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our room
The rain pattered against the window in an almost sensual rhythm, it somehow perfectly mirrored the throbbing that simmered beneath their skin, synchronised, unmistakable, passionate. It had only been a year or so since Therese had officially moved into Carols new apartment, or, as Carol liked to call it, “their womanly sanctuary”, the walls were adorned with a plethora of beautiful photos, some of them were personal favourites taken by Therese herself that she simply couldn’t bring herself to sell, despite the insistence from Carol that anyone would be dying to buy them, others were simple pieces bought for cheap at the local charity store not far from where Therese used to live.
Despite the rain, rays of sunlight insisted on ignoring the blinds drawn over the bedroom window, illuminating the room and highlight the almost visible warmth that emerged them both, casting a soft glow over Carols sharp features that refused to soften even in the depths of sleep. Therese couldn’t help but stare, she wasn’t a sleep in kind of person, always ready to embark on whatever the day had in store, her mother always told her she was ‘too enthusiastic for New York’; she begged to differ. Regardless of Thereses distain for sleeping past eight am, she remained perfectly still in bed for Carol so she could watch without interruption, the way her somewhat grey, somewhat blonde, strands rested against her lips, fluttering like feathers after every breath. Although, she couldn’t help but drag her perfectly manicured fingernails gingerly along her spine, careful not to disturb her much needed rest.
‘Hey.’ Carol mumbled hoarsely as she finally awoke from her sleep, not yet willing to open her eyes and face the brightness of the morning. It was endearing, to Therese at least, who views Carols every actions though the same rose tinted glasses she’d seemed to have put on the day they met in Frankenberg’s toy department last December.
‘Good morning.’ Therese responded, inhaling Carols neck as if her scent held the answers to the universe. ‘Eleven pm, a new record.’ She continued fondly with an almost inaudible twinge of sarcasm.
‘Smart-ass.’ The older woman grumbled, before finally prying her eyes open to smirk at the woman that lay beside her, taking in the way Thereses usually uniform chocolate brown hair was jumbled in a state of disarray that went past her shoulders, unable to resist reminiscing on a time where her hair barley touched her chin.
Before the brunette had time to defend herself, Carol planted an array of small kisses onto the woman’s neck, lazy and half-assed, yet still conveying every ounce of passion Carol had for the younger woman. Therese didn’t mind one bit, she returned the kiss with equal favour, her digits sliding down from bumps of carols spine to intertwine with her fingers, pulling her impossibly closer. Thereses leg found its way over carols hips, placing her in an uncommon position of power straddling her hips,not that she opposed it, she had always wanted to feel the thrill on being on top, having her precious Carol squirm beneath her and making her verbalise all of her perverted needs. God, she was going to finish just thinking about it.
‘What are you waiting for, doll?’ Carol snickered. She almost chuckled at her own words, but stopped when she saw the determined look on Therese’s face.
‘I’m yours.’
Therese couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped her lips, nor the way her hips started to instinctively grind against carols like a desperate mutt needing attention, attention Carol was willing to give. With that Therese forgot all about her momentary desire for dominance and begun to dry hump against Carol, her smaller, smooth hands, grabbing desperately at the bottom sheet, one on either side of Carols head. The pale complexion of Thereses skin wasn’t too different ti that of Carols platinum blonde hair. Her crimson red nail polish matched the deep plush that was creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks like blood in water. Carol purposefully bucked her hips upward, sending a jolt of desire through both women.
Carol grabbed Thereses waist, gently, but firmly pulling her from her own hips and pinning her down onto the mattress with practiced ease, like she’d done it a million times before. In reality a million wasn’t far off.
Carol sat up on her knees, her body working with absolute strength despite her age, the rush of adrenaline and desire breaking the boundaries of forty year old stamina. She begun to unbutton Therese’s silk night shirt softly, the smooth, emerald green material falling away from the young woman’s pale skin revealing a village of goosebumps surrounding her perfectly sculpted breasts, no matter how many times Therese felt Carol’s fingers explore her body, how many times she felt her lips memorise her peaks, the butterflies in her stomach refused to dissipate. Carol bit down on one of the rosy peaks with just enough force to produce a moan-mixed-gasp from Therese, the woman’s tongue quickly swirled around the erect nipple in attempt to soothe the sting she’d just caused. Bunkins, the stuffed rabbit that usually inhabited the bed with them, that Carol had bought Therese last month for her birthday and considered their son, was discarded on the floor, thankfully so, he was far too pure to be exposed to such graphic passion.
In what felt like seconds to Therese, but was really almost ten minutes of flushed whispers and intimate touches, Carols fingers had found themselves past Therese’s slick folds and inside of her, satisfying the full feeling Therese so desperately longed for.
‘This was so worth staying in bed for.’ Therese couldn’t help think to herself, with an internal, smug, chuckle at her own admittedly stupid joke.
As Carol began to pump her two slender fingers in and out of Thereses wet cunt, Therese closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, embarrassed by how quickly her lover could reduce her to a mess of whimpers and moans. She was so very whipped for this woman, this stubborn, witty, beautiful woman.
Thereses body shook with a powerful orgasm as Carol pushed her over the edge within minutes, her body was weak compared to the experience of the older woman and her fingers, despite how pathetic she felt,she wouldn’t change it for the world.
‘Thank you..’ Therese mumbled still attempting to extract the shaking from her legs and her voice, her chest rising and falling like an excited toddlers bouncy house after their fifth slice of cake.
‘Don’t thank me yet.’ She purred in response, her thumbs hooking the sides of her own black panties and sliding them down her legs seductively with a smirk plastered on her lips. The dampened underwater was thrown across the room, just missing the laundry basket with, discarded and forgotten within seconds as Carol lowered her own slick slit onto Thereses mouth, leaving a trail of wetness behind as she begun to grind shamelessly against the poor girls lips.
‘Fuck yeah.’ She grunted, her tone husky, like when she’s had a few too many glasses of wine.
Therese could practically feel her heart begging to be let free from the desire rising in her chest. She could feel the black curled hairs that framed Carols cunt get stuck between her teeth as she eats the older woman out feverishly like a starved woman gone mad, it only made her more desperate, more needy, more achy. One of her hands gripped the woman’s hip, holding her in place, as if the idea of Carol moving anytime soon wasn’t utter nonsense, whilst the other hand slid down her flat chest and slipped between her own folds. Her fingers immediately found the bundle of nerves still sensitive post orgasm, which only egged her on further. Her delicate digits matched the rhythm of her tongue, no longer tentative and gentle, but instead determined and needy as she worked to pay back her beautiful, blonde, lover.
It felt like an eternity later when both women finally had their hands to themselves, for the most part, the was rain no longer falling, and the sun had settled into a gentle glow over the horizon, surely it wasn’t sunset yet… a rainbow settlement in place of the previously intense weather. And smoke filled the room, their room,as they smoked together, a personal sentiment in their relationship, and for once, Therese found herself drifting off to sleep, midday. In their room.