Night Like That (rewritten)

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On Chastity's lips lain madness. This, Ivy figured, the moment she was a milimeter away from them. 

A second ago, she had been willing to drown in them. To hell with the sensibilities of addressing unwanted elephants in rooms they could scarcely fit. What was there to a little fingering and kissing in friendships? It made them stronger, that's what. And she was of the opinion theirs was the strongest of them all but then, there was the other problem that the strength of the friendship seemed to be called forth by the jingling madness of alcohol. 

"Don't think about it," her one-way ticket to heavenly hell said and her mind did exactly that. 

It did not think. Just felt.

She was sure she had kissed her before. She could not forget it. While Chastity was the kind of person to kiss her friend on the cheek, and forehead - occasionally, while she was reenacting historical dramas - the back of the hand, she had never gifted her a kiss on the lips. But then, that godsent weekend happened and Ivy could not believe it. She could not fully fathom that she had been drowning in Chastity's essence; kissing her so greedily she was an honorary monarch of the fourth circle. She drowned in the way only fish could - impossibly. 

Yet, she had not fully realised just how soft her lips were. How plum. Her memories had not done her any favours. They were somehow unrealised which made absolute sense because Ivy was not the kind of girl who could be done justice by mere memories. She was so much bigger than the tiny specs of them - she needed to be experienced at every turn of life and Ivy wanted that so desperately she whispered her name, a hair's breath against her lips. 

"Like you mean it, darling."

And mean it she was going to. She pulled her to herself and kissed her as she had been meaning to for as long as she could remember - which was not long at all. Everything about Chastity was tantalizing - the softness and the comfort, the vodka and the escaped moan, the hands that were just as greedy as hers. Ivy could not get enough no matter how much she pulled her closer to her person. She wanted her even closer still, under her skin if it suddenly became possible. She wanted to be possessed by her even more than she currently was. She wanted to have more hands to touch her just about everywhere but she reckoned that at that moment, the two would do. So, to satiate her need for worship, she slid her right hand to her ass, the other greedy about her waist. 

So soft, she thought, then pinched a good chunk of it, slapping it in quick succession. Breaking from the kiss, a moan escaped Chastity and this was apparently more fuel to touch parts of lust in Ivy she did not think she had. With the need to be ever closer, she did not wait for her to resume the kiss and instead kissed her neck, then went on down to nibble on her collarbone. The clothes, she thought, needed to be gone. 

"I need more," she said against her neck, reluctant at letting go of either her ass or waist. She wanted to touch her but she also wanted to continue touching her where she had been. So much of Chastity needed to be touched and worshipped and placed on the highest of alters yet there Ivy was, incompetent for she only had two fucking hands. 

"Then take it," Chastity said, breathy and lusty just as her. 

Ivy wanted to know if she was just as wet as she was but it was too soon. She needed to savour. She couldn't just jump from one to a hundred. She needed to enjoy the crescendo she hoped would be the moans she was gifted from her love. Dammit, she needed an A at the art of fucking one Chastity Kioko. 

In two, possibly three, failed swoops, she helped Chastity out of her sensible work blouse and then out of her even more sensible bra. Chastity was always about sensibility when it came to clothes and work. Making that sensibility illicit was so good Ivy all but screamed as she drowned herself in her breasts. They were just as glorious, just as perfect as the rest of her and when she pulled her right nipple to her mouth, she almost joined in with the gasps that Chastity coloured the room with. Wanting more, she pulled at the other, toying with it, following the same rhythm as her mouth. It was too much for Chastity because she pushed her away.

"Go lower," she instructed and because Ivy was half brat half obedient, she let escape a chortle.

"Say please and I might."

Chastity's right eyebrow shot up, amusement playing on her lips. "So you don't want me to sit on your face?"

It was not a fair ask. Ivy wanted to be choked by her hips. She wanted to savour her to the point where breathing just didn't occur. Had this not been her ultimate goal in life? The half of her that was obedient won and the other that was all brat let it happen. They were both in absolute agreement that drowning between her legs as soon as possible was the ultimate act of joy. So, she placed small kisses and small bites, hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys. That sweet noise getting breathier with each movement and as though her hands were their own entity, they pulled her knickers before her mouth could get to that and her left hand found the wettest and sweetest spot.

It was devoid of any thought, the way Chastity's back arched. Just a small rub and she was gone. A small rub and she was damn near a fountain. Ivy felt herself getting just as wet, just as needy. She thought to touch herself the moment she had done proper servitude of Chastity's pussy. 

"You feel so good I have to look," she said, eyes travelling over Chastity, trying to find contact with the eyes that were closed. "Open your eyes," she instructed, all the while rubbing delicately at Chastity's clit. "I have to see your eyes before I feast on your pussy." 

Chastity opened her eyes prompting Ivy to smile and rub at her clit with a bit more force than before. It was reflex, closing her eyes whenever Ivy rubbed her, then it was good submission when she would open them to continue with what Ivy had decided was eye-fucking. 

"A bit harder, please," she suggested, pushing her legs wider, coaxing Ivy's hand to do exactly that. 

Ivy smiled. "Patience." She wondered why she'd even said that. She wasn't patient. She was practically humping the sofa! Who did she think she was? Yet, she did want to look at her. Something, an infernal voice at the back of her head, kept on suggesting it might be the last time she did. She could not have it. She wanted to scorch the image of Chastity, wanton for her, at the back of her mind for the nights when she was feeling lonely and wanted to touch herself. She wanted to have her own special site that could only be accessed by her, whenever. 

She stopped playing with her clit, broke eye contact and shifted to stare at her pussy. It was just as beautiful as her. Just as tantalizing. And something about the constant wetness made her feel as though she was one with insanity. She needed to be buried right there. Without practising the patience she had asked for, she kissed her lips, finding her clit and sucking at it softly but firmly. It was one of the key things she remembered about their first night. Chastity liked soft and firm. 

Chastity began moving, her hand reaching to Ivy's head, pushing her closer. She was saying something but it was all unintelligible. Ivy figured it might have been instructions to finger her and so, she found her entrance and with much ease, let two fingers inside her. It was a cry that followed after she found the sweet spot that was right under her clit. Following the same rhythm as her mouth, she massaged Chastity's G-spot. Chastity increased her movements, her walls pulsating around Ivy's fingers. Her legs shook, her thighs coming closer together, only Ivy's right hand keeping one of them from crushing her, ultimately. 

"IVY!" She cried out as she climaxed, writhing so wonderfully Ivy was tempted to try and give her another orgasm immediately. She wanted to torture her. She was going to torture her. 

"Let's move this to the bedroom," she said, getting up and pulling a naked Chastity after her.