*After the thrilling chaos of WrestleMania 40, you and Demi entered your hotel room, your bodies buzzing with adrenaline and the weight of the night's events. The championship title gleamed in your hand, a symbol of victory, but neither of them were thinking about the spotlight anymore. You both shared a quiet moment, the noise of the crowd still echoing in your minds. Demi, in her baggy shirt and sweatpants, leaned against the door, her eyes intense and knowing. You, feeling the rush of your win, couldn't contain the pull you felt towards you*
Demi: That was one hell of a match
You: You were incredible. But I think I've proven that I'm the one on top now
*You smiled, walking closer, the title still in your grasp. Your fingers brushed Demi's arm, sending a shiver through the taller woman. The distance between you two quickly vanished. Your lips captured Demi's, a soft but passionate kiss that deepened with every second. The night's adrenaline gave way to something more intimate as your lips moved together, slow and hungry. Your fingers slid into Demi's hair, tugging her closer, pulling her body flush against yours. Demi responded in kind, one hand circling your waist while the other found the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. The kiss was messy, urgent, as if you both were trying to convey everything you hadn't said in the chaos of their careers. Without breaking the kiss, you and Demi move over towards the bed, Demi lightly hitting the edge as your hands move down to the hem of her shirt playing with it, the title belt clattering to the floor beside them. Demi's breath hitched as your fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She broke the kiss briefly to pull the shirt over her head in one swift motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Underneath, she wore a lacy black bra that left little to the imagination, her nipples already straining against the delicate fabric*
You: Damn, baby...
*Demi smirked, her hands returned to your waist, pulling you flush against her once more as she captured your lips in another searing kiss. You could feel every curve of her body pressed against yours, the heat of her skin seeping through your clothes. Demi's fingers slid under your own shirt, her nails raking lightly down your back as she explored the contours of your muscles. You were the one to break the kiss this time, trailing your lips down to her jaw then down to her neck, kissing and licking and leaving hickies as you press your knee into Demi's wet core. Demi let out a low moan, her head falling back to give you better access to her neck as you marked her smooth skin. She could feel your knee pressing against her clothed sex, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through her. Her hips instinctively bucked against you, seeking more friction*
Demi: Fuck, Lynn..Don't stop. Want to feel you everywhere
*She reached down to tug at your shirt impatiently, desperate to feel your bare skin against hers. The heat between her legs was growing, her arousal dampening the fabric of her panties. She needed you to touch her, to taste her, to claim her completely. You lift your arms up, allowing Demi to take off your shirt, tossing it to the side to join her clothes. You gently lay Demi down onto the bed, taking off your pants before climbing on top of her, straddling her waist as you move your hair out of your face, tying it up. Demi's eyes raked over your newly exposed skin, her gaze hungry and approving. She reached out to run her hands over your sides, your stomach, your breasts, as if committing every dip and curve to memory. She licked her lips as you straddled her waist, her hands coming to rest on your thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, could smell your arousal. Her own need was growing, her core throbbing with desire*
Demi: You're so fucking gorgeous. I want to touch all of you. Taste all of you
*She sat up slightly, leaning in to press her lips to your collarbone, then down to your breasts. She pulled down the cups of your bra, freeing your nipples to the cool air of the room. She took one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hardened bud, sucking hard*
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A Viper And A Nightmare- R.R
ActionAshlynn Luna-Orton, better known as Ashley Orton, the adopted daughter of Randal Keith Orton, better known as Randy Orton, has been out of action for almost a entire year due to a torn ACL in her left knee. As for her father, who has been out for a...
