Lost On You : Marthe Woertman LGBTQ+ Fanfic

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Maxine.

I can feel her lips under the sheets, dragging down my clothed stomach. She thinks I'm asleep, but I am very much awake, enjoying this. Marth's hands grip my hips as she lifts the t-shirt I took from her. Her lips kissing my bare stomach made it hard not to announce that I'm awake. I felt her hand dip inside my panties. I tried to stay as still as possible as she dragged the cotton down my legs, spreading my legs. Her lips grazed over me, making me turn my head to the side.

She paused.

She continued.

Marth gently pressed her tongue flat against me, and it was hard to stay silent when I want to grip her hair and pull on it. She's never been this soft on me. Maybe it's because she thinks I'm sleeping, but I like it. She's taking her time, not in a rush, but I want her to eat me until I can't breathe.

I tossed my head to the other side, but Marth didn't stop, confident I was twitching from a dream. My legs have a mind of their own as they instinctively try to squeeze Marth's head. She pushed my legs back again, and I can't take the slow strokes of her tongue. Her fingers slowly enter me, and I'm desperate to scream out. I let muffled moans escape my lips, tossing my head around once more as I feel her kiss up my stomach, to my neck, next to my ear.

"Wake up, baby," Marth coos, and I can feel that cocky little smirk against my skin before her lips tug on my earlobe. I didn't listen to her, wanting her to try harder. I felt her thumb press on my clit, rubbing soft circles, and I decided I've had enough, I shot my eyes open, and she chuckles, still pumping her arms.

"There we go," she says as I cry out as she went back under the sheet, but I want to see her dark eyes darken even more, so I pushed the sheet back, gripping her hair, pulling on it as my back arches off the bed. Her tongue isn't giving me soft strokes anymore but giving me the rough relentless rhythm I'm in love with.

"Fuck, Marth," I cry out before hitting my climax. Marth held me down, riding out my high before I fell limp into the mattress. She kissed back up but to my lips.

"Good morning," Marth says, kissing my face gently. I look at her, trying to catch my breath as she helps me back into my panties.

"Morning," I say, swinging my leg over her hips. I placed my hands on her stomach, playing with the hem of her tank top.

"Coffee?" Marth asked, sitting up, kissing me again.

"It's a Sunday, so we don't have to go anywhere," I smile down at Marth as she gets out of the bed, my legs wrapped around her, and she carried me out of the bedroom, placing me on the counter in the kitchen.

"I have to move all my things back," I said, reminding her of the empty space in the closet. Marth's smile is bright as she kisses me again.

"Fuck, I've missed this," she says, kissing down my neck. I giggled, lifting her head up.

"I'll be right back," I said, hopping off the counter. Marth smacked my arse on my way into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of her shorts before heading back to Sybil's for my things.

"It's gonna be quiet, but good luck, and don't be a stranger. My door's always open," Sybil's generosity knows no bounds as she helps me pack.

"Thank you," I said, engulfing her in a hug. Sybil chuckled against me before cupping my face in her hands.

"You guys are going to make it, and now this is weird because I've seen you naked, and you've seen me naked," this is definitely weird.

"Why is it like that?" I asked at her door. Sybil shrugged, opening the door for me.