Miss Honey - Lesbian Beyoncé oneshots

Daddy (Beynika)

Nicki was washing up after dinner while Beyoncé sat reading on the couch. It was considered classic literature but she honestly just wanted something to look at while she waited. She heard the clang of the last dish on the drying rack and listened for when the tap switched off. And then came the footsteps that made their way towards her. The tv was on and she knew Nicki would change the channel. Keeping her eyes on the book, she felt the sofa dip right next to her and listened to the changing tv channels. In not paying attention to her, Beyoncé couldn't help but pay attention. Truthfully, it was an obsession.

Nicki inched closer to her and Beyoncé turned a page. She hadn't actually finished the page but the book hadn't had her attention since Nicki came back into the room.

"Daddy?"

There it was - the the title that made Beyoncé weak. But she kept control resting her eyes on the book and resisting the urge to look at her. "Yes?"

"Can I-"

"May I." Beyoncé corrected, turning a page.

"May I ... sit on your lap please?"

Beyoncé sighed pulling the bookmark out of the back of the book and sliding it in between the pages. She closed the book, set it on the coffee table and then looked at Nicki who's gleaming eyes were still fixed on her, shining hopefully. It was as if she had just asked for candy at the grocery store.

Her dress was slightly high up since she'd had her legs crossed on the couch. Beyoncé could see a hint of her inner thigh, and she had to control herself. She breathed in.

"Come here." She said watching the grin light up Nickis face.

Following instructions, Nicki climbed over and sat sideways on Beyoncé's lap, knees bent over her thighs. Wrapping her arms around Beyoncé's shoulders, she buried her face into her neck and collarbone. "Love you" she giggled and Beyoncé smiled. Her hair smelled faintly of shampoo and Beyoncé stroked her hand up to the back of her head, relaxing her.

Nicki settled in pretending to watch TV as Beyoncé also got comfortable. She dropped one hand to Beyoncé's chest, resting it on her waist as Beyoncé wrapped an arm around her.

"Daddy?"

"Yes babygirl?"

"I like to sit on your lap." She said cutely as she snuggled a little closer pressing down into Beyoncé's lap. Beyoncé shifted a little, a low hum, rising in her. She felt a shiver in her groin. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, princess." Beyoncé shuddered knowing where this was going.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice is softer as though she is shy.

"Yes."

"Does it feel good ..." she was whispering now. "In your pants?"

Beyoncé shuffled, her body tingling. She could feel nicki on top of her, her body weight pressing into her crotch. Every time she sat like this, Beyoncé could barely handle it.
"Yes." She whispered. Their mouths were so close Nicki could taste her words. She was teasing her now because she knew what Beyoncé wanted.

It was no surprise how turned on Nicki was. She wanted this possibly even more than Beyoncé. She loved to watch Beyoncé unravel whilst trying desperately to maintain control. It turned her on to no end and gave her no choice but to submit when Beyoncé finally let go.

"I like making you wet Daddy," she pouted, looking shyly away. She shifted her hips in Beyoncé's lap causing the woman to bite her lip. She wanted Onika more now the desire to do dirty things to her was almost overpowering. She knew Onika would let her right now but this was the game they played and loved. She found herself engaged in an internal conflict wanting to resist the woman but how could she? Onika was on top of her giving her the very feeling she wanted. Her ass in her lap, pressed against her opening. She wanted to bite it, to feel her squirm and hold her there between her teeth as she left marks.