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"... An art show." Till repeated, flat, and Ivan had only shrugged, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to."
It was early February, a few weeks shy of Valentine's day, a few weeks shy of Ivan's birthday, which, of course, happened to be on the same day.
Ivan used to tease her throughout the years over it, asking if Till was finally confessing to her by giving her gifts on Valentine's day, and Till had started to stubbornly only hand in her gift the day before by principle. This year was different, though, for once they were actually dating, meaning her petty scheme had to suffer some alterations.
Ivan absolutely had a plan for the date itself, Till was sure of it, even if she hadn't necessarily brought it up beyond asking her to keep the night of the fourteenth free. Her girlfriend was more passionate about special dates than Till was, and loved to come up with different ideas and surprises. Which brought her to the current predicament: Ivan was inviting her to a high end art exhibition on the thirteenth, meaning the night before her birthday was now also occupied.
Till didn't know what she could do differently at first. Ivan was being so genuine about the idea, too, insisting it'd be a good chance to meet art connoisseurs and potential investor's for Till's own paintings once she started building her portfolio more, in case she decided to pursue that avenue. On the other hand, Till was also absolutely not comfortable in that kind of environment, fancy events with rich people and strict etiquette only made her feel like she'd stick out like a sore thumb.
Still, she decided to go in the end, because Ivan was right. Though it was potentially the part of her field that Till's antisocial ass detested the most, many of her professors highlighted the importance of networking for people who wanted to live off their art someday. It was a horrifically competitive industry and most renowned names only managed to grow their popularity by having an in somewhere. Till didn't like it, but she had little say on how those things went.
So, now they had an event the day before and the day of Ivan's birthday. That was fine, Till could work with it. This exhibition could either be an opportunity or a hamper on her ideas, and she decided to make it the former.
Ivan's main gifts were already secured: Till had managed to find a first edition copy of one of Ivan's favorite books online for an excellent price, and she'd also been secretly working on a small painting that was a mix of a profile portrait and Ivan's favorite constellation, something subtle and meaningful to decorate the empty space on the narrow corridor of her apartment between the suite and the guest room.
This idea would be something extra, a little surprise Till had been mentally deliberating on for months now, without the courage to actually being it up herself. It had been alluded to a few times at this point by her girlfriend, the idea of trying anal. Ivan mostly mentioned it as a fantasy, not necessarily pressuring her into it, but also making her own interest clear.
They'd explored it together very, very superficially. A couple of occasions of Ivan pressing a finger in her ass as she fucked her, and that shallow exposure was enough that Till knew she didn't hate it, per se, but also didn't know if she'd like it. In truth, it made her nervous to think about, more than anything else, especially since it wasn't like she'd ever even considered something like that before Ivan commented on it.
It was different from what they usually did, and Till herself had always been too paranoid and embarrassed to try it out even on her own. Six months into dating Ivan, though, Till had admittedly become a somewhat less self conscious about sexual things than she'd been before, so she actually managed to do her own -shameful- research on it.
After all, if Ivan was into it, Till was at least willing to give it a try. They could always stop, if she found out it was too much for her, and Till trusted Ivan intrinsically in that sense, which eased her anxieties.
In preparation, she'd managed to overcome her shame enough to order a set of butt plugs to try for the occasion, a set of three, ranging in size. They were, ridiculously, the first sex toys she ever bought, since they always used Ivan's things, considering her girlfriend had a decent collection she'd obtained over the years.
In truth, she should've probably tried this on her own before this, but Till just couldn't bring herself to open the package, or even look at it for too long, until the day of the exhibition came about.
It's now or never.
She opened the package with shaking hands, face burning at each layer she pealed. Till was questioning every single facet of her life as she saw the box, wondering how the fuck did she go from only ever kissing like two people on the mouth to ordering butt plugs in the span of six months.
That bastard really has turned me into a pervert. If anyone caught me doing this I'd have toss myself into incoming traffic.
The plugs looked like bombs at first, or so she felt. She had to stare at the packaging for a solid ten minutes to gather the confidence to touch them.
The smaller one was... Pathetic? It barely looked like a plug, so slim and small, and had the overall girth of a finger and a half of hers, when she compared. It didn't seem like it'd do much, it was surely too narrow to measure up to any of the toys Ivan would use on her, and Till knew it'd do very little in terms of prep. Of course it was better than nothing, but if she stuck to her goal -which was to be ready for Ivan to fuck her back there without any preamble- it wouldn't do the job.
The middle one seemed like the most respectable of the bunch. Girthier than two of her own fingers, it seemed serviceable enough to keep her opened for some of the mid range dildos Ivan had. It wasn't horrifically intimidating, but it also didn't seem measly, so it was the one she gravitated towards the most.
The larger plug was absolutely terrifying. Thick and big, it wasn't that much smaller than her own fist, and Till could barely conceive of the notion of having that inside her in any hole, but certainly not in her ass. It seemed like it'd tear through her immediately, and she couldn't bring herself to consider using it.
By the time she finished showering (and cleaning herself thoroughly in the most mortifying ways possible), she had two hours to psych herself up and finish getting ready before Ivan picked her up.
Her outfit was hanging at her door, primly prepared for days now, heels set by the door. Ivan had helped her pick a dress for the occasion, which she was endlessly grateful for. It was a sleek, sacramento green piece, the bust was adorned with a jade-like gem at the center, and had off the shoulder straps that fell over the sides of her arms. It was backless, too, a deep cut exposing Till's back down to her waist, only held together by a thin string that wove an X pattern across her frame, resembling a corset. The skirt was long, but more elegant than puffy or spiny, reaching a little below her knees and, of course, Ivan picked the smaller heels that could pass the dress code, knowing how clumsy Till could be on her feet.
Even just staring at the outfit had nervousness bubbling up inside her, and Till forced herself to look away.
Okay. Okay, it's fine, come on.
After drying herself and setting a clean towel on the bed, Till tumbled into it with the medium plug and a bottle of strawberry scented lube in her hands. Setting the two by her side, she laid back against the pillows, unsure where to start.
She couldn't just- But if- Well, normally she would-
Ugh, this is so fucking stupid.
She decided to focus on a memory from a few days ago to get herself in the mood, when she'd been bent over the edge of Ivan's mattress with three of her girlfriend's fingers sunk into her.
It'd been a Tuesday afternoon, because winter vacation had allowed them to be even more shameless than usual, and after watching two movies tucked together in the living room couch and subsequently napping through the third, Till had woken Ivan up with kisses and gentle caresses that only seemed to escalate more and more before Ivan urged them to her bedroom.
"Till, fuck, you look so hot-" The words had been pressed to her nape in between kisses, Ivan's hot breaths at her back had shivers running down her spine.
She was being slow that day, patient, something that became more common as they settled into the relationship. Ivan tended to be too eager at first, too intense right from the get-go and relentless in bed in general, but now that they'd been together for a while, it finally seemed to sink in for her that Till wasn't going anywhere, and that they had all the time in the world to touch each other like that.
Till was always torn between hating and loving it, when she was in one of those moods, because while she loved being doted on, this version of Ivan was also an awful tease.
That day, she'd moved slow, caressing the line of her spine, running her fingers over each notch, her other hand fucking her deep and unhurried. She'd been working her up for so long Till wouldn't be surprised if she'd been dripping on the floor by that point.
"Spread your legs, baby, can you take one more?"
Ivan's pinkie nudged against her entrance, and it had Till shaking, weak. She could feel her own heartbeat on her throat, mouth dry, eyes wild in anticipation, but Ivan was dragging it out. The added length sunk into her slowly, each notch of her finger slipping inside in a cautious, measure pace.
"God, want to stuff you full, you feel so, so good around my fingers."
Till's pussy throbbed, an anxious feeling blooming in her chest.
I miss her.
The thought was childish and absurd, she'd seen Ivan yesterday, she'd see her again in another hour or so. It's not like they hadn't had sex in a while, it'd barely been three days since, but Till missed her, missed actually feeling her touch, hearing her voice whisper filth at her ears, basking in the the heat of her body. God, her lips, Till wanted to be kissed so badly right now.
Trying to refocus, she continued remembering that day. Ivan had stopped, then, for a little bit, letting her get used to the stretch. It'd burned, she'd felt so good, clenching around her just to feel the pressure squishing the intrusion from the inside. Four fingers deep, Till's arms had lost their strength and she face-planted the bed with a muffled yelp. Her entire body felt weak to the pleasure, tense and overworked, too eager for a release.
"My poor darling, just a little more, okay? A little more and I'll make you cum." Words Till could barely process rung behind her, and Ivan started moving her hand, "Relax, let me take care of you."
Ivan had started a glacial pace, bullying deep inside her body, dragging her fingers out slow so only the very tips remained before pushing back in. Till had bit into the sheets to dry to muffle the needy, pitched mewls that started flooding past her lips, obsessed with the pressure spreading her opened, making her cunt pulse and ache with arousal, molding itself around Ivan's hand.
She fucked her like this until Till was gushing and soft inside, until each thrust was easy and almost luxuriously indulgent. Ivan was purposefully toying with her, pressing into her g-spot only every other movement, keeping her on the edge of coming just by being penetrated alone, avoiding her throbbing clit at all costs. It'd been maddening, and so, so wonderful, Till was sniveling into the bedding in no time at all, moving back into her hand without meaning to, too lost in the feeling to care.
Then Ivan had circled her thumb against the rim of her ass, just to tease, a tentative request more than anything else, and it nearly sent Till straight to the floor, knees faltering, almost buckling in shock.
"Can I?" Ivan always sounded so sweet when she asked, like she could convince her from the tone of her voice alone, "Let me fill you up, love?"
Till had let her. God, she really did, and she'd never felt that full. She'd whimpered a broken assent, and not even ten seconds after Ivan was pushing her thumb in.
It was static, all static, coursing through her limbs. Being fucked from behind, Till couldn't see her, only feel the solid press of Ivan's body, the undeniable thrill of both her hands drilling into her. Ivan's fingers moved in tandem, not merciful enough to alternate their rhythm, Till was overstuffed, then empty, a loop of bliss and neglect that had her seeing stars.
Remembering it alone was messing with her head, and Till finally got the courage to dip her middle finger in her ass.
It didn't burn, it didn't hurt at all, just like when Ivan did it, the sensation was slow and nameless. It didn't feel good, on its own, it just felt weird. Till wasn't exactly used to it, especially since every time she'd felt that before, being touched on her cunt and clit was more pressing than focusing on that feeling alone.
She tried to remain in her fantasy, tried to remember what it'd been like, so she could keep going, shifting the digit back and forth at the same slow pace Ivan had started with.
"Fuck, Till, you always take me so well." Ivan's words had been laded in desire, ruined, and Till relished that more than anything else.
The idea that she was undoing her, undoing Ivan, the composed, pampered trust fund kid, did things to her ego she didn't know how to acknowledge in words.
Spurred on by her approval, lost in her own mind, Till pulled the finger out to gather more slick from her pussy, then drew her hand back down and pressed two fingers at her hole this time. She needed it, needed it to feel good already.
The stretch was immediately more intense than she'd ever felt up until now. Ivan had always stuck to a single finger, when they did this, and even though her hands were bigger, the difference wasn't that great that it surpassed two of Till's own digits. It stung a little, especially at the entrance, but surprisingly, it didn't hurt inside. It was mostly pressure, her body giving around the intrusion little by little, struggling not to squeeze around it.
She kept her fingers still for a minute, trying to get used to the sensation. Her heart was racing, somewhere between anxiety and anticipation, and after a beat, she finally willed herself to relax. It wasn't instinctive at all, like she had to fight her own reflex to tense up from having something in there, but eventually she settled. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Till started dragging her fingers out, then in again, a slow draw that felt intense from the start.
Till imagined it, imagined Ivan withdrawing all four fingers from her pussy, leaving her empty and gaping to fuck her ass instead. She'd be mean about it, too, self indulgent, like they had all the time in the world.
Till shuddered, her pussy aching, the idea was horrible, it was horrible because it turned her on so fucking bad. Ivan was a selfless lover, for the most part, and would usually do whatever Till asked of her. The idea of being denied, in turn, was thrilling, because Till wanted to ruin Ivan so bad she'd lose the capacity to be giving. She wanted to see Ivan do whatever she wanted, regardless of what Till might prefer. She wanted to unravel her to the point of selfishness.
Take from me, for once.
Till could see it vividly. Ivan, hovering over her, hand wrapped around the thick length of the strap, eyes blown red, a sheen of sweat across her neck, expression bordering mania. Till took the plug by the base, pressing it against her rim to mimic the sensation.
"Till, let me fuck you, please, please-"
"Please-" Till echoed out loud, spreading her legs further by instinct, driven by pure want.
The weight of her lover pressed down over her, Ivan's rapid breaths puffing over her shoulder, the strained noise of her throat when she started to push in. As the tip thickened and the sting became more intense, she hissed, trying and failing not to clench. The moment she did, the whole thing slipped right out and fell on the bedding between her legs.
Till whined in frustration, scrambling to pick it up again with how slippery the toy was now.
"You can take it, breathe." Ivan would say, in that gentle tone of hers that was reserved for Till alone.
Till obeyed her, pausing, pressing the edge against her hole, inhaling a deep breath, and relaxing at her exhale. With slow, steady pressure, she finally managed to push the plug the rest of the way.
It popped in the moment the thickest, mid part slipped in, and Till startled in shock as her body drew the whole thing inside.
What the fuck- What the fuck-
It was so, so bizarre. It freaked her out a little, how fast it happened, how odd it felt now that it was a foreign thing inside herself, but she'd actually done it, it was in.
Till spent the following two minutes completely still, trying to her used to it. It was smooth, but solid, and Till was sure she'd used too much lube when she saw the state of her inner thighs and ass. There was even a little dark spot on her sheets from it, and she internally cursed herself for having to change her sheets after this. Out of all the humiliating things she'd done tonight, the list only seemed to keep growing.
Again, it didn't hurt past the actual rim, but it was still weird. Unrest made her stomach flutter, and she felt a little nauseous at this whole idea.
The reality of what she was doing, what she was about to do, sunk into her like a boulder. Anxiety ricocheted in her chest and she eyed the dress from across the room, anticipation and dread battling in the knot of her throat. She was about to go out in public, to a fancy, high end event, in a long gown and high heels, with her gorgeous, impeccable girlfriend, and a plug buried in her ass.
I'm a fucking pervert. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Till would judge anyone else doing that so bad. Up until now, she'd been internally reasoning that it wasn't really her intention to expose herself in some weird humiliation ritual in front of other people, that the only reason she was doing it was so that she could surprise Ivan and cut on prep when they got home.
Maybe I should just- Do this some other day?
But tomorrow was Ivan's birthday, and even though Till did have other gifts to give her, if she didn't do this today, the surprise would be late, especially considering Ivan had something planned for the date already.
She'd already gotten this far, and the mere idea of having to start this all over again in another date had her burning with too much shame. The idea she was already failing at this, before the night even properly started, was a blow to her ego.
It's fine, this is fine, no one will know.
If push came to shove, Till could just… Fuck, she could bail while they were there. It's not like Ivan would be any wiser, she'd had no idea Till was planning this at all, so even if she got cold feet, she could just pull the breaks on the whole thing, make a quick trip to the bathroom to take this thing out and go back in there like nothing happened.
Yeah, okay, this is fine. I can do this.
Filled with a sudden bout of determination, she got up, taking a towel from her nightstand to wipe the mess between her legs and start dressing herself up. Till could handle this, she was no pussy, she could do it and the night would be unforgettable. That's the mantra she'd keep repeating to herself for the next two hours.
This is bad. This is so fucking bad.
Till had miscalculated. She absolutely fucked up, and she'd had no way of knowing how much until she was here, at the exhibition, quite literally falling apart all from her own recklessness.
She blamed Ivan for all of it, obviously, cursing at her girlfriend in her own mind in what seemed like an endless loop.
The thing is, they had used toys while out in public before, twice, but Ivan was the one who used them both times.
The first time was just a small dildo, barely three inches, keeping her opened as they had a picnic in the local park. It'd been Ivan's idea, of course, and she said she'd wanted to be bent over the moment they got home. During their outing, she'd barely seemed affected, acting completely normal to anyone looking. Till was the only one who could see her little tells, the way she sat with her legs drawn sideways instead of cross-legged, the way her expression strained a tad when she got up and dusted off her long skirt. Till had been the one more messed up for it, even, restless and pent up as she looked at her, her pretty, endlessly alluring girlfriend, sitting on a blanket over the grass, sipping her tea like she had no worries in the world, while her pussy probably throbbed around the toy underneath the layer of her clothes.
Ivan had an infuriatingly seamless poker face. She'd made it look so easy, both times, barely breaking a sweat, even when Till had tried to get a reaction out of her, when they tried it with the remote control bullet vibrator, on the cinema. They'd been watching the latest, bland romcom, sitting side by side in the cushiony chairs, sharing a bucket of popcorn. Ivan had remained in such control of herself, eyes nailed to the screen, the only give being short pauses of her going still for a beat when Till decided to amp up the vibrations, relaxing minutely when she let up. Again, Till had been worse off for it, the empty space between her own legs burning so badly she'd just barely restrained herself from asking Ivan to commit some unspeakable public indecency that could absolutely land them both in jail.
Point is, Ivan was a guideline to no one, and Till, foolishly, had expected that maybe it just wasn't that hard to remain unaffected, if she was on the other end.
But Till was not Ivan. And she had just proved how deeply, deeply misguided her arrogance was.
Till truly, truly thought she wouldn't be affected, since it wasn't like there was anything teasing her pussy or clit, areas she knew were her most sensitive ones. The toy didn't even vibrate, for fuck's sake, she believed she'd even forget it was there at some point.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
Holy fuck-
She could feel it. She could feel it all the time. As they walked from painting to painting, every step had the plug shifting inside her, grinding into her, mercilessly solid and unforgivable. Every time they stopped, she couldn't resist clenching her thighs, trying to keep it still, only to feel it even more as her body squeezed around it. Even just shifting her weight from one leg to another had a zap of heat crawling up her spine. The base grazed around her sensitive rim, and the fullness was driving her insane.
When they sat down for the first time, Till thought she might burst into flames at the tight, heady thrill of pleasure that pulses through her entire body. The toy was pressed even harder in her by the cushions of the chair, and as the slick of her drenched pussy threatened to smear down the back of her dress, she immediately crossed her legs in a panic to stop it. And of course, that only made it worse.
Everything felt hot and wet and tense between her legs. Her cunt throbbed painfully, empty and aching, her ass felt full and she was flexing each muscle so much the pain ricocheted from her venter and thighs all the way to her lower back. Worse yet, the ache was only turning her on more.
It didn't help that Ivan looked fucking heavenly tonight. She hadn't let Till see the dress she'd picked out, claiming it'd be a neat surprise, and fuck, god, she'd definitely overestimated Till's capacity to handle it.
The gown was a deep crimson that matches Ivan's eyes. The bodice was draped, a twist of fabric that wrapped tightly around her chest and waist, a single folded strap with layers of sheer fabric adorning her shoulder. The cut was just low enough to remain moderately conservative while still cupping her tits wonderfully, exposing the top curve of her full breasts, the pillowy skin sticking out just enough to make Till desperate to busy her head in them. The skirt was loose and princess like, the layer of sheer fabric swirling around as she walked, length going down at about mid calf. She looked both sexy and dreamy, the heels, god, she was so elegant, so damn pretty and Till didn't know if she was in heaven or in hell for it.
Her long hair was neatly made up in a half up, half down style. The bun at her back held together with a delicate silver pin that matched her humble, diamond earrings and necklace. Her makeup was subtle, but all the more striking for it, a little rouge tint over her eyes, lashes curled, mascara making her eyes pop. Her cheeks were a gentle pink, and her delicious mouth was glossy with a reddish, coral hue, and Till didn't know whether to stare at her or avoid her entirely, because she couldn't stop thinking about what would happen when they left that godforsaken exhibition.
Every time Ivan spoke, Till was watching her mouth move, was remembering how her lips felt on her own, on her throat, her skin, her fucking pussy that ached and drooled onto her ruined panties. Every time Ivan pointed at a portrait, or laced their fingers together, Till's brain was firing with memories of them around her neck, squeezing her hips, fondling her tits and her ass and holy fuck, her ass was filled and plugged up and Ivan might fuck her there tonight and Till couldn't fucking stop thinking about it.
Till was on the verge of tearing up. It was so much, too much, she felt feverish and dizzy with all the people talking and moving around her, their voices melting into one another, silhouettes smearing into shapes as they passed her. She couldn't pay attention to what the guide was saying, couldn't pay attention to Ivan's voice when she commented on something, couldn't even string a proper thought together that wasn't about getting out of here so she could be fucked absolutely senseless already.
And wasn't that only making things worse?
By the tenth time they stopped in front of a sculpture, Till's knees were wobbly and she felt faint. She looked down and she knew her face was burning red, sweat already gathering at the back of her neck, and she was in public, she was in public and so turned on she didn't know how long she'd be able to stand for.
It was so humiliating she wanted to cry.
Luckily, this was the moment Ivan seemed to notice it. Till's face had probably crumpled with frustration and shame beyond her best intentions to keep it composed, because her girlfriend suddenly turned to her fully, frowning with a worried expression.
"Till? Are you okay?"
Till opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her lips worked uselessly over syllables that refused to leave her tight throat and she immediately sensed more pressure knotting behind her eyes.
"Till?" Ivan sounded a little alarmed now, leaning in and squeezing her hand.
Till grabbed her wrist, pulling Ivan to her and hiding her face in the crook of her neck. Her eyes were teary and her skin felt hot all over, she wanted to cloak herself in her girlfriend so no one could see her like this, looking this pathetic.
She thought she could handle this, she thought she could do it for Ivan, but the moment she tried to regain her composure, she felt a wet trickle run down her thighs, and she broke.
"I can't- We need- Need to go home." She managed to whisper, pained.
Ivan was pulling them away from the crowd in the blink of an eye, guiding Till to a secluded corner on one of the side corridors. Away from prying eyes and noise, Till felt she could actually breathe a little better at least.
Till felt a cool palm press over her overheated forehead, Ivan was checking her temperature, so gentle, the soothing press of her hand was a mercy, and Till whined into it.
"Are you feeling unwell? What happened?" There was no way in hell she could tell her what was happening, so she just shook her head, eyes squeezed shut in shame, desperately needing her girlfriend to just listen to her, "It's okay, baby, I'll get a cab."
Till couldn't make it to their apartment. She tried to gather all shards of her pride left, but her body was wound so tight she just wanted to be selfish.
"Ivan." She started, with as firm of a tone as she could muster, "I need you to get us a driver."
Ivan looked at her like she'd just asked her to call them a clown car, which, really, might've been more in character for Till than what she was actually asking for right now. Neither of them actually liked making use of Unsha's staff, Ivan didn't like her father being aware of where she was going, and Till didn't like the pretentiousness of it all, but right now, she couldn't give less of a fuck.
"What? Like one of my father's?" She asked, perplexed, and Till nodded, "Alright. Give me a second."
Till fell into her with a relieved sigh, tucking her head into Ivan's collarbone and letting her eyes flutter close. She focused on her scent, on the lavender fragrance of her skin, the warmth and her steady, grounding pulse thrumming at her temple. Trying to take deep breaths and calm herself, Till could only swallow as the fervor between her legs seemed to refuse to settle.
Almost. Just a little more.
Ivan wrapped her arms around her after punching in the request for pickup, blessedly not demanding any explanation from Till yet, just holding her tight and swaying their bodies together in a gentle lull. Till couldn't tell how long it was until the brief peace was disturbed, only that it happened far too fast.
"Hey, it's here. Let's step outside, yeah?" Ivan warned her softly, grabbing Till's hand and pressing a sweet kiss over her knuckles before she started to guide her back through the corridor, out into the main saloon and towards the entrance, and god, Till burned for her so intensely she was glad she'd committed not to waiting until they were home.
The car waiting for them was a sleek black color, and Ivan helped her inside, dragging the door opened and leaning in to give the driver the address before closing the it and finding her place beside her on the seats.
Till sat at the back, where three cushions lined up to make more room for what she wanted. She didn't event think about it, already squirming over the luxurious white seats, trying not to remember she was likely about to ruin them.
The vehicle was moving in no time, and Ivan turned to her with a terse expression that asked for answers Till wasn't sure she could vocalize.
"Till." She started, and Till was buzzing with so much adrenaline she didn't even wait before cutting her off.
"The windows are tinted, right?" She blurted out, shuffling closer to Ivan.
"… Yes?" Her girlfriend said, confused.
"Even that one?" She pointed to the window separating them from the driver's seat.
"That one too." Ivan assured her, frowning, "Till, you're freaking me out a little, are you sure you're-"
Till didn't let her finish, hauling Ivan onto her with a heated kiss.
She couldn't help the filthy noise that crawled up her throat when their tongues intertwined, it felt like forever that she kissed her like this, that she felt her this close, and Till was drunk on it, her overworked body burning at every edge they connected. Ivan curled into her immediately, kissing her back, arms wrapping around her waist, spreading warmth all over.
Ivan kissed her back gladly, limbs dissolving into the motion for a moment too long before she seemed to remember her own concern.
"Till- What-"
Till grabbed her hand and shoved it up the skirt of her dress, pressing Ivan's palm flat into her soaked pussy over the fabric of her panties. It was almost funny, the way Ivan shortcircuited immediately, eyes wide and cheeks exploding in red, caught completely off guard.
Till had never done anything this bold or obscene outside closed doors, it was no wonder Ivan was a little blindsided, but she seemed to recover fast, lighting up with a sudden enthrallment.
"Oh." She sighed, bewildered, "Bunny, you're so wet."
"Ivan-" It came out of her as a helpless whimper, and Till was too close to tears again to be ashamed about it.
Like muscle memory, Ivan's hand was moving, fingers slipping under the band of her underwear, three digits rubbing soft, wide circles over her clit. It almost felt like being electrocuted, she hadn't gotten any stimulation on her cunt all night, and the contact alone made her heart rate skyrocket. She bit her lip to muffle a filthy moan, hips rolling into her hand desperately.
Ivan was looking at her with an awestruck expression, hunger so visible in her gaze Till could physically feel it scorching her.
"Talking about art got you this worked up? There weren't even any raunchy pieces on display. What's with you today?" She didn't seem at all dismayed by it, only surprised.
Till whined, hiding her face into Ivan's shoulder as she gripped her wrist, guiding Ivan's hand further down her panties. Down, down, until Ivan's fingers grazed at the solid base of the toy pressed against her.
Ivan froze immediately, like she couldn't process what she was feeling.
"Is that-"
Till gave a shy nod against her, her next words muffled into Ivan's chest.
"Was meant to be an early birthday surprise." Till's voice was so small it was pathetic.
There was a beat, a pause, Ivan's shaking fingers circled around the jewel, the circumference of the toy like she couldn't believe it was there, and then Till was being shoved by the shoulder onto the backseats.
Till fell with a gasp, too shocked to stop her as Ivan tore her panties by the side of her hip to throw them off her. Not even a second later Ivan was using both palms to spread her legs completely opened.
"Fuck." Ivan hissed out sharply, "You'll be the death of me, I swear, Till, what the fuck."
Too much? Had she gone too far? Till's mind was swimming with so many thoughts she had no idea what Ivan's tone even meant.
"I'm sorry- Ah!" The moment she opened her mouth Ivan was scooting back to lie down between her legs on her belly, burying her face in her pussy.
Ivan licked a wide stripe between her drenched folds, and Till was so oversensitive she had to bite her hand not to scream at how fucking good it felt. A flood of bliss erupted from deep within her, the overworked muscles of her core twitching, a mix of tension and relief making her tear up.
"Don't apologize." Ivan cooed, flattening her tongue to drag soft lines into the inner lips of her cunt, "This has to be one of the best days of my life."
Ivan brought a hand up, curling her fingertips around the base of the plug, and just gripping it had the length jostle inside her in the most delicious way. Till jerked instinctively, a soft sound rumbling from her parted lips, hips rolling into her touch, making Ivan grin sharply, almost frenzied with it.
"God, Till, you're so perfect, need to fuck you so bad." She groaned, kissing over her inner thighs, eyes nailed up to Till's face, watching her every reaction, "Can I? When we get home, I want-"
Till swallowed, burning up, restless and needy and completely losing any sense of reason she could've possibly had.
"Yeah, yeah, I-I… I want it, I prepared so you could- So you-" She stopped, choked up on her own words, and Ivan looked absolutely wrecked already.
"God, baby, even here?" She asked, playing with the base of the toy again, twisting it inside, like she couldn't believe what Till was saying, "Can I fuck you back here tonight too?"
"Please." Till hiccuped, giving in, going limp and just letting Ivan's intensity consume her.
As if urged by her assent, Ivan firmed her grip and drew the plug back. Till clenched instinctively, it'd been buried so deep in her, for so long her muscles protested at the idea of letting it go. Fighting her resistance, Ivan kept dragging it out, slow, mesmerized, and Till's eyes fully flooded, vision going hazy as she struggled to adapt, to process the feeling.
The moment it popped out, Ivan was pressing it back in. Till heaved, her head was spinning, tears were falling down her cheeks, it was just so much. The new, thrilling sensation of being breached from behind, the burning in her venter from being watched from up close, spread opened, her drenched, neglected pussy drooling down the side of her leg.
Ivan soothed her by licking into her again, tongue soft and wet as she drew it up her cunt, and she was so oversensitive she almost came immediately. Till spasmed, and Ivan pulled back a little, peppering kisses along her inner thighs again as she slowly worked the plug in and out. She seemed fascinated by it, watching the tight ring of muscle stretching around the thickest part only to swallow the toy entirely the next second, over and over again.
Ivan looked like she wanted to eat her alive, leaning down to curl her lips over her puffy clit and sucking gently, grazing her prominent snaggletooth over the nub and making Till see stars. She thrashed, the knot in her belly tightening, her muscles tensing, she couldn't take it anymore, loose, desperate moans escaping her dry throat.
"So fucking tight, baby, it is good?" Ivan muttered, and the dual stimulation of her insistently fucking her with the toy and sweetly lapping at her pussy was building more and more.
"Close- I'm so-" She was cut off by two of Ivan's fingers suddenly burying themselves in her, a rough cry making her whole body shake.
"Fuck, baby, I can feel it from the inside." She gasped, awestruck, pumping into her pussy at the same time she slammed the plug in and curling her fingers up.
Till came immediately, sobbing and tightening as pure bliss ricocheted all over her venter. She went blind with it, abstract shapes and colors flooding her line of sight, more tears spilling down her puffy cheeks, her body convulsing into the cushions, legs spreading painfully wide, shuddering all with pleasure and the most intense flood of relief. It felt wonderful, she'd been edging herself for so many hours it overwrote her whole system, sparks coursing up and down her limbs nonstop.
She was heaving through the aftermath, her head spinning wildly, it felt like she was coming for so long she forgot where she was entirely, her cunt throbbing and pulsing around Ivan's fingers, squeezing and relaxing on a loop of bliss that dragged on forever. Till was so out of it she didn't even realize the car had stopped, as far as she knew, they might've reached their destination hours ago, and she couldn't remember it at all.
It was only when she fell limp into the seat, arm rolling off the edge and legs melting down around Ivan, too shaky to hold themselves up, that her girlfriend finally drew her hand away from her. Though she did so slowly, Till still moaned at the loss, a whiny complaint, but she was too airy to protest much as Ivan drew her skirt back down.
"Till." She felt a sudden weight over her chest, Ivan leaning over her to press a kiss at her neck, her girlfriend's face appearing in her field of vision hazily as the tears cleared away, "We're here. Let's go up."
The excitement in Ivan's voice was unmistakable, and it roused some clarity back to her as Ivan helped her sit up. She opened the door for them, and Till climbed off the car on weak knees, hazy with satisfaction and clenching again around the plug still sunken inside her. She couldn't even say anything as she saw Ivan ball her torn, ruined panties in one hand to take with them, face burning anew with embarrassment.
There was absolutely no way the driver didn't know what they'd been up to. She'd been so loud, Christ, she'd never live this down, she'd never dare to ask for Ivan to call them a car again, in pure fear it might be the same poor unsuspecting employee behind the wheel. Those were the thoughts floating across the surface of her mind as they crossed the main hall, Ivan rushing them along in quick strides until they reached the elevator.
The moment the doors closed behind them, Till was being slammed against the mirror, Ivan's hungry mouth devouring her with so much lust she could be physically crushed by it. Ivan's tongue slipped between her parted lips and licked into every inch of her palate, her teeth, gums, tongue, everything was showered under the staticky attention of Ivan's desire.
Till tossed her arms around her shoulders, keeping her as close as possible, gasping out when she ran out of air, only for Ivan's chin to tip downwards, nose pressing into the line of her throat.
"Gonna fuck you so good, baby-" She whispered against her neck, teeth sinking into Till's pulse hard, making her toss her head back not to cry out, "You're so perfect, so pretty, so good to me-"
Till's hands clutched at her desperately, fingertips collapsing into Ivan's skin, wanting only more, more, more. She sniffled when the elevator came to stop, when the ding rang and the doors opened, forcing them to separate.
Luckily, Ivan was just as impatient, pulling her along by the arm as they both rushed down the hall. Till clumsily tripped over herself on the way, too unused to wearing high heels, and Ivan giggled, stabilizing her with her grip before they stopped before the door.
The code was punched into the keys in a hurry, the click of the lock sounding like the final barrier to the night finally starting for good. They entered the apartment immediately, and the second the door closed Till was crowding Ivan back into it for another kiss.
They moaned into each other's mouth. Ivan's hands were all over her instantly, dropping Till's panties unceremoniously onto the floor to grope her, her waist, her hips, her ass, squeezing over the lithe muscle and making Till whine as her fingertips spread her opened from behind, feeling her up over the fabric of her dress.
"Fuck, Till, I don't know if I can hold off-" Ivan whispered between kisses, her voice already rough with lust, tight to the point of bursting.
Till dropped to her knees in an instant, hiking up Ivan's dress so she could sink her face between her legs.
For some reason, it never ceased to amaze her, when Till got to see how wet Ivan got. She could feel the imprint of her clit pressed against her panties the moment she's nuzzled into her, and Till needed to eat her out more than she needed to breathe. Ivan had on the most tantalizing undergarment, a completely sheer mesh of red that matched her dress, and the certainty her girlfriend had also planned to rail her tonight regardless of her own plans made Till's mouth water with eagerness.
She dragged her tongue against the center of Ivan's cunt, delighted to taste a mouthful of her slick immediately, swallowing around and sucking over the slim fabric, nudging her tongue up between her folds to lick up every drop.
Ivan collapsed against the door behind her, legs slumping wide to fit Till's head between them, gladly letting her do whatever she wanted. One of her hands kept the skirt of her dress up and away from Till's face, while the other found its rightful place over the top of her head, fingers winding into silver bangs tight, making Till bury her face into her pussy even harder.
The rough treatment sent a flash of heat between Till's own legs, and she forced one hand up to snag Ivan's panties to the side so she could feel her properly. The contact of skin on skin was otherworldly, Ivan's velvety heat from up close, the musk of sweat and precum smearing over her parched mouth, basal and hot and so, so wonderful. Till licked a wide stripe up her folds, groaning, sinking her nose in to brush against her as she ate her out.
Ivan's answering cry was loud and shocked, and Till could only imagine how wound up she'd been since she kissed her in the back of the car. She dipped her tongue inside her ravenously, chasing every drop of her desire, overflowing her tight hole right into her waiting lips. She slurped up messily, delighted to feel Ivan's knees faltering and nearly buckling at the surge of stimulation crackling through her limbs.
"Till, fuck-" She yelped, hips grinding down Till's tongue, making her fuck inside with no resistance at all.
She was close, so fast, and Till wanted to savor it, dragging back and forth inside the welcoming heat, the softness of her beyond words, making her completely dazed with want. She wanted to sit here until her knees ached, until her jaw locked, she could stay down on her knees for her forever and every time it ended, it was too soon.
Ivan's hands tightened on her scalp, and Till's hands splayed over her thighs, nails racking down red marks, clawing at her, begging her to cum.
She could feel it coming like a wave, her ears ringing, Ivan's legs clamping around her ears, her spine bowing in, a muffled cry piercing the space above her as she shuddered apart, helplessly humping into her in stilted, greedy motions, milking up every drag for all it was worth. Till felt her own eyes rolling back beneath her lids, going pliant and drunk on her, letting Ivan use her until she went fully limp against her.
It took a full minute for her to even recover, pressing her puffy hot breaths to Ivan's sensitive core as she recomposed herself. When her eyes opened, she already knew Ivan was watching her, she felt her scrutiny like a loaded gun, aimed straight at her, dangerous and eager and so, so thrilling.
Till rose to her feet, staring at her breathlessly. Ivan's pupils were swallowed in red, the intensity of her gaze eclipsing everything, a near physical thing that had Till's skin crawling with anxiety and enthusiasm. She felt like a prey beneath the watching, anticipatory aim of a predator, of a being much too eager to pull her apart and hollow her out of every damn thing, and she couldn't be more excited about the mere prospect.
A hand fastened at the back of her neck, making her whole body freeze.
"Till." She said, low, domineering, "Ten minutes. I want you to unpin your hair, wash your face, and drink some water. When you're ready, come to the bedroom."