Lesbian Oneshots

You wake up before Vera, silently creep out of bed to take Nene outside. You watch her for a moment before going back inside to make coffee. As the smell of coffee fills Vera’s kitchen you take a moment to reflect on the last few days. You knew you’d have a great time on this trip, you always do with Vera, but it has been more than you could’ve imagined.

Once the coffee is done brewing you prepare two cups, take a few sips of the one you’d made for yourself. You’re looking out the window and enjoying the stillness of a quiet morning when you hear footsteps behind you, turn with your mug in hand to see Vera entering the kitchen. She has a loose t-shirt and boxers on, her hair sleepy and cute.

“Good morning love, I made us coffee”, you say with a smile.

Vera smirks, taking your coffee mug from your hand, placing it on the counter, and then sliding her hands around your waist. “I see that... Do you realize how sexy you are in my kitchen in the morning, wearing my shirt, drinking coffee from a mug I’ve had since high school?”

You laugh, “Oh?”

“Incredibly sexy. Irresistibly sexy.” she says before kissing you. It’s slow but deep, a bit teasing. You groan into the kiss, body awakening now more than it had been with the coffee. She gently presses you back into the counter, the edge of it against your spine. Her hips roll forward slightly as her tongue slides into your mouth, her hands skimming up your sides under your shirt.

She pulls back to kiss along to your ear, asks “We had plans today, but I don’t think I can let you leave the house. What if we stay in all day?”

“All day?” you ask, laughing lightly. “Yes, please.”

She moves to kiss you again, her knee sliding between your legs and rolling upwards. The thin layer of underwear between you is damp already, tells you how quickly she gets you worked up with a few words and her hands on you. She explores you over the t-shirt you borrowed from her, her hands are slow, light, teasing. Being pressed against the counter amplifies the feeling, you want more, but she has you pinned. You grind against her leg with more pressure, whining into the kiss. She doesn’t change what she’s doing, it’s good but you’re burning up with the desire for more. You make another frustrated sound and she pulls back, smirking.

“¿Qué?” she asks, her voice innocent but the smirk remaining.

“You know what you’re doing, Vera Maria”, you say with a groan.

“Tell me what I’m doing?” she asks.

“Being a tease.”

“Oh? Am I?” she asks, her knee continuing to slowly roll against you.

“I want you, please.”

“I’m right here baby. If you want something more, ask for it”, she says as her hands tease at the bottom of your shirt, fingertips against your bare sides again.

“More, please, mami”

She suddenly lifts you to the counter, spreading your legs as she steps between them. Her fingers graze over you, damp lace pressing into you. “What do you want baby?” she asks, continuing to lightly rub against you over the lace.

“Go down on me, please.”

She smirks, lowering herself to kiss along your leg. She kisses the abrasion on your knee, “I wonder how you got this?” she asks with a knowing smirk. Moving up your leg, she stops at the mark she left there, slightly faded after a few days. “And this has been teasing me all week” she says, kissing it.

She continues to move up your thighs until she reaches your panties, laying light kisses against the lace. You roll your hips slightly forward. She laughs, says “eager” and kisses your lace covered core again before pulling back to take your shirt over your head. You’re left in your underwear on her counter, and she groans, her fingers returning to the damp lace between your legs and her mouth falling on one of your breasts.

Her touch between your legs remains light, teasing as she explores your chest. She takes her time there, kissing between your breasts and along the marks she left on you before taking your other nipple into her mouth.

Impatient, your hands move into her hair and you nudge her downward. “Baby, please”, you whine again. She laughs darkly and kisses down your stomach. When she reaches the top of your panties she finally pulls them down, taking you back off of the counter in the process.

“I have an idea mami” she says, flipping your positions, her back against the counter now, dropping to her knees in front of you. She lifts one of your legs, saying “on the counter, love”. You put your leg up on the edge as instructed, and she murmurs “just like that”.

Her back against the side of the counter, she pulls you by the hips into the perfect position, tips her head back and puts her mouth on you. You moan, the position has you wide open, her tongue finding your clit immediately. She tightens her fingers against your hips, groans into you as she falls into a light, slow rhythm.

The position allows you to grind down onto her mouth, control the pressure yourself. She’s moving slow, but you roll down to sink into it, increasing the sensation of her tongue on your folds. You clock what she’s doing, intentionally teasing the hell out of you, but the angle at least allows you some control, some ability to increase what she’s doing.

She keeps her tempo at the same agonizing pace, good but not enough. When you try to grind down against her she starts to pull back slightly, taking away your ability to increase her pressure on you.

“Vera.” you say, whining.

She pulls back, looks up at you, “¿Sí, mi amor?”

“Please.”

“Cariña, I already told you. I want to hear you ask.”

You groan. “More, faster. Please.”

“There you go, that’s my girl” she says with a low laugh, pulling your hips down as she tilts back up into you. She increases her pace slightly, doesn’t pull back when you roll down into her mouth.

Her tongue works circles on you, a pattern that she’s perfected with hours spent between your legs. She’s drawing it out on purpose, building you up with intention instead of with speed. She’s fantastic at whatever method she’s using, but you love it when she takes her time with you like this. Being wide open on the counter adds a layer to the experience, it feels vulnerable and exposed in a way that turns you on.

“Your fingers, please, mami.” you moan.

She clenches her fingers on your hips firmly, but keeps her hands in place. You groan, realizing what she’s playing at. “Will you please fuck me with your fingers?”

She hums into you, her mouth not stopping, and moves one hand from your hip. She collects moisture along your folds with two fingers before slowly sliding them inside of you, curling them perfectly right where you want them as they bottom out. You arch into it, moaning loudly at the first flick of her fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s good” you say breathily, rolling down into her.

With the addition of her fingers moving in and out of you, you start to feel the edges of your orgasm approaching. You feel yourself contract on her fingers, your body giving you away. She increases her pace on you slightly, groaning into you.

You feel yourself twitch on her fingers again, focusing on the way that she’s pushing you towards the edge, when she suddenly stops. She pulls her fingers free, moves out from under you.

Your hips twitch in the air at the sudden loss of sensation, the retreat from the brink of orgasm. Vera takes your leg from the counter, turns you, lifts you back onto the counter. Smirks at your bemused expression before kissing you, letting you taste yourself for a moment.

She pulls back and says, “Did I say you could come yet?“, before gently pushing you to your back on the counter. She spreads your legs, slides two fingers back into you, fucking them into you slower than before.

“God damn, Vera”.

“¿Qué?” she says with a smirk, just before pulling your hips forward on the counter and returning her mouth to you.

You moan, your hands falling to her hair. She’s returned to her slow, teasing pace. Now that you’re aware of what she’s doing, you shift your focus from orgasm to just taking it, knowing you’ll be here for a while. You’ll whine about it, but she knows you love this. Something about being repeatedly denied amps everything up for you, takes sensation to another level. When she finally lets you come, you’ll be that much more sensitive, that much easier to push into overstimulation later.

She works you slowly like that until you’re thoughtless. Every fiber of your being focused on that way that she’s moving her tongue against you, the rhythmic curl of her fingers in you. You find yourself pulling her hair, her name falling from your lips.

“Hmmm?” comes from between your legs, her mouth never leaving you.

“You’re incredible” you murmur back at her “But I want more, you’re being a tease.”

She pulls back, kisses your thigh, laughs as she says “Isn’t that the point? You like this.”

She returns to what she was doing, but after a few seconds she changes her rhythm, flicking over you more quickly, using more of her mouth. Her fingers follow, fucking into you hard enough now that they make a sound when they bottom out.

Your hands start to move to your chest, question if you’ll get scolded for that with the way Vera is being. You groan. “Can I play with my nipples?”

You take her humming between your legs as approval, cupping your breasts. You pinch your nipples, moan, and roll your hips against her face. Laying flat on the counter limits your movement, likely intentionally, but it gives you a bit of increased pressure as you grind into her.

You feel yourself flutter against her fingers, your clit throbbing. She pulls back, her fingers sliding out of you, saying. “Ah, ah, ah” as she kisses down your thigh. Stops for long enough to leave another mark, almost parallel with its twin on your other thigh. You groan, both at the loss of contact and at the running tally of little mementos that she’s left on your skin this week. She pulls back, kisses the spot she just left, and stands.

“Come here, love” she says as she takes your hand, pulling you into a seated position. She kisses you firmly, her tongue moving in your mouth. Her lips don’t leave yours as she pulls you from the counter.

She breaks the kiss to smirk at you, turns and pulls you along behind her by the hand. She leads you to her living room couch, lays down on it. She rolls her tongue and bites her lip, says “Sit on my face”.

You position yourself over her, one knee between her body and the back of the couch, the other nearly on the edge of the cushion. Your hand falls into her hair and you catch her blue eyes, “I love you.”

She smiles, kisses your leg, “I love you too”.

Her hands reach for your hips, pulling you into her mouth. You moan, looking down at her as she begins to work on you again. Her eyes hold yours as she licks into your folds, moving around your clit teasingly before returning focus there. You moan and brace one hand on the back of the couch, tighten your fingers in her hair.

You’re allowed more control here than the counter gave you, grinding into her face. She’s held you back twice now, and you can’t help the pressure behind your hips as you roll into her. She follows the rhythm of your body, gives you more than she has so far, working into you quickly.

It’s heady being on top of her like this, your eyes locked on hers with you sitting on her face. Not much time passes before you feel orgasm building in you again, brought on more quickly by being denied. You moan, feeling the sensation rise in you with every flick of her tongue.

“Please let me come”, your voice is a breathy whine.

She moans into you, tightening her fingers on your hips. She works her tongue more quickly, her eyes locked on yours. Your hips falter in their rhythm against her, your back arching, and you finally crash into release. It’s almost too much, she doesn’t slow her pace, holds you down against her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through you, it feels endless.

When the tension finally releases from your body you groan, her tongue finally slowing. You pull back off of her, slide down to sit on her stomach, lean in to kiss her. Your legs feel useless, your heartbeat rapid. You have to catch your breath when you pull back from the kiss, rest your forehead on hers.

“Mi diabla, oh my god.” You whisper as you catch your breath.

She laughs, “pero te gusta, baby”.

You return the laugh, say “I like it a lot”

“Let me strap you” she says, kissing you once.

You climb off of her, legs wobbly. She notices and laughs again “Can you walk mami?”

“Yesss” you hiss, glaring jokingly.

“We’re just getting started and you’re already looking like a baby deer taking its first steps.”

You lightly smack her bicep and she wraps her arms around you from behind, trapping both arms, laughing into your neck. You take a few stumbled steps together like that before she releases you, smacks your ass, and says “Mi cama, vamos, mamacita.”

You throw your hands up, say “bossy”, and start walking to her bedroom.

You climb into bed, arranging the pillows and laying down. Her eyes run over your body and she groans. “You first, just you. I want your pussy on mine.”

You groan in return, her choice of words sending sparks to your clit. She climbs in after you, pulling her shirt over her head. You reach to help her pull her boxers down. She moves to position your legs and you stop her, saying “let me touch you first, come here”.

She smirks, puts one leg over your body. You trace your fingertips down the tattoo on her abdomen, falling into her soft curls. When you reach her wetness you inhale deeply, saying “Baby you’re so wet for me, god that’s hot. Did you get all worked up eating me out?“. Your eyes flick to hers.

“I woke up thinking about eating you out like that”

You rub slow circles on her clit, savoring the silky smoothness of her. Her lips part slightly and she lets out a breathy moan.

“You waited a long time to get anything back, working me over like that” you coo at her.

She rolls her hips into your hand. You know that she won’t last long after taking her time with you, she always comes quickly afterwards, so turned on after seeing you come.

After a few minutes you slide your fingers from her folds, taking them to your mouth to lick them clean. “Come put that pretty pussy on mine love, I want to feel you” you say.

She repositions you, lines herself up and sinks down on you. Your eyes fall to each other as your bodies meet, both of you moaning.

“God damn” she groans out, grinding into you.

“Yeah” you agree on an exhale, “you feel so good like this”.

Every movement of your hips together perfectly rolls your clit into hers. It’s exquisite, the most delicious sensation. She’s sinfully soft against you, gliding so smoothly with your combined wetness.

Your hands slide up her sides, cupping her perky breasts as they sway in time with her body. You roll her nipples in your fingers, they darken slightly as they harden into stiff peaks, contrasting gorgeously against her skin. You pinch them and she moans, grinding her clit more firmly into yours at the pleasurable pain of it.

You leave one hand exploring her chest as the other slides to her back, scratching your nails downward with a bit of pressure. Her back arches against it and she moans again. Your hand lands on her ass, fingers squeezing, adding pressure to the roll of her hips.

She bites her lip and you see in her face that she’s close, tension in her eyebrows. Her eyes have fallen to where your bodies meet, watching herself grind down into you. She’s sexy with lust clouding over her features, absorbed in the rhythm of your bodies. It heightens your arousal, brings you closer to edge with her.

“Can I come with you baby?” you ask, ending in a moan, unsure if you can stop yourself with the irresistible way that she’s rocking into you.

She nods, too lost in it for words. Her rhythm grows snappy, quick pressurized grinds into you, chasing the sensation that’s carrying her towards release. She moans out “Fuck” seconds before you see her face change, her rhythm lost as orgasm overtakes her. She grinds into you roughly as she pulses through it, and the increased friction shoves you into it with her. Pleasure sears through you, on fire in the best way.

You ride it out together, time is non-existent, eventually slowing into a gentle rock together. Your eyes fall together and Vera murmurs “baby” at you, leaning down to kiss you.

When she pulls back she says “Ride me?”

You murmur your agreement and she moves to grab the harness and toys. She stands to put it on, sliding the strap into the center space and her vibrator into the inside pocket. When she has them in place you move to let her take your position on the pillows. You straddle her, grabbing the lube to smooth a small amount on the tip of the strap.

You slide onto the strap, her hands landing on your hips as you do so, grinding down on her roughly the first time you bottom out. You moan at the feeling of having something so deeply inside you, tight after coming twice. Your inner walls are sensitive already, the feeling immediately intoxicating.

You support yourself with a hand on her sternum, falling into a quick rhythm riding her on the strap. It’s nice to have control in this position, to see her face as you grind down onto her. When she’s fully inside you, you feel vibration from the toy against her clit. You intentionally roll down into her at an angle that you know increases the pressure on her, rolling the vibrator against her with intention.

Her hands move up your body, fingers ghosting over the marks she’s left on your chest. “You look so sexy, all marked up like this from everything I’ve done to you this week.”

You moan, knowing those marks will be torturing you for a week once you’re back home. You want to take a picture before they fade, have the visual memory of how she ruined you all week. You make a mental note to take one later, knowing that you can tease her with the picture later on, remind her what she did to you.

Her hips start to roll into you more insistently, wanting it harder. You pull off of her to change your position on her, sliding back on the strap facing away from her. She moans your name at the unexpected change, hands falling to your ass. You lean forward on your elbows, grinding back into her at a quick pace.

“Fuck you look good like this” she says, smacking your ass. “The way you look fucking yourself on the strap, twerking your ass back at me, god damn.”

You intentionally pop your hips back at her more, feeling the way your ass moves as you roll into her. You can’t see her face but you feel her eyes on you, know she’s taking in the way it looks. It feels like dancing without music, entrancing her with the movement of your hips, the way your ass shakes as you roll back onto the strap.

You move faster on her, repeating the movement that has her making noise behind you. Her hips are moving up into yours fiercely now, intention behind the way that she rocks up into you. Her fingers press the beginnings of bruises into your hips and ass, pulling you down into her. She arches upward hard, suddenly loud. You keep the pace of what you’re doing, working her through it as she comes behind you. You follow her sounds, slow your grind on her as they lessen.

She smacks your ass as her hips still under you, “on on fours baby”.

You pull off of the strap, position yourself fully on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder to watch her settle in on her knees behind you, her hands fanning over your ass. You roll your hips up at her and she groans, eyes on your entrance as she slides the strap into you. After a few thrusts she looks up to meet your eyes, starts railing into you quickly. You moan, fingers gripping the sheets.

“Yeah? You want it hard now love?”

“Yes, please.” you say, your head dropping between your shoulders, taking it. “God that angle is perfect, don’t stop”.

She doesn’t, railing into you harder now. You feel it in your stomach, an enjoyable pressure. You release your grip on the sheets with one hand, sucking your fingers into your mouth for a moment before sliding your hand between your legs. You work quick circles on your clit, amplifying the feeling where she’s hitting you inside.

The sound of her slapping against your body fills the room, a melody that always turns you on. She pulls you into her roughly, it’s everything that you need in this moment. With the hardness that she’s drilling into you and your fingers flicking rapidly against your clit, you feel the pressure in your stomach increase, threatening to spill over.

She senses it in the way that you hold your body, smacks your ass, says “come for me beautiful”.

The words settle over you seconds before you feel yourself tighten against the strap, little flutters of your internal walls outside of your control. Sensation overtakes you, and Vera continues to rail into you as your hips seize. She maintains her roughness, taking you into the space of pleasurable overstimulation.

You drop your elbows as you come down, weak with it. Vera makes a “Mmmm” sound in her throat, tucks a pillow under your hips. You’re fully flattened out except for where she has tilted you up. She grinds into you like that, saying “Oh yeah, stay like that.”

You lay boneless as she slowly rolls into you, more of a grind than anything. Her thumbs dig into the top of your ass as she moves. You turn your head to look at her, the angle a bit uncomfortable on your neck, but the sight of her is worth it. Her eyes are in a trance on your ass, pupils blown out, mouth slightly open. She’s focused on the way she grinds into you, how it looks, the sensations it builds in her. She’s stunning when she’s lost in it like this.

She looks up, catches your eyes and smirks. She leans down to flatten her body over yours, hands falling on top of yours. You lace your fingers with hers as she continues to grind into you. After a few moments she releases one of your hands to slip her arm between you, fingers finding your clit, and you moan.

“Think I can get you to come again like this?”

You laugh, “yes, you can.”

You know that you will, the angle of the way she’s grinding into you hitting you slightly differently than it was up on your knees. It feels like she’s rolling directly into your g-spot, and the addition of her fingers on your clit adds to it. When you’re worked over this thoroughly, pushed into overstimulation, you tend to come more quickly. Never quite falling too far from the edge of orgasm with her continued stimulation.

She peppers kisses along the space between your neck and shoulder as she rolls into you, then bites down lightly on it. She fucks into you harder when she does this, fingers quickening on your clit. The sensation lights sparks in you, it’s sexy in a way that you can’t put words to, her biting you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come” you moan.

She pounds into you as much as the position allows, and you descend into another orgasm. After a few more thrusts of her hips she joins you, moaning into your ear. She fucks into you roughly as she comes, fingers squeezing yours.

After her hips slow she kisses your shoulder, pulls off of you and slides the strap out. “Come to the edge of the bed? On your back.” She directs.

You roll over and do as instructed as she stands, move your hips to the edge of the bed, hands grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs back. Her eyes fall to your core and she groans, positioning herself between your legs, and you rest them on her shoulders. She uses one hand to guide the strap into you, pushing forward with her hips. Her eyes snap to yours as it slides in, taking in the face you make.

She moves in you at a moderate pace as her eyes hold yours, biting her lip before she says “You’re so pretty when you’re taking it”.

“You’re so pretty giving it to me” you murmur back.

She looks away for a moment to reach to the side of the bed, grabbing the wand toy. She turns it to its second setting and presses it between your legs. You moan, grabbing it with both hands. She kisses your ankle and increases her speed inside of you, eyes meeting yours again. “Sensitive?” she asks with a smirk.

You let out a slight huff of a laugh, “Very. It’s perfect, don’t stop”.

“I won’t” she promises, her hips continuing to work against you.

After some time she reaches between you to increase the speed on the vibrator. You moan, pleasure rising rapidly. Her hands find your nipples, roll them gently and then suddenly pinch them. You arch into her and moan.

She turns the wand to its final setting, the volume of it increasing as it speeds on you. It’s too much, crashes you into a powerful orgasm instantly. Your body jerks as you moan, loud and completely unnoticed by you as you process the feelings bursting through you. After a few seconds your hands start to naturally pull the vibrator back, Vera moves one of her hands to keep it on you.

You moan, a pitched whiny sound at the overstimulation. “You can take it baby, that’s it. One more, give me one more like this.”

She’s fucking into you hard, her face focused. She’s chasing orgasm, pushing you far into overstimulation to bring her there with you again. When it’s this much it almost aches, your body twitching from the orgasm that just ended.

She throws her head back as her hips rail into you, pulling you into her at the same time. She’s tense, on edge. She moans and looks back down at you with blown out eyes. She bites her lip and analyzes you, watching for you to tip back into orgasm, holding herself back until she sees it.

It isn’t long before it rises in you again, sharp, sudden. “I’m going to come” you moan at her, your body arching as you do. Her hips pound into you harder, her control finally snapping, moaning as she comes seconds later. You’re on another level, overstimulated and fucked out, high on it.

She eventually pulls the vibrator from you, and you twitch. She laughs, pulling the strap out of you and sitting down next to you. She leans down to kiss you. When she pulls back she looks at her alarm clock, laughing again. “Cariño, it’s one thirty. We should eat something.”

You laugh, blissed out and loose, “Deberíamos... Let’s eat and then switch?”

“Yes. Let’s just order pizza? We should probably let Nene in.”

Vera orders pizza while you let Nene in, restarting the coffee pot and eventually preparing fresh mugs for each of you when it’s done. You return to the bedroom with them and Vera says that pizza will be here in half an hour. You settle in next to her, both of you taking sips of coffee. She kisses the top of your head, hums. She produces a vape pen and you pass it back and forth, feeling the low high eventually settle over you.

It feels like no time has passed before food has arrived, Vera throws her robe on to grab it from the doorway. She brings it to her room and you eat pizza in bed, sprawled out together haphazardly. Nene begs and Vera gives her a crust, watching her scurry off with it.

Once you’re both done eating she takes the food to the fridge, taking the empty coffee mugs with her. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed when she returns, stretching your back. She closes the door behind her and walks towards you, tilting your chin up to kiss her when she reaches you, hands holding you there for a moment.

She smirks when she pulls back, your face still in her hands as she says “you said something about switching?”

You laugh, “I did”.

She releases you from the kiss and you stand, finding the harness where she left it on the bed. You take it to the bathroom to wash the strap and vibrator, then slide it on yourself, putting everything back where it belongs. When you return to the bedroom she’s in the center of the bed on her back, turns her head to smile at you. You climb onto the bed and fall between her legs, opening them with your hands.

You kiss up her thigh before you reach her core, falling into her there without any further teasing. She moans as your tongue falls into a quick rhythm. You lap her up, enjoying her taste and the sounds you’re forcing from her.

It isn’t long before she’s pulling you upward, and you groan “hey!” at her.

She laughs, says “fuck me”.

You settle between her legs, reaching to grab the lube and smoothing some down the strap. You lift her legs onto your shoulders and watch her eyes as you slide the strap into her slowly, her mouth dropping open as she adjusts to the feeling. You move into a gentle rhythm, grinding into her when you bottom out.

You’re supporting yourself on your forearms, leaning over her. You move to brace yourself on one arm, wanting to finger her while you grind into her. She moans as your fingers find her wetness, arches into the circles that you press into her clit. You fuck into her with more purpose, the bed making a sound each time you bottom out into her.

She’s always loud when she’s taking it, noises falling from her lips regularly as the force of your hips drives her body upwards with each thrust. Her hands move to her chest, rolling her nipples in her fingers. You moan, watching her add to her own pleasure.

Her eyes close for a moment and she bites her lip, when they open again they meet yours. She’s close, her eyes asking for more. You thrust into her more quickly, fingers moving rapidly against her clit to meet your pace. She moans and arches, eyes falling shut again as she comes. You work her through it, watching her pretty features as she falls apart under you. You slow your hips when her body starts to relax, moving your fingers from her clit into her mouth. She moans, her tongue rolling against your fingers and she tastes herself on them.

You pull the strap out, roll her hips to the side so that her entrance faces you, put the strap back in. She moans at its quick return, arching slightly. You reach for the wand toy and pass it to her, turning it on. She presses it between her legs as you start to fuck into her, less gentle now. Your eyes fall to where you work within her, watching the strap move in and out of her. The strap glistens with her moisture, her inner walls clinging against it slightly as you pull out.

Your fingers press hard into her hips and ass as you rail into her, watching the little dimples that they make there, enjoying the idea that you’re putting a few marks of your own on her. Your eyes flick to hers, and she’s watching you look at her. You smirk, say “leaving a few bruises for you” clenching your fingers. She laughs, a low sexy sound.

“Turn the speed up” you murmur at her, and she does, moaning as the vibration intensifies.

You work into her harder, the grind at the end of each thrust rolling your own vibrator against your clit. You’re still sensitive from earlier but it feels good, you seek it out as you fuck into her. You didn’t come with her in the last position, held yourself off to focus on her. You feel the stirrings of it building in you now, inevitable with the perfect sensation of rolling into her. You continue to try to focus on her, want to get her there with you again, but it’s more difficult now, your own need tugging at the edges of your mind, your hips seeking it out against your will.

You reach down to turn her vibrator up again and she jerks. You murmur “is that ok?” at her.

She nods, eyes holding yours, biting her lip. “You gonna come mami?” you ask her, and she nods again.

You watch as it rolls over her moments later, her eyes closing and her body jerking again. She’s loud, and the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard fall from her in these moments. Your focus shifts as your own release overtakes you, snapping into her with less rhythm as you come with her. You soak in the sight of her as it pulses through you.

Her eyes open, meeting yours, a final moan falling from her lips. She moves the vibrator, and you slow your hips. When you pull the strap out you say, “on the edge of the bed, I want you from behind.”

“Por favor” she says, leaning up to kiss you before you move.

You stand, and she positions herself on the edge of the bed, tilting her hips up at you. She slides one arm under her to line the wand toy up with her clit, grinding down onto it once and groaning. You watch your hands slide up her ass as you move behind her, sliding the strap back in quickly.

You smack her ass as you start to fuck into her, mesmerized by the way she’s rolling her hips back into you. She moves against you gorgeously, and you find that you can’t take your eyes away. You reach one hand up into her hair, pulling her head back as you thrust into her.

You’re lost to it, all of your focus on the way that you fuck into her, the sounds she makes as a result, and the vibration of the toy pressed against you. You’ve been at it all day, but it’s still overwhelmingly good. You’ve never been able to get enough of her, this week has been no different. You couldn’t put a number to the times you’ve come this week, but you still want more. You think you’ll always want more, you don’t see yourself ever tiring of the way your bodies work together like this.

You hear the sound of her turning the vibrator into its final setting, moaning as she does. Her hips roll back against you harshly, increasing the pressure inside herself as you drill into her. You tighten your fingers in her hair, use your other hand to scratch your nails down her back before smacking her ass again, rubbing over the spot afterwards.

You see tension overtake her movements, her hips snapping back, grinding into you with more pressure. You sense that she’s close again, slide your eyes over her. Your eyes land on her entrance again, your own sensation rising at the sight. You moan, tightening your fingers on her hips.

You don’t have to question when she falls into orgasm again, she’s loud as it takes her, her body seizing. You watch the way her body flutters against the strap and you find yourself suddenly gone, swept into it with her. She moans again at the snap of your hips as you work through it.

Her body loosens as orgasm releases her, you hear the vibrator turn off. You slow your hips, unable to resist a few more slow rocks into her. When you look up, you realize that it’s dark outside of the curtains. You release her hair from your hand, pull the strap out, and sit down next to her. She rolls to face you, breathless. Your fingers fall into her hair gently, combing through her pretty curls.

“It’s dark love.” you laugh. “Can I rub your back in the hot tub?”

She murmurs her agreement, unmoving. You laugh and stand to shimmy out of the harness, moving towards her bathroom to grab towels. You find two, and head in the direction of the kitchen to grab wine and glasses. Nene follows you, chasing your ankles. When you return to the bedroom Vera is seated on the edge of the bed, and she gives you a small smile. You kiss her softly when you reach her, saying “let’s go outside baby.”

She follows you into her backyard, Nene trailing behind you both. You pour two glasses of wine before you settle into the warm water together. She presses into you, her back against your chest, and groans as she rests against you fully. The water feels wonderful after a day spent working each other over, your bodies sore in a pleasant way. You sip wine and fall into easy conversation, enjoying relaxing together. You eventually rub her shoulders and back as promised, planting little kisses on her as you do.

You spend a few hours enjoying each other’s company like that, soaking up another perfect evening under the stars. You drain the bottle of wine together, both growing a bit giggly as you get sleepy. Your eyes start to feel heavy with your head on her shoulder in the warm water, and she suggests snuggling up together in bed for the night. You agree, more tired than you realized as you dry off and follow her inside.