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It seemed silly, when Ivan first suggested it.
'Do you want to use it on me first?'
At this point in their relationship, Till already knew she had it, the leather strap, the handful of dildos and vibrators that could be affixed to the end of it.
They'd always looked so daunting Till didn't seem to move towards them, when they had sex, too intimidated by the implication to even properly consider how they could factor into their sex life.
It wasn't like Ivan hadn't fucked her before. Hadn't had her spread on her fingers, gushing around them. It wasn't like Till didn't know she liked it, liked being worked opened under her, on her tongue, her hands, letting Ivan unravel her entirely with nothing but her body. They'd even ventured into small vibrators and dildos before, and she'd taken all of them eagerly, past the initial uncertainty, but the jump between them and... That, it'd seemed more than what she could handle.
The idea Ivan could split her apart like that, so easy, so deeply, Till didn't know what to do with it. Ivan would be able to ravish her free handed, push into her deeply and thoroughly and still have so much control, so much leverage, it seemed downright unfair. Not to mention, the image of it, of Ivan between her legs, face to face, thrusting her hips into her and filling her up every time, it was... God. It was a dirty, horrifically tempting notion that plagued her mind at all points of the day, an intrusive thought that seemed too raw for her to act on, and too alluring to discard.
When Ivan suggested using it on her, the wager had been that Ivan wouldn't want to be on the other end of it, that she wouldn't be willing to be split apart under Till in such a genuinely vulnerable state. It was the cover Till’d gone with, unthinkingly, and, really, she should've known better.
Why don’t you take it then? She’d sputtered, filled with self-righteous indignation and burning cheeks, only to have it thrown right back in her face.
Ivan’s eyes had lit up like she’d just offered her the numbers to the lottery, so enthusiastic about it Till couldn’t even take it back. Her girlfriend was a pervert through and through, and had way too many fantasies and kinks Till wasn't even sure she wanted to know about, of course she’d be into this. To save face, or maybe because it was very hard to say no when Ivan looked so excited, Till had agreed.
That's how Till found herself in Ivan's bed, only in her underwear, with her girlfriend securing the buckles of the strap around her hips meticulously, like they weren't about to fuck, like Till wasn't about to fill her up in a way she'd never done before, like they weren't opening themselves up to something new and kind of scary.
She couldn't deny the leather looked good against her skin, couldn't deny she liked the feeling of the harness pushing into her hips, the restriction of it digging into her body, tightening every time she flexed her hips. It felt good, it looked good, and if she could admit to that, then certainly Ivan-
"Fuck, Till, you're so hot like this." She said it the moment she pulled back to look at her, eyes fixed down between her legs.
Till didn't feel hot, she felt desperate, and lost, and mildly terrified, but with the way Ivan was looking at her now, almost dazed with desire, she believed her.
There was also the fact that Ivan was already half fucking naked, only in a matching set of verdant undergarments. Ivan looked surreally good on it. Her bra was like a corset, elongated, fitting perfectly over her tits, pushing them up, the fabric going down to her ribs, the swirly, floral pattern half translucent, allowing for a glimpse of skin beneath without really showing everything.
And her panties, God, Till had never considered herself a pervert until she first saw Ivan in lingerie, until she saw her girlfriend's body splayed out lazily, almost casually, just lounging in underwear so fucking scandalous it actually took years off her life span.
She'd worn this set before, Till remembered, while making dinner, some weeks ago. Then, Till could only see the slight peak of deep teal against the pearly white of her skin beneath an oversized t-shirt, exposed every time it rid up. It was a thin fit, the fabric fitting into her ass from the back, hanging low on her hips, the straps around them were twin, thin strings, laced in ribbons at the sides. When she'd seen it, it'd affected her so much she'd sought her, plastered body into Ivan's back, thumbs hooking in between the bows, pressing their torsos half over the burning stove, and quickly the fire was extinguished in favor of their desperation. In favor of Ivan finding her mouth and engulfing her into her arms.
That day, she'd been fucked on Ivan's fingers, with her girlfriend's other hand in her mouth while she railed her against the kitchen counter. Ivan had bent her over the marble and ravished her nape with her teeth, urged her to fold under her body, playing with her tongue between her fingers, pressing it down as she stuffed Till full from behind.
God, the memory of it alone was dizzying. She'd come so hard, squirting around the three fingers pushing relentlessly into her g spot, that Ivan'd had to hold her up so she wouldn't fall face first into the counter. They’d ordered take out, in the end, unwilling to separate for long enough to get anything else done.
"Can I pick the dildo?" Ivan's voice coaxed her back to the present, pensive as she looked at the selection of toys laid upon the bed beside them.
Ivan had prepared for tonight thoroughly, in her eagerness. It was a Saturday, they’d spent the day walking around on the local museum, which had a new mixed media exhibition of local artists that focused on florals. Till had been yapping about it for days, and Ivan, her wonderful girlfriend, got tickets behind her back to surprise her.
After, they’d gone out to eat at Till’s favorite Italian restaurant, a cozy little spot right around the corner to Ivan’s apartment. It wasn’t a kind of luxury she allowed herself often, being the broke college student that she was, but Ivan insisted to pay -like she always did- and Till had been rattled enough by the idea of what would follow that she allowed it, this time.
By the time they made it to Ivan’s flat, she’d almost forgotten what they were about to do entirely, lost in the easy conversation and gentle affection of ranting about the exhibition with her hand twined in Ivan’s. It was only when her girlfriend grabbed her by the waist, as soon as they crossed the threshold of the living room, that Till remembered.
They’d made out in the couch first, eager and rushed, not even making it to the bedroom. It was intoxicating, every time, to have Ivan’s mouth on hers, to have her hungry hands all over Till’s body, it was like she could never have enough of her, and the mere implication had Till weak in the knees and dripping in her underwear. The moment she started grinding up on her, though, hips instinctively chasing Ivan’s body for friction, her girlfriend was pulling back and tugging her by the hand to her bedroom.
It was clear right then how much Ivan had planned for them. The bedroom lights were adjusted down, setting the mood, filling the space with heady anticipation. The leather strap was already out and over the bed, beside a series of sex toys she’d lined up beforehand. By the head of the bed, on the side table, a packet of wet wipes and a bottle of water. Till was hit by her anxiety immediately, freezing by the door as Ivan stepped in and immediately began to undress, taking a few beats to follow along.
Till had never owned or used any toys before she started dating Ivan, too embarrassed to look into them, much less order one. Ivan, on the other hand, had a considerable collection she kept in a specific box on her dresser, one she’d hid, before they got together, in the back of the same drawer she kept her bras.
(It was the one item of clothing Till couldn’t share with her other than shoes, the goddamn bastard’s tits too big to allow for it, and her bras would look ridiculous on her scrawny frame, anyway)
Ivan had selected some of those, the harness of the strap, the only one she owned, in black leather, and a few dildos, side by side on the bed. Till eyed them warily, they went from smaller, more manageable ones she’d even taken herself before, to girthier, more elaborate toys that honestly made her stomach churn with dread. How the hell Ivan even got those to fit inside herself was a goddamn mystery to her, but it wasn’t like she’d seen that firsthand yet, anyway, so a naive part of her doubted she seriously used them.
Snapping back to the present, realizing her girlfriend had asked her a question, Till swallowed, trying to think of what to say.
"Sure, yeah, whichever you... Whatever you want." Her voice cracked, pathetically, and Ivan knew her too well not to catch onto it.
The other girl stopped what she was doing, redirecting her attention back to Till.
"Till." Her gaze was careful, yet just as scathing, just as intense, "This isn't just for me. What's on your mind, baby?"
Not the stupid pet names, God, Till’s heartstrings pulled, against her will, and she pressed her lips together. It was a recent addition to their dynamic, and mostly Ivan used them to piss her off, coming up with the most ludicrous combination of words she could reach for in the moment to push her buttons. Sometimes, though, like now, she’d say them softly, baby, love, bunny, and Till hated how much it affected her.
Fucking asshole.
Till swallowed again, looking away from her, trying to focus.
"It's just... Are you sure? I'm not... I don't know how to-" She gestured vaguely to the space between her legs, unable to vocalize more than this.
"Till, you don't have to do anything. That's why I'll be on top, yeah? You don't need any fancy tricks. It's not like I won't come from it.” You don’t know that, Till wanted to protest, but bit her tongue, “You have no idea how much I've wanted this."
Ivan was never too straightforward about when her feelings for Till began, but she’d alluded to it being a years-long crush that started even before their preteen years. Till assumed it had a root on some childish infatuation that eventually turned romantic, then sexual, and a part of her still felt a little guilty for not seeing it sooner.
They’d talked about it, before, and Ivan reassured her, admitting she wasn’t really too eager for Till to find out for most of that time, dreading her reaction, fearing Till would pull away from her. In all fairness, she was probably right that Till wouldn’t be nearly as opened to the idea as she was now, near their twenties, when she had already gotten over her own crush on Mizi. Still, it was a bit of a shame they didn’t get those years together like this.
Ivan's eyes returned to the toys with a pensive, thoughtful gaze, lingering a bit before she reached for one.
The dildo she picked was on the bigger side. Not the biggest she owned, at least, a deep purple, long silicone toy, probably little over six and a half inches. It wasn't exceedingly thick, but the head had absolutely more girth while the length narrow a little downward. It was a bit terrifying to Till, who was used to maybe five inches at best, beyond the comparative, puny length of her own fingers (or Ivan's), but she'd agreed to let her girlfriend pick, and wasn't about to argue with her over it now.
When Ivan fitted it into the base of the strap, sliding it snugly into the metal ring, Till tensed. It was... Weird. There was no other word to describe it, looking down and seeing this foreign object suddenly sticking out of her body. It moved when she squirmed, restless, and the view and sensation of it was just bizarre. It was like an extra limb, an odd addition to her body that wasn't actually hers, but acted like it was.
She didn’t have much time to ponder about it, as Ivan swinged a perfect, plush thigh over her hips, straddling her, settling her weight on Till's legs. Still safe, but the image alone was fucking with Till's head.
Ivan, half naked on her lap. Ivan, wanting to be fucked, sitting on her, about to ride her. The sheer volume of the dildo, poking up between their navels, showing Till just how far it'd push into her, it scared her but fuck if it wasn't stupidly, unbelievably hot.
God.
How was Till so lucky? She didn't feel she deserved any of it, but she wanted to give Ivan this. Till wanted it, too, to be able to make it good for her, to live up to the fantasy of this moment Ivan had surely concocted a million times in her head.
Ivan’s right hand came up to her neck, holding her head as she leaned down to kiss her.
The tension in her body melted almost immediately. The kiss was deep, but slow, intense, a slick, knowing back and forth they’d shared a million times at this point. Ivan always pushed first, and Till always let her, at first, before fighting back, before playfully indulging her in a war for control where neither of them could lose, no matter the outcome.
Her girlfriend tended to be too forward, too overbearing at the beginning, failing to control the intensity of her desires when she was given a chance to act on them, rushing into every opportunity to be close to Till like it’d be the last time she’d be granted it. It was cute, really, how Ivan, someone so composed and measured in every other part of her life, lost her cool at the mere idea of touching her, kissing her, feeling her.
Till usually had to coax her to slow down, taking over the rhythm of her tongue, her hands, bullying her into subsiding to a more sensible pace, even if it meant aggressively pestering her obstinate body to succumb by the sheer pressure against it. It was like a personal game to her, even, to see what it’d take to make Ivan falter, what it’d take to make her so affected she’d let Till take the reins.
Till slipped her arms around her waist, relishing the warmth, the softness of her skin, anchoring her down, grounding the fiery energy buzzing inside. She broke the frenzied rhythm with her teeth this time, impeding that vicious tongue from careening back into her mouth with a solid, hard bite on her lower lip.
Ivan moaned, promptly, unsurprisingly, and even if Till still wasn’t too confident about the whole pain thing, unsure about how much of it she could -or would be willing to- inflict, this much was already a given.
Ivan broke her train of thought, unsurprisingly, with a baffling request.
"Can I suck you off first?"
Till blinked, leaning her head away to look down, then stared back up at her, confused.
"I... What?" She laughed, a nervous sound, uncertain, "Like, on the-...?"
Why in the world would Ivan do that? There was no way she'd get anything from it, and it didn't do anything physically to Till either. It wasn't like she had a dick to actually feel it, and if it wasn’t directly affecting any of them, it just seemed like a pointless waste of effort.
Ivan didn’t seem to think so, though, her eyes intense with hunger as one of her delicate hands reached between them to wrap around the toy. She stroked it up once, jerking it like it was actually a real cock, like she was assessing the volume of it on her palm. Till felt a spark of confusing, absurd heat course through her.
"I want to. Can I?"
Till didn’t know what to make of it, really, and maybe that’s why she resisted, trying to wrap her head around it.
"No." She asserted firmly, not looking at her, "Get me wet first."
It was such a bullshit request and both of them knew it. Till was already wet, had been, since they made out on the couch, since Ivan brought her into bed. Had been, even before she saw the barest glimpse of lingerie adorning Ivan's perfect frame, and certainly was more, now. But Ivan indulged her, as always, leaning down and kissing her, like she couldn't do anything else.
Ivan’s hands were all over her promptly, caressing her sides, her hips, toying with the elastic on the thick band of her dark red bra. Till had chosen this one specifically today, it wasn’t as elaborate as Ivan’s set, a simple garment with a black lined pattern at the cups and a lacy, flexible band. She gravitated towards it because she knew it was one of Ivan’s favorites, the deep crimson very close to the hue of her eyes, a delightful contrast against Till’s pale, soft skin –is what she’d told her, at least.
Their kisses grew more heated by the second, Ivan’s snaggletooth pinching at her lower lip, her wicked tongue swiping across her mouth when Till gasped, taking every opportunity to press back in. When those palms cupped at her chest, Till spasmed, whimpering, squeezing at her tits, fingertips digging almost painfully into the sensitive tissue, sending a wave of arousal down her spine.
Ivan pulled back, then, visibly brimming with excitement.
"Can I? Now? Can I-...?" She sounded so much like an overeager puppy no one would never guess what she was begging for without context. Ridiculous.
"Fine."
Till bit her lip to contain her disappointment when Ivan moved away, crawling off her lap and over the edge of the bed. She settled on the floor gracefully, a wicked grin already curling over her lips, casually calling Till closer with a flicker of her index.
"Come here."
Till swallowed, scooting through the mattress and swinging her legs off the side.
Ivan always looked unbelievable on her knees. It was impossible not to remember every other time she'd been in this spot, looking up from between Till's legs. The intense hunger in her gaze was ever present, and even if she was the one in the most vulnerable position, Till was the one who felt like she was losing control, like she was the one about to be devoured.
It was different now, with the barrier of leather, with the protrusion of the strap, hanging between them. Till knew she wasn't about to be touched, not directly, but somehow she was still burning with nervousness, almost lightheaded in anticipation. It still felt like Ivan was about to pick her apart, somehow, and it was as thrilling as it was terrifying.
Ivan’s hands came up to caress her thighs, a molten thrill following her light touch, Till shivered, instinctively, and her girlfriend huffed, a gush of hot air too close to her center to not be a tease. Ivan’s eyes were still on her face when she leaned closer, tilting her head just so, letting her mouth graze the sensitive skin, drag a line of warmth from her mid-thigh, up, up, riling her up. Instead of backtracking, then, like she usually did, Ivan’s mouth followed along the line to her pelvis, taking a second to suck a harsh, painful hickey at the very edge of her thigh before moving onto the leather and silicone.
Till whimpered, she couldn’t help it, the sting igniting both lust and indignation in her, and it caught her just off guard enough she couldn’t keep up with what Ivan did next. The black-haired girl nosed into the base of the strap, grazing her mouth over it, then dragging it along the entire length in a slow, sensual motion. Till shivered, inexplicably, and Ivan’s lips twitched in amusement, eyes nailed onto her.
Ivan's glossy lips closed around the head of the strap like a kiss. She pressed them into the unyielding intrusion like it was nothing. It materialized the sensation, even if she wasn't touching Till's body, it still felt like she was touching a part of her. Soon enough her mouth was engulfing it, just the tip, testing the volume and weight on her tongue.
Till may not be able to feel the press of her lips, but she could absolutely feel when she sucked. The silicone clung to her mouth, the straps around her hips hitched by it, digging into her slightly harder, then releasing. It was just the tiniest pull, a pressure pulling till in, and she liked it, she liked knowing when Ivan drew her in, when she wanted more, when she got it.
When she sank down, Till almost collapsed into herself, so hyperfocused she couldn’t fathom more until it reached her. That devious mouth worked over an inch, then two, then three, taking them into her like there was nothing else she'd rather taste, elated, hungry.
The silicone disappeared past her lips, down, down, into her mouth, so far in Till knew it started pushing into her throat, and it was inexplicably hot. Even if she couldn't feel it, she knew, an extension of herself pushing into her, deeper than her tongue, deeper than her fingers.
It was like she was breaching her in a completely new way, stretching those pink lips, pressing down her soft palate, dipping into the hot, slick passage of her sealed cheeks until she reached it, far down, the verge of her larynx, tight and willing, opening up to take her deeper.
Ivan went as far as she could, then stopped, adapting, adjusting to the intrusion. It was dizzying, how Till knew, from the sheer pressure of her mouth around the length, how solidly she was buried in her. Ivan couldn't take it all the way, not with this dildo, but she absolutely could take it far.
Till suddenly wanted to reach down, deliriously, to see if she could feel the pressure of it from the outside of her neck, but was too stunned to remember how to move.
When Ivan pulled back fully, she somehow missed it, absurdly. Her lips were shiny with spit, redder now, and she was looking at the silicone cock with a mildly displeased expression.
"Mmhh, wish I could've fucked you with it before we started. Would've tasted like you."
As if to remedy that, Ivan's fingers swiped up, down into the leather that curled under the strap and sunk into Till, gathering the slick that soaked over the harness. Till startled, surprised, as Ivan brought her fingers to her mouth and licked, moaning as she did.
“Fucking hell, Ivan...” She was impossible, she was so hot, how did she even think to do any of the weird shit she did was so beyond Till’s comprehension she was almost mad how much it turned her on, every damn time.
Satisfied, Ivan went back in. She dipped in further now, more confident, more aware of her limits, falling into a lazy, self-indulgent rhythm. She closed her eyes, immersing herself into the feeling, bobbing her head back, forth, sometimes slipping completely out, only to come back with just her tongue, lavishing saliva over the purple length until it dripped, until it slipped down the corner of her mouth.
It was mesmerizing, Till was barely breathing, barely blinking, she couldn’t look away, she couldn’t move, Ivan was the most gorgeous person alive and Till was the only one who got to see her like this, the only one Ivan would kneel for, the only one who’d look up at her with so much desire it threatened to set her alight on the spot.
Till was shaking, her breaths slow, but ragged in their intensity, she was so immersed in this moment, in the sight of Ivan sucking her off, that she didn't even realize she'd sunken her nails into her own thighs until Ivan's hands moved to pry them off.
Ivan guided her palms to her scalp with a sly smile, and Till fisted her hair without a second thought, needing to hold onto something, to let out the overwhelming feelings inside herself in some way. And Ivan knew it, she knew what she needed, even now, no words between them, and it made her melt. Till loved her so much.
Of course Ivan ruined her internal emotional moment just a second later, pulling off the strap to say something ridiculous enough to give Till whiplash.
"Wanna fuck my mouth?"
Till wheezed like she’d just punched her, stupefied.
"You-! How can you just say shit like this?! God-" Her voice cracked, heat flaring up all over her face, throat tight with embarrassment and arousal.
Ivan only snickered, angling her head to the side with a mirthful grin.
"Well? Do you?"
"Do you?!" Till shrieked indignantly, defensive.
"Yes-” She honest to God groaned, looking desperate, pleading, “I really want it, please, can you... Stand up, it’s better if you-” Ivan’s arms came up, wrapping around her thighs and pulling her up to her feet.
Till’s legs were wobbly, she knew, and it took a moment for her to properly stabilize herself. Ivan used that time to settle a bit better on her knees, shuffling closer, and the view was just as horrid as it’d been before, looking down at her like this. Till swallowed, hesitant.
Ivan tilted her chin up, staring at her through lidded lashes, before opening her mouth, offering it to her.
"Fuck, c'mon, fuck it slow, make me take it."
Till flinched at the words like they were a physical blow, a pang of arousal and embarrassment dashing from her flushed face all over her clenched navel.
She carded her fingers through Ivan's silky hair to try to calm herself, her hands were shaking with nervousness, anxiety pressing down over her chest, cutting her breaths to shallow, painfully controlled inhales.
When she finally found the nerve to wring her fingers into that black hair again and pull, it was easier to just focus on moving her hands. Ivan was pliant and entirely willing, letting Till guide the whole movement, bringing her head closer and closer to the tip, letting her mouth curl into it when it pressed over her lips.
Fuck, God, what the fuck, how can she look so fucking hot like this??
Slowly, eagerly, she pressed Ivan's head onto the length, the tip disappeared past her lips immediately, then another inch, and another. By the time she’d taken about half of it, Till stopped pushing, for no other reason than being completely unable to handle the sight.
Till wheezed, squinting her eyes shut, throwing her head back and trying not to focus too much on her hands, on how it all felt. Till guided her head back and forth in short, slow glides. She was inside her, she was- she was so deep already, and there was so much more, so much more Ivan had prompted herself to take, it was absurd, really, she couldn’t wrap her head around it, but she couldn’t stop, all the same.
She couldn't look down, she couldn't open her eyes, the mere knowledge of what she was doing threatened to consume her entirely. She was so, so turned on her whole pussy was throbbing, begging for any kind of friction, any direct simulation at all, and getting absolutely nothing back. It made her dizzy, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, trying to ground herself within the pixels of color that danced behind her lids and ultimately failing.
Ivan pulled her from her trance by resisting her grip on her head, craning her neck away, and Till immediately followed her movement, a twinge of concern sparking through her. Had she pushed too far? Had she done something wrong? Her chin snapped down, eyes forcing themselves opened to check in her.
Ivan was looking up at her, a sultry, devious expression on her face.
"Open your eyes. I want you to watch me."
It was absolutely a taunt, of sorts, and it had shame and indignation rushing to Till's head in a second.
It was the push she needed to still her hands, the buzz coursing through her whole body, igniting it with more than just wondrous, nerve wracking paralysis. She held Ivan's head still, taking in a deep breath before rolling her hips forward instead.
The movement was familiar, she'd pushed herself into Ivan in so many occasions, onto her knee, her thigh, her fingers, tongue, whatever toy Ivan had used on her, the instinctual drive was always to seek it, to chase the stimulation. This was different, though, because it wasn't Till who was being touched, being penetrated, it was Ivan. Till was fucking into Ivan, with just this press of her hips.
Ivan's earlier words rushed back to her mind-
Make me take it
And she was, she was the one forcing the length into her lax mouth, into her tight throat, making Ivan take every damn inch she could, gliding back and forth, using her body like a cocksleeve. It was heading, it was absurd, she was so turned on she couldn’t feel her legs properly, obsessed with the rhythmic, swaying thrusts of her hips.
Ivan moaned around the toy, voice coming out muffled and wrecked, and Till could feel the vibration of it ripple into her. She pushed harder, she couldn’t help it, more and more of the solid, glistening silicone plunging into her mouth, into her airways, forcing her to inhale sharply through her nose. Till knew she was losing control when she saw the tears, the rare, unfathomable wetness creeping up the edge of Ivan’s eyes from the strain, from the sheer effort to keep going, to be good.
It made her feel... Proud. Powerful, euphoric, in control, something Till didn’t feel about nearly as many things in her life as she probably should. Ivan wanted her, wanted her so much she let Till use her body as she pleased, handed her this much leverage, without a beat of hesitation, begging for it like it wasn’t a penance to give up control, like it was a grace, a need, to be put in this position. It was dangerous, god, it was so dangerous, and Till internally bristled at the idea that Ivan could possibly want this from anyone else but her, at the same time, she rejoiced in it, reveling in the fact she was the one Ivan chose to hand herself over to, enthusiastically.
When Ivan choked, finally, gagging around her cock, a surge of arousal and guilt tore through her at the same time. She pulled her back immediately, yanking her off, Ivan breaking into a cough as soon as the dildo left her lips.
"You okay!?" The regret and panic mingled, heat dissolving fast, only the worst of it left over, what was she thinking? Did she hurt her? Did she-
Ivan gasped, cleaned her throat, her eyes were completely blown, wide and vivid with arousal, drool coated on her lower lip. With the new distance between then, Till could see when she moved her hand between her legs, quick, desperate, palming over her pussy eagerly, just pressing down over her panties.
"Fuck- I can't hold out anymore, I need you in me."
Before Till could ever process what she’d just said, Ivan pushed her down, her center of gravity shifting back, she tumbled onto the mattress with a wheeze, bouncing over it for a second.
And then Ivan was getting up, shucking her own underwear down her legs and off, stepping out of them and crawling into the bed over her, crowding into her body, mounting over her lap.
She kissed her as soon and Till's shoulders hit flat on the headboard. Her mouth, her tongue, pressing into her mouth, it was a molten, frantic heat. Till dissolved into her promptly, pushing into it, tangling them together, wrapping her arms over her shoulders to keep her there, to keep kissing her, over and over. Ivan moved vehemently, pure adrenaline shared between their ragged breaths, written in every tell of their movements, lips that refused even an inch of distance before melting over each other again.
Till didn’t even realize it when she started writhing, too distracted by her mouth, but Ivan’s legs were shifting restlessly on the bed, thighs flexing and rolling into her hips, impatient, relentless. Something moved between their bodies, one of Ivan’s hands coming down, grabbing at the toy pressed into Till’s navel, steadying it. She broke the kiss, then, both of them beat red and short of breath, leaning her body back, bracing herself on the bedding with her free hand.
Before Till was even cognizant of what was happening, Ivan was rutting into it, the hard press of the dildo fitting between the lips of her pussy, gliding over it. She was so wet, thick, shiny slick coating all over her mound, dipping along the folds of her cunt, and the glide was so easy, almost too slippery.
"Ivan, fuck-" She moaned, flinching, a wave of arousal making her own pussy throb.
"I just know you'll fill me up so good, you're so big and wet, I want it in me, want it in my pussy so bad, Till-" She groaned, leaning over, lips chasing Ivan’s mouth, cutting her off, drinking more from her ragged breaths, her puffy, red lips.
"Can" Ivan whined, shaking, "Can I? Inside? Please?"
She was so beautiful when she was needy like this, when she asked, when she begged. How could Till resist her? How could she not scramble to give her whatever she wanted?
"Yes. Yes, you can, c'mon-" She scooted back, leaning onto the pillow, hands coming up to Ivan’s hips as she moved herself up on her knees.
Ivan supported herself with a palm over Till’s navel, her other hand coming down to hold onto the toy, aligning it at her center, pressed between the lips of her pussy. Till held her breath, she couldn’t help it, filled with so much anticipation and tension she was jittery with it.
The moment it pushed in, Till couldn't feel much of it, but she could see it.
The head, catching on Ivan's entrance, Ivan's face, scrunching up, eyes going darker, still focused, bottomless in their intensity. Till watched the length disappear into Ivan, deeper, deeper, and it barely registered to her at first, what it meant, what it entailed, her brain short circuiting over the image alone.
Every time Till felt resistance, instinctively, she stilled Ivan's hips on her grasp, held her there until she stopped tensing, stopped clenching down. Ivan whined in protest, but Till knew she was forcing herself, in her eagerness, and Till didn't want to hurt her.
She stopped and inch or so off the base, shaking, overcome.
"Till- Oh God-" She heaved, head rolling down, body shuddering where she tried to keep herself up, "You're so deep, Till, it's so good-" Her hips ground into it, swirling, relishing the drag of silicone into her hole, lodged so far inside her.
Till felt like she drowning, physically, emotionally, suffocating on so much she could barely string a thought together. She knew she was dripping around the leather, could feel it dribble down her ass and into the mattress, the space between her legs burned like a furnace, heat electrifying, pulsing through her every nerve. She could almost feel it, Ivan’s every move, she knew, intrinsically, how it’d feel, the fullness, the friction, pushing into her drenched hole, Ivan was feeling so good she could barely hold herself together, and Till saw it, she knew it, she could feel it like a second hand rush.
Mindlessly, Till circled her fingers around the edge where she'd stopped, marking it, making sure Ivan wouldn't slam down too far and push past her limits.
"You sure you can ride me?" She couldn’t help but tease her, trying to diffuse some of the intensity of the moment, "You look pretty unsteady there."
Ivan whined, immediately taking her bait. She raised herself slowly, working her body over just a bit, up, down, short, stuttered movements.
Ivan came so fast it stunned her. One moment she was rutting into the strap, the other she was almost collapsing down on it, gasping, shivering, tensing and clutching around it. Till scrambled forward to hold her up with an arm around her hips, pinning their bodies together as Ivan shook apart amidst frenzied, short thrusts, stilted, pushing the length in and out of herself, creaming around it until the glide was almost easy.
She was trembling through the aftershocks, chin tucked over Till’s shoulder, ribcage stuttering around ragged, wet breaths. Her muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again, overcome by it all, and Till could sense every twitch, every spasm, intoxicated on her high.
Till pressed a small kiss to the side of her ear, feeling like she was the one who’d just come, drunk on the haze of it, basking in the warm, fuzzy satisfaction of her orgasm.
Till nudged her back until Ivan could sit down on the mattress between her legs, thick thighs propped over hers, bent at the knees. She didn't ease Ivan off completely, the head still lodged inside, bulky and flexed down, holding the other edge to meet her body. She tilted her hips, trying not to make the push uncomfortable, before looking down. The length, most of it, glistened with Ivan's slick. The fact that it'd been just inside her, the fact Ivan had just fucked that much into herself was overwhelming.
Till kissed her deeply, swirling her tongue into Ivan's pliant mouth, drinking up the saliva that poured from lips, grazing her teeth over her swollen lower lip, biting softly, trying to ground herself, trying to release some of the impossible pent-up energy that vibrated across her nerves.
"Can we go again?" Till just had to ask, eyes still nailed where they joined. She honestly hadn't expected it to end so quick and was genuinely a little disappointed by it. This was one of the hottest things that ever happened to her, and she barely had time to take it all in. For once, she didn’t care if she felt it, if she got off at all, the only thing she wanted was to have that again, to hold any power over Ivan’s pleasure in that way.
"Till-..." Her voice was worn, airy, mellow and intense at the same time, "Fuck, you're driving me crazy. Don't pull out, don't-" She shivered, eyes squinting shut for a moment, overcome.
Till gave her a few minutes to catch her breath and steady herself, content to just look at her like this. One of the straps from her bra had slipped off her shoulder, Till wanted to bite her there, eyes trailing over the patterns of her gorgeous lingerie to her cleavage, expanding over her short breaths, pillowy and inviting.
When Ivan still didn’t try to move, Till brought her hands to her chest, hesitantly at first, wary she’d push her too much, but her touch was met with an encouraging whimper. Ivan pushed into her hands, and Till groped at her shamelessly, feeling the soft, lush give of her full tits, filling her palms, squished in her hands. God, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t touched her there yet, even through the fabric of her push-up bra, it was absolute heaven.
Till's hands worked over her breasts, thumbs circling over where she knew her nipples pushed against, likely perky and hard already from the stimulation, from the intense comedown of her orgasm. Unsatisfied with the barrier between then, before she could think better of it, she tugged at the fabric, coaxing the heavy weight of her breasts from the cups so she could touch her properly, feel her properly, dazed at the sight and sensation that came from her bare, sensitive skin.
Ivan gasped, arching into her, tits driving towards her touch, sensitive, receptive, and it was all Till needed to give into her own desire. The sight of her pink, pebbled nipples was too much, and she leaned in impulsively, mouth so parched it tingled, closing over one, not sucking, not biting, not yet, just letting her tongue explore, swirl over the prominent, hard nub.
She rolled it over her tongue, tasting the clean, musky taste of her sweaty skin, smelling the lingering, sweet fragrance of her floral perfume. Lavander, she smelled like lavender, all the time, intoxicating, overpowering lavender. Till wanted to eat her up entirely, wanted to smell nothing more than her warm skin mixed with that dizzying scent.
"Fuck, fuck, feels so good-" Ivan panted, squirming, hips straining forward, into Till, and when she looked up, she could see perfectly how her blush spread from her face to her neck, to her collarbones, all over her torso, "Till, fuck, you're so hot, want it deeper, want you to fuck me again."
Till sucked, just a little, relishing the sweet sound she got as a result, before reluctantly pulling back. Much as she could stay there, worshipping the expanse of those perfect tits forever, she also wanted to give Ivan whatever she wanted, whatever she could find it in herself to beg for. With a huffed, low laugh, she lightly slapped Ivan on the side of her hip, leaning back.
"Hop up then." She propped herself down on the pillow behind her, giving her a shit eating grin, "You did say you'd do all the work."
"Spread your legs." Ivan croaked, terse, raising herself up, almost to her knees, to the edge of where the strap caught on her hole, still unwilling to pull it out of herself entirely.
Ivan took a deep breath, bracing herself before lowering her body onto the intrusion again. She sank up to the same point she had before, then her hips started rutting down, in, out, never bereft, always stopping short of the last inch on the base that pushed into her folds endlessly.
Till was splitting her, she knew, the lips of her pussy pushed apart, gripping around the intrusion, glistening with slick that smeared over the short, black hair there. She couldn’t fathom how it was even possible, and yet a lingering promise seemed to echo from that final stretch, that last inch she couldn’t seem to take in.
"Jesus, you had to go and be a showoff, why didn't you pick a smaller one?"
"Feels so good this deep, Till- Fuck- Fuck, harder- want you to fuck me harder-"
She kept squirming, circling her hips into it, into the unforgiving length of her cock, pushing into her pussy at all the right angles, hitting farther than her fingers ever could, and yet-
"Can you take it all?" The question spilled from her impulsively, Till wanted it, wanted to see that whole length disappear into her body, into her gushing cunt, wanted her to sit down completely, feel her heat from up close, "Hey, relax, breathe, you can do it. Can you do it for me?"
Ivan whined, pushing down immediately, taking more of it into herself, molding her pussy around that intrusion like she couldn't fathom anything else. A rush of power and desire cut through Till’s core, blazing and uncontrollable, she knew, right then, that Ivan would do whatever she asked her in this moment, that she’d want to, no matter what, no matter the consequences. It had her heart doing a little somersault, against the odd, almost immoral implications of that.
"I can take it, I want to, want you in my guts, want you rearranging me, want-" Ivan's voice broke around a ruined, breathy mewl.
"You're so-" Impossible, gorgeous, unreal- "Ivan, holy shit-"
She was so deep, so far into her. Till tried to visualize it, over her clenched abs, the length of that silicone cock nestling inside her needy cunt. Her free hand came up from her hip to her navel again, palm caressing up her sweaty skin, right to where she remembered the dildo ended, it was absurd, it was so hot. She had to vocalize it, that thrill, that wonder, in some way.
"You're amazing, your body is so good, you can take so much, want to fuck it all into you, you can handle it, right? Tell me you can handle it all." She needed it, God, she wanted to be selfish about this so bad, wanted to plead it off her even if neither of them was sure she could bear it. It was a twisted, twisted thing, but so tempting Till came a breath short of reassuring her she didn’t have to.
In that beat, Ivan caved so eagerly, so desperately she knew she’d picked right. The black-haired girl moaned, then whined, pushing down again like she was chasing the best feeling her body had ever experienced.
"I can! I can take your cock, fuck me, fuck me, Till-" She was silenced by a sharp, sudden thrust of Till’s hips, driving up into her, cutting her short.
"Ivan-" Fuck, fuck, she didn’t mean to rush it, didn’t mean to, but the draw was too strong, too tantalizing for her to resist. She did it again, again, just short, twitchy shifts upwards, burying the strap deeper by the smallest fractions, keeping Ivan’s hips still as she worked her opened, as she urged her body down further and further.
When she finally bottomed out, Till stilled, she could barely believe her eyes. That entire length, enveloped around her tight heat, their bodies falling nearly flushed, no space between their thighs, between their cores. Till almost wanted to cry from it, from the intensity of everything, crashing headfirst into her.
"You did it, fuck, god, Ivan, it's all in." She breathed out in awe, incredulous.
Ivan's body slumped into hers, weight dropping entirely into her lap, shaking as the realization sunk into her, into them both. Holy shit, holy fucking- God, she was buried in her mercilessly, undeniably taking up so much space, it felt surreal, miraculous, even, invading her body intimately, down to her soft, mushy insides.
Ivan tightened around her, relaxed, tightened again, Till could see it on the flex of her abs, on the sharp tensing of her muscles. Till brought a hand to her venter to feel the movement for herself, to imprint it on her mind by touch, and Ivan mewled, immediately squeezing again. This time, when she did, Till pressed into the motion, amazed at the responding cry Ivan let out in return.
Her girlfriend was so pretty like this, red all over, naked on her lap, filled on her cock. The vulnerability of this moment seemed almost fragile, Ivan, opening herself onto her, letting her deep into her body, trusting her enough to allow her to have her here, exposed, sensitive, at Till’s mercy.
Ivan was shaking, eyes blown completely red, so flustered she didn’t seem to even be able to focus her gaze.
"You feel so good- you're so deep in me- I'm gonna cum-" Her voice was wrecked, as ruined as she looked, and Till almost laughed, euphoric, awestruck. She was so, so perfect.
"Are you? Are you coming on my cock? Are you really coming just from sitting on my lap?" A wicked sense of pride took over her, almost mean, heading "You said you'd ride me. Have yet to see that part."
"Hang on, I can- Ah-!" Ivan yelped when she tried to push down, visibly, immediately overwhelmed, "Just give me a second."
She took a deep breath, brows furrowing in concentration, before slowly pushing herself up.
"Nnghhh- 's big," She twitched, Till could see the corded muscles of her abs tightening again, almost like she had to force herself to pull out by even a single inch, "And thick, fuck, I can feel everything-"
"Is it good?” Till’s eyes were nailed down, enraptured, following every pull of glistening purple as it left her body. Ivan raised herself up to where Till assumed was the thicker intrusion of the head, stretching around her hole.
“’s good- Till-!” She cried out as she plunged back down, taking it all again, spine bowing back with the rush.
"Fuck, Ivan, you're so hot.”
Ivan started rutting down more, seeking her, needing the fullness, circling her hips to feel the whole length against her core. She shuddered, heaving, then went back to moving up and down, properly now, burying the toy as deep as possible each time she slid into it.
Her rhythm was slow at first, testing the range of how much she could pull back without having the strap pop out of her, how much she had the patience to let go before the need drew her back in. But all too soon, desperation consumed her, and she moved faster, harder, hesitation vanishing as her desire fully took over.
She was a vision, God, Till had never seen anything this wonderful. Her hard, ragged breaths echoed in the silence of the room, every moan, every whine, went straight to her own sloppy, untouched pussy. Till was fully focused on her, on the redness of her cheeks, the beads of sweat rolling over her neck, the way her tits bounced up and down with every thrust, soft and heavy over her torso.
"Till- Till- Till-" She was mewling breathlessly, shaking more and more from strain, her nails sank into Till’s navel as she lost control of herself.
The pain was almost addictive, it made Till groan, squeeze her hips tighter, guiding and supporting her every movement, hoisting her up, only to drag her back down roughly Ivan screamed, arched, and Till knew, instinctively, that she was close.
"Want you to gush all over my dick, want it deep in you when you come-" She pleaded, hips twitching,
"Yes- Fuck-!"
She was moving so vigorously their combined weight bounced into the mattress, aiding every thrust.
"Till-!" Her name was on her lips on a cry when she came, when she stilled, shuddering, overcome.
Ivan slammed herself down one last time, gasping, grinding into the full stretch of the toy until she had no more strength to move. Till helped her, steering her by the hips, rutting her body into the intrusion, riding out the high of her orgasm until Ivan unraveled, until each tense muscle turned into putty, until she was entirely pliant and mellow on her lap.
Till let her come down, kissing her cheek, her jaw, the side of her neck. It’d been so intense, she could feel herself also slow to process it, torn between relief, astonishment, arousal and euphoria. It was so much more involving than she expected, having Ivan like this, watching it happen, coaxing her along. She could hardly believe it, even, trying to ground herself in that present, push past the overwhelming heat thundering through her system.
Now that she wasn’t set on holding her hips, Till’s hands were free to roam over her body. She slid her palms over her torso, the soft, sweaty skin of her navel, over the thin, soaked up sheer fabric of her bra, around her ribs. Ivan was real, real and spent, not just a vision from an idyllic fantasy, she was warm and soft under Till’s hand, wonderful and holy over her lap.
Looking down, Till could see it, beneath the soft expanse of her navel, down between the spread lips of her pussy, peeking between the coarse black hair was the plump, glistening nub of her clit. It was soaked all over, her slick dribbling down, coating everything, still swollen and bigger than usual. Right below it, exposed, impossibly crude, was the perfect vision of her hole, split apart around the silicone, Till could see every fold, straining to envelop the solid length, stunning and pink and pushed to its limits.
Till tried to resist, she did, not wanting to overwhelm her, but after a few minutes the temptation grew too strong for her to fight it. Her right hand gravitated down before she could stop it, thumb flexing down to graze it, her plump, exposed clit, just slightly, and Ivan immediately whined in response. They both twitched, breaths skipping a beat, hearts hammering wild in their chest.
Ivan looked between them, brows furrowed, hips automatically grinding into the touch, then stilling, a loose, fucked out moan tumbling from her lips.
"Till, I can't- I can't-" She sounded genuinely miserable about it, trying to lift herself up and failing, writhing as her weight dropped straight back down.
Ivan's legs were too shaky, too weak and exhausted to hold her up. She couldn't ride her again, even if she wanted to, and Till licked her lips, moving the tip of her thumb again just slightly, drifting across the bundle of nerves there and delighting in the prompt mewl she got back.
"You don't need to." She mumbled, huffing around a dazed, eager breath, "C'mon, just rut down on it, you're so full right now, aren't you? Let me get you off like this."
She swiped her finger down again, rolling into her clit in a slow, solid movement. Ivan collapsed over her, head falling into Till's shoulder. She was drooling, Till could feel it dripping onto her skin, it was disgusting, it was so hot she was burning up, pussy desperately clenching around nothing.
Her hips circled around the dildo, into Till's fingers, tentative at first, then needy. From this close, Till could feel her tits against her own chest, their bodies molded into one another, leaving almost no room for her to move her hand. It was pure heat, they were so, so close, Till brought her free arm across her back to nestle Ivan better into her, Ivan’s arms coming up to hold her by the shoulders, forehead tucked into the side of her neck, heated breaths fanning over her collarbone, saliva trickling down her cleavage.
Till rubbed her off slowly, working her up from a slow, tentative grind to alternating glides with the pad of her thumb. Up, down, left, right, light, then hard, pulling back on the hood to touch her more directly. Ivan was letting out small sounds, almost unconsciously, her rapid breaths cutting off with tiny pleads, impatient.
Till slid her other hand from her back, palm mapping the side of her ribs until she reached her navel, driving into it with a curious thrill. Ivan gasped, faltering, a shiver curling over her spine.
“Do you like it? Like being filled up like this?” Till asked, putting more pressure into it, into where she knew she was buried in her, almost wanting to feel the volume of the strap from inside her.
Ivan nodded enthusiastically, leaning more weight into Till’s hands, the dual sensation visibly affecting her.
“Yeah, yeah, ‘s so good-” Her words were all slurred together, it was so cute, Till wanted to eat her up.
Motivated by it, Till pushed her back a little with her free hand, capturing her lips in a deep, intense kiss. Ivan’s arms circle her shoulders, giving herself entirely in a second, moaning into her mouth, tongues twining and curling over each other
Till replaced her thumb with her index and middle finger, nudging into her clit hard, then set on a ruthless, overwhelming pace, flicking it side to side. They slipped so easy, Ivan was so soaked, it was surreal, it was amazing, her girlfriend had to break the kiss to gasp for a breath.
"'m gonna come, gonna come again, Till, please- Till-" She looked at her pleadingly, her eyes wild, begging her not to stop, to keep going, tip her over.
Till leaned in, barely brushing their mouths together, tucking their foreheads against one another, feeling the uneven, short exhales of her lips on her own.
"I got you. I got you, you're so good, my good girl, can you let go for me? Wanna see you come."
Ivan whined, shaking, hips rutting faster into the strap, pushing onto her hand.
“Yours, yours, Till-” She looked crushed under the weight of her own words, her own pleasure, barely holding on, "Oh- oh God- I-"
“You’re so pretty, so pretty all fucked out, can you give me another?”
“Yes, yes, anything, I-” She was right there, wonderfully on that edge, frantic, “Fuck, fuck, baby-”
Ivan came with a broken hiccup, her entire frame rippling with it, taken over by a bliss so intense she choked, holding her breath as wave after wave of pleasure ruined her from her inside out. She was always quiet when she orgasmed, like she was so flooded with ecstasy she couldn’t even make a sound, couldn’t do anything but experience it. It was fascinating to watch her come undone, her body so honest about every little thing, how it twitched, tensed, released, tensed again, clinging onto the high until it fully dispersed, until she was left weightless and limber.
Till slinked Ivan’s thick, long hair to the side to rub her back, delighting in the solid, pliable weight of Ivan’s full body resting over her, her hands stroking the tired muscles there, fingertips grazing along her skin, following the curve of her spine from the back of her nape, down to the end of her ribs.
Their breaths calmed together, almost synchronizing, diminishing down to soft inhales and exhales, the blood that’d been pounding at her temples receded, only a slight throb, and slowly the desire that’d been burning through her that entire night reduced to a slow simmer. Till took a deep breath, willing strength back to her limbs.
When her hands moved down to hold Ivan by the hips to urge her up, Ivan flinched, protesting.
"No- No, don't-" She mumbled, pushing down, nestling their bodies closer again.
She was still very visibly shaking, her entire frame rippling with it, weak and overworked.
"You need to lay down." Till said softly, grazing her thumbs over where she held her hips, trying to soothe her.
Ivan just shook her head into her shoulder, persistent, clingy.
"Don't wanna be empty." The words were pushed into her collarbone, shy, but ardent in their need. Till softened, folding, Ivan was... She was so...
Till took a deep breath, massaging her sides one last time before she moved them. It wasn't comfortable, Till knew, as she maneuvered Ivan's body carefully to the side, down onto the mattress, reversing their positions. Ivan whined in pain, the intrusion pushing at her in odd angles as they moved, limbs awkwardly rearranging.
God, even now, fuck, she was beautiful. Till hiked her legs up and wide, bending them at the knees to accommodate her own body better between them, and like this she was still inside her, all the way, in missionary. She didn't think Ivan could go again, she was spent, dazed, mellow, but Till knew she'd like to fuck her like this sometime. The image she made was beyond words, still impaled on her cock, pushed into the bedding, ink black hair haloed haphazardly around her head on the pillow, thighs instinctively wrapping around her hips, soft and soaked with her own release.
Maybe next time.
For now, Till just kissed her. Her shoulder, first, coated in salty sweat, her collarbone, skipping her sensitive neck to plant gentle pecks onto her face, chin, cheek, temple. She ended at the very tip of her nose, playfully, before drawing back to check in on her.
"Okay?"
"Yeah. That was..." She didn't finish her sentence, unable to come up with a proper word as she tried to come back to herself, but she didn't need to.
It was amazing. Till loved it. She loved her. She knew Ivan loved it, too.
Ivan was almost falling asleep, her lashes fluttering as she fought to keep herself awake, startling when she started to drift. Till encouraged it, moving a hand up to comb through her hair, slipping odd strands away from her face, curling her fingertips around her ear.
Like an afterthought, Ivan suddenly raised her head up minutely, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to center herself. Her limp hands moved again, weakly pawing at Till’s middle, almost like she was looking for something.
"Wan' me to- do- I can- You-" She was so cute, so eager to please.
Till snickered, covering her mouth, then shook her head.
"Not tonight. Let's just stay like this a bit, yeah?"
Surprisingly, Ivan didn’t argue, probably too drained to do so, just letting her hands fall back onto the bed, head lolling to the side as her eyes fluttered shut for good. Her breathing softened, Till gave her a couple of minutes to settle, to properly come down and relax, enveloped in the softness of that moment, the quiet intimacy of their warm bodies pressed flush together.
She couldn’t believe, now, with hindsight, that she’d been afraid of this. It seemed so silly, having Ivan now sweetly limber beneath her, content and sated beyond her own need to touch her back, that she’d been scared to jump into this. Ivan loved her, Ivan wanted her, so much, all the time, in so many ways. That simple fact that usually would overwhelm her, prompt her to look away, only warmed her now, settling into her very bones. The assurance, the comfort of being craved, needed, suitable to her weird, eager, passionate girlfriend, it filled her chest like a soothing balm, like something intrinsic, fundamental to her soul found a home in that fact, a place to return to, blindly, entirely.
She knew, right then, beyond words, that if she offered Ivan her entire heart, that it’d be cradled, it’d be cherished and looked after, and nothing she’d ever lived compared to that, nothing else even came close to that all-encompassing fullness.
When she realized Ivan was actually drifting in and out of sleep, she cupped her face again, leaning down to plant a small kiss at the edge of her mouth, carefully rousing her from unconsciousness.
"Hey, need to clean you up." She said, looking down at where they were joined, testing the give as her hips pulled back by the smallest fraction, "Can I pull out?"
"Mmnn." Ivan assented back, sleepy, eyes not even opening anymore.
Till pulled herself off slowly, Ivan's body clinging around every inch, gasping when the head finally popped out. Till sat back on her heels between her legs, admiring her for a beat.
She was soaked, God, her spent was thick and milky, covering her entire pussy and inner thighs. Till licked her lips, then shook her head, restraining herself. It wasn’t the time.
She reached to the bedside, to the wet wipes Ivan had set there, fumbling with the package for a second before gathering some of them. She cleaned her slowly, gently, running the wet fabric against her thighs first, then her middle, dragging it over her folds, trying not to overwhelm her. When she was satisfied with it, she discarded them in the bin by the bed, only then getting up to ease the straps from her own body.
It was easier to take off than she expected, the leather had left pink imprints over her hips, and she was slightly sore when she pushed into them. It was almost weird to be naked, now, but she shook the feeling off to move onto the practical, putting the strap and toy to the side, over the chair on the vanity, she'd clean them later.
She went to the dresser, fishing a big, oversized sleep shit and slipping it over herself, then picking something for Ivan before returning to the bed. She kneeled over the mattress, gently propping Ivan up by the shoulders, adjusting her bra and helping her put on a soft, fuzzy sweater. She knew her girlfriend needed it, the comfort, and she was so pliant now, half asleep, so sweet and inviting Till didn't even bother with bottoms, for herself or Ivan, needing to touch her again already.
When she finally laid down and wrapped her arms around her, Ivan snuggled into her immediately, eyes closed, barely awake. Till huffed, running her fingers into her hair, cradling her head into her shoulder and kissing the top, fond.
"Love you." The words were barely there, mumbled into her shoulder, but Till felt them all the same, a fuzzy, fulfilling warmth that spread from her chest to the tips of her fingers.
"Love you too."