#gidle smut

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

When she touches you, your body comes alive with a burning hot desire. Every time her fingers brush your skin, electricity surges through each limb to make you anticipate the moment she goes further. As you lay on the bed together on a lazy afternoon, her wandering hands always lead to more. With her fingertips ghosting over your mound, it’s only a second before she dips her hand between your parting thighs. 

A gasp fills the room and it makes her giggle. She is fully aware of what she does to you, what she does to your body. Goosebumps flood your skin as she teases your folds, running her fingers down your slit only to draw them back up toward your clit. Your eyes flutter closed before you’re grinning, and then you bite your lip as she circles the swollen, aching and ready nub with gentle caresses.

She can’t help but to touch herself when she feels the softness of your skin. Her own hand lowers down her stomach before she’s sinking her fingers between her thighs. A quiet whimper falls from her lips, causing you to open your eyes to turn and look at her. Your sights fall to the hand working between her legs first, before your attention is drawn back to the one touching you. 

She quickens her pace on the both of you. The motions earn another gasp from your lips and you can’t help it when your hand falls to cover her fingers working diligently. Slick arousal spills from your entrance as you begin moving your hips in time with her. She can’t stop the moans spilling from within, either. You notice her sink her hand lower to dip her fingers into her soaked pussy, the sight making your body flushed with desire.

She does the same to you, lowering the digits to the arousal dripping out before pulling them back to your clit, continuing to circle the swollen bud to have you whimpering her name.

“So wet, baby,” she whispers with a grin to send a wave of heat rushing through your body. 

“Feels so good,” you can’t help but to moan in return, digging your nails into her skin as she plays between your thighs. The tension begins to build. The warmth bubbles from between your legs thanks to her. Every touch is electric, pleasure filling your body until you can take no more.

Suddenly, you’re gripping her wrist as the waves of bliss roll through every inch of your body. You hold her tight as you ride out the pleasure thanks to her fingers, coming undone with a gasp and a moan of her name. 

And after you begin coming undone, she continues her teasing. Her fingers drop to your entrance, gathering up your juices after the pleasure before returning to your clit, brushing over the far too sensitive nub until you’re gasping and pushing her away.

But now that you’re taken care of, you turn your attention to her. Climbing to your knees, you gently push her hand out of the way to pin to her side as she giggles. With a devious glint in your eye, your hand dives between her thighs, picking up where she left off. You feel the slickness of her arousal between her folds, toying with her slit for a moment before finding her clit.

“Make me come,” she whimpers desperately, sending another wave of heat through your body, but this time it’s with the desire to give her pleasure, make her feel good, and get her off. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” you taunt her with her own previous words, a smirk on your face to make her bite her lip. Even more so when your hand lowers to pump your fingers inside of her dripping heat, only a few times, curling them against her walls to make her back arch from the bed and her toes curl. Then you pull away to align the digits with your mouth, pushing them inside to suck her juices right off your skin, tasting her sweetness right from the source.

“Fuck,” she gasps in surprise, and you’re pleased enough with yourself so you return the attention to her clit once again. Steady motions of pleasurable circles are drawn against her flesh. Her breaths grow heavy as her eyes snap shut. You feel the tension in her body and know she’s growing close.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper the encouragement, feeling her hips roll and her thighs quiver with the need for release.

It doesn’t take much longer for her to spill over the edge. The pleasure rushes through her as she gasps and tightens her thighs around your hand. A few whimpers of your name fall from her lips. The moment takes hold as she squirms and moans and gasps and trembles. 

Then she begins coming down from the high. Her body is spent. Her breaths remain heavy. You lean in to place a few kisses against her temple to soothe her to relaxation, and the worn out grin on her lips tells you just how much she loves it.

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

She whispers your name as your fingers skim her stomach, trailing down to her mound before slipping between her thighs. She leaves a peck on your lips to urge you to continue, as if she’s saying she’s been waiting for this moment all day. Her nose crinkles with a giggle as you tease between her thighs because she’s too horny and yet too sensitive all at once. You bite your lip and continue, parting her folds, finding her clit to offer release. 

She can’t keep her hands off you, either. With a moan thanks to your fingers gently caressing between her legs, she reaches for you. Gripping your hips, she presses her lips to yours while positioning your body so her hand can dive between your thighs, offering you the same bliss. Together, you pleasure one another beneath the hot, steaming shower stream. She tosses her head back with a whimper, and your eyes watch her face as your own jaw falls slack, a moan falling from your lips. 

You feel her slick folds growing wetter, deciding to tease her by pushing two fingers to her entrance. A gasp fills the small shower the moment you dip inside her warmth, coating your skin with her juices before drawing them back to her clit to continue pleasing her. Meanwhile, she’s filled with bliss but determined to make you feel just as good, massaging your folds, tending to your own clit to have you whimpering her name in moments. 

You feel the arousal dripping from within, growing even hotter beneath the shower with her hand snug between your thighs. Her moans grow in volume, getting lost in pleasure as well as the need to make you feel good. 

But she is much closer to the edge than you. Soon, her hand slows as the bliss takes hold. Her chest heaves and she gasps for air, suddenly so breathless. With a lick of her lips, she pulls her hand from between your legs to grip your wrist, a whimper of your name begging you to keep going. You give in without hesitation, noticing her eyes screwing shut, her lips remaining parted. Her drenched hair clings to her face and neck as she moans and cries out beneath the shower head, the moment completely taken hold of her as she topples over the edge and she’s never looked more beautiful.

Her thighs tremble around you as she clings to you for strength, coming undone with a final gasp. She rolls her hips to grind her pussy against your hand caressing her clit so she can ride out the bliss until the very last second.

Then she begins to come down, and you still have the urge to tease her. With a smirk, you lower your fingers to her entrance while she attempts to catch her breath, dipping them inside her once again to hear the sounds of her slick arousal to signal how hard she came. She giggles breathlessly and pushes your hand away gently, having grown too sensitive for your teasing.

However, she has regained enough strength to drop to her knees before you. With one final glance up to meet your eyes, she buries her face between your thighs to have you gasping in surprise, a wave of warmth surging through your body. Her tongue meets your flesh in a quick swipe over your clit, moaning from the taste and how wet you’ve grown while getting her off.

“I love eating your pussy,” is all she says, because she knows exactly what the words do to you. All you can do is whimper while guiding her mouth back to your body, feeling her tongue glide over your clit to settle against the swollen nub. There she begins massaging slowly in circles just to tease, and you can’t help but to moan her name. Soon she falls into a pleasurable rhythm of eating you out, caressing your clit with her tongue, drawing you closer to the edge until your legs are quivering around her. You’re breathless in no time, looking down at the woman between your thighs, noticing her looking up at you just as you tell her you’re coming. She presses into your body, drawing out every moan and cry from your lips as you roll your hips against her, grinding your clit against her awaiting tongue as you reach the pure ecstasy of cloud nine. 

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

She makes her way to you soaking wet to remind you how much you love when it rains. Strands of hair cling to her face as the raindrops drip down the sides of her grinning lips, giggles mixing with the thunder roaring in the distance as you pull her close. 

“You’re going to get sick,” you warn her, just like every other time she manages to sneak away from her chores just as the afternoon thunderstorm rolls in. She makes the hike across half an acre of grass, through the orange groves just to meet you on the front porch of your wooden cabin hidden away from dirt roads and lonely cars passing by. You already have a fire started inside because it’s become such a routine between the two of you by now, and you can barely hear the hot, crackling wood over the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the roof as you motion for her to follow you where it’s dry. 

“I wanted to see you.” It’s her typical reply, but it never fails to make you smile. Though you do worry one of these days she will end up sick, you don’t seem to mind the thought of having to take care of her if it happens. 

She slips her stained sneakers off by the door as raindrops drip from the hem of her sundress all around. You grin as you eye the mess, and she can’t help but to giggle in embarrassment. 

“I’ll clean that up,” she promises as you smile wider, “but let’s get warmed up first, okay?” When she reaches for your hand, you slip your palm against her own before leading her down the hallway of your small cabin and making the first right into your bathroom. The thunder continues to echo throughout the skies, filling your small space with a reminder of the horrible afternoon weather, but you both ignore the sounds for now to begin undressing one another.

With a bitten lip, you slip the thin straps of a summer dress down her shoulders just as she begins to pluck the buttons to your white, flimsy shirt. When she reaches the zipper of your shorts, she wastes no time tugging until she has enough room to slip her fingers inside, coxing your clothes to the floor one item at a time. In the process, you move around her with giggles and laughter, bitten lips and shy smiles until her dress joins your clothes on the floor.

Of course she’s wearing nothing beneath. It’s hard to stop your gaze from wandering. From her lips, your eyes fall to her chest, taking in her shallow breaths before lingering lower to admire every inch of flesh uncovered just for you. While you’re lost in a daze at the sight of her, not even her sweet, familiar giggles can bring you back to reality as she finishes undressing you. Your lingerie falls to the floor to leave you just as bare as her, and now she’s the lucky one that gets to burn the sight of you in her memory forever.

Thunder shakes the earth outside once more, but you’ve done this too many times to care. She reaches to turn on the shower as the sounds of the stream mix with the raindrops hitting the windows. She pulls you close, her grinning lips finally meeting your own to have you melting into her arms. She whimpers against the kiss, allowing you a few seconds to cherish the softness, though you wish she were already warmer from running through the rain. 

That’s what you’re good for, you think, a permanent grin etched on your lips as the two of you step past the foggy glass doors of the shower. The warm water cascades down both of your bodies as she draws you in once again. Your lips crash into her own. Her hands find their way to rest against your hips. It doesn’t take long for each of you to begin warming up, feeling her naked, wet body pressed to your own, hearing her little whimpers that let you know she’s been dying to have you so close, touching each other, caring for one another.

When you pull away you swear there are stars in her eyes. She lights up the room and makes your heart flutter inside your chest, but you keep it to yourself for now other than the smile on your lips. You reach for the clean washcloth that you hung across the shower head only hours before when you were busy with washing laundry, making quick work of the suds once you begin lathering up enough cucumber body wash.

She inhales the scent with a smile, relaxing beneath the shower’s steaming stream and the way you begin to tend to her body. You take your time, sparing kisses here and there that make the both of you giggle while you clean her up, warming her skin, making her feel comfortable and safe in your presence. She tells you time and time again it’s why she likes making her way to your place every moment she can get, and you’re just thankful to have her near. 

“My turn,” she says, taking the soapy washcloth from you before pressing it to your chest. The heat rises to your cheeks as her gaze lowers to your breasts, watching her take her time cleaning you, running the cloth over every inch of skin until you feel your nipples harden beneath her touch. She notices, confirming the fact as she teases you with a single, soapy finger running around the erect bud until you can hold in your own whimpers no longer. “You’re cute.”

She teases you with a smirk, and the heat takes hold of your entire face. “Don’t tease me,” you tell her, eyes fluttering, in a single breath showing your need for her as she takes the hint. Her smirk fades, turning into a pout, but only for a moment before the devious glint in her eyes returns. She slips the cloth between your thighs as you widen your legs for her, taking a deep breath as you close your eyes and feel her caressing the tender, some-what ticklish skin just below where you begin to ache for her.

She continues to tease even though you warned her not to. She never listens, not about teasing you, or the fact that she will get sick from the rain, and only focuses on what she needs in the moment. Right now, you realize she enjoys the heaviness of your breaths and the way your eyelids flutter open to stare at her. She bats her lashes and grins, dropping the washcloth to press her hand against your folds. Your legs begin to quiver in anticipation, staring into her eyes and noticing her smirk return as she toys along the sensitive flesh of your aching warmth. 

Another deep breath is inhaled, and she mutters something about how glad she is to see you. You would agree if she weren’t parting your folds to tease your wet slit in the moment, and you settle on a bitten lip with your head rolling to one side. She takes it as a cue to continue, taking her time feeling the slick wetness begin to drip, mixing with the shower’s stream that continues to heat both of your bodies. She leans closer as she drags a single finger back and forth over your slit, teasing at your entrance just to feel how much you need her, before moving to your swollen clit that is so eager for attention.

“You’re such a tease,” you tell her in a breathy whisper, seconds before your lips crash into her own once again. She lingers for a moment, moaning against your flesh as she plays between your thighs, circling your clit around and around until you pull away in a gasp.

“But I’m your tease,” she replies, playfulness evident in her tone and you can’t help but to shake your head even though you feel the tension tugging between your thighs. 

“You’re lucky I like you.” You don’t sound as threatening as you wish due to your voice trembling while you speak, and she can only chuckle as she listens to empty words she knows you don’t mean. 

“I feel so lucky,” is all she says, her voice a whisper above the stream of water cascading around you as she eases two fingers to your entrance. A gasp fills the space between the two of you, feeling her slipping the digits inside of you to have your head rolling back against the white tiles. Your jaw slacks as you reach for a grip around her wrist, eyes shut tight but you feel her lips press against your cheek to ease the tension. “Mm, you feel so good around my fingers like this.”

Her voice sends chills down your spine, the reassuring words coaxing your body into a state of bliss as the feeling of being desired mixes with the pressure rising from her fingers inside of you. She pumps deeper, earning a moan of her name in return that fills her with satisfaction, and when her palm presses against your clit to apply pressure to your most sensitive areas, you lose all control with her. 

Her name leaves your lips in a tremble, an unsteady breath following another whimper, and it only encourages her need to pleasure you. “That feels… so good. Don’t stop.”

“I didn’t plan on it, baby,” she says, giggling in your ear before leaving kisses along your neck. “I want you to come on my fingers, can you do that for me?”

You nod as your back hits the tiled wall, nearly going limp as the bliss fills every inch of your body. She pushes her fingers deeper inside of you as her palm presses flat against your folds, urging your hips to begin rocking to receive more pleasure from her. You tighten your grip on her wrist as you do so, moaning her name, calling out for her not to stop, not to pull away, that you’re getting closer. She continues kissing your flesh in sweet, soft motions as she encourages you with whispers in your ear, telling you how she wants you to come, reminding you how much she loves it. 

As she pleasures you, she never pulls her lips from your body, her hand from between your thighs, and decides to tease and tend to your breasts while she’s at it. She reaches to press a palm to your chest, cupping your breast with one hand while the other thrusts two fingers deep within you, enjoying the way your whimpers become all the more shaky, breathy, and unsteady as she does so. A moment later she brushes the pad of her thumb over your erect nipple aching for attention, and you can’t help but to jut your chest out, begging for more. 

“Are you getting close, baby?” she asks, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “You’re getting so wet, and you’re squeezing around my fingers so tight.” With that, you finally notice your walls tightening around her two digits as they effortlessly push in and out of you. The friction of her palm only increases the pleasure, making a mess against her flesh and your own as you rock your hips back and forth. You feel the tension tightening, the heat rising, and the bliss taking hold of every inch of your body.

Before you can warn her, your jaw slacks as your head rolls back, hips stalling as you feel the first wave of pure bliss wash over you. The final thread snaps as your body grows limp, face twisting in pleasure as you cry out her name while coming undone. She never fails helping you through the bliss, continuing to thrust her fingers into you, allowing you to ride out the feeling of being on cloud nine for as long as possible.

When you begin to come down, you take a much needed deep breath while grinning at her. She leans closer, kissing your lips until she’s sure your legs have stopped shaking, and you decide to linger for a moment longer. 

She helps you clean yourself up before the both of you step out of the shower, with her reaching for a towel on the rack to her right. She begins drying you off, and you think she’s already done enough for you, but you don’t stop her. You like the attention she gives you just as much as you enjoy her company, and if you were being honest, you like when she is so adamant on sneaking over to your place to see you, even if it means running through the rain with the chance of getting sick.

Together, the two of you make your way across the hall to fall onto your bed, bodies only half-dried, but you tell yourself you will worry about it later. For now, you want to hold her close to you, becoming warm on cozy, clean sheets that smell like laundry detergent, with the rain still falling outside. You get a glimpse of your foggy bedroom window thanks to the curtains always remaining pulled back, lucky enough that you’re in the middle of nowhere and far away from any prying eyes. 

“Thanks for putting up with me,” she suddenly says, limbs tangled in limbs and her hand reaching to intertwine her fingers with your own as you lay on your sides facing one another.

Your face twists in a frown. “Putting up with you?”

She bites her lip to try to hide her grin, but ultimately she nods. “Yeah, sneaking over here when I should be helping my family out, picking peas or cleaning stables, you know… the usual.” She exhales a heavy breath, her eyes closing for only a moment as she allows the smile to finally cross her face. “I like it here… with you.” 

You prop yourself on your elbow with a call of her name, leaning closer as she stares at you. “I’m doing anything but putting up with you. I like it when you visit.” 

Her smile reaches her eyes at that, and she can’t help but to reach for you, bringing you close enough for her lips to meet your own. She holds you there for a moment, cherishing either the time you spend together or the feeling of you so close as your fingertips dance along the curve of her hip. You don’t mind either way, because what you tell her is the truth.

“Thanks,” she says in a heavy exhale when she pulls away, and you wonder how she could ever think anything different, but you don’t question it. You only decide to show her how much you enjoy her company.

In an instant, you’re on your knees before her as her eyes grow wide. Carefully, she watches you as you move closer, lowering your mouth to her lips for only a moment before you carry on. Placing kisses along her jaw and neck earns moans and soft, little whimpers in return, filling you with the same desire to pleasure her just as she did you. As you move lower, you leave soft, sweet kisses in your wake, down her chest, one on each breast and one right in the valley of both of them. 

The last kiss makes her giggle, but you realize how much you love the sound because you love when she’s happy, so you carry on, placing kisses down her stomach until you reach her mound. She inhales a sharp breath as your eyes flick up to meet her own for a moment, all before a gentle hand parts her thighs, giving you a view of her glistening slit. With a glance toward her, you notice her eyes close as her chest rises and falls, and you can’t help but to smirk because now she’s the one that has lost control. 

As you lean in to press your lips against her mound, you place a gentle grip on her thigh, feeling her quiver beneath your touch. When you continue to press kisses down her slit, she can’t help but to whimper, spreading her legs farther to invite you to do as you wish to her body. The gesture sends a wave of heat through you, eager to make her come undone just as she did to you. 

Though you wish to take your time, cherishing the sight of her open and needy, dying for your touch. Savoring the taste of her skin on your flesh as you draw your tongue over her swollen lips from one side, only to tease the other just the same. Burning the image of her fingers digging into the sheets because she has grown so desperate for pleasure from you working her up.

“Now who’s the tease?” she asks, and you chuckle, breathy and hot against her center. 

But you say nothing, deciding she’s waited long enough, and after being so generous to get you off in the shower, you can only do the same in return. The hand gripping her thigh begins caressing in long, soft motions just as your tongue slips between her folds, getting a taste of her juices gathering at her entrance before you lick a broad strip up to her clit. She shivers at the sensation, releasing little noises, soft moans and whimpers, here and there. It drives you further, wanting to watch her tremble in pleasure and come on your tongue. 

You repeat the motion to make sure she’s on the edge and ready for release, dragging the flat of your tongue from her juices dripping out up to her clit, loving the way she gasps as her body tenses. You remind her to relax with your palm caressing her thigh, and she does so the moment you fall into a rhythm of circling her swollen bud in long, soft strokes. 

You take your time tasting her, a relaxed tongue toying with her clit while she cries out for you. All before you press your lips to her flesh to suck gently, watching her back arch from the bed as her thighs tremble around you. When you release, you press the flat of your tongue to her folds, allow her to rock her hips against your mouth for a moment, giving her the pleasure her body is so desperate for.

You’re aware she needs a bit more pleasure to reach her peak, deciding to slip a hand between her thighs and press two fingers to her entrance. Your other arm snakes around her leg, pressing a firm palm against her lower stomach to keep her in place as you push your fingers inside of her dripping heat. 

Once again she cries out your name, gasping at the pressure before her noises turn into moans spilling from her lips. “That feels so good,” she whines as she tells you, “please, I want to come.” 

As she begs, a smirk grows over your wet lips as you lean between her legs once again, burying your fingers deeper, licking her clit with a broad stroke of your tongue as she attempts to buck her hips. You hold her in place with your palm against her stomach, repeating the motion as your fingers curl toward her belly button. 

“Are you gonna come, baby?” you ask, teasing her just as she did to you before, fingering her and applying pressure to her g-spot to have her eyelids fluttering closed and her head rolling back. “Come on my tongue,” you instruct, leaning in to press your lips to her slit, sucking her clit as she whimpers and clutches the sheets beneath her. 

As you continue to taste her, she continues to drip slick arousal over your fingers. She grows closer with every circle of your tongue around her clit, every whimper that falls from her lips, and every time you pump and curl your fingers inside of her. She can’t help but to call out for you, warning you she’s getting close, telling you how incredible it feels when you’re between her thighs. You feel her body tense beneath you, only a second before her moans grow quite, realizing she’s coming undone as her thighs quiver and a final gasp fills the room. Her hips struggle to move even though you have a hold on her, but you never pull your mouth away from her clit, continuing to pleasure her throughout her high until you realize her body begins to settle as she comes down.

When you finally pull away, you wipe your mouth with a grin, noticing her shaking in the aftermath of bliss, and all you want to do is pull her close. You crawl up her body, placing soft kisses here and there, beneath her belly button, between her breasts, on her neck, until you reach her lips. She embraces you fully, tasting herself on your tongue and moaning in satisfaction. She pulls away with a grin, and never hesitates to snuggle closer to you. Your legs become tangled in each other once again, an arm draped around your stomach, a hand in her hair. You think you hear her heartbeat mixing with the rain outside as well as the fire dying down to a low crackle in the living room, or maybe it’s your own heart running wild this time. 

You don’t mind either way. You love it when she’s with you. You love it when it rains. 

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She looks too adorable in her pajamas (actually, your pajamas) that you just can’t leave her be. She sits with her legs crossed beneath her as the book her tired eyes scan over rests in her lap, and all you can focus on is the way the strap of her baby blue top has fallen from her shoulder and how her teeth nibble on her bottom lip when she concentrates.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” When she teases you, your eyes widen, not realizing she noticed you even while reading the chapter in her novel. A light-hearted giggle follows the words, her eyes shifting to you with a lick of her lips. “Like what you see?”

A smile spreads over your lips before you answer. “Of course.” Then you sigh, all grins fading as her brow wrinkles. “But…”

“But?” She asks, brows now rising.

“But…” The word lingers on your tongue for a moment, eyes rolling up in thought. “Well, you’ve been reading for a while, and…”

“And?” she asks again, snickering.

“…and I’m a bit bored. A bit lonely. Mostly cold and needy.” It’s true, and the pout on your lips confirms as she closes the book to toss to the coffee table in front of her, making sure not to knock over her empty mug that used to be full of hot chocolate.

“So, what should we do about that?” she asks, reaching to tug lightly against your flimsy, grey t-shirt. You follow the pull until your lips brush against her own with her breath hot against your cheek once she tilts her head.

“I had a few things in mind.” A sly grin forms at the corners of your mouth a second before her skin is pressed to your own, warming your entire body with just one touch as the smell of lavender fills your nose.

Once her back falls against the sofa you have ample room to fit snug between her parted thighs, soft moans beginning to be shared between you both as her fingers wrap firmly around your neck. You can’t help yourself, touching her is what you have been dying to do, so your palm presses to her thigh before slipping low enough to earn a whimper from her lips.

When your fingers press to her clothed center, her lips leave yours once her jaw falls open, another soft moan escaping her to fill your ears. You can’t help but to grin, slipping your fingers up and down to tease her through her pajamas, seconds before her hands lower down to your chest. Taking you by surprise, cold fingertips find their way beneath your shirt, brushing over your skin until her thumbs begin to tease two hardened nipples.

Your back arches to push your chest into her hands, inviting her to do as she wishes while you begin to tug on the elastic of her thin pajamas pants. Her fingers pinch and squeeze your nipples ever so lightly, drawing out a few gasps while making it difficult to concentrate on getting your hand between her thighs once again, yet you succeed after a moment to slip your palm over her slit, feeling the dampness of her growing arousal against your skin.

Her  actions halt for a moment, getting lost in the way you touch her as her eyes flicker before fluttering to a close and her breaths catch in her throat. Your palm is replaced by two fingers slipping up and down her slit, teasing her gently beneath her pajamas while thankful she decided to forget her panties for the evening.

A steady stream of soft, delightful moans spill from her lips as you raise your body for a moment to take in her slacked jaw and eyes screwed shut, all the while reaching with your other hand to tug her loose pajama pants down her hips, giving yourself better access. Once the elastic is resting against her thighs, you finally notice the glistening of her juices against her skin, realizing how worked up she had become.

A smirk forms as you dip your head back down to her lips, silencing her noises of pleasure for a moment while pressing your fingers to her clit. Bliss fills her in the form of small circles against the swelling bud, drawing out each whimper against your lips she releases. It doesn’t take long for her moans to be accompanied by her rolling her hips to meet the friction between her thighs, and your patience begins to wear thin as you notice her struggling to clamp them around your hand.

“I can feel you getting so, so wet,” you tease her, lust dripping from every word as the ache between your own thighs grows. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold on, loving the way her face twists with pleasure and her body begs you for more, yet needing a release of your own just from watching her.

The moment you slip your fingers from her clit to ease inside of her, her legs tighten around your body, trembling as a subtle gasp hits your ears. Your mouth lowers to her jaw, pressing kisses here and there until your teeth scrape lightly across the skin of her neck, earning a breathy whimper of your name. By the time you’re curling your fingers inside of her you had already moved to her chest, thankful her top with the loose straps has already fallen off her shoulders to provide easy access for your lips to wrap around her hardened nipple after lowering the fabric just a bit more.

“I wanna-wanna come,” she exhales, hips moving against your hand in slow rolls once your thumb presses to her clit. Her nails dig into your side, letting you know just how good you’re making her feel even if her symphony of moans are enough validation. “I’m getting… getting close.” She becomes so breathless as you tease her nipples with flicks of your tongue while drawing her end closer, fingers curled inside of her to hit her most sensitive spot and thumb circling her aching, swollen clit.

You know she won’t last much longer, making your desire to fill her with pleasure rise as your mouth lowers down her body, pulling your hand from between her thighs only momentarily to earn a dissatisfied moan in return. However, once she catches on as you begin to peel the pajama bottoms from her body to toss to the floor, she remains content until the moment your tongue slips between her folds to taste her juices.

Breathy curses and gasps and whimpers fill the air as you part her thighs with both palms pressed against her heated skin, tongue circling her clit to draw out every single noise of pleasure she tries to hide behind a bitten lip. From the way she trembles against your hands, you know she’s getting closer and that’s when you decide to allow her to linger on the edge of ecstasy for a moment as you lower your motions to her dripping center, tasting her juices to watch her squirm while she becomes impatient.

“P-please,” she mutters a moment before you lick back up to her clit and circle the swollen bud once again. You focus all your attention on getting her off while watching her come undone before you. A final gasp fills the living room, her thighs tighten around you where even your hands can’t keep them apart, and her hips push against your eager mouth while you never stop sucking against her clit until the moment her body slacks before you.

You pull away grinning, wiping your mouth with a satisfied smirk as she lays breathless before you. You lick your lips of any remnants of her arousal before lowering yourself to kiss her lips once, and in attempting to pull away, she clutches your t-shirt just like before to pull you back in for seconds. A soft moan vibrates her skin from your lips, allowing her to taste herself on your tongue a few seconds before settling on your heels.

However, as she regains her mind and energy, a devilish grin forms on her lips, only a second before she’s rising to pull her flimsy top from her body to toss aside and leave her bare. She pushes you against the sofa before attacking your lips playfully, soft chuckling between the kiss while taking you by surprise.

“Clothes off,” she commands, though still slightly shaken from the pleasure once she begins to pull your t-shirt over your head, followed by her tugging on your thin pajama shorts.

You sit before her in nothing but a pair of skimpy, peach-colored panties, and she is quick to tug them aside with her finger hooking into the base of the fabric as she peppers kisses over your lips, cheek, and jaw. Your body melts into the couch, allowing her to have her way as her lips ghost over your neck the moment she reaches to tease your slit with a single finger.

“You’re already soaked, baby,” she informs you with a satisfied groan following, as if you weren’t aware how worked up you had gotten yourself pleasuring her. The ache between your thighs already warned you how much you would be dripping by the time she touched you, yet it came as a surprise to her.

Your only reply is a soft whimper of her name, hips pushing toward her to ask for more. The need for release grows and your entire body flushes with heat, desire, lust, once her fingers press to your clit.

“Tell me what you want,” she orders you, “let me hear you say it.”

She’s getting cocky, you think, knowing after reaching her end she is in a position to be, yet you can’t deny her request.

“Make me come,” you gasp, eyes shutting tight, head lolling back, “please. With your tongue.” Dying to receive the same treatment, you push all pride aside seconds before she dips her head lower, opening your eyes long enough to see the wicked smirk on her lips before her tongue darts out to lick a single stripe up your slit.

Your hips jerk in response, thighs threatening to close if it weren’t for steady palms pressed against them.  She repeats the motion, earning soft moans in return when her tongue finds your clit to slip up and down, if only to tease. However, you find it hard to care when bliss fills you instantly, loving the way she knows exactly what you like as she performs slow, steady circles around and around.

The same stream of noises slip from your lips you previously earned from her, gently rocking your hips against her tongue to get lost in the pleasure she offered. Your hands lowered to cup your own breasts as soft whimpers of her name mixed with curses filled the room, feeling her tongue quicken with its pace around your clit.

Just as you’re slipping away to heaven with her mouth against your skin, she surprises you by lining up two fingers to ease them inside your clenched walls, curling the digits a moment later. A gasp spills from within, back arching from the sofa as your hands lower to entangle fingers into strands of her hair.

She realizes your end is near as she continues to gently pump her fingers against the spot that has you seeing stars, tongue working against your clit before her lips wrap around to lightly suck the swollen, aching bud. Your jaw slacks. Your body trembles. Your eyes remain shut tight and the noises you release fade into silence as the first rush of bliss swells and surges through you.

Every limb, finger, and toe tingles with electricity and she never pulls her mouth away as you ride out the pleasure against her tongue and fingers. Moans and gasps and whimpers pour from your lips a moment later, getting lost in the ecstasy, getting lost in the moment, and getting lost in the way that she knows to love you best.

When she finally pulls away, you’re left breathless and motionless on the sofa, other than your thighs still quivering as the remnants of pleasure trickle through your body. Your mind is a mess and between your thighs even more so, knowing the both of you need a hot, relaxing shower to come down before bed.

“So, still bored, lonely, cold, and needy?” she asks with words taunting you with every syllable and a teasing grin. You quickly shake your head, chuckling while staring up at her behind sleepy eyes.

“Of course not,” you quickly reply, leaning forward to grip her by the waist and pull her close. “Well, maybe a little cold. But that’s nothing we can’t fix together.”

Her lips lingering on yours after you finish speaking sparks the warmth you need inside of you with a kiss, knowing that whatever the problem is - whether you’re bored, lonely, cold, or needy - she is always the remedy.