Tightrope.- Trixya

12

How funny it was to get married.

You think everything will change after that, but it really only makes you hornier, or so Katya thought.

"I love you, I love you so much..." Trixie moaned as she bit her lip so hard that for a moment, she thought she would start bleeding, "Oh god..."

Honeymoons are often incredibly luxurious. Usually, the couple can go on an expensive trip or do ridiculous activities like in movies. The English poets of the sixteenth century described the first month of marriage as a dreamy phase. They considered it the sweetest period of all and full of promises and beautiful words to make the relationship even stronger than it already was.

That's why Katya was striving to make her wife happy with an orgasm.

"Trixie, you're so pretty," she said once that the girl was lying in bed, trying to control her breathing while kissing Katya. The girl looked so beautiful in the middle of the white sheets, her blonde hair curled in the most charming way possible, and her pink lips were swollen because of their intimate meeting that had just ended.

"Do you love me?"

"With all my soul," she answered without hesitation, kissing the naked breast of the blonde, "You are the love of my life."

"And you are mine," admitted the girl with a smile, caressing her tangled hair. They took the time to look into the eyes of seconds to reaffirm what they said above, and despite saying it thousands of times, they could still feel the lazy family fluttering in their stomachs "I can't believe you spent your savings to pay for a night here."

"You deserve it, baby. Also, we can always steal the bottles of shampoo to resell them and earn some money," she joked while kissing her, "Why don't you give yourself a shower to go down for dinner?"

"I want to go to the pool," Trixie mumbled with a lovely pout that the Russian couldn't help kissing.

"Okay, but the restaurant will be closed when we return," warned the girl, unable to resist one of her wife's whims. She was too tired to swim in the pool water that was probably icy at the time, but was too weak when Trixie was pouting that she couldn't refuse.

Besides, who was she to forbid her to wear one of her pretty pink bikinis?

"I can get something from the vending machine, what do you think?" the girl suggested, changing positions and causing Katya to find herself in the middle of her long legs while giving out messy kisses around her neck to try to convince her. As if the mere fact of existing wasn't enough to convince her to do anything.

"What you decide, baby. But first, I must make a call."

Trixie nodded, knowing exactly who she meant, and simply got up to put on her clothes, take her wallet, and get down to buy some candy for her dinner.

"Be sweet to her, kitty," she asked in a soft voice watching the other girl put on her underwear and taking the phone of the room.

"I'll be."

Trixie left without saying anything else, but not before leaving a small kiss on her forehead as a sign of support, letting the Russian dial the number she knew by heart while biting her nails nervously. Katya could feel her anxiety blossoming from the depths of her being, but still, she waited to hear a voice from the other line.

"Hello?" was heard from the other side.

"Mom?"

"Oh my god, Katya!" The woman on the other side of the line cried, calling her husband to let him know that her daughter had finally called, and all the sound behind could be heard. However, she decided to ignore it to bombard her with questions "where are you? Are you okay? Trixie's with you?"