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Villanelle sat at the dressing table of the lavish hotel room in London. Her silk robe a deep emerald green perfectly complimenting the ivory and gold bed sheets. She was only here for a quick kill, but as always she insisted on the best there was. A suite of such magnificence suited perfectly to her extravagant personality. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she slowly and meticulously applied her lipstick - the final touch of her costume. It had to be said however that the latest character she was portraying for the job was not much of a stretch for her imagination; a rich beautiful woman with a penchant for brunette government officials.
Her mark this time was Allesandra De Marco, the daughter of the Italian Prime Minister who works for her father as a straight-laced assistant in some boring department of the government that Villanelle did not need to care about. What she definitely did care about however is that Allesandra had a secret life. In the spotlight she was a quiet, unpresumptious woman with an equally quiet and unpresumptious boyfriend. But behind the curtain she was a curious queer woman, pushing the boundaries of her sexuality and discovering her deepest desires. She was also someone who the opposition to her father wanted dead as leverage and Villanelle had the perfect intersection of skills to deal with both of those needs.
She glanced at the clock on the hotel room wall, fifteen minutes until her target would walk willingly into her arms. It was poetic almost, this woman was coming here believing she was about to reach an ecstasy no drug could ever give - the giving in to her absolute needs… and yet, she was going to die… after experiencing the best sex of her life of course.
Just as she was spraying on her signature powerful fragrance there was a sharp knock on the door, Allesandra must be early. A trait usually admired in someone, but it irked Villanelle, to her it suggested an attempt to take the power away from her. She would definitely make her pay for that. She approached the hotel room door and peered through the peep hole. The vision that met her through the little fish eye lens made her breath hitch. She saw a dark haired government official, but definitely not the one she expected to see.
Eve.
/~/~/~/~/
The door opened in front of her and Eve froze, mouth agape at the sight in front of her. Villanelle stood before her in black lace lingerie and a deep emerald green robe, black stilletos and an auburn wig so convincing it almost had Eve second guessing her love of Villanelle’s natural blonde hair. Villanelle looked just as stunned at first, then her face relaxed into her usual annoying smirk before she bit her lip and looked down into Eve’s eyes.
“Hello Eve. It’s not a good time sorry.”
Villanelle was using a crisp and tidy British accent and was being forcefully aloof and nonchalant. She glanced around the hallway behind Eve, startling her out of her stare and back to her reason for being here.
“I don’t particularly care if it’s not a good time Villanelle.” Eve angrily explained through gritted teeth. “It took me so long to figure out where the hell you’d gone, when we left each other after the bridge and now that I’ve found you I’m here because I… I mean we need your help.”
Villanelle pulled Eve inside the hotel room door quickly, closing it behind her and pinning her suddenly against it with her forearm pushing tight against her throat.
“I said it is not a good time Eve. You need to leave right now.” Her accent had phased back to her natural Russain, it never failed to amaze Eve how easily she shifted between characters. “You said you wanted it all to end, to be rid of me basically. I told you how and yet here you are months later wanting my help? No. Besides, I have a job and they will be here in ten minutes” Villanelle let Eve go and walked back to her dressing table where she pulled on a pair of black silk gloves. Eve was mesmerised but suddenly realising what Villanelle had said she shook herself out of her stare once more.
“A job?! Are you telling me you are about to kill someone?”
“Yes Eve, that is my job as you are well aware.”
“Dressed like that?” Eve used her mocking jibe as an excuse to look Villanelle up and down one more time, drinking in how she looked, her long legs accentuated by the heels she wore, the way the lace sat perfectly on her skin, the black against her pale skin, wrapped in the flowing green silk of the robe…
“Tonight you can call me Kate, escort to the rich and influential”
Her curt and clipped British accent was back.
Eve laughed, the kind that sent her head back and hand to her forehead.
“Of course you would take a job where you get to dress like that, I’m sure you will make whoever this man is very happy in the few seconds before he dies.”
“Actually Eve, it’s a woman and I will make sure she has a very enjoyable night before she dies. Going out with a bang as they say.”
Eve froze involuntarily.
“A.. You are going to fuck a - i mean kill a… your target is a woman?”
Villanelle walked slowly and seductively over to where Eve was stood, mouth agape.
“Eve.” she drew out Eve’s name while running her finger softly down her cheek. “I think someone is jealous.”
“Jealous of the woman you are about to kill? I’m not the psychopath, you are Villanelle.”
Eve turned to pick up the bag she had dropped to the floor when she arrived, but Villanelle caught her wrist and tugged her back, tight against her body.
“No Eve, I think you are jealous of the woman I’m about to fuck.”
Eve tried her best to hide the truth written all over her face. She took a breath to argue back but gave up before she had started.
“I will be back… after.”
Eve was just reaching for the door handle to let herself out when a soft knock on the door made her jump. She spun around to Villanelle, wide-eyed.
“She’s here? Already? I need to leave!” Eve whispered, panicked.
Villanelle looked around the room, trying quickly to formulate an escape plan for Eve.
The door knocked again, a little louder this time, accompanied by the sound of a woman clearing her throat outside the door.
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Villanelle grabbed Eve shoving her bag into her arms, while one hand grasping her elbow the other over her mouth, she hurried her across the room and without saying a word pushed her into the built in closet and shut the door on her. She peered through the gaps in the slatted wooden door and winked at the brunette, her little caged animal. “Put your phone on silent and don’t make a sound… enjoy the show.”
Villanelle took a deep breath and rolled her neck as if preparing for a fight and then tied her robe shut. She reached the hotel room door in three long strides before opening it with a flourish and sliding seamlessly into her character.
“Sorry about that, I was just powdering my nose. Please, come in.”
“Thank you…” she gestured to ask for Villanelle’s name as she walked tentatively into the room past Villanelle.
“You may call me Kate, can I take your coat?”
“Yes, please Kate.” She slipped off her long coat revealing a deep blue dress that lifted her breasts high and revealed long tanned legs through the high slit up the side. “You can call me Carla.”
Villanelle grinned as she closed and locked the hotel room door and hung the beautiful cream coloured coat on the hat rack beside the entryway.
“I will call you Allesandra because that is your name, and for the purposes of the kind of evening you have paid for it is best for you if you are completely yourself… don’t worry, I have been briefed on your identity and I can assure you everything here is entirely confidential and handled very professionally.”
Alessandra nodded cautiously, looking round the room and back to Villanelle.
“Now, lets get straight down to why you are here shall we… From what I understand you are wanting to explore your desires, and I imagine in your quite public position that must be very difficult.”
Villanelle was an absolute pro at what she did, her fingers softly tucking the Italian woman's hair behind her ear as she spoke, making her feel equally at ease and heady with anticipation.
“What is it that you want Alessandra? Why is it you have hired me?”
“I want to be with a woman, a woman who knows how to make other women feel good.”
“Alessandra… that is a given when you are with me… but what is it that you really want?”
Villanelles fingers now traced the womans jawline, down her throat and over her exposed collar bones. She watched the beautiful brunette begin to blush as she touched her.
"I want to give over control, I want you to do anything you want to me. I just want a night of absolute pleasure with a woman."
"Yes Alessandra, that I can do…"
She ran her hand down the Italian woman's arm, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed where she lifted a small expensive looking suitcase onto the bed and opened it to reveal a plethora of toys and other accessories.
“Does anything here take your fancy Alessandra? Does anything intrigue you?”
The other woman’s blush deepend as she peered into the suitcase. Her fingers gingerly reaching out and touching various items before she turned to Villanelle and answered her questions.
“Anything. I want you to choose… Just, just not this.” She pointed at the large black dildo attached to thick leather straps. “I’ve had enough of il cazzo for a lifetime.” she said this with disgust in her voice.
“I have to tell you being penetrated by a woman is nothing like being with a man but I will of course respect your wishes. Turn around please.”
The Italian, looking rather startled, turned away from the bed and glanced around the room, behind her Villanelle lifted out two pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. She undid the tie in her robe and let it hang open off her body, then reached out and kissed the Italian woman on the neck. She looked over the woman’s shoulder at the closet she had pushed Eve into, wondering if she was watching.
Hoping she was watching.
/~/~/~/
Eve stood still, not daring to move, barely breathing, watching through the striped closet door as Villanelle began to kiss the other woman. She watched as the woman closed her eyes at the touch of Villanelle’s lips. Eve found herself getting warm all over, her hands clammy and her mouth suddenly dry. She was really about to watch this. She could look away, plug her ears and wait until Villanelle opened the door again… but she was rooted to the spot, couldn't look away.
Villanelle suddenly looked up and Eve swore she was looking right at her, suddenly able to see through the door and witness the effect she was having on her.
“I’m going to undress you now Alessandra” Villanelle spoke just loud enough for Eve to hear, holding her gaze through the door as she slowly and seductively unzipped the woman's dress down her back, letting it fall off her body to the floor.
Eve’s breath hitched at the sight of Villanelle running her hands over this woman's body, causing her to grab the wall beside her to steady herself. She had never been so turned on just watching someone before. As she watched Villanelle’s hands moving from Alessandra’s stomach to her full breasts Eve found herself moving her own hand across her body under her jacket and t-shirt, mirroring the moves she was watching.
Villanelle spun the woman in front of her round to face her, while turning them both round so Eve could see her lick her lips before kissing the Italian woman deeply, pulling her against her by the hips. She watched as Villanelle’s target reached up and grabbed her face with both hands, and suddenly it wasn't just lust pooling deep in her stomach. It was jealousy.
Villanelle was right. She wanted to be the body in her arms, being touched, being kissed, being fucked.
She brought her fingers up to her lips, desperately wondering what it would feel like to be kissed like that by the woman who she had slowly become obsessed with. Infatuated with the woman who had ruined her life completely. She closed her eyes and tried to take a steadying deep breath. She tried to centre herself. Focus. But then she heard Villanelle’s voice and her eyes snapped open again involuntarily. Not wanting to miss a moment of what was happening on the other side of the closet door.
“Take off your underwear and lay on your back on the bed now.” Villanelle was well and truly playing the part of Kate now. She was less playing to the audience of one in her closet and more focusing on getting the job done.
She used the handcuffs to secure the woman's wrists to the intricately sculpted iron head board and produced another two pairs to secure her ankles to each side of the foot of the bed, legs sprawled, everything on show for Villanelle. Eve distinctively moved closer to her cage-like door to see what would happen next. She watched as Villanelle took off her green robe, and climbed onto the bed between Alessandra’s legs, blindfold in hand.
“I am going to make sure you experience pure ecstasy at my touch Alessandra. Are you ready for that?”
The woman beneath Villanelle nodded, eyes wide with lust.
Eve watched as Villanelle straddled the woman's hips, their centres together, the Italian woman raising her core desperate for friction.
/~/~/~/
Villanelle looked down at the woman beneath her and reached forward slowly to secure the blindfold over the woman's eyes. Her body was different from the woman she had hidden in her closet, but with the blindfold covering her eyes, and the dark hair spread all across the pillow, she could easily imagine it was Eve underneath her.
She often pretended it was Eve when she was with other people, she longed to know how it would feel to watch and hear and feel Eve become undone at her touch. To witness her give in to her desire for them to be together.
She leant forward and began to kiss the Italian woman's breasts, running her tongue over them and round her nipples before sucking one into her mouth hard, causing Alessandra to pull against her wrist restraints and moan loudly.
“Hush now Alessandra, just allow yourself to feel it all.”
She rolled her hips into the woman a few more times for good measure before kneeling between her open legs again. Kissing down the woman's toned stomach she began to trail her finger nails up her inner thighs, increasing the heat and want emanating from her centre. Villanelle looked back over her shoulder at the closet door one more time, biting her lip and staring deeply where she hoped Eve was still standing.
She dipped her head and kissed the soft curls framing the Italian woman’s clit, breathing in her scent. Villanelle loved how women smelled when they were aroused, it was an intoxicating drug and she could never get enough. She allowed her tongue to softly circle her sensitive clit, eliciting ever-growing moans from Alessandra, while gripping tightly on her thighs, leaving read marks as a witness to her intimate crime.
She pushed her tongue against her mark's entrance, feeling her tighten and her pleasure pooling in Villanelle’s mouth.
“You taste divine Allesandra… are you ready for me to fuck you?”
The Italian woman cried out with desperate desire and Villanelle took that as a resounding yes. She pushed two long slender fingers into the woman's pussy, sitting up to look at the woman squirming beneath her, hips bucking and arms pulling against their restraints.
“You said you wanted to give up all control Allesandra, so we’re going to play a little game. I am going to do whatever I want to you and you will be quiet and take it all. You will not make any noise and you will only allow yourself to cum when I give you permission… Nod your head if you understand.”
Allesandra nodded enthusiastically, trying desperately to suppress the moans threatening to escape her lips as Villanelle moved her fingers inside her.
“Good girl, Allesandra. Good girl.”
/~/~/~/~/~/
Eve’s hands found her way to the waistband of her trousers at the sound of Villanelle seductively saying “Good girl”. She’d never considered herself a fan of kinky roleplay or sex, but suddenly the thought of Villanelle above her, eyes boring into her own, praising her and calling her a good girl had her underwear soaked.
She unbuttoned her trousers and slid her hand down into her underwear, barely even thinking of what she was about to do. Her body on auto pilot, reacting only to her overwhelming desire. Her fingers reached her clit and the merest touch had her walls clenching, desperate to be filled. Eyes closed with pleasure, her hand moving lower she gasped at the reality of how wet she was. Her other hand flying up to cover her mouth, scared she was too loud, she opened her eyes in time to see Villanelle give the slightest glance back over her shoulder at the closet where she stood. Shit.
She watched Villanelle reposition herself on Alessandra’s thigh, fingers still inside her, her other hand grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly. Her gaze frozen on the scene on the bed as Villanelle leant low and whispered something into the Italian woman's ear before suddenly leaving open handed slaps over her breasts.
"Oh Allesandra… you're getting so tight, you like a bit of pain with your pleasure do you?"
Villanelle was lapping up every minute of the game she was playing and her own enjoyment was showing in the subtle rock of her hips against the other womams thigh.
"What about fear, Allesandra? Maybe that turns you on also?"
She began to increase the speed of her fingers pumping into the Italian woman, and then grabbed her by the throat, squeezing in just the right place to make Allesandra cry out.
"Oh you do! How wonderful. Do you want to cum for me then?"
Eve found herself nodding silently along with the bound up woman on the bed, how own fingers rubbing furiously at her clit, an intense orgasm building. Was she really about to get off watching Villanelle fuck and kill this woman? It appeared so.
"Cum for me Allesandra," Villanelle continued to fuck her at a now furious speed, while still squeezing her neck, "Yes, cum for me now!"
Allesandra managed a strangled cry as her body tensed and then slackened on the bed as her orgasm subsided. Eve watched her own hand still moving, rapt, as Villanelle removed her fingers, licked them clean and then moved to hold both hands around the woman's neck. She realised now that Villanelle was killing her, strangling her, her whole body weight on her hands around the woman's neck, and as Villanelle gave a final grunt over the now lifeless body Eve felt her own orgasm wash over her.
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Villanelle climbed off the body underneath her, slipped her robe back on and walked directly to the closet door. She pulled it open quietly to reveal Eve, head rested against the wall, eyes closed and right hand inside her unbuttoned trousers.
“Well well well, Eve, it looks like someone had fun in here…”
Eve’s eyes flew open and her hand out her underwear and behind her back, like a child hiding a stolen cookie from her mother.
“And it looks like you have proven me right, you were jealous of the woman I was fucked and killed. Am I right?”
Villanelle’s own accent was back and Eve opened her mouth to respond but no words came out, just a small squeak from her throat, as she swallowed loudly.
Villanelle reached into the closet and grabbed Eve by the front of her jacket, pulling her out of the closet and just inches away from her face.
“Now I guess it’s your turn Eve… Do you want to play a game like I played with Allesandra here?”
She gestured behind her at the lifeless body on the bed.
She looked down at Eve who just stared open-mouthed at her for a moment before slowly nodding her head, closing her mouth and glancing down from Villanelle’s eyes to her lips. Villanelle could feel a new kind of excitement in her gut. Not the kind before a kill, and not the kind before a mindless fuck with the chosen girl of the night. But an excitement that made her feel nervous, apprehensive, aroused and comforted all at once. Was Eve really admitting that she wanted her? She decided not to give her time to change her mind, turning her round so her back was pressed flush against her body, pulling her thick dark curls to one side and she kissed and bit down on her neck, grabbing her breasts roughly through her tshirt and bra.
She walked her forward toward the hotel room desk, never taking her lips and teeth off her neck, leaving kisses and nips across the sensitive soft flesh. Eve moaned and pushed back against her, her ass giving attention to Villanelle’s core. Villanelle pulled her jacket off her shoulders and arms and then spoke directly into Eve’s ear, giving instructions with a tone of voice that made the woman in front of her near buckle at the knees.
“Lean over onto this desk, palms flat, head down, do not move accept to slip your shoes off your feet. Do it now Eve.”
She watched from behind as Eve did what she had instructed her to, very much enjoying the view of her bending over the table, ass prominent in Villanelle’s eyeline.
She moved back to the foot of the bed and lifted the black strapon out of her small suitcase. She pushed her underwear to the floor before stepping into the harness and pulling it up her legs, adjusting it so it was in just the right place, the smaller end slipping easily into her own already wet pussy. She looked down and the sight of the phallus between her legs filled her with a heady, egotistical energy and arousal. Sliding her hand up and down the shaft she allowed herself a second of pleasure as the smaller end shifted inside her.
She noticed Eve begin to get restless, shifting her weight between her feet before speaking up, quietly, none of her ususal confidence or bold demeanor.
“Are you just going to leave me here?.. Or are you going to t-touch me?”
Villanelle let out a burst of laughter and walked back toward the woman. She pushed her down flatter against the desk, palms flat on her back, careful to not yet let the dildo touch Eve, wanting it to be a surprise. Once Eve was in the position she wanted her in she slid her hands slowly down her back and over her ass, squeezing gently and making Eve shift and moan.
Villanelle tugged at Eve’s still unbuttoned trousers, together with her underwear, pulling them down her thighs slowly and letting them fall to pool at her feet. Crouched down to help Eve stop out of them both she could smell Eve’s arousal on her. Could see the evidence of the orgasm from the closet slick against her inner thighs.
“Are you going to be able to cum again Eve? Or was watching me fuck and kill a woman in front of you enough for today?” She stood back up slowly, letting her fingernails lightly scratch up the backs of Eve’s legs as she moved.
“No! No Villanelle… please, I want you to touch me, need you to fuck me and make me cum.”
“Eyes down then Eve, spread your legs for me.”
/~/~/~/~/
Eve moved her legs further apart, feeling so exposed but the anticipation of Villanelle’s fingers… or maybe tongue, against her wetness at any moment had her shaking with want. She felt large strong hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing at first, then nothing before a sudden loud crack echoed throughout the room followed by a hot sting across her left ass cheek. Eve choked on something caught between a moan and a yelp, and again as a second hard slap landed on the other ass cheek. Villanelle then soothed her red cheeks, before llifting and spreading them to further reveal her pussy. She thought for sure it would be Villanelle’s tongue she felt next, she was not expecting a large, hard, object being suddenly thrust deeply into her from behind.
“Oh Christ, Villanelle, what the FUCK!”
She tried to move away, to fight against the strap on but she was pinned between Villanelle’s hips and the desk.
“You said you wanted to play, Eve. So relax, stay still, get used to me filling you.”
Eve stilled, panting hard against the pain and the shock. But true to Villanelle’s word she did start to get used to the feeling and soon she was panting with arousal instead of pain.
“Now tell me Eve, what part of the little show you watched got you so fired up you had to fuck yourself in the closet?”
“All of it Villanelle.”
Her response made Villanelle, pull back slowly and then thrust back into her fast, pushing hard as she filled Eve completely again, making her cry out and grasp helplessly at the table.
“Now you see, I know you are lying Eve, because I heard a gasp come from the closet at a specific point… Now you can admit to me what that moment was and I will do that thing for you. Or you can continue to be stubborn and I will tell you what I think it was and continue to do what I want… what’s it going to be?”
Eve groaned at the position she was being held in, both physically and by what Villanelle had proposed would happen. She shifted her hips again, seeking comfort, or maybe at this point seeking friction, seeking more.
She felt Villanelle begin to pull back slowly again and shouted out, giving in.
“Okay! Stop! Please!... I’ll tell you…” She panted desperately, “It was when you silenced her, told her to do only what you told her, and then…”
“And then…?”
“And then you called her ‘good girl’...”
“You liked that Eve? You mean to say that you, the tough, hardshelled, bossy and stubborn MI6 agent, have a praise kink?”
“I haven’t really considered it before… but hearing you say it to her, and imagining it was me underneath you on the receiving end… it made me so wet Villanelle.”
“Mmmm… I like that Eve.”
Villanelle started to thrust into Eve again, slower this time, with more care and caution, sensually holding her hips and guiding her back on to her silicone cock each time.
“And are you going to cum hard for me, my Eve? Are you going to do just what I say and make me so proud?”
Her words were sweet, seductive, but her voice was raspy, desperate, forceful. The contrast made Eve weak and wet, the sounds resounding round the room as Villanelle began to speed up were vulgar and Eve loved it. The wetness of her cunt, the slapping of their skin together.
“Yes Vee, yes please, please, I’ll do whatever you say, make you so proud.”
“Perfect. Stay still Eve, I’m going to pull out for just a minute.”
Villanelle slowly backed out of her, the dildo falling out with a loud, wet pop.
“Oooh Eve, you have made quite the mess of my dildo… Turn around and have a look.”
Eve stood up and spun around quickly, desperate for a look at Villanelle in her lingerie, robe and strapon attached to her hips. Her eyes wide as she took in the sheer size of the plastic cock that has just been buried inside her.
“Get on your knees, Eve.”
Eve’s mouth fell open as she looked up at Villanelle’s face, but just one glance told her that the taller woman was completely serious. She fell to her knees in front of the dildo, instinctively knowing what was coming next.
“Now, open your mouth and lick my cock clean, show me how good you are before I make you cum.”
Eve didn’t need telling twice, she was completely lost in this fantasy and wasn’t willing to let go of it. She opened her mouth and began to lick the dildo from base to tip, enjoying the taste of herself, the feeling of the plastic under her tongue, the pressure of Villanelle’s hands on the back of her head, fisting her hair as she moaned with pleasure. She noticed Villanelle’s hips moving subtly, as if desperate to fuck her face, as if she could really feel what Eve’s mouth was doing. Villanelle saw her questioning eyes.
“There is a smaller part of the dildo on my end Eve, it is sitting just inside my pussy and everytime you touch or lick or suck you are shifting it inside me and it feels good. It feels so good.”
Eve took her cue and grabbed the dildo, stroking it just so that it tugged a little on Villanelle with each movement. Villanelle responded with moans, and grunts each time, tugging a little harder on eve’s hair, forcing her head back giving her the perfect view of the woman towering over her slowly becoming undone. Eve felt a sudden jolt of bravery and then surprise at the words that tumbled out of her mouth next.
“Is that good? Do you like that… Daddy?”
Villanelle’s eyes opened suddenly and she looked down meeting Eve’s cautious gaze up through hooded eyes and messy hair. She said nothing for a moment and Eve thought she might be in trouble, especially when Villanelle lifted her roughly by the hair so they were face to face.
/~/~/~/~/
“Ooh yes Eve, we can play that game. Time to make Daddy proud.”
First she crashed their lips together,, a hot and messy kiss, passionate and desperate and a long time coming. Taking no time before forcing her tongue into Eve’s mouth making Eve moan against the kiss and grip tightly onto her arms. Villanelle then grabbed Eve roughly by the ass, picking her up off the floor with ease and setting her down again on the desk, before ripping her tshirt off over her head and unclasping her bra with speedy expertise.
She then pushed Eve’s legs open roughly, grabbing her underneath each thigh and pulling her to the edge of the desk and lifting her legs into the air. Villanelle was overcome now with arousal and the need to satisfy both of their desire. She leant forward and ran her tongue up the back of one of Eve’s calves before settling inbetween her toned legs, feet over her shoulders. She felt Eve shake, and watched her arousal running out of her gorgeous cunt, before pushing her large plastic cock back inside her.
“Oh my god, Villanelle… you feel so, oh fuck that feels good… please please fuck me.”
“Call me Daddy, Eve. Tell me how good I feel inside you.”
She started to pound into Eve harder, bending her almost in two with the position and the force of each thrust. They both were panting, moaning, sweat dripping down each of their bodies.
“Fuck Daddy, you feel so fucking good. You are so big inside me. Please make me cum, please cum inside me and claim me as yours.”
“Yes, thats it my Eve, thats so so good” Villanelle panted and quickened still, feeling her orgasm building quickly, “you are going to make me cum with that filthy mouth of yours.”
“I’m so close Daddy. Please don’t stop.”
Villanelle reached down and began to rub small fast circles over Eve’s clit with her thumb, she was about to reach an earth shattering orgasm and she wanted to ensure that Eve joined her. She new just how to have them crying out in pleasure together.
“That’s it Eve, I’m so close, I’m going to cum so soon… are you going to cum with me? Are you going to squeeze my cock and cum all over me? Are you going to be my… good girl?”
At her words she watched Eve reach the peak of her climax and with just two more heavy thrusts into her Villanelle was joining her. Eve moaning and grabbing onto to Villanelle’s strong arms, and Villanelle panting, whispering to Eve over and over as they rode out their pleasure.
“Good girl, Eve. That’s it baby. Good girl… good girl.”
Still deep inside her, Villanelle let Eve’s legs go and they instinctively wrapped around her middle, pulling them flush against each other as she wrapped her arms around Eve’s back and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Villanelle leant her forehead against Eve’s and sighed deeply and contented.
“You should have let me do that a long time ago.”
Eve laughed in response before kissing Villanelle’s lips softly, a smile caught in the kiss that Villanelle hoped would never leave the older woman’s face.
At the break of the kiss, Villanelle held Eve steadily while pulling slowly out of her, giving her time to readjust to not being filled.
Eve glanced over Villanelle’s shoulder and around the room, as if she had forgotten where they even were. Suddenly her voice was loud and serious and she pushed Villanelle away with a sharp shove to the chest.
“Did we really just have sex with a dead body in the room??!”
Villanelle looked at the bed and then back at Eve with a coy shrug of the shoulders.
“Oops?”