She's Still My Affinity

The One

"We belongs to fairytales, you and I, our love"

When Catherine finally got up, Fanny turned and followed her movements. She had never seen anyone in their nakedness move as safely and at the same time with so much wickedness as Catherine. Each of her movements seemed determined to seduce. 

She approached the table, opened the box and took out a cigarette. She put the cigarette and mouthpiece together, closed her sensual lips around the mouthpiece, lit it and inhaled. Her other hand carefully put it on her waist, emphasizing her bare breasts, her hips and the light blond triangle between her legs as she looked at Fanny through the smoke, her gaze fixed and smiling. 

She smiled in this way which made Fanny feel more exposed than real nudity, a rehearsed smile, Fanny did not hesitate, but did not lose its effect on her. Its had never failed. She watched hypnotized as Catherine smoked, and the emotion closed in her again, letting each lustful look that slid over her body turn into a touch that made burning marks on her skin.

Catherine took a last breath and squeezed the cigarette. Then she approached Fanny, leaned over her and pressed their lips together.

Cigarette smoke filled her mouth and, as she inhaled, she tasted Catherine and the strong smell of tobacco. Fanny deepened the kiss and only when Catherine pulled away breathing heavily, the smoke disappeared into the width of the room. But Catherine's lips stayed, kissing her neck, following the path between her breasts, over her stomach, to her curly hair. Her hands separated Fanny's legs and when her lips touched her, Fanny felt a surge of heady pleasure. She closed her eyes and gave herself completely to the wonderful feeling that Catherine's tongue caused. The burning in her abdomen increased and her hands clenched in Catherine's hair, since the desire was almost unbearable and exploded in her only a little later.

She lifted Catherine, kissed her greedily, savoring herself in her mouth, and the emotion persisted, burning between her legs. She turned looking at Catherine, who watched at her with bright eyes. She was as wet as Fanny was, and when Fanny slid her knee between Catherine's legs, a voluptuous sound escaped her throat, which made Fanny groan too. They began to move against each other, slowly, then faster and faster. Her breasts rubbed against the sweaty skin of others and their nipples were so sensitive that the intense pleasure was almost painful.

When both heartbeats had calmed down again, Catherine smirked. - "Still so insatiable in the mornings, some things never change."

Fanny came closer to her mouth and whispered. - "Still insatiable indeed, but just for you."

They would have preferred to remain in that bed in glorious nakedness for days and days, but reality knocked, quite literally at the door.

"We can not just go in there ..."

"But look what time it is now."

The whisper penetrated the door and Fanny blinked sleepily.

"I won't not knock!"

Fanny turned her head to catch a glimpse of the alarm clock. The next moment she sat upright in bed. - "Cath!"

"Hm?"

"We overslept!"

"Rock Scissors Paper?" - Fanny listened someone said outside.

"No way" - Alexandre replied.

"Just because you lose."

"Somehow you're cheating on this game."

"Or you're just not as hard to see through as you think" - Phil, Alexandre's boyfriend sneered. - "And who is knocking now?"