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Everything about her is soft. From the hair she gets done every two weeks, the skin she moisturizes twice a day, the breast from which she once fed her children, the stomach that carried them, the thighs that only a few people have had the luxury to lay their head upon (but have sat many a crying child), to the hands that are currently running over Ava’s body. Barbara is so soft. Ava loves how soft Barbara is. The softness of the outside matches the softness on the inside. Barbara is a soft woman. She only speaks to her family in the softest voice and has a bleeding heart to beat out Janine’s on any given day. 40 years of educating in the public school system gave her enough of a tough skin to get through, but outside of the walls of Abbott Elementary, the thick skin is thinned and the heart opens. Ava loves how soft Barbara is with her. Barbara likes to take her time, making sure her movements are made with gentle hands; only handling Ava with the best of care as if she was something precious that would break if handled too hard. Sometimes Ava begs Barbara to be a little rougher with her, but most days, like today, she is happy beyond measure with how gentle Barbara is with her.
Barbara kisses down Ava’s torso, taking her sweet time in the areas that she knows Ava is a bit self-conscious about. With every press of her lips, some of her insecurities melt away.
“Pretty girl,” Barbara mumbles into the dip of Ava’s hips. Ava caresses Barbara’s face; an acknowledgment and a thank you all in one. Barbara smiles against her skin whispering, “ My pretty girl.” Barbara nudges Ava’s legs apart and kisses her way to the inside of Ava’s thigh.
“Barb, please,” Ava pleads. Barbara places one quick kiss on the thigh under her lips and crawls back up to meet Ava’s face. She kisses Ava’s forehead, nose, and finally her lips.
“You don’t have to beg tonight, honey,” Barbara assures her. “I’ll give you everything you want. Just let me take my time, okay?” Ava nods, settling into the pillows a little more. Barbara kisses her again before slinking back down between her thighs.
Two gentle fingers spread Ava open, followed by the softest lips grazing her clit. She lets out a sound that would make God himself blush, but Barbara loves it. The same soft lips wrap around her clit while Barbara’s fingers work their way inside of her. Ava cards her fingers through Barbara’s hair, bringing her hand to cup the back of the older woman’s neck, Barbara sets a slow pace that drives Ava wild but as Ava’s breath picks up, so does the pace, until Ava is unraveling under her. Barbara takes her free hand and holds Ava’s while working her through the high.
“Thank you,” Ava whimpers and Barbara smiles. Ava rarely says the words outside of this setting and the way she says them is like music to Barbara’s ears. Barbara told her long ago that Ava didn’t have to say ‘thank you’ every time but Ava still does, insisting that you use your manners when someone does their best for you. It was hard for Barbara to argue that point then, so she just smiles and says “You’re welcome,” because manners.
Barbara leaves her fingers where they are and moves to straddle one of Ava’s legs. She leans down and kisses Ava’s lips and allows her to taste herself, their tongues sliding against each other’s. Ava shifts, sitting up the best she can, kissing down Barbara’s soft neck, and guides their hands to the curve of a soft hip that Ava has had her face cradled in many times. Barbara sets the pace with her fingers again, moving her hips in time with them. They don’t get to do this often, Barbara’s knees doth protest too much. (Ava had made the joke once while they were in this position when Barbara had asked to switch because her knees were aching. They laughed for a solid minute. Two things were learned that night: Barbara had never laughed during sex before and Ava secretly likes Shakespeare.) Ava lets go of Barbara’s hand and wraps an arm around her undulating hips. She rests her head on Barbara’s shoulder, welcoming the feeling of an upcoming orgasm.
Ava loves how soft Barbara is. Everything about her is soft. Down to the “I love you so much” that she whimpers as she comes.