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Far away from civilization, at some cabin upstate where Carson had whisked her away for the weekend, Greta lay back in the hottub, quite literally soaking it all in. She was pretty sure this was the good place, where bubbles vibrated her naked body and floating left her feeling weightless.
Better yet, the views were second to none, both in the mountains and with a glazed over Carson sitting across from her, eyes hooded, licking her lips. Her wife’s arms were stretched wide, almost in invitation. Her beautiful tits shimmered just below the water’s surface; hard nipples left begging to be kissed.
When she looked back up, Carson was practically drooling at her like a piece of meat, and Greta couldn’t wait to be devoured. She’d do pretty much anything to make that happen, including obey immediately when Carson said, “spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see all of you.”
Her lover’s words, making her temperature rise faster than the hot water did, damn near had her doing the splits. She wanted to open herself up, to give her body and her desire to the one who had always respected it, treasured it, mastered it.
Greta’s heart drummed rapidly in her chest, pushing all of her blood to flow south. Her fingers followed, trailing soft tips down wet skin. The heat between her legs was slick as she grazed her clit. Groaning at just how damn good it felt.
Blown pupils giving her away, Carson raised her brows anyways, trying to appear unimpressed as she husked, “did I say you could touch yourself?”
Safe to be as bratty as she felt on any particular day, Greta giggled, “no,” winking defiantly. She couldn’t stop now, she was chasing that high, better than any drug she may or may not have ever tried. If someone could bottle and sell orgasmic bliss, they’d never work again.
Though, Greta preferred it straight from the source, and she knew exactly what she was doing, spurring her wife into giving it to her as she rubbed faster circles against her center. Carson lunged for her, splashing water everywhere as she straddled the redhead’s lap, hands pinning Greta’s against the side of the tub.
“You’re a bad girl, Mrs. Shaw. That pussy belongs to me,” her wife drawled out. Lips just out of reach as Carson kept her trapped. It didn’t stop Greta from chasing that kiss, whimpering when she was denied.
Her core throbbed, craving that ultimate release she had only teased herself with before her lover took charge. Not above begging, and knowing her wife got off on it too, Greta pled, “Shaw, please.”
Carson nodded as if she really had to think about it, nibbling on her bottom lip, staring intently as she asked, “please, what?”
Ridiculously horny already, and with no shame in her game, Greta cried out, “please fuck me.”
Dark eyes met hers again and the brunette was demanding, “sit on the edge of the tub.” Greta scurried up the side, creating waves as she scrambled out of the water and onto the ledge. Carson slotted herself between Greta’s legs, pressing them further open as she insisted, “mine,” before burying her face where the redhead needed it most.
Pleasure, like a hot spark turning her clit into a live wire, raced through her with each flick of Carson’s tongue. Fuck. Her lover’s mouth was everything as she licked and sucked, the both of them soon panting for air. Greta’s pussy clenching around nothing had her begging again, “inside, Carse, please!”
She was desperate, so fucking desperate for release, an overpowering need crying out from between her legs. Of course, now was when her wife decided to again stake ownership of her. To dominate Greta’s mind, body, and soul and keeping her close to the edge she was actively teetering on.
Carson raised her head with a huge grin, the redhead’s wetness shining on her lips and covering her chin as she teased, “is there something you want, baby?”
Too far gone for games, Greta groaned, threatening, “Shaw, I swear if you don’t-”
“-What are you going to do, except what you’re told?” Carson sharply asked, her small hands a surprisingly biting force as she slapped Greta’s thighs hard enough to temporarily brand her with fun-sized handprints.
Passion flooded the redhead’s veins and soaked her pussy, leaving her speechless, save the moan that rumbled from that pull in her lower belly. Fuck, she had to admit she loved when her wife was like this. Don’t get her wrong, Carson was always sexy as hell, but it was something more when she was this demanding.
Clearly in total control of Greta, her wife smirked from between her thighs, “that’s what I thought.” Voice dropping an octave, she added, “now, be a good girl and put your legs on my shoulders.”
A shaky Greta leaned back against the large mirror adorning the wall behind the tub. Glass that had been ignored until she was pressing her hot back against its cool surface. Now completely out of the tub, the redhead put each of her long legs where she was told.
Somehow not passing out, though she was still kneeling in the jacuzzi, Carson traced the marks on the redhead’s thighs with her lips. Her internal temp had to be higher than Greta’s, who felt like she’d spontaneously combust any moment. But her lover went on as if she was unaffected by the rising heat.
In fact, she husked, “touch yourself,” her demand echoing off the tile that surrounded them. Carson chuckled darkly when Greta had her fingertips on her clit within seconds.
Heart thundering in her chest, beating in her ears, and pulsing between her legs, Greta’s needy pussy took everything it was offered. Pressing a little harder, and rubbing a little faster, hoping to come as soon as possible, her eyes fluttered closed with the intensity of it all.
Carson insisted, “look at me,” as she grabbed onto the meaty flesh of Greta’s thighs, and within seconds the redhead’s wide and wild gaze met her wife’s hyper-focused one. Her eyes saying the redhead was the prey she couldn’t wait to devour.
Yes, please. Greta squirmed, almost able to feel her wife’s mouth on her. But almost didn’t cut it. Not when the real thing was right there, watching her with rapt attention like she was the only person who existed. Like Carson lived only to please her lover, who just so happened to luckily be her.
Running her hands up Greta’s thighs, her wife said, almost in awe, “you’re so pretty when you are desperate for me. All flushed and dripping.”
Every cell in her body ablaze, she begged, “Shaw, please!” unsure what it even was she was asking for. She just needed her wife to do something, anything, to help give her some relief.
Greta could get herself there, but never as quickly, or as good, as when Carson did. Even when she chose to just drive her mad, brushing her oh so fuckable fingers against Greta’s opening, but not really doing anything but admiring her wetness.
Fuck she needed more. Needed to be possessed by everything that is the woman she was lucky enough to get to love, and fuck. Aching for what was right there seemed silly to her, so she swung her hips up, aiming to sink onto Carson, but two delectable fingers had barely slid inside when Carson stopped and tsked, “you’ll get what you are given, dirty girl.”
Fuck, everything in her normally wanted to submit to her lover’s will, but she was too far gone to be able to think clearly. Wiggling against Carson, frantic to build some kind of rhythm, Greta cried out, “please, fuck me!”
Eyes lit up in lust, mouth practically watering, Carson mumbled, “fuck, baby. You want me?”
“Yesss,” Greta moaned, then gasped when her lover sank the two fingers she had been courting into her heat. With her wife curling against her g-spot every other pump, the redhead matched the thrusts into her with her hips. The strokes against her clit becoming more erratic the harder Carson fucked her.
Close, so close now, she could feel her pussy tighten around her lover’s fingers before the brunette unexpectedly smacked her hand away, replacing it with her lips as she murmured, “mine,” against her heat. Making it so, Carson sucked on Greta’s most erotic spot with devotion. One hard flick of her tongue and the redhead was coming with a guttural scream.
Her body clenched, her toes curled, and her muscles threatened to seize. Greta’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she saw nothing but stars. Pleasure exploded all the way through her and out, surrounding them both with its force.
After a moment catching their breath and struggling to regain their senses, Carson finally admitted defeat to the jacuzzi and her still rising body temperature. Sighing, she said, “Jesus, it’s hot. You’re fucking hot, but I have to get up. I don’t want to pass out, I have plans for you.”
Whining as Carson slipped out of her and started to stand, Greta hurried to join her. Ass numb, but pussy alive and well, she needed more. So much more. Destination? That king sized bed she could see a few steps away.
“Where are you going?” her wife leered, licking her lips and fuck if Greta wasn’t jealous, wanting that mouth on her. Opening hers to respond, she only managed whimpers.
“My insatiable dirty girl,” Carson teased, reaching out to grab her, spinning their bodies, water splashing at their feet. Greta looked back to her lover who was hugging her tight. Needing to kiss those lips, like yesterday, the redhead did.
Their kiss hungry and full of everything between them, she was still left wanting when Carson pulled away abruptly. Not liking that, not one little bit, Greta tried to remedy the situation, mewling when she was denied time and time again.
“Look in the mirror,” Carson demanded, and fuck, the things that voice did to Greta. “I want you to watch me fuck you, baby. I want you to see what I see when you come.”
Fuck. She was so wet, it wouldn’t take much, but when she turned to look, all she could see were imperfections, thanks to a fucked society and an even more fucked mother.
She didn’t want to think about that now, not here, not like this, so she focused on much better things. What she wanted was to come, to be a good girl, Shaw’s good girl. So, Greta didn’t turn away, but she did quickly shut her eyes. She could feel it all without seeing it, she had been doing that for forever.
Her wife had other ideas. Leaning against her, taught nipples brushing Greta’s back, Carson murmured, “open your eyes,” into her neck.
“Baby, no!” Greta argued. “I sag where I shouldn’t and have stretch mark to prove-”
“Shh,” Carson gently interrupted, trailing her fingers from between Greta’s tits, down her belly, and stopping just before she reached the soft patch of hair between her legs. “You are real, you are sexy, and you are mine. I want to see your eyes.”
Wanting nothing more than to please her lover, and come, Greta did as she was told, her attention immediately drawn to her center where Carson’s fingers danced provocatively. Tempting, teasing touches placed upon her skin as her wife whispered, “good girl,” before slapping her ass with a cupped hand. The redhead’s body thrummed with a little bit of pain, and a whole lot of pleasure.
Her lover slid between her legs from behind, swiftly entering her with two fingers as those on her opposite hand created delicious friction against her clit. Fuck. This time she had no control of her eyes slamming shut, or of the fact her body swayed as her shaky legs threatened to give out.
Carson held her tighter, but did not relent, both hands feverishly bringing her closer to climax. Her wetness made such filthy sounds, Greta might have been embarrassed if she didn’t know how much her wife loved this.
Right on time, the thrusts between her legs increased. But the brunette quit stroking her clit so abruptly, Carson was roughly palming one tit before a sex hazed Greta felt the loss.
Still, with a direct line to her lover’s need, the brunette pinched her nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. Knowing Greta rarely came from penetration alone, but also knowing this would get her really fucking close, her wife growled, “if you want to come, you’ll open your eyes.”
She did so, noting how both of their faces were flushed, hair sticking to their faces, right before she watched her soul leave her body. The greatest lover she had ever known pounded into her and demanded, “stroke your clit, baby.”
Pressing the sweet spot just above her most sensitive one, Greta rubbed tight circles, her wrist quickly cramping. She did not stop. She couldn’t if she wanted to as her body hovered in between bliss and combustion. Holding her breath for long periods as all her focus was between her legs as she and her wife fucked her in tandem.
“Be a good girl, and come for me, now!” Carson insisted as she curled her fingers, pushing that spot and throwing the redhead into another earth-shattering orgasm. Her body damn near convulsing as she rode it out in her wife’s arms.
Wicked sensitive, her pussy twitched as Carson slowly pulled out. “Let’s get out of the tub,” the brunette suggested, stepping out first to grab a large fluffy bath towel. Wrapping it around Greta’s shoulders, her wife pulled her in for a kiss that once again had her making little happy noises.
All of this excitement had worked up an appetite, and there was only one thing that could sate her hunger. Using her long limbs to her advantage, Greta walked her lover back to the bed, purring, “I need to taste you, please let me taste you.”
Carson flopped on the bed, spreading her legs to expose her soaked center. Greta licked her lips in anticipation. She had never had anything better in her mouth. She would live here if she was allowed.
As if she could read her mind, her wife husked, “go on then,” nodding at the gold mine between her legs.
Greta grabbed one of the hotel’s feathered pillows and dropped it to the floor before sinking to her knees. Wrapping her hands across the brunette’s thighs, Greta pulled her close before lapping at her clit as fast as her tongue would go.
Sweet pleasure covered her mouth, and Greta got lost in her lover’s heat, licking her until her wife cried out in orgasmic bliss. Even then, she didn’t stop repaying the favor until Carson tapped out, too spent to continue.
Thoroughly fucked herself, Greta crawled up beside her, two sweaty bodies collapsing together. Without opening her eyes, Carson asked, “have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Greta grinned from her soul before saying, “maybe a time or two, and you know I love you. But I think buying us a hot tub for home would really seal the deal.
Carson chuckled before whispering, “you can have anything you want.”
“Anything?” Greta asked, with a twinkle in her eye and want between her legs.
“Anything,” her wife agreed, rolling over to prove it, again and again.