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Tobin could appreciate the unadulterated wanton lust Christen Press had for her – the kind where she couldn’t wait to get Tobin alone so she could bend herself over a desk and have the Physics student do with her as she please. She wanted Tobin so much, that she didn’t care if her perfectly curated outfits got dirty with dust or grass. She didn’t care that they might get caught and have that ruin her reputation. She just really, really wanted Tobin and the brunette really wanted her, too.
But it was always over in a flash.
As soon as Christen climaxed – she zoned out and became very disinterested in anything else. She’d offer to do something that would give the other woman the same feeling; most times that would involve sinking to her knees. And Tobin enjoyed it; she just wanted more. She wanted more from her time with Christen.
Tonight had been another one of those nights. She had snuck Christen into her chambers at Violet, and they fooled around a little bit – did her so nice that she had to bite at Tobin’s shoulder to keep from screaming and disturbing everyone else’ peace. But then it was over, and Christen was already up, looking for her panties that got tossed over her shoulder.
“Hey, um, are you leaving?”, Tobin asked as she laboriously stood up from bed.
“I am”, Christen said coolly. “Why?”
“No, I just… I thought maybe we could go for another round”. Tobin pulled her worn Academy tee-shirt over her head. “I’m not really all that tired”.
“Well, too much of a good thing—” , Christen held, stepping into her panties and reaching for her shirt that landed on Tobin’s desk.
“Christen… I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything—”
A pause.
Christen’s eyes were inquisitive and awaiting.
“It’s just… have you ever made love before?” Tobin knew she was treading dangerous grounds asking a question like that to a woman like Christen. It wasn’t that she was volatile or anything, but she could switch on a dime – calm one moment and heated the next.
“What do you think we did just now?”, the younger woman asked, pulling up her skirt.
“That wasn’t making love. That was sex – a quickie even. And it kinda feels like that’s all we do – just have quickies”.
“I fail to see the problem”, Christen held again. “Is this because you didn’t get to orgasm today? I’m still here; I can go down on you if you want”. It all sounded so mechanical, even for a someone as stoic as Christen.
“No, it’s not that”, Tobin said with a sigh. “Let’s just leave it – there’s no use getting into it now”. She pulled on her boxers and reached for her cell phone on her bedside table. “I’ll see you around, okay? Get home safe”.
But Christen stood against the desk, hands crossed to her chest. “I don’t like to leave a conversation like this. Tie up your loose ends, Tobin”.
Tobin turned to her, surprised by her willingness to talk. Christen wasn’t much of a talker; and she certainly didn’t like to talk after sex.
“Okay, sure”, the Auburn native started. “Christen… this thing between us is really working out for you. You get what you want without the unnecessary baggage of a relationship. For me? I want more than sex, but you’ve already explained that that’s never going to happen. So, at the very least, and if sex is all I’m getting outta this, then I want it to be good”.
“So the sex has been bad?”, Christen asked, eyebrow quirked up.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying”, Tobin quickly explained. “I just meant—can’t it be more? Like, we’re not in love, but why can’t we fuck like we are?”
“I don’t know what it is you want from me”, Christen countered, arms still crossed, still defensive over everything Tobin was saying.
“That’s why I started this by asking if you’ve ever made love. I know you’ve had sex, but have you ever had sex that felt like… like more?”
Christen stayed silent for a while, thinking everything over before she finally spoke again. “I’ve never made love before”.
Tobin’s face softened and she walked over to Christen. “Okay, well… I have, and it’s a whole different experience – one that I want you to have”. She brushed Christen’s unruly curly hair from her face. “If you let me; I can teach you how to make love”.
Christen scoffed and rolled her eyes. “What makes you such an expert?”
“I’m not an expert, I just – I have a lot of passion inside of me and I know you do, too. I want us to explore that, together”.
Christen’s arms were still clenched to her chest, guarded against this idea whilst also being intrigued by it. “What would all of this entail exactly?”
Tobin offered a smile and placed her hands on Christen’s shoulders. “Just relax… first thing you need to do is get out of your own head”.
Christen scoffed. “That is not as easy as it sounds”.
“I know but try. Close your eyes”.
The younger woman did as instructed and then felt Tobin’s hands move to uncross her arms – she lets her.
“Now, don’t be alarmed, but I’m gonna do something kind of odd”.
“What are—” Christen stopped talking when she realised that Tobin was hugging her.
Her skin felt warm – still flushed from their earlier tryst. Her hands splayed on her back, and she buried her face in Christen’s neck. The younger woman tensed up – it was the first time she’d been hugged in months. Somehow it felt more intimate then five minutes ago when Tobin’s three fingers were inside of her.
She hugged back, delicate hand trailing down Tobin’s strong back.
Their embrace lasted too long, but also not long enough – leaving Christen incredibly confused by what she was feeling.
“Alright, now—” Tobin let go of her and took a step back. “Making love is about connecting with the other person; becoming one with the other person”.
“Call me self-centred, but I like being my own person”, Christen quipped.
“Let me rather show you want I mean”, Tobin just said.
She took Christen by the hand and led her to the bed again. She stood in front of the Latin student and slowly reached to undo the buttons of her shirt.
“Making love is all about taking your time – building up the anticipation”. She pulled her shirt off and began peppering soft kisses in her neck. “It’s about all of the five senses being awakened and teased”. She reached for the side zipper of Christen’s skirt. “You smell like the rosehip oil lotion you use”, she said into her skin. “Your lips taste like the wine you had before you came over to see me”. She tugged the tight plaid skirt off. “And I’m making your heart beat so fast that I can hear it thudding against your chest right now”. She hooked her fingers into Christen’s lace underwear and dropped to her knees. She left kisses on the inside of her thigh before yanking the panties off and tossing them aside. Gently, she nudged Christen to sit down on the edge of the bed.
She kept trailing kisses up Christen’s thighs as her fingertips dug into the flesh.
“And with sight, well…”, she gave a low chuckle and carefully, loving, pried Christen’s legs apart. “… I can see your arousal – you’re soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet”.
“It’s from earlier”.
“You know it isn’t”, Tobin said, then she left a long kiss on the inside of Christen’s thigh and dragged her tongue all the way to her core.
She didn’t let up – even when Christen’s hands pulled at her hair so hard. She kept kissing, licking, tasting – until the other woman’s knuckles turned white as she held on to the sheets to try and ground herself. Until Christen forgot about the rules or the limits and screamed her lover’s name.
Tobin had a devilish grin on her face, slowly slipping in two fingers while her tongue went back to teasing Christen’s clit relentlessly.
After that it did not take long for Christen to come. And she’d had many orgasms before – self-induced and throughout her experiences at Stanford and whilst with Tobin in this – this thing they had going on.
But this wasn’t just another orgasm. Her whole body, every last limb, and every last inch of skin, felt like a current of electricity had passed through it. Even as she was convulsing and her body began to unwound itself, Tobin kept licking and tasting and sucking on her clit.
“Holy fuck, Tobin”, she gasped out, moaning as the woman kept at it.
She could feel her body trembling as another orgasm began to build up, and she was close to tears, so she shut her eyes grabbed at the bed covers for dear life.
Her second orgasm was just as, if not more, intense – her whole body shook as her walls tightened around Tobin’s fingers.
She was only just regaining some sense of cognitive ability, when she felt Tobin flopping down next to her on the bed.
She turned her head away because she knew Tobin had a cocky grin on her face now. The one she always had when she was proven right.
“The girls are gonna complain tomorrow”, she said, finger slowly trailing Christen’s spine. “But I don’t mind – what we did just now… it was beautiful”.
“It was just sex – the way we’ve always done it”, Christen said, but mostly to convince herself.
“You know that’s not true”, Tobin said levelly. “The fifth sense is touch, feeling. And I know you felt something different in the moment. When I was nose deep in your pussy, you felt something new --- something you’ve never experienced, well, not with me anyway”.
Or with anyone. But Christen didn’t say that.
“Making love isn’t about tempo or romance or having the best this or the best that”, Tobin explained softly. “It’s about seeing the person standing or sitting or laying in front of you and allowing them to see you, too”. She placed a soft kiss on Christen’s shoulder. “But I’m not done teaching you yet”.
Christen couldn’t help the involuntary flutter in her heart when she heard that Tobin wanted to do more. Even more, after all that? Her body was tired, but she so badly wanted to see what else Tobin had in store for her.
“What else do you want me to know?”, she asked, turning around to face the other woman.
“Just how fun missionary can be if you do it right”, Tobin said with a smirk. “I know you have your favourites, but let’s try ‘ol faithful and see if making love in missionary changes your opinion about the position”.
“I doubt it”, Christen said with an annoyed scoff.
Tobin smiled and shrugged. “Okay then. Guess I won’t go through all the trouble of strapping on and—”
“I didn’t say no”, Christen then said, shifting around so she could lie with her back against the pillows. She opened her legs slowly. “And it’s like you said – I’m soaked with anticipation”, she husked out lowly, and smiled as she watched on as Tobin reached for the strap-on in the drawer next to her bed.
=
Tobin was left a little stunned and lost for words when she walked into Christen’s apartment. There were dozens of candles alit and red rose petals strewn all over the living room. The round dinner table was set immaculately.
“Do you like it?”, Christen said, arm moving around Tobin’s waist.
“I love it… Wow”, Tobin said and turned to face her girlfriend. “This place looks amazing. And you look… words fail me”. She stroked a hand down the woman’s arm and held onto her delicate wrist. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me”.
Christen’s cheeks blushed pink and she shook her head, feigning annoyance. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me, Tobs. You’re getting some tonight”.
The brunette laughed softly, placing a kiss on her girlfriend’s temple. “I like sweet-talking you. I wanna tell you how incredible you are every chance I get”.
She kissed her by the jaw and wrapped her arms around Tobin’s waist. “Can I take your jacket?”
“Mmm, yes please”, Tobin said, and smiled as Christen shrugged off her jacket and hung it over a chair by the dinner table. Tobin also took off her shoes and sat down on the chair she usually chose whenever they had dinner.
“Glad to see you’re making yourself comfortable”, Christen said as she took her seat. “This is still your home”.
“Are you trying to convince me to come back again?”, Tobin asked with a soft chuckle. She kissed up her jaw and neck. “I love you and I want to start over with you. I really think we can get it right this time”. A soft peck in the crook of Christen’s neck followed. “But we’re taking it slow, yeah?
Christen laughed softly. “We are, we are – but that doesn’t mean that I won’t try”. She stroked Tobin’s cheek with the back of her hand and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Dinner should be ready in a few minutes, let me go check”.
“You cooked?”, Tobin asked with a smile. “Can you cook?”
“Yes! I used to make those grilled cheese with the gruyere you liked so much, and I think I boiled an egg once”. She picked up the saucepan and grabbed the pecorino and grater from the counter.
“You did not make my favourite pasta”, Tobin said excitedly as Christen lowered the pan onto the table.
“Well, I didn’t spend all that time with your mom and family without picking up some tips”, Christen said proudly. “Butternut ravioli with grated pecorino cheese. Now, full disclosure, the pasta was pre-made and packaged and… well, basically I just heated it up in pan, but—”
“No, it’s perfect. You did good, love”, Tobin promised. She stood up and pulled out her girlfriend’s chair for her. “I can’t wait to dig in”.
Tobin dished up for the both of them while Christen poured the wine.
“As you can see I didn’t prepare a lot of food, and that’s because I wanted you to save room for dessert”, the younger woman said and had a sip of wine. “I’m not really hungry myself, well not for food anyway”, she added suggestively.
“It’s not gonna take a lot for me to, you know…”, Tobin said, smiling with a blush as she pulled her shoulders up in a shrug. “… get in the mood”.
“Oh okay then”, Christen said with a laugh. She poured more wine into her glass, needing a bit of liquid courage. “I’ve been planning this evening in my head for a really long time now – thought of the food, the wine, what I was going to wear—”
“Well, the food is great, the wine is nice and you look absolutely stunning, so I’d say job well done”. She reached for Christen’s hand and gently grazed over her knuckles with her thumb. “You did good. Seriously, I’ve never been so romanced in my life. I must admit, it’s really nice”.
Christen brought her forehead against Tobin’s and exhaled slowly. “I love you, so so much”. Before she got too emotional, she sat back and offered a smile. “Come now, eat your food”.
=
Christen walked Tobin over to the couch after dinner had been eaten. She herself had a bite or two, too nervous and excited to really eat anything.
“You wanna sit down for a while, just relax?”, Christen asked.
“Sure”, the brunette said, undoing her top buttons of her shirt. “Thank you for a really special evening – the roses and candles. It’s so romantic”. She turned and sat so she could look at her girlfriend and appreciate the sexy satin slip dress she had on. The black complimented her tan skin and the six-inch heels with the red soles that she hardly ever wore on just any night perfectly.
“I made dessert, but I thought we could have it later”, Christen spoke softly, and moved her slender hand up Tobin’s arm to rest on her bicep. “Is this okay?”
The brunette nodded. “It is”.
Christen’s eyes shone with an uncertainty, a cautioned desire. “Tobin, I… I’m really happy we’re back together. And I missed you so much”. Her hands moved towards the other woman’s chest and she slowly started to work on her buttons. “How much I missed touching you, and holding you, and feeling your body on top of mine”.
The older woman sat back and watched her girlfriend undo her buttons slowly. “What else did you miss, my love?”
“I missed taking care of you, doing things for you… things to you – just the way you like it”, she said and stopped undoing the buttons of Tobin’s shirt. She leaned closer– peppering soft kisses in her neck and along the slope of her throat. She felt Tobin’s hand carding through her hair and she bit down at the skin.
“I missed you marking me like that”, Tobin husked lowly, hand gently tugging at Christen’s curly hair.
“Mm, and I bet that’s why all the girls on campus want you still – because my marks aren’t on you”, Christen said in-between leaving love bites in Tobin’s neck. “But don’t worry, I’ll fix that for ya tonight”.
“You can brand me as much as you want”, she said dreamily as Christen bit and sucked on her skin.
Christen’s hand snaked down Tobin’s chest and she kept on kissing her and biting her neck. “I commit to being all yours, for as long as you’ll have me. And I’ll do whatever you want – I’ll be on my hands and knees for you if you want me to be”, she said and climbed into Tobin’s lap. The brunette’s hands found purchase on her hips. “But not tonight”, she said and smiled wickedly at Tobin’s disappointed moan.
“Why not tonight?”, she asked, hands lowering as she felt up her girlfriend’s ass. “I was looking forward to having my way with you”.
“And you will”, Christen first left a kiss on her lips before she continued. “But tonight I want to make up for lost time”. Another soft kiss followed. Her hands cupped her girlfriend’s face. “Will you let me show you how much I’ve missed you? How sorry I am for ending things and how happy I am that we’re together again?”
“Chris…”, Tobin whispered lowly as her girlfriend’s knee pressed down between her legs. “Fuck… yes… make it up to me, my love. Show me how much you’ve missed me”, she said distractedly as she tried to grind against Christen’s knee.
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life”, Tobin hissed and pulled Christen closer by the hips.
“Good”, the younger woman said, breath warm against Tobin’s ear. She climbed out of her lap and towered over her girlfriend.
When Tobin moved to get up, too, Christen’s bare foot on her chest gently pushed her against the back of the sofa.
“Stay right there”, she ordered, foot still pressing against Tobin’s chest. “I have a gift for you”. She finally pulled her foot back and Tobin finally got the ability to breathe and have coherent thoughts back, too.
Christen sauntered over to the other side of the room, with an extra sway of her hips– she knew her girl was enjoying the view. She switched on her speakers and connected her phone. Soon the room was filled with sultry music. She turned around, eyes dark and focused on one singular thing – Tobin’s delicious mouth.
“I just want to show you how much I hated being apart – and what I’ve learned since the last time we made love”. Christen toyed with the straps of her dress, and then started pulling down the garment to reveal a lacy black bra and matching boys’ cut panties.
She moved her body to the rhythm of the music, hand teasingly grazing down her own chest and towards her navel and below. Tobin was mesmerized by the way her hips moved, the way she was so in tune with her body. And her body glowed in the candlelight, every curve was accentuated in the golden hue of the room.
“Can I dance for you? I want to show off my body because it’s yours now”. She dropped to her knees and placed her hands on Tobin’s thighs. “I want to dance for you, get you all hot and bothered and then I want to fuck you the way you like it”. She leaned back up and kissed her on the chin first. “All…”, a kiss on the cheek followed. “…night…”, a final kiss on the lips ended the sequence. “…long”.
Tobin swallowed hard, head a little dizzy from the wine, the lights, the music and the goddess in front of her. “Dance for me, love. Do whatever you want with me – I’m yours”.
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Christen planted a knee on either side of Tobin’s legs and had her hands on the woman’s shoulders. Her hips moved slowly in a circular motion and her eyes stared down at Tobin’s. Then, she carefully moved so her knee was pressed against the woman’s core. Tobin hissed at the contact.
The younger woman grabbed Tobin’s hand and placed it on her chest, then she bent down backwards, and when she came back up again, she had loosened the bra. With one quick motion it was off.
“You’re so beautiful”, Tobin husked out roughly, hands resting on Christen’s ribs. “Can I touch your tits?”
Christen nodded, pulling her lip between the bit of her teeth.
Tobin palmed at her petite, gorgeous breasts and rasped out a sigh of contentment. “Damn, you feel good”.
Christen’s back arched and she hooked a leg around Tobin. Her hips kept gyrating and Tobin kept grinding against her knee.
The younger woman leaned forward and kissed Tobin hard. Kissed her as if both their lives depended on it. She abruptly pulled away and stood up from Tobin’s lap. The brunette whimpered lowly.
But Christen just smirked and sat backwards on her girlfriend, showing off her ass. Her hand reached back and grabbed onto Tobin’s belt buckle, and she rocked her hips back and forth, side to side. She knew just how much Tobin loved that particular part of her body – by the way she always grabbed, caressed, spanked and groped at it.
The song ends and another starts – Christen sighed lovingly and wrapped her arms around Tobin’s shoulders while her hips moved to the beat.
“You’re so sexy, Chris”, Tobin muttered roughly.
Christen’s reply was a sloppy, lazy kiss. She sat back and found Tobin’s eyes again. “I wanna give you head until my jaw hurts”
“Fuck… then let’s go, love”, Tobin said in a needy whisper.
Christen climbed off of her, Tobin missed the weight already. “Bedroom. Now”.
=
Christen’s non-existent nails raked down Tobin’s muscular thighs as she pulled her down onto her face. She could hear the moans coming from Tobin’s mouth and that was all the encouragement she needed to keep going. She was buried nose deep between Tobin’s legs as the older woman rode her face.
“A-ah-uh, fuck, Chris—“, the brunette hissed. She came again and felt herself dripping on Christen’s face. But the Latin major wouldn’t let up – her tongue dove into Tobin’s wet cunt with reckless abandon. She teased her clit, lapped up every drop of sap from her as if though it was the lifeblood she needed to keep on existing.
Tobin’s moans were so loud that Christen could hear them even though she had Tobin’s strong thighs either side of her face and even though she was buried in her pussy.
“Fuck, Chris”, Tobin cried out, body slumping forward as she rested her forehead and arms against the cool wall. Christen finally stopped eating her out, and she could climb off of her and fall down next to her on the bed.
She was satisfied, spent and sated.
But Christen was relentless.
She hopped out of bed and rummaged through her drawers, looking for the new toy she had gotten – a sexy leather harness and sizy flesh-coloured dildo that she gripped in her hand as she walked over to the bed.
“More?”, Tobin asked raspily. She had already pulled her boxer shorts back up, but it seemed as if though Christen wasn’t done with her yet.
She nodded. “There’s more… only if you want to”.
The brunette nodded readily and propped herself up by the elbows – her whole entire body felt like it was made out of jelly, but she didn’t want to stop. “I do”.
Christen smiled and stalked up closer, crawled on the bed and once she was face to face with the other woman, she brought the toy to her mouth and pushed it past her lips. Tobin’s eyes widened in surprise – Christen had promised her all her favourite things and she hadn’t lied. The younger woman knew just how much she enjoyed watching her lick and suck these dildos.
Tobin brushed some of her curly hair away from her face to see her expertly bob up and down the silicone shaft. Christen was a gold-star gay - never been anywhere near a penis, but she did it like a pro. When the Latin major looked up at her with hooded eyes and a smile on her face while the tip of the toy dripped with her spit, Tobin nearly came just from the visual. And the audio of hearing her slurp and moan on it.
“So gorgeous”, Tobin praised. “So, so pretty when you’re sucking cock like that, my love”.
Christen smiled around the dildo, and slowly pulled it out of her mouth. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Mm-hm, yeah… that was sexy, sexy, sexy”. She gave Christen a soft kiss on her swollen lips and tasted herself on the woman.
Christen slipped the dildo into the harness, and her eyes became very dark all of a sudden. “How would you like me to take you tonight?”
“I wanna be on my back, love”, Tobin said, uncomfortably wet in her grey and blue striped boxer shorts. She stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her boxers, wanting to pull them down, but Christen’s hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Keep them on”, Christen said and slowly slipped her hand through the fly of the shorts. “The friction will feel amazing”. She pushed two of her fingers inside her girlfriend and smiled when she saw her eyes glaze over.
“It feels so good, darling”, Tobin husked – the pressure of Christen’s delicate fingers making her shake already. She wasn’t very loud in bed, and not for lack of effort on her girlfriend’s part – she just didn’t scream and shout and curse real loud. She was a moaner, and Christen loved that about her.
The younger woman’s hand steadily increased the tempo, and Tobin’s moans got throatier. She guided the shaft of the toy against Tobin’s entrance; and her eyebrows quirked up at the new sensation.
“Is this okay? All you have to do is say no and I’ll stop”.
“I don’t want you to stop”, Tobin said quickly. “Keep going”.
Christen nodded, tongue darting over her lips and she shifted herself on top of Tobin, knees planted on either side of the woman’s waist. Her girlfriend looked good from any angle, but she looked beautiful lying on her back like this. Christen ran a finger along her perfect jawline and across her lips.
“I missed your mouth”, Christen said confidently as her hands massaged Tobin’s breasts.
“Then why don’t you let me put it on you?”, Tobin asked with a smirk.
“You’ll get your chance”, she said teasingly, eyes dark with desire and lust. “Right now, I wanna focus on you, and make you feel good”. She reached tentatively, looking up at Tobin for her go-ahead before she widened the opening at the front of the boxer shorts. “Is this still okay with you?”
“It is”, Tobin said with a smile.
Christen nodded – this is still what they both wanted, what they both needed. She pushed herself into Tobin, moving slow and carefully. But she quickly found her rhythm – jutting her hips forward as she grew familiar with the strap around her.
Tobin drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, breathing through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. She was starting to adjust to the length and girth of the silicone, and her legs fell apart as her body invited Christen in. She wasn’t usually the one in this position, but she liked the change – and she loved being underneath her gorgeous girlfriend like this. Her hands reached for Christen’s slim waist as she tried to ground herself in some sort of semblance of reality. Her mind was faltering – thoughts becoming less and less coherent as her girlfriend fucked her.
Christen’s strokes were languid and gentle at first. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, but she enjoyed strapping up every so often. And she really loved what it did to Tobin. When she had her like this, at her mercy, Tobin’s usual calm disposition slipped. She became a sensitive mess, squirming girlishly and trying her hardest not to beg for more. And Christen always fucked her until she begged for more.
The green-eyed woman’s hand held onto Tobin’s hip, encouraging her to tilt her body upwards. Tobin does as she’d been instructed, lifting her hips to get more contact. She bit at her lip, but even that didn’t stop her raspy moans from growing louder. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned out Christen’s name.
“Hmm”, Christen vocalised with a smirk. “I love the sounds you make when I fuck you”. Her fingers snuck into the front of the shorts, too, and her thumb grazed over Tobin’s clit as she filled her with the dildo.
“Fuck, that feels good”, Tobin closed her eyes and her hands grabbed at the sheets as her hips bucked forward in anticipation of another stroke from Christen’s cock. She was already close, and she was about to come just like this – still in her boxers.
Christen’s free hand gripped at the waistband of the shorts and she twisted the fabric in her grasp as she pulled Tobin even closer. Her strokes became harder, faster, deeper and Tobin’s body grew even more tense beneath her. Tobin was tightly wound up and she was ready for release.
“Fuck, Chris… mmnhh, uh, oh god, it f-feels so good, baby”, she struggled to get out.
Christen had never heard her make those sounds before, but they were her new favourite thing. “I’m sorry”, she said breathily as she kept ramming her girl mercilessly. “Sorry that I let you go, my angel”. The term of endearment nearly made Tobin come right there and then.
Christen stuck a hand in her own hair to keep it from falling into her face. “Do you forgive me?”, she asked as the dildo slid in and out, in and out of her girlfriend.
Tobin nodded, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Do you forgive me?”, she asked again, punctuating each word with a thrust.
“I f-forgive you, Chris... fuck, I forgive you, baby”, the Auburn native managed to get out. It was all becoming too much for her now. She could feel her orgasm building from somewhere deep inside her. There was a rumbling in the pit of her stomach, as if though she was hungry and only Christen could fill her now. “I forgive you”, she cried softly.
“Good girl”, Christen said with a tired grin. She brushed her thumb down her clit and watched on as Tobin unravelled underneath her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips were parted as she breathed shallow – Christen knew she had done a good job. “So, so beautiful”, she said softly, hand brushing Tobin’s hair from her face. “You did well, Tobs”, she praised. “You take it so well”.
Tobin’s breathing had only just gotten even, and she was already being moved onto her side again. Christen slid off her shorts and tossed them to the corner of the room with all their other clothes. She lifted Tobin’s leg a little and then she slid the toy into her again. The brunette gasped, but bucked her hips and took the length of the shaft in.
The new angle made it so that Christen could leave soft, little kisses on Tobin’s shoulder. She hooked her one arm around her abdomen and started fucking her real slow again. “I love you so much – let me prove it to you here tonight, and every other night”, she said and placed a kiss between the woman’s shoulder blades. Her thrusts got deeper, more forceful, as she slammed into Tobin and made her cry out the lord’s name in vain.
She rocked her back and forth, grabbing her hair and gently tugging at the tresses. “Touch yourself”, she encouraged with a playfulness in her voice.
Tobin’s hand reached between her own legs – she teased a thumb across her clit and stammered a few obscenities into the darkened room. Christen was really testing her strictly-moan resolve tonight with the way she topped her.
Christen’s thrusts grew languid again, she moved so that her hand could join in on the fun with Tobin’s. She operated the brunette’s hand – moving it where she wanted it and dictating the tempo. Tobin’s breathy moans became gruffer. She hissed between her teeth as the pleasure wave continued to wash over her. It was more than erotic – the way her hand was being controlled by Christen’s in this manner – it felt like being on a higher plane of existence.
But then Christen took over and made her come with a delicate flick of her clit.
Tobin turned her head so that she’d be face down on the bed – biting at the sheets to keep from screaming her lungs out. But it was no use. Christen’s hips kept thrusting and the dildo inside her grazed her g-spot, launching her into another dimension of pleasure.
“Oh, god, Christen! Fuck… I’m— oh god, dear god “, Tobin stammered, hands white-knuckling the sheets beneath her. “I’m coming, babe”, she whimpered out.
“I know, angel”, Christen said calmly. A few more strokes and then she slowly pulled out the toy.
Tobin was a mess in the middle of the bed. Her hair clung to her sweaty face and her lips were parted as she panted for air. Christen had topped her before, but this was different. It felt different. It was as if the younger woman had a point to prove – a mistake to rectify. It wasn’t as much making love as pure, passionate fucking – the kinds of dalliances they’ve never truly had. There were quickies, that turned to sex, that turned to lovemaking once Tobin had taught Christen how to let herself be taken in that way.
But this, tonight, reminded Tobin of how it was in Las Vegas – of how connected they were.
Christen brushed her hair from her face and placed a soft kiss on her damp forehead. “I’ll be right back, my angel”.
Tobin nodded, gingerly sitting up in bed.
Christen threw on a sweater and padded to the bathroom, bringing back a washcloth. She settled beside Tobin and got her to lay on her back. “May I?”
Tobin nodded, slowly moving to sit up. “Wow, I… that was…” She hung her head back and closed her eyes while Christen cleaned between her legs.
“Am I hurting you?”, Christen asked, hoping she was being gentle enough with her still sensitive girlfriend.
“No, no… it’s nice”, Tobin said, eyes finding Christen’s. “It feels nice”.
The Latin major reached and brushed her hair from her face, cupping her jaw, palm against her glowing skin. “You’re so beautiful”.
Tobin smiled against Christen’s hand.
The rain dripped down against the window and the sound lulled the room.
“I love you, Tobin. I didn’t say it enough, or show it enough before, but I want you to know it now. I wanna tell you I love you every chance I get”. She stood up and offered a smile. “Can I get you some water? Some tea? What would you like?”
“Water, please”, Tobin said.
When Christen came back with the water and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, Tobin had stripped the bedsheets and replaced them with fresh linen.
“There was, um, I thought we could use clean sheets”, the brunette said with a shy smile. She had on a Stanford sweater of Christen’s that she found in the closet.
“I like the shirt”, the younger woman said and sat down next to her.
“If I went to Stanford, maybe we would’ve met sooner”, Tobin said, voice a little rough from their earlier exploits.
“No, we met at just the right time. Stanford was… I wasn’t ready. I had to be ready for someone like you”. She handed Tobin the water, and she was quick to wipe her chin when a drop of water slid down. “Will you stay over?”
Tobin nodded and put her arm around Christen’s shoulder. “I’d love to”.
“Thank you”. Christen reached for the bowl with the marbled milk and dark chocolate covered fruit and picked out a delicious looking one. “Would you like a strawberry?”
“Yes, please”, Tobin said, opening her mouth and letting Christen feed her.
“Is it good?”, she asked.
“Yes, it’s really good. Did you make these?”
“I made everything tonight”, the brunette said with a smile. “I wanted to show you that you’re worth all my time and effort. And this is how I want things to be from now on. I want to put the time in, treat you right”.
“All of this romance is nice, my darling. But as long as I have you—I could survive off cold water and your love”. She gave Christen a kiss on her lips and stroked along her spine. “Thank you for tonight, for everything. The dinner, the sexy lap dance, the afters…” Another kiss followed. “You are so special, so wonderful and so incredibly beautiful, Christen”. Tobin moved up so she could look down at the woman in her arms. “All I ask is that you let me love you. Let me be good to you, darling”.
Her words, the soft way in which she said them – Christen couldn’t stop the tears from pooling in her eyes.
Tobin took Christen’s cold hands in hers and kissed her palms. “I want to make you happy. I want to give you everything your heart desires, fulfil your every need. I want to be a support system for you, be your refuge. Will you let me?”
Christen nodded and laughed softly when Tobin wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Yes, a thousand times over”.
Tobin gave her a featherlight kiss on the lips as their fingers interwove.
“I love you”, Christen croaked out softly, resting her forehead against Tobin’s. “And I’m ready to be loved by you”.