily's claw clip back on their way here, too flustered, not wanting to over-keep a lent item. Lily looked heartbroken, and in retrospect, Jane wished she hadn't done it, had kept it, and could now see Lily's big head of curls framing the two of them like a veil, a second sky, a bubble just for them. She'll make it up to Lily. Make it clear.
"Yeah?" Lily whispers, biting her lower lip, hips slowing to a gentle grind to give Jane the breath necessary to talk. Well, as gentle as it can be with a cock this size, a sensation that is impossible to ignore, to not be consumed by.
"Yeah," Jane grins, still, fully high on sex hormones. She closes her eyes, reminiscing. "I kind of always do. I have this strap in my drawer, needed you to fuck it into me. Pushed it into myself and wished it way you instead."
Lily looks a little frantic, pressing one gentle palm to Jane's throat, maybe trying to get her to shut up, maybe trying to halt her insistent shoves onto Lily's cock. Jane, of course, takes this as encouragement that she's on the right track.
"So I fuck myself with it, wishing it was you. But I can never get it right! I can never come from it, because my wrist hurts, and it's just not enough, and you're not there. Fucking me." She nuzzles her face into the direction of Lily's hand on her throat, affectionate. "But you never did. Shy little Lily, so afraid to get close to me, so afraid to lose control around me, no?" she speeds her hips up, a bare inch of Lily's cock fucking in and out of her now, range limited under Lily's hold on her. The out-of-breath-ness sounds good on her, she knows. "I could see it this afternoon, too. You wanted to hit me so bad, right? I was so wet, imagining you jumping over the table and hitting me right there. I would've moaned, you know? In front of everyone? Might have gotten on my knees and asked you to do it again, right there."
There's a crazed movement to Lily's eyes, searching Jane's face for a catch, a joke. But Jane can only ever be honest. Lily will come to learn that. And Lily should already know this: honesty, baring your soul to your opponent, is the dominant strategy in all intimate games. Then again, Jane was always the star in game theory between the two of them.
Honesty wielded like the last drag of a queen towards checkmate, she goes in for the kill: "so fuck me now? Yes? Please? Let me show you how good I am at getting fucked?"
If not for the hand on her throat pinning her down, and one of Lily's elbow keeping her shoulder in place on one side, the frankly vicious thrust inside her would've sent her head knocking into the headboard. It comes again, again, Lily's breaths and little grunts, her moans, right next to Jane's ear. Her cock really is too big, it's overwhelming, she can't feel anything other than this, she's so loud, unable to keep anything in.
There's nowhere for her to go, and even after this, will there ever be anything else for her? Nowhere would fit her better than this, whining and moaning and taking Lily's cock in her bed, wet like a slut, begging for more, for less, for mercy, then for more again. Nowhere that would feel safer, more like home, than being caged in between Lily's arms, expensive sweet perfume enveloping her into a haze, looking up at Lily, who is just as gone on her, like she can't fully believe it, like fucking Jane is the thing that has finally made her whole.
She's bouncing with the mattress recoil, air forced in and out of her lungs, fingernails digging into the skin of Lily's arms, the peachy fuzz there, soft and welcoming.
"The best at getting fucked, baby, no one takes it like you, look at you, so sweet, baby fuck—" Lily's breathy wet cooing only registers when Jane slightly adjusts to the sensation of getting fucked, and it sends her right back into god, too much, too much. "Never heard anyone so loud, Jane, god," and Jane really can't help the continuous whine in her throat, so desperate, so humiliating, "you really can't help it baby, fuck," the clear evidence that she is finally getting what she desperately needs, that she was starved for it before, longing, that this is important and life-changing and carries weight for her. Like a bullet pulled out of a soldier years after war, the relief, the ceasing of pain, for her the wrongness of not being under Lily. At Lily's mercy, in her arms.
"What do you need, baby, wanna feel you come, let me make this good—" Lily keeps ranting, lost, manicured fingers digging into Jane like claws, stripped of everything, made into a something more akin to a tactless animal.
"Hit me," Jane whines, craning her neck up as best as she can, "Hit me, please daddy, hit me—" and she's rewarded, of course, honesty always wins when you're in love, when you're a slave to the other person, when it's real, so Lily hits her on her cheek, hard first, then smaller slaps, not letting up, and it burns and her clit hurts from the way Lily is moving against it so roughly and she really has been trying so hard, so long, did such a good job for Lily, didn't she?
"Perfect fucking job, baby, good girl," Lily kisses into her brow bone, clearly missing where she was aiming for by the way it's sloppy and she bumps her nose, but it's enough, Jane's back is bowing off of the bed, she is screaming a little probably, it's too much, way too much, but Lily holds her hips down again, fucks her through it.
She loses some time, apparently, because the next thing she feels is how easily Lily flips her limp body over, how her hips are tugged up and back by both of Lily's hands, thumbs digging into her back dimples. And suddenly she's full again, no rhythm this time in what must be fucking for Lily's pleasure only, not focused on Jane at all. A little bit of playfulness left in her, mostly fueled by an indomitable human spirit of horniness, she tries to wriggle away, crawl forward, away from Lily. Begging to be caught, a promise that she will not be let go, that she is kept, seen, raw messy clam insides and all.
"Nu-uh," Lily pants behind her, pulling her roughly back on her cock. Jane has a sort of mental orgasm in response, where her entire brain fires at once, and thereby mates her to Lily for life, an irreversible change to her biochemical and energetic system.
"Let me cum in you. Just take it. Let me breed you, baby," Lily sighs, pressing herself all the way into Jane, balls to her ass, and yes, it's is only going to be this, only going to be Lily for Jane. "Gonna knock you up, fuck, can't get on my nerves at uni when you stay at home all round and knocked up, fuck—" a strong hand comes down on Jane's lower back, arching her prettily. Jane, obediently, holds the position, arching more, showing off.
There's a little pause, a little shuffling, and suddenly Jane's hair is pulled back, twisted around Lily's fist, and she moans, beginning to happily strain into the grip, when suddenly there's the familiar rough scratch of metal pins on her scalp, claw clip back in its rightful place. She shudders, overcome.
"Took this off like it isn't already yours," Lily huffs pettily, her thrusts mean again, holding Jane down again. The hair off of her own neck is a relief, less overheating. The clip is bouncing at the back of her head, pulling at the strands of hair, and Jane can just pant open-mouthed into the pillow under her face. "Gonna make sure you can't get me off of you again."
Lily gathers Jane's arms from the mattress, careful in bending them, and pins Jane's wrists to her lower back. Then, she pushes one of her legs up on the mattress, a clean ninety degree angle off to the side. A simple shove to her back and Jane fully collapses onto her stomach, and Lily is fucking her again, and like this it's so fucking deep, she's so full. Lily drapes herself over Jane's back, arms caging around Jane's head like a hug around her neck. Kisses to the back of her head, next to the clip.
"Just gotta take it baby, leave it all to me, gonna cum in you and make sure you stay at home, can't piss me off anymore in class, can't run away, can't have other people find out how easy you are for it, fuck, just be good and let me put a baby in you, fuck—" she keeps talking, clearly losing her mind a little, but Jane clenches around her on every little sentence, getting all she ever wanted, all she ever dreamed of, and suddenly she's angling her head down, licking all over the forearms presented to conveniently in front of her face, just for her, licking like a little kitten, grateful.
There's a groan next to her ear, exasperation and awe, and a few ruts have Lily coming, fingers digging into the sheets where Jane can see them. Enthusiastically, she pushes herself back against Lily's cock as best as she can without her arms for leverage, but still helpful, obedient, little thank you daddys smiled into Lily's shaking arms.
A small moment of collapse, breaths calming down, Jane happy and content squeezed under Lily's weight, before Lily sits up, flips Jane over again, scoots up her body, eyes still entirely blown out and looking so, so unreasonable, and sits herself on Jane's face.
Immediately, she hisses, clearly still sensitive, but she too must be guided by the indomitable spirit of horniness the way she grabs Jane's hair, angles her head how she wants it while making sure there's no weight resting on Jane's hair clip that could hurt her head. She rolls her hips down, head cradled safely, sliding her dripping pussy all over Jane's face. Not even asking! How rude! Jane smiles, pushes her own face harder into Lily. She smells so good, so right for Jane, she could drown in it, and there might really be nothing else she can ever do again. She lets Lily have her way, presenting her face for her to do with as she seems fit, but lets her hands wander, finally a little free to explore Lily's body. She's still wearing her skirt, but no panties, so Jane can grope her full and fantastic ass to her heart's content, but Lily smacks her thigh when she starts interfering with her rhythm.
So her hands wander elsewhere, up Lily's back, the strap of her bra, which she wrangles open. Lily, altruistically, halts to fulfill Jane's wish by taking her bra off entirely, then gets back to pushing Jane's face into her pussy. Jane is so wound high already, god, pussy in her face so distracting, that grabbing one of Lily's tits is so much for her, so life-changing, god, they're so perfect, she needs to put them in her mouth as soon as humanly possible. Her other hand loosely lands on Lily's hip, then moves to grab Lily's hand, the one she's not using to hold herself up on the headboard, and she interlinks their fingers, sweetly. Lily's hips stutter for a second. God, she is easy for the sweet things, isn't she? Jane brings their intertwined hands to Lily's hip again, helping her keep balance.
"Make me come," Lily moans, stilling her hips. Jane, desperately, presses her entire tongue over Lily's clit, lapping and sucking and way too soon there's a hand in her hair, pulling her off. She must look so indecent, looking up at Lily like this, considering how Lily stares at her for long seconds before she says: "Have you… fuck, Jane, have you done this before?" Jane, too horny to plot a lie, and committed to her rational strategy, shakes her head. "You're a virgin? Never had a pussy in your face, baby?" Lily seems to be going through something, so Jane just waits, licking her lips, looking up at her pleadingly. So patient. She's so good!
The weight and wetness is back on her face soon, thank god, but Lily holds her still by the hair again, grinds over her face, doing the work like before.
"Fuck, your first time? And you let me fuck you like that?" Lily laughs, humping Jane's face faster now. She tightens her grip on their interlinked hands, giggling. Jane can feel herself getting wetter, still, or again, or whatever makes sense, she doesn't know, except that she might come from Lily laughing at her this warmly. "Or is that why you take it so obediently? You can't do anything other than lie down and let me use you? Useless any time you actually need to do anything? If I make you ride my cock, could you even make yourself come on it?"
She's right, and close, and Jane wants her to come all over her face, even if she didn't help at all, if Lily has to do all the work because she's so useless, so Jane hopes, whines, hopes, and whines.
"So useless, fuck, can't do anything but take it, can you? So bad at this, for once, god, you're so lucky I love it like this, Jane, baby, so sweet, letting me do anything I want to you to make up for it, yeah? Could ride your face all day and fuck you with my big cock all day and you wouldn't complain, you'd be so grateful, no?" Her hands tighten, and Jane can feel it coming, grabs Lily's tit tighter, harder, hips humping into the air all desperate.
"Or I'm going to make you my star student, baby, daddy's best girl who's gonna learn so quick, everything I teach her, exactly how I want it, hm? Gonna show me, fuck, fuck, how quick you can learn when it's for me?" Jane nods under her, humming, whining, until Lily grips her tighter, "Stop fucking moving," she hisses, and then its just a couple more drags over Jane's face, right over her half outstretched tongue until she comes, grip painfully tight in her hair and on her hand, a moan so sweet, so full, that Jane can feel it in her bones and vows to dedicate her life to this.
Dutifully, she licks Lily clean, tenderly, pressing apologetic little kisses into Lily's skin whenever she twitches in sensitivity. It feels like a gut wrenching breakup when Lily flops off of Jane's face, panting on her back, one arm thrown over her face. Jane curls into her side like a house cat, purring, she would be flicking her pretty tail in the air and then curl it around them right now if she had one. An arm wraps around her, pulling her in even closer, sweat mixing with sweat.
Jane, not fully sure what the rules are, if there will be more or not, if this is over for tonight, or if this will keep going like a seesaw, her coming and Lily coming and then her coming and then Lily coming, but for now, she does what she can: one of Lily's tits is conveniently placed right by her face, so she cups the full of it gently and sucks the nipple into her mouth. So soft, so gentle, a gesture of calm and intimacy. She really hopes there will be more, but for now, she can rest a bit, wallowing herself in the scent of Lily Rozanova.
Then, frowning: “You haven‘t even kissed me!” She sits up, suddenly, smacking Lily’s chest. “Is this a no-kissing thing? Lily? Tell me this is a kissing thing!”
Lily is upright too, fast, looking like she woke up too fast from a much needed nap.
“Fuck, Jane, of course it’s— I got carried away, oh my god, let me—“ she grabs Jane’s face, confident, presses their lips together again, just like she did in the bathroom, and it’s perfect again, like everything is where it’s meant to be, like nothing is about to fall off of a cliff, and Jane never feels that way. It’s magic. Just for a bit, everything aligns. Even in between kisses, the feeling stays: nothing lurking, just the two of them, lazily making out.
”Of course this is a kissing thing, Jane Hollander.” It’s whispered, and sounds like it’s said through a firece blush. It is also the last thing Jane hears before she dozes off, fully relaxed this time, in the warm embrace of her Lily.