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The walk back to her dorm was tedious, to say the least. The restaurant was fifteen minutes walking away from her flat. Not long.
It took them almost thirty. They couldn’t even resist.
Columbina would occasionally grab her chin and pull her closer, wanting to ravage Arle’s mouth right there. Arlecchino didn’t stay behind, her lips creating a pathway of maroon down the side of her neck while the shorter one leaned to the side, granting her all the space she needed. Bina in one opportunity grabbed Arlecchino’s ponytail and pulled it back just to press featherweight pecks onto her jaw herself. And no matter how much their tongues mingled with one another, the taste of red wine on Arle’s mouth would not vanish. And Columbina liked it that way.
With much difficulty, she managed to open the residency’s door. Looking for her keys while the other was enticingly touching her hips was harder than finals week. But she accomplished it. Though any effort of restraint was thrown away as soon as they got in the elevator, Columbina immediately dragged her inside with her and got back to work.
“Bina, can’t you just wai-mphm” Her efforts to speak were in vain, hence why she resigned to grabbing Columbina as well by any piece of fabric she could grasp onto.
Columbina wasted no time tugging loose her tie, having her way with the first few buttons on the shirt, her hand gently touching the bit of bare skin exposed to her mercy. Her own coat was almost off her, staying on her forearms and not really guarding her from the cold. Even if there wasn’t any at the given situation.
They broke away the kiss for a moment, standing on opposite sides within the small space the elevator supposed, a feeling of rush coursing through their veins. And maybe if one were to be delusional enough, you could faintly hear the rapid thump of a heart.
The mauve on Columbina’s lips had long ago been tinged with red, her cheeks a similar color, even some bits of her neck were starting to appear a little reddish aside from kiss marks on it. But the other’s mouth was even more pink and disheveled. Like if she had been the prey.
They hadn’t known each other for many years but, Columbina would swear that she’d never seen Arle so flushed. And to think she was the motive of such a sight was arousing. She stared long enough for Arlecchino to notice and look sideways, blushing even more. How can someone that often looked so intimidating be so shy now? Columbina chuckled.
“What? You look cute like that.” She moved her feet slightly closer to her, leaning near her face just to tease.
“I look like a mess, definitely not cute.” She argued, only glancing with the rearview of her eyes.
“Come on,” she cupped Arle’s cheeks and moved them towards the mirrored wall inside the elevator. “We are both a mess. Wrap it up.”
For a brief second, they admired each other’s reflections in the mirror. Giggling mixed with embarrassment. Columbina pulled her tie once again in a newfound attempt to coalesce their lips together. She committed to the action for a moment, biting down her lip and drawing a minimal amount of blood before Arle pulled her away in slight gasps as the door opened, finally.
Not that she disliked that intriguing kink of hers though.
They stared at each other again, Columbina’s half-lidded eyes still checking her out.
“Don’t distract me when I’m trying to open the door, Dove.” Arlecchino imposed. However her unkempt look didn’t help much. It wasn’t intended to be a joke, yet they still laughed like silly little infants. Sure, anything they’d done or would do was definitely not appropriate for an individual of that age.
Successfully, the door was for once opened and as soon closed when Columbina pushed Arlecchino against the same. There was no room for any thought process in between the course of actions. Arlecchino threw away for once the moon-eyed girl’s jacket somewhere in the hallway, finally getting a closer contact to her skin.
This action made grabbing her by the waist and pressing their bodies flush together much easier. Columbina liked that too, and she made it known by gasping in a low tune next to her lover’s lips.
It was a heavenly sight; the delicate white lace dress around her, ruffles cascading over her hips with blanc gothic adornments and pearls made her look like a doll. Or a goddess even. She seemed untouchable, ethereal. It was making her heart race at a never-seen-before speed.
In the brief moment she had stopped to admire her companion, this one rapidly started undoing her garments again, almost as if in an automatic trance. Not long after, both of their lips entangled in another fervent dance.
It was definitely an unusual sensation for her. Not new, but also long ago experienced. Still, the tenderness of Columbina’s hands dimming across her figure was surely untarnished for her. She pulled back for a moment, at least tried so.
“Bina…”—Arle spoke between their make out session, breathily—“You’re completely freaked out.” She resumed back to nibbling her neck, wishing to stain it red even more. It flattered her. Though she didn’t escape the shivering of the foreign affection by any means.
Columbina gasped again at the sudden touch in her neck, clutching onto the collar of Arle’s shirt. “I’m aware, okay? Don’t—don’t question it.” She finished her task of loosening the tie, now finally unbuttoning her burgundy satin shirt. She didn’t shove it off her immediately, the sight of it with the sneak peek of Arle’s bra under was much more alluring.
“fuck.” She mouthed in lowercase.
Columbina was stunned, or rather impressed, maybe even unsettled now. In the best way possible. The pushed-aside questions of how those dark irises would look filled with satisfaction or how such slender fingers would work her way on her were starting to linger again in her head. Yet she also wished to be in control, for as long as possible, at least. So she snapped back.
“You know, you could’ve just left the upper buttons undone, it’s sexier.” She draped her thumb over the edge of the cloth, still not quite taking it off her; just a little teasing, foreplay if you wanted to call it that. “During dinner, I mean.”
Something fell in the kitchen; a metal utensil perhaps, causing a loud strike amidst the silence only previously interrupted by their breathing, and Columbina jumped at it. Then it hit her, she was about to frantically start looking around.
Some things were easy to take for granted when one was so immersed in such a haze.
“Where is Rosalyne…by the way?”
Arle looked up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced down at it, smiling at the tinge of red staining it. It took her a few seconds to take in the course of events, just to start laughing her lungs out at Columbina’s worried face.
“What’s so funny about it, you fool?! What if she’s heard us or anything?!” Her words sounded like little whispered squeals, the levels of embarrassment in her nervous system spiking. It was even funnier considering Rosalyne knew every single detail about how things were going between them.
“Columbina Hyposelenia Dove.” She started, straightening her posture a bit.
“What?” Anytime Arlecchino pronounced her full name it made her freeze. In both good and bad ways.
“Do you truly believe I would’ve invited you over with Rosalyne here?” As if it were the most obvious statement, she calmly answered.
“So you had planned this?” Her eyebrows rose up and a smirk was sneaking into her expression. Columbina reached for her hair—which had been put into a ponytail before, now there were few remains of the intended hairstyle—and twirled one strand of the cotton-like hair between her fingers.
Arle’s mouth opened, as if with the intent to say something, but she flustered again. Either because of the question or the proximity.
“Not exactly, not like that.” She paused. “She’s on a weekend trip with her family. Do not misunderstand my intentions.” Please, she thought to herself.
Columbina raised her eyebrows again, but in confusion now.
“…Misunders-? What am I supposed to misunderstand here?”
They looked at each other in deafening silence.
“I don’t—I don’t want you to think that the nature of my invitation is just for mere convenience or anything of the such, moreover, you are absolutely breathtaking and I-”
“Arlecchino.”
She had entered into a trance without herself even acknowledging it, the contact of Columbina’s finger against her lips in an attempt to silence her momentarily pulled her out of it.
“Spare me the formalities, please. I don’t think you’re taking advantage of the situation or me in any way.” She dragged her hand carefully towards the side of her neck. “I was just joking.” Now her other hand trailed up the side of her bodice and set itself on the side, above her ribs; grazing the edges of the bralette covering her chest, another soft caress on her skin. Arlecchino’s breath hitched, she leaned into the gap between Columbina’s shoulder and neck, breathing against her skin. She reveled in breaking her cordial facade.
“Are you sniffling me?” Columbina asked with a hint of humour as she felt her put her nose against her skin.
She received Arle’s laugh against her neck and a tug on her waist as an answer, bringing her closer to her embrace once again.
“It’s unfair you’re still fully clothed and I’m like this.” She purred in her place.
“Perhaps my dress is more intricate, therefore more difficult to get off?”
There was no denying of that, the pearls hanging around her neck certainly needed to be handled with uttermost care, so needed the stockings ornamenting her legs. If it weren’t for those, perhaps a few red marks would’ve already appeared in her thighs. That task was delayed for later however, long ago annotated in her to-do-so’s list
“Don’t you know I’m a hardworking, dedicated individual?”
She finally met her eyes, their slight height difference becoming visible, as if she were towering over her. But she’d rather compare it to protecting her, rather than restraining her.
Bina rolled her eyes as she locked her arms behind her neck. A smirk behind the faux stubbornness.
“I do. But I’m guessing you’d work even better in a, much more comfortable surface. Would you not?” She teased, her eyes hinting towards the door of her dorm, voice full with intent.
A contagious grin spread across Arlecchino’s face.
“Great guess, Dove.”
The ease she picked Columbina with from the floor was almost unphanthomable. Columbina strengthened her grasp on Arle’s neck while this one grabbed her by the underside of her thighs, squeezing them once just to get a reaction from the fellow on the way to her room.
“Ouch, be careful.”
“My apologies, your quadriceps just appear very squishable to me.” She joked, adapting that nonchalant register of hers. She was very much so burning on the inside actually.
“You’re insufferable sometimes.”
“And you are excruciatingly lovely.”
Eventually, Dove’s body was laid on the sheets of the mattress within Arlecchino’s room, sitting slightly upright and her legs stretched out on the edge of the mattress. Arlecchino kneeled in front of her, committedly taking off her shoes for her. Her finger then encountered the edges of her stockings, trailing her hand all over her legs from her thighs to her ankles. She rolled them down with care, taking her sweet time with the task.
In the meantime, Columbina took a look around the room, seeing if anything had changed since the last time she visited the place, while Arlecchino practically crawled up above her when she finished freeing her legs from the garment.
“What’s that over there?” She signaled as Arlecchino was getting ready to attack her neck again.
“The picture?”
“You framed it?”
“…”
“Yes, I did. Does that spark any concerns within your peace of mind?”
Said photograph was one taken on the last Christmas Eve, the gathering having taken place at Columbina’s.
“Aww, that’s very sentimental for someone like you.” She mocked, her hand on the side of her face.
“I suggest you refrain from mocking my displays of affection.” She warned with no heat in the threat. “I’m not as cold as the streets say.”
Columbina let out a striking laugh that she appeared to be holding back. She laid further back, her elegant and angelic-like figure sprawled across the bed. It caused a sense of familiarity to awaken in her heart.
“I wasn’t aware that you appreciated my presence that much.”
But she wasn’t her. It wasn’t a pink sunset whose smile and charisma could make the evil turn gentle, nor the teal eyes of said individual.
It was an opaque sway of deep—almost black—purple with tinges of pink, moonlike eyes with a hint of deepness behind and a newfound mole on the side of her neck that she took pleasure in kissing. And it felt familiar.
“I assume you are now, therefore.”
But Arlecchino had to realize it wasn’t the same. They weren’t the same. It was not her. It was another, and even if she could spend her lifetime grieving Clervie’s loss, she had to move on. And this time, perhaps it was fate’s own way of telling her it was about time.
She sat atop her lap, straddling her hips with certain nervousness.
Arlecchino grabbed her by the waist, pushing her down so she’d accommodate more comfortably. Bina giggled and cupped her cheeks with both hands.
The dark curtain of her hair fell down the side of her face, enclosing the latter one inside it as well.
She pressed her lips against Arle’s, cherishing the momentarily gentleness of the way she leaned into her. Usually one’s desire would’ve grown quickly for when this type of thing was done. Sure, Columbina’s heart was burning on the inside. But Arlecchino seemed to choose a rather slow pace.
Arle’s hand draped over her back, tracing mindless patterns with the touch of her fingers alongside the trail down to the laced ribbons on the back of Bina’s dress. Slowly, deliberately.
“Could I?” A soft murmur; almost tremulous, from Arle’s mouth. Bina laughed.
“You think I would refuse?”
“Consent is of unmeasurable importance, I must say. And yours, to me, is even more crucial.” A smug grin installed on her features.
Columbina leaned forward, pushing her companion further down on the mattress.
“I told you, spare me the formalities.” A whisper, entailing a sense of dominance accompanied by a slide of gentle fingers under her brallette. Yet Arlecchino didn’t even flinch.
She took pleasure from watching the moon-eyed woman acting as if she were in charge.
“Fine, fine.” She shrugged. “But you’ve still not answered my inquiry.” She tilted her head to the side, that smirk still hanging from her lips; enticing, tantalizing.
Bina wanted oh-so-badly to wipe said grin from her face. Not because she disliked the way a little dimple appeared close to the right corner of her mouth. She simply wanted to. Maybe because she was feeling like Arlecchino was pulling her leg.
There were plenty of emotions she had yet not found a consequential cause to.
She grabbed Arle’s face and pressed it flush against hers, attempting to pull her masterly tactic of biting down the latter’s lip. She endeared the feeling of having her melt down just for her.
Columbina sucked faintly on the spot where she had drawn a tinge of blood from on her lips, right before putting some centimeters of distance in between them.
“Does that serve as an answer to you, my dear?” She tried to sound as mischievous as she might be able to. It might have not worked wonders though.
“Your negligence to be direct is truly interesting, though it might result in you not getting what you truly want.”
Why on earth did she have to be such a smooth talker?
And the worst part of it all? It was actually turning her on.
A deep sigh escaped her lips.
“Yes, you’re allowed.”
Immediately after, she felt such diligent hands working her way through and through the intricate lacing, loosening the dress, the thin straps falling down her shoulders. This feeling of exposure and vulnerability was new to her.
Arlecchino didn’t know that. Indifferently, she handled her with gracefulness. Caressing her shoulderblades with soft pecks of her lips as she helped her out of her clothing, smiling against her skin. Not mischievous, but rather tender-heartedly.
She didn’t hurry one bit—sadly to Columbina’s impatience—relishing in every inch of skin she could land her eyes onto. A grin formed as she saw purple and mauve spots appearing on her skin. Columbina breathed heavily, chest rising up and down quickly despite the slow pace of her lover’s motions; she could’ve sworn her cheeks had never felt this warm. Out of said embarrassment and impatience, she forsakenly threw down to the floor her own dress for once, leaving Arlecchino quite startled.
Both because of the bold, desperate action and because of the newfound sight. She glanced attentively across her torso, now fully uncovered to her. Instinctively her sight settled on the rapid rise and fall of her chest; more likely, on the rather small, delicate curve of her breasts.
Guilty? May well be. There's nothing a raging lesbian adores more than a woman’s figure. And she was completely endeared with this specific one.
Arlecchino raised her eyes for once, meeting Bina’s that had surely noticed her long stare. She seemed to have regained self-consciousness as she crossed her arms over her chest. Arlecchino raised an eyebrow right before leaning upwards and pulling her arms down with ease.
She kissed the side of her torso; above her ribs, the expanse of her palms holding her waist firmly in place as she did so. She peppered featherlight kisses across the underside of her breast and then up the middle of her chest; traveling upwards, nibbling on her collarbone and finally through the side of her neck. She could feel Columbina almost trembling under her touch. Lovely.
She stopped right below her ear.
“You’re absolutely divine.” A whisper, not solely intended to lust her further, but to genuinely express her adoration towards her. Columbina looked down at her, breath hitching.
“And you’re, quite literally, taking my words away.” A soft echo slipped out of her tongue, eyes full of adoration and a gleam of craving adorning them.
“Isn’t it supposed to be your ‘breath’?”
Arlecchino chuckled against her cheek, hands still around her waist. Even though she made an effort to look up, a stronger force drew her eyes down very often.
“Give it a thought, smarty.” Bina teased, tilting Arlecchino’s head up with her index finger. She could attempt to be a smooth talker as well. But only that, attempt.
They both refrained from speaking for a moment while Arlecchino tried to figure out her phrase.
“Perhaps it’s because, if I’m taking your breath away then you cannot speak, correct?” A slight frown, even though she was aware she was, most rightfully, correct.
“Well done!”
Columbina nodded with rather faux cheerfulness. They both chuckled. Columbina later realised that that must have been a terrible way to start this off. But given that Arle didn’t seem to mind, her thoughts were put at ease.
Instead, Arlecchino was just about to graze her palm on one of her breasts when Columbina noticed, disapproving of the sequence of events as she took hold of Arle's wrist and pushed it away quickly.
Worried instantly filled Arlecchino’s face, straightening upwards and searching for her face as she let go of her hold on Bina’s torso.
“I-I’m sorry I-“
Before she could properly apologize, she became silenced with her lips above her own. Confused was an accurate word to describe her state.
Their mouths parted ways shortly after. Columbina had quickly grown fond of cupping her face with her hands.
“Do you think it’s fair I’m almost naked, while your shirt is only a little unbuttoned?” An inquiry, yet its aim was not to actually enlighten an answer but rather to gain power over her; imitating her previous question.
Arlecchino glanced down at her own—mildly undone—attire, and in fact, the difference was groundbreaking. She looked up once more, a sneaky grin could be seen.
“It is more unbuttoned than just a little. But yes, it is truly unfair, I apologize.”
She took off her shirt even while finishing her sentence. She was reaching for the clasp of her belt when she was stopped, once again. Another intrigued glance upwards.
“And you think I do not wish to do it myself?”
An almost unnoticeable widening of eyes was part of her response. She steadied herself with her elbows on the mattress, readjusting her back comfortably on the same.
“Oh, well. Do as you please then.” She tilted her head to the side, a cheeky little grin becoming exposed. It was intended to encourage her.
And oh did it work.
Columbina supported her bodyweight on her knees now as she kept straddling her hips.
Arlecchino stared intensely as her fingers unbuckled her belt and threw it, its metallic impact against the ground, the daft dip on Bina’s hip, the electric touch of the contact of her hands with her bare abdomen, her hipbone noticeable through the piece of fabric that still lingered on her body or her chest. On the last thing mostly. The flame of ardour coursing through her not ever dwindling.
Columbina unzipped the elegant dark pants clinging onto her skin. She looked up at her—Arle immediately redirecting her gaze to her eyes, away from her chest—asking for permission. It was much more intimate that way. She was granted it, without dispute. They were now almost in the same conditions.
She chuckled dearly at the sight; such a reputed woman laying below her. It made her feel powerful. Arle watched, attentively, every twitch, every breath. A faint flush on her cheeks.
Bina leaned down to lay her lips atop of her lover’s, slowly savoring her affection; her fingertips caressing the nape of her neck or the expanse of her stomach, tickling her from time to time just to draw laughter out of her. She now traced her hands behind Arle’s back, searching for the clasp of the remaining garment. The white haired woman took hold of her, and in a swift motion turned their positions around.
An unexpected move, therefore a reaction of the same nature. Columbina gasped under her breath, eyes wide for a moment. Then a sigh followed by a chuckle.
“Of course you had to do that.” She glanced at her biceps; the well-worked muscle outstanding to the sight.
She whispered, given that their faces remained close still. Crimson eyes piercing her gaze, not intruding but a rather prudent deliberate inspection of her thoughts; though they all resumed to her.
“You must be very lost deep in thought.” A faint cheekiness echoed her words.
“In fact; I am.” She assured, her hands—even despite the bold interruption—found the metallic piece. “Now, may I?”
“Took you long enough.” Arle chuckled, as if she were offended slightly.
“I take that as a yes.” She seamlessly tugged a bit on the clasp and undid it; the straps of the garment instantly falling and Columbina, as caring as she was, helped her out of it. Sure, now it was her turn to stare. The flesh of her breasts was a sight truly worth appreciating. Arlecchino kissed her again, leaning down and pressing their bare chests one against each another, drawing a deep sigh from the girl under her. As Columbina circled her arms around her neck to steady herself, her back arched slightly at the close, raw contact, leaning in and tilting her head back faintly. Bodies molding together like they were meant to be, lacking any of the guilt she could potentially carry.
Columbina hooked her hips as one of her legs wrapped around them, settling her in between her thighs. Arle gently stroked her waist again, the fingertips belonging to her hand creating daft paths across her side. It was driven by the desperate need to feel each other closer.
Bina pushed her away for a brief moment, panting breathily in hushed undertones; as if it had to be kept a secret. She hid her face under her forearm, attempting to cover the strong pink hues creeping into her skin. Arle noticed and she leaned forward down, laying on her chest, her cheek on her skin.
Arle granted her a minute of quietness before speaking.
“Doing fine?” The back of her hand came upwards to stroke the side of her face as she questioned.
Columbina chuckled, perhaps in slight embarrassment and awe.
“I mean, I am having a bit of tachycardia right now but, besides that, everything’s perfect.”
They both chuckled now. Arle kissed the underside of her breast once again before inquiring.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
Columbina sighed; chest deeply rising in and out. Her gaze averted downwards to seize the latter’s eyes. Her hand gently stroked her scalp.
“Yes, please.” A whisper; featherlight, one to be cherished forever in her lover’s mind.
Arlecchino nodded, her own lips curling up in a gentle, warm smile.
“Say no more.”
Her hand raked against her ribs at first, a caress that intended to trail down further. Columbina just now noticed the brush of her fingertips against her skin was less harsh than frequently; the long black nails had been cut incredibly short. Perhaps it was too selfish to think it was because of her, yet the possibilities were truly high. She wasn’t able to give much of a thought though.
The touch reached her lower abdomen, circling and teasing the area with lenient pressure. It kept reaching down; passing atop her hipbone, towards her inner thigh. It settled down for a minute there. Her other hand mirrored the position and she provocatively squeezed the flesh of her limbs, drawing a small whine from the one laying down accompanied by a scold.
“Hey!” She called out; a breathy dulcet, eyelids fully shut down. She just received a stifled laugh in return.
“I just couldn’t resist, dear.” Arlecchino lifted herself to reach the corners of her lips and pressed tender-hearted lips against hers. Columbina grabbed her by the chin instinctively with mellow force, relishing into the touch; craving it further.
The wandering hand restarted its journey across her skin, hooking her index finger around the band of her underwear; tugging it down slowly, settling it aside on the mattress while grazing her sensitive skin after so much foreplay.
Columbina’s breath hitched, ribcage widening as her diaphragm contracted. The other hand reached upwards to knead fondly her breast; accompanying the rising sensation of pleasure.
Another sudden movement made her lose her mind; slender fingers brushing her slit deliberately, the damp edges of her labia welcoming the strokes. She bit the inside of her cheek.
Arlecchino was switching her attention back and forth upon her flushed face and her dripping folds. She leaned further down to brush her lips gently against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her centre.
Columbina, as polite and decorous as she was, wanted nothing else but to curse and say the first thing that came to her mind. The white-haired one was making her last bits of rationality thread away.
“Arle—God” She ran her hand through her temple as she muttered and stifled her whimpers.
“Hmm?” Arlecchino raised her head to stare into her clouded gaze, pausing the motion of her hand touching her breasts. “What do you want?” An incredibly mischievous curve on her lips as she pressed her fingers further hard against her. She saw as the girl’s face twitched with a combination of amused delight and overwhelming faux loath. Her moans become ever-so-quietly at the touch, resembling the melody of a soothing lullaby.
Columbina dared to look downside; having retained her sight on the ceiling if her eyes were not closed. She bit back another obscenity as she glanced at her lover; eyes lit under the dim shine of the sky, full of lust.
“You, stupid.” A sigh, soul-deep. “I really do.”
Those simple words fueled Arlecchino’s desire even further. Her fingers; now firmer and steadier than before, slid inside her entrance, the humidity of her core tightening around two of her digits rapidly.
“Ah-!, fuck.” Her willpower was not sufficient this time to suppress her moan. The raw touch was driving her mad. Her hand immediately reached her lover’s scalp, grasping at her hair as her fingers worked inside her. She could hear Arle's almost wicked laugh; it was safe to say that she took pleasure in seeing her squirm under her touch.
Arlecchino started nibbling at the skin of her inner thigh all over again, quite overstimulating the woman under her. Her mouth wandered upwards, now kissing the skin of her lower abdomen. At the same time, she drew her fingers in and out without any haste, edging her at the slowest pace she could. Her free hand came back to stimulate the rosy peaks on her chest.
Sure, even though it was a delectable sensation at first, the knot of bliss in Columbina’s core was anxiously aching to be released. And the deliberateness was not helping at all.
“Arle.” She whined, the woman which had been called out averted her eyes in her direction, an ounce of concern sweeping in. “Faster.”
A pleased hum left Arle’s throat. Her mouth stopped teasing her and now shifted to pose a chaste kiss on the latter’s mouth.
“Your wish is my command, Bina.” In a soft, whispery voice that made her feel so enamoured.
Right after her indication, the pace of her movements accelerated with ease, deepening and curling knowingly as she did so.
Bina moaned again, audibly louder, shock clear on her voice. Her vision blurred as her lover kept pushing her further; her back arching as her pelvis subconsciously seeked the touch of the seemingly experienced hand.
Arlecchino watched with content; none of the songs Columbina had sung to her previously could compare to the melody her vocal chords emitted as she fucked her. She watched as she crumbled sweetly under her and longed for more. Arle herself could come undone just from hearing her. Therefore she kept her devoted hand in tireless motion, eager to bring to the brink of pleasure the one she now adored the most. She peppered kisses all across her face, her lips wandering from time to time to her chest and nibbling the sensitive flesh.
Said knot on Columbina’s core was being slowly untied given the acceleration of the movements—and the constancy of the maneuvers—, her walls pulsing around Arlecchino’s fingers. Her inhales got deeper and faster as she tried to stifle her own sounds. Not that she was exceedingly vocal, but it still sparked certain shame within her. Arlecchino had noticed this.
“Bina, you needn’t hold back.” She whispered close to her face; she had remained there for a while just to look at her. “It’s perfectly fine, okay?”
Columbina nodded, trying to relax her throat; it felt more forced since she was consciously doing it. She didn’t have much time to give it thought when the Arle sped up the face of her ministrations one again—apparently the previous pace wasn’t the limit—, and a squeal out of her lips followed after. Her back arched even further now as the feeling of ecstasy was colliding with the entirety of her bones. Soon afterwards, her shivering body began to spasm for a moment as her throbbing edges tightened around Arle’s digits, finally releasing the pent up pleasure.
Arlecchino didn’t immediately pull her fingers out, she rode the other woman through her high patiently. Once her ragged breaths had toned down, she slid them out; slick and coated with her desire. She wiped them off with the sheets and leaned in to kiss her; softly and tender, a brief touch to bring her back down to earth. She cupped her cheek, stroking the side of her face with her warm touch.
Columbina managed to open her eyes again, even despite the dizziness she felt at the moment. She was glad her myopia would allow her to see up close, because the eyes of the woman on top of her were the softest she’d ever seen before and missing such a sight would have been a pity. Her lips curved upwards.
“Is it too discourteous to ask how many women you’ve been with?” She asked, and Arlecchino was left startled immediately. Before she could asnwer—or ask the cause behind the question—Columbina realized that maybe it had been too straightforward. “It was, uh, great. Not because of anything else truly.” She laughed in self embarrassment—or pitying—as she looked away.
Arlecchino gave it a thought for a moment.
“Well if you ask so kindly…Perhaps, four? Five? No further than that.”
Columbina nodded. Sincerely, she wasn’t expecting much more or any less.
“Sorry if that was a bit too out of the blue.” She apologized, sitting up partially on the bed.
Arlecchino scantily laughed under her breath, caressing the woman’s hip with delicate touches. She ended up laying beside her, mirroring her position.
“It’s fine.” She simply stated. Too short of words, as if she wasn’t biting back something. She looked at her. Columbina did the same.
Columbina couldn’t resist pulling her once again into another passionate kiss as she sat atop her lap again, straddling her thigh roughly when she leaned into the latter’s touch. The bare contact sent a minuscule shiver down her spine.
Her wantings seemed to be reciprocated. Arlecchino embraced her eagerly, desperately even if one squinted. She bucked her hips against the latter’s, savouring the sensation of the—still—damp folds humping her leg. Blissful.
Their mouths parted ways momentarily, taking in air. Their gazes lingered on each other’s. Columbina nestled her face in the gap between Arle’s neck and shoulder, slowing down from the seeming rush.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?” She whispered softly. Columbina shook her head negatively.
“Nothing. I just needed a break from seeing your utterly handsome face.” She said; a flirty, sly smile on the edge of her lips. The taller one rolled her eyes, a sigh left her mouth.
“Touché.” She poked her forehead playfully.