Daylight

38 | Her

The burning fire from the mantel cast a warm illusion in the dark bedroom, cold white snowflakes of snow fell outside the window. It was dark outside but the manor was filled with life.

Strange noises were heard all throughout the dark room, locked away from the music that filled the hall underneath them. Their lips burned against each other, tongues curling and crashing. Her fingers traced ancient french against the skin of her long legs to the insides of her thighs.

Madonna pulled away with a gasp, recovering the air she lost from the kiss, her lipstick smeared on the corner of her mouth. Her flaming red hair was a mess, scattered all over her face but still perfect.

Caroline laid underneath her, chest rising and falling unevenly as she tried to catch her breath, red marks from Madonna's lipstick were all over her face and her neck, trailing down to her chest.

Their legs were tangled together, their thighs slick and wet. They both basked in pleasure, panting against each other's mouth.

"Say it." Caroline husked, pulling Madonna to her, holding her face firmly, thumb pressing against her kiss-swollen lips "Say it again, Donna."

Madonna moaned at the mention of her name, she licked her lips, grazing Caroline's thumb "I love you." she said, voice impossibly deep and hoarse.

"Again." Caroline commanded, lowering herself and biting the spot where Madonna's neck met her shoulder, leaving another bite mark along with a few others that would take weeks to fade.

"I love you." Madonna positioned herself against the woman's toned thigh, lowering herself and heavens, she felt so hot. She shivered at the first touch of Caroline's skin against her "I love you. I love you, Caroline. I love you."

Her mind spun with blissful pleasure, her body burning hot as sweat slid down her forehead, she began grinding against Caroline's thigh, hissing upon realizing she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

She couldn't keep count how many times she came undone with Caroline's head between her legs, with her fingers buried impossibly deep inside the woman, tongue licking her clean until her legs turned into water.

Caroline pressed her thigh forward, pulling out a long moan from Madonna's mouth as she barely slid down. With a wicked thought forming in her mind, the redhead shifted from her position, she slid one leg under Caroline's, pulling the brunette towards her, making the bed creak softly.

Licking her lips, the fiery woman lowered herself once more and threw her head back at the naked feeling of Caroline's cunt against her own. Slowly, she rolled her hips and Caroline's back arched off the mattress, head shoved into the pillow.

"Are you close, my darling?" Madonna asked, her hips never once faltering, relentless and wild. Too much for a woman her age but she didn't care, she felt so young and beautiful with Caroline.

"God, yes!" Caroline groaned, placing her hands on Madonna's hips, nails digging against her warm skin, leaving red and crescent marks "Faster!"

Madonna smirked, pupils blown wide with lust. Her hips moved faster and harsher until Caroline was reduced to screaming french words, eyes screwed shut, eyebrows pinched together.

"I'm— Donna, I'm—" Caroline's body went limp as she came undone, Madonna following right after she did so. Slick and wetness dripped down her pale thigh into the burgundy covers under them.

Slowing down, Madonna eased Caroline down from her high, allowing her to ride out her orgasm before she finally calmed down. She met Caroline's eyes when she opened them, smiling down at her lover who laid beautifully underneath her.