The Force Won't Save You (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Feeling a weight set over her hips, Briar was startled awake to find her wife looking down at her with a soft smile. "Good morning, my love."

Sleep was still leaving her as Briar continued to look up at Trilla with startled confusion. "Why are you on top of me?" Briar looked around for the comforter, realizing that it was now at the foot of the bed, practically falling off. She then realized that Trilla's clothed core was hovering dangerously close to hers. Is she...?

Trilla pushed her hair behind her ear before she lowered herself, her hands framing Briar's head. "Did your dream really escape you that quickly?" The former Grand Inquisitor asked, glancing from Briar's eyes down to her lips.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Briar tried to think back to the dream she'd been having. It was as if she'd run into a brick wall; she couldn't recall a single detail about her dream. "No? What was I doing?"

A boastful chuckle left the woman above her as she leaned down, hovering her lips over Briar's. "You were..." Trilla began, giving her a chaste kiss. Briar's head was turned to expose her neck, feeling teeth sink into the flesh behind her ear. "...moaning my name, and..." Briar's back arched, her chest pressing into Trilla's as a warm tongue slid down the side of her neck. Briar's hands grabbed onto Trilla's thighs to keep her there as she waited for her wife to speak again. "...you were moving your hips as if you were riding something."

Trilla leaned up again, watching her closely. "What were you doing, Briar?" Her wife's accent was thick as her voice lowered, sending a shiver down Briar's spine. Before she could answer, Briar's hands were removed from Trilla's thighs and buried into the pillows above her head. Briar's heart thundered as the woman above her smirked at the weak whimper her wife emitted.

"Trilla, please."

Trilla's mouth fell open into a surprised smile. "Already begging me? Where's that powerful woman I married, hmm?"

Another whimper left Briar. She didn't want the teasing. Her wet dream had come back to her in full force, a pool already in between her legs. She was close to throbbing now as her wife continued to tease her.

"She's... she's clearly not here right now."

"Oh? And where did she go, darling?"

Briar's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Trilla bucked her hips into Briar's core with no warning at all.

"Please Trilla, it's been so long." She was fully whining now, unashamed of the need quickly engulfing her.

There was a chuckle above her as friction was caused over Briar's core again. "It's been a week, Briar. The last time was in the shower, do you recall?"

Briar tried to raise her hips to continue putting pressure over her core, Trilla's hips rising to refuse the action. She tried to push up on the hands holding her wrists down, finding that they couldn't move an inch.

"I asked you a question, Briar."

Her eyes snapped open, finding Trilla staring down at her expectantly. She could feel herself throbbing underneath her boxers as she forced herself to think coherently enough to fulfill the request.

"Yes, I remember."

"I want details, my darling."

Briar huffed, trying to give off the impression that she was actually irritated with the woman above her. But sadly, Briar didn't accomplish that task. If anything, it only made the smirk above her grow.

She cleared her throat, afraid that her voice would sound like a mouse. "Your back was against the shower wall, one foot resting on the edge of the tub as I had two fingers inside of you." Trilla's mouth fell open above her, her eyes growing darker as her pupils widened. Briar took advantage of her wife's shock, rocking her hips to grind against her. "You were so wet for me, Trilla. You were trying so hard to be quiet, but your-"