fair warning this is smut <3
How did she ever end up in this position? Ayame asks herself this as her body falls gently against silk bed sheets, her girlfriend wasting no time in leaning over her figure with a teasing grin, a majority of her clothing already haphazardly thrown on the bedroom floor. Midari's right hand travels to the back of her head, quickly tugging out the small ribbon keeping some of her hair back, letting it pool onto the pillows below. The taller girl runs her fingers gently through Ayame's hair as she leans into the shell of her ear. "Do you want me to take care of you, sweet girl?" she whispers.
The girl beneath her sighs in anticipation, "Please." Midari's grin widens as her lips graze against Ayame's, wasting no time in leaning into her. The kiss is slow, the two girls bathing in each other's touch as they draw soft sounds of pleasure from one another. Eventually, they pull apart for air, the pink of their cheeks from moments before now burning a deep crimson color.
Without a word Midari begins traveling lower, slowly unbuttoning the other girl's shirt, leaving open-mouthed kisses against her pale skin as she reveals it to the cool air. Ayame helps the sleeves off her shoulders as her girlfriend moves her hands to the waistband of her skirt, tugging gently before pulling at the zipper and removing the article completely leaving the brunette in her matching fuschia-colored lingerie set.
Midari laughs quietly, "Did you plan this?"
The latter blushes harder in embarrassment, turning her head away from Midari's teasing grin, "Maybe..."
The taller girl sighs, "Hey, I'm not complaining." Midari then reaches a hand down to the waistband of the other girl's panties, teasing the edge of the article to the point Ayame had begun to become impatient. A quiet whimper barely escapes her lips as her patience wears thinner by the second.
"Hmm? Did you need something?" Midari asks, looking into her girlfriend's eyes knowingly with a playful smile.
Ayame whimpers again, "You know what I want!"
"Oh, do I? Would you care to remind me?" Midari asks, absentmindedly drawing circles with her pointer finger against the brunette's abdomen.
Ayame huffs, "Please."
"Please what?"
Frustrated in more ways than one, the smaller girl gives in, "Touch me."
Midari's earlier grin vanishes into something more sugary sweet, "If you insist."
Ayame's breathing hitches as her hand finally brushes lightly against her clit, ever so slightly grinding downwards in an attempt at getting more friction. The action, however, fails to go unnoticed by Midari who raises an eyebrow silently before moving her hand's attention downwards, wasting no time in slowly pushing two fingers into the girl.
Ayame gasps quietly, her head tilting back into the pillows with her eyes screwed shut in pleasure as the pace of Midari's thrusting begins to quicken. The smaller girl had never been the loudest when it came to sex, the only sounds escaping her lips being quiet sighs, labored breathing, and the occasional airy moan when she got close to release.
Lost in pure ecstasy, the brunette doesn't even register her girlfriend's body beginning to hover over her own, Midari's hand still locked between her thighs. It isn't until the taller girl's lips capture her own does she notice their change in position.
After only a moment she begins to kiss her back, groaning quietly everytime Midari hits a certain spot inside of her with her fingers. She swore she could see stars when Midari begins thumbing her clit rhythmically, one of her hands coming up to scratch lightly at Midari's back, no doubt leaving faint marks.
It's only a minute later when Ayame finally feels herself let go onto Midari's fingers with a quiet, shuddering moan. The taller girl's fingers help her ride out her orgasm before slowly pulling out, her body rolling over to lie on her side to face her girlfriend, still lost in bliss.
As Ayame's heavy breathing begins to subside, the other girl lifts a manicured hand to brush her girlfriend's bangs off her forehead, running her fingers through locks of brown hair. "You did great hon." she whispers, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Ayame's flushed cheek.
Ayame's head turns to face Midari, "Thank you for that."
"No problem."
Ayame's body begins to scoot closer, pressing her bare body to Midari's with a content sigh. The two stay like this for a moment or two, the taller girl's hand still running through her girlfriend's hair.
The sweet silence is broken suddenly with Ayame's head perking up from Midari's chest, "My turn?"
Ayame's tone has the other girl's heart pumping faster, "Of course."
Suddenly, Midari is flipped onto her back, her still nude girlfriend hovering over her with the same almost predatorial look she'd fallen in love with etched on her features.
"Oh, I fucking love you."
