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Stepping out of the car, Amélie shuts off the vehicle and meets with Lena in front of it. “When did it get so cold?” Lena muttered, tugging her skirt down, following her lover into the apartment. Lena stumbled out of the heels Amélie lent her, and set them by the door.
The warmth of the apartment didn’t change Amélie’s temperature, the cool skin of hers making Lena shiver. “I’m starving,” Amélie growled, pressing Lena against the door. The shorter woman flinched, blood rushing to her face and between her thighs. “Oh, so this is what you had planned,” Lena whispered, getting silenced by the full lips that were pressed against hers.
They kissed deeply, Amélie’s knee wedged between Lena’s thighs, her skirt bunching up near her hips. She descended down the side of Lena’s neck, red lipstick prints accenting the younger woman's freckles. “Can we move this-” Amélie pressed her mouth back into Lena’s for a second, and then trailed down her throat and collarbone. “To our room?” Lena wheezed, and shirt quickly being unbuttoned.
Amélie hummed over her neck, fingernails scratching over Lena’s chest. “I suppose,” Amélie took Lena’s chin into her hand, observing her lips, lipstick smeared around her mouth and chin. Lena led her lover upstairs, and pulled her into their bedroom, shutting the door a little too hard.
On the other side of the door, Amélie pressed a very flustered Lena into the wall, and continued unbuttoning her shirt. As she was kissing every inch of Lena's exposed chest, she felt dizzy watching more and more red lipstick prints appear on her skin. “Can you get this skirt offa me, I’m dying to get out of it,” Lena sighed, sliding her fingers into her girlfriend’s hair as she got down on her knees in front of her.
She took down the elaborate up-do Amélie put together before they left earlier as the other tugged off Lena’s skirt. She kissed her way back up to her lover’s lips, and tucked her fingers under the simple yet beautiful lingerie Lena wore. “You look délicieux, mon cher,” Amélie’s voice was low, rumbling over Lena’s skin. The shorter woman leaned back on the dresser, gripping the side of the drawers. “Your stupid accent is so hot, fuck,” Lena whined as she raked her nails up the inside of her thigh.
Amélie kissed the side of her knee, slipping her hands up and down her calves. “Amélie, c’mon,” Lena’s voice was strained, thighs shivering. The taller woman took pity on her girlfriend, smirking as she pulled the tights painfully slowly down her legs. Lena breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing against the dresser.
“I don’t know how you wear those, they’re so itchy.“ Lena mumbled, lifting up her foot for Amélie to pull them off. “You get used to it, Lena.” Amélie whispered, placing a chaste kiss on her thigh.
Lena felt light-headed as Amélie squeezed her hips, kissing her deeply. ”Mon chou, you look delectable,” Lena moaned into her lips, thighs pressing together. “Just fuck me already,” Lena groaned, Amélie biting her neck. The taller woman unclipped her lover’s strappy bra. As she took it off, she tsked approvingly. “Parfait,” Amélie whispered, hands cupping Lena’s breasts gently.
The shorter woman practically sobbed as Amélie took her nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking lovingly. Lena combed her fingers through Amélie’s midnight blue hair, moaning as her lips pursed around her breast. Amélie’s other hand snaked its way behind Lena, holding her closer. “God, I love you,” Lena gasped as Amélie’s mouth moved to the other side of her chest.
”Absolutely fantastique, Lena,” Her breath ghosted over Lena’s chest, causing the shorter girl to shudder. Blood flushed Lena’s face, lips in an ‘o’. Amélie’s fingers pressed into her breast, and Lena let out a moan that was simply angelic. Amélie stood, and pulled Lena further into their room, and pushed her onto the bed.
The frame under them creaked as Amélie crawled over the top of her. Lena swallowed, pupils widening as her lover’s silk-ribbon strands of hair spilled over her shoulders. She kissed Lena, multiple quick and light ones all over her face, making the one below her smile pleasantly. “You look like an angel, Ame.” Another kiss was pressed into Lena’s lips, Amélie chuckling as they did. “Non, tu es mon ange,”
“Just eat me out already, I’m bloody soaked,” The shorter woman wheezed as her love slinked down to her hips, never breaking eye contact.
Amélie purred as she curled her fingers under Lena’s lacy underwear, tugging them down painfully slowly. Amélie snickered as the crotch of her lingerie stuck for a moment before she pulled them down. “What do we have here..?” Her voice was predatory, eyes scrutinizing the woman’s crotch. Peachy lips were hairless and slick, freckles scattered around them.
“Well, don’t just stare,” Lena mumbled, heat rising in her cheeks. Amélie laughed, fingertips tracing over her pale stretch marks that swirled around her hips and inner thighs. “Is it wrong to appreciate something gorgeous?” She whispered, the lines she was tracing lead right to her lips, the feather-like touches sending bolts of arousal to Lena’s center.
The woman delicately parts Lena’s thighs, freckled skin almost glowing in the warm light of their room. She sighed, mouth watering at the sight of her girlfriend laid out on the duvet. Her hands gently lifted Lena's thighs over her shoulders, and slid forward on the mattress. "You smell amazing," Amélie groaned, nudging her nose against the inside of her leg. Lena whimpered as Amélie pressed a quick kiss to her hood before locking eyes with her.
Amélie flattened her tongue against Lena’s entrance, and slowly licked up to her clit, making Lena sob. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Amé,” Lena cried out, thighs locking around her girlfriend’s head. Soft moans fill the room, and a few louder ones start to join them. Amélie’s lips are coated in her lover’s juices, arms wrapped around Lena’s thighs.
“Amélie, I-I,” Lena’s climax was getting close, the teasing in the restaurant and the foreplay from earlier was catching up with her. She wasn’t going to last long, the two of them were sure of it. Amélie’s arms were straining to keep her girlfriend’s legs under control, to keep them locked into the mattress. Lena was trying to move her hips on her tongue, as she was going far too slow for her.
Lena’s face and neck are flushed, fists wrinkling the silky duvet under them. ”D-Don’t stop, fuck,” Her eyes are watery, lips chapped and throat dry as Amélie digs her nails into her thighs. “Arrête de bouger-” Amélie muttered, trying to keep up with Lena’s sloppy movements. “-tes hanches comme ça,”
Lena’s eyebrows are crinkled together, her eyes rolling up into her skull at this point. “I’m so close,” She pants, Amelie’s head bobbing between her thighs. Amélie struggles to hold on her girlfriend’s hips, her mouth on her clit. Lena sobs as she licks over a certain spot, and she yanks the sheets up to her chest, hips stuttering into Amélie’s lips, the girl holding her not even daring to stop.
Amélie’s swallows, chin and nose wet, and says before diving right back between her thighs, “Jouir pour moi,”. Amélie stops for a moment to lick her lips, making sure Lena was watching her. Lena’s chest falls with her shallow breathing, orgasm crashing into her like a bullet train. She screams, her juices gushing into Amelie's unprepared face. She helps her come down from her orgasm,
Amélie stretches out her shoulders, and sits up to see the duvet have an impressive wet spot on it. “Amé,” Lena weakly gasps, voice hoarse. “That was bloody amazin’.” Amélie laughs, confidence swelling inside her. “You came a lot more than you usually do,” She said, gesturing to the covers under them.
Lena flushes, carding her fingers through her tousled hair. “To be fair, if you didn’t eat me out like that I wouldn’t have squirted so much,” She said, lying back on the pillows. Amélie kisses her way up Lena’s body, “Well chérie, I hope you aren’t too tired, since I still have things in mind for tonight.”
Amélie rests on her elbow, casually licking her fingers clean. “Oh ?” Lena says, eyebrow peaking. “I’m curious to hear what you have planned.” She says, pressing a quick kiss on Lena's lips. Her eyes darken, and takes Lena's chin in her hand. "Round two,"