you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Hotaru’s tender touch is a small shock to her system, catching needlessly in her throat, betraying that marble-wrought air of knowing what she wants and how she wants it. After all, isn’t that what everyone ultimately craves? Generous sex full of the ferocity of passion and the tenderness of care, of knowing a body inside and out and how to push the right buttons while feeling safe enough to let go. Wessex may have the safety part down (is anyone really going to mess with two naked women in the Oasis? Let alone an Ascended at night? No. No they are not) but the rest always seems just out of reach.
Her hands come up to cup the swell of the woman’s white, white ass and she squeezes a little, enjoying the feeling of supple flesh beneath her fingertips. She reaches up as Hotaru comes forward, tracing up the curve of her spine and the splay of her shoulder blades, spanning her hands out and bringing them back down her ribs, gliding, gliding over sensitive flesh to the narrow of the tiny woman’s waist. Smirking slightly up at the woman, Wessex turns her head to kiss her way up the pale thighs, nipping every now and then and stopping just short of the wet nest of curls.
With her hands over the tops of Hotaru’s thighs, gently guiding her in to place, she offers the same worship to her other thigh until she can feel wetness on her chin. Urging her gently to lean forward a little so that she might better reach her clit, Wessex begins to taste her with long strokes of her tongue, reaching for the sweetness and lingering on the nub at the top. Teasing, yes - but also working her way back with her hands, making sure two fingers would be able to easily slide inside her rider.
And when they do - if Hotaru will let her - she curls them up and forward, to that lovely little spot that will hopefully make her lovely little friend moan and groan and grind herself against Wessex’s tongue, which now begins to lash against her clit with some kind of determination.
Fuck, the anticipation is just as much for Wessex as it is for Hotaru, and the Ascended is one big ‘I’m going to cum’ moan from sinking her fangs into one thigh or the other. She hasn’t decided which yet.
Her hands come up to cup the swell of the woman’s white, white ass and she squeezes a little, enjoying the feeling of supple flesh beneath her fingertips. She reaches up as Hotaru comes forward, tracing up the curve of her spine and the splay of her shoulder blades, spanning her hands out and bringing them back down her ribs, gliding, gliding over sensitive flesh to the narrow of the tiny woman’s waist. Smirking slightly up at the woman, Wessex turns her head to kiss her way up the pale thighs, nipping every now and then and stopping just short of the wet nest of curls.
With her hands over the tops of Hotaru’s thighs, gently guiding her in to place, she offers the same worship to her other thigh until she can feel wetness on her chin. Urging her gently to lean forward a little so that she might better reach her clit, Wessex begins to taste her with long strokes of her tongue, reaching for the sweetness and lingering on the nub at the top. Teasing, yes - but also working her way back with her hands, making sure two fingers would be able to easily slide inside her rider.
And when they do - if Hotaru will let her - she curls them up and forward, to that lovely little spot that will hopefully make her lovely little friend moan and groan and grind herself against Wessex’s tongue, which now begins to lash against her clit with some kind of determination.
Fuck, the anticipation is just as much for Wessex as it is for Hotaru, and the Ascended is one big ‘I’m going to cum’ moan from sinking her fangs into one thigh or the other. She hasn’t decided which yet.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
