Sarah paulson one shots

Spaghetti - Part 2

"Do you want to watch the film?" Cordelia asks, grabbing your hand and leading you to the sofa. "Of course," you agree and sit down next to her.
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An hour and 15 minutes later, the film had finished. Delia and you were cuddled up on the sofa, arms wrapped around eachother, blankets wrapped around your legs. You turn your head to look at Delia, she was already looking at you, smiling. "Did you enjoy the movie?" You ask her. "Yes it was great," you feel her move her hand under the blanket to grasp your thigh. "I also liked our reenactment," she leans closer into you, millimetres away from your lips. "Mhm, so did I," you lean forward and close the gap between you both. You immediately close your eyes, letting your lips take control over the situation. Her hands cup the side of your face, slowly moving to the back of your head, pulling you closer to her.

Cordelia places her hands on your lower back, encouraging you to climb onto her lap, which you do. She places her hands on the bottom of your shirt, encouraging you to take it off. You quickly take it off. "No bra huh," she murmurs, attaching her mouth to your chest. "Such a good girl," she whispers, pulling herself off your chest and kissing you again, harder this time. You begin to grow desperate, wishing she would just get to the point. "Please Delia," you whimper as she sucks on your breast a bit harder. "Is my baby growing impatient?" She laughs and takes her own top off. Her breasts were covered with her simple, white bra. You wanted it off.

You leaned behind her, bringing your chest closer to Delia's mouth, and unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts. You hands immediately latch onto them, rubbing them. Cordelia moans out, then finally gives in, giving you what you want. She lifts you off her lap, pulling your sweatpants off, leaving you in only your underwear. "Wait are the girls in," you quickly stopped kissing her, pulling back. Cordelia leans forward again, capturing your lips into another kiss. "No they're out," she mumbles as her head falls down between your breasts. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as she lays you down against the sofa, positioning herself between your legs.

Her soft hands, rub up and down your legs, teasing you even more. "Delia please," you whine, placing your hands on the back of her head, making her more eager to get to work. She laughs at your neediness and effortly and expertly removes your underwear, discarding it on the floor to be dealt with later. You feel her fingers slowly enter you and she begins thrusting at a slow pace. "That's it," she cooes as your head is buried in a pillow. The sight before her was driving her wild, but she wanted to focus on you first. Her fingers continue plunging into you. Her other hand is currently occupied on keeping your legs open, as they keep closing from the amount of pleasure she is causing.

"Look at you," she lowly speaks. She knew how close you were, so her thumb attached itself to your clit. A loud moan echoed throughout the room as you could feel yourself almost there. "Just a little faster," you moan between each word. She does as she is told and goes that little bit faster, her other hand digging into your thigh by now. "There you go, let go baby," she softly says before pulling her fingers out of you. She looks up at you, warm brown eyes looking into yours.

"Well that was something," your orgasm had subsided and you were able to function now. "It certainly was," she laughed and climbed up next to you. "Don't think we're done. Baby we haven't even gotten started yet," you whisper in her ear, licking the shell.