EPILOGUE

503 - YACHT (M)

3RD PERSON

"That's.. torture. But sure, I love to be under you.. literally and figuratively."

Like a ticking bomb, Denise crashed and lavished Cathy's mouth as she pinned both of her arms above her head and pressed her body against Cathy's.

Cathy's senses got sensitive in an instant after feeling Denise's soft mount pressed against her. She realized by now that her girlfriend was just on her shirt and not wearing a brassiere inside so she could feel her front fully. With a heated face and neck, she tries to lift her head to fight for dominance but Denise won't let her. She was pressed against the bed and was firmly held by Denise's hands. She miserably failed so instead of trying to be dominant, she submissively parted her mouth and welcomed Denise's tongue.

Denise eventually freed her hands and Cathy automatically crawled her hands inside Denise's shirt, she then slowly lifted her shirt up and gently caressed her bare skin. As if on cue, Denise pulled herself away for a moment, leaving Cathy's mouth parted because she's anticipating  for more.

"Look at me, love." Denise asked after seeing Cathy's eyes were shut.

Cathy half opened her eyes and dazely met Denise's. But her dazed gaze flickered open upon watching Denise slowly undress on top of her. "F-fuck." She softly cursed.

The next thing she knew, she's tangled in between Denise's arms while they're both naked and their lips locked.

Cathy might have tried to fight for dominance at first but at the back of her mind, she wanted what Denise was doing. She wanted to submit herself to Denise. She wanted Denise to dominate her. And the fact that Denise's on top of her drives her even crazier, she wanted to tell her to take her but she couldn't. She wanted to enjoy every little feeling that Denise's giving her. 

Denise's body becomes aggressive as her knees in between Cathy move forward, causing Cathy's legs to spread. Then from Cathy's lips, Denise's kisses went down on her neck, leaving fiery and invisible traces on her skin.

"Love.." Cathy couldn't help but to moan as Denise indulged herself onto her chest.

Denise reached one of her hands and intertwined them against her fingers then her free hand went and cupped one of Cathy's mount as her mouth found its way to her other mount. She's kneading and palming Cathy's mount while consequently playing fire with the other mount using her mouth and tongue.

Soft whimpers escaped from Cathy. She couldn't think rationally. She's so lost. Each unfamiliar feeling is consuming her sanity. She couldn't point out if it's because Denise's palming her mount or if it's because her warm breath and soft tongue tickles the other or if it's because her right knee forwarded until it touched her core, her sensitive and wet core.

Denise continued trailing along Cathy's body, her kisses went down, along her stomach, teasing her navel and her lower abdomen.

Cathy's totally aware where Denise's kisses were heading. She knew it and she could stop Denise anytime she wanted but she didn't. Instead, she's anticipating it. She's ready. She's willing. She's more than willing to sacrifice and submit her body to Denise. All because of one reason—she loves Denise.

"Denise! Aaah!" Cathy couldn't help but to shout in surprise because Denise suddenly put her right hand on her core. But her whimpers stopped because Denise claimed her lips while her hand's teasing her entrance.