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Once Eve’s body began to recover and her breaths slowed, she exclaimed, “Oh my god, you’re far too good at that.”
Villanelle was elated to have given Eve such pleasure while at the same time enjoying it herself more than she usually does. And she wasn’t anywhere near done with Eve.
She climbed up Eve’s body, now damp with sweat which Villanelle kind of enjoyed. She propped herself up on an elbow, next to and against Eve’s body and kissed her. Eve could taste herself on Villanelle’s tongue and was surprised at how much she liked it. There was something raw and intimate about it.
Villanelle pulled away from the kiss and gazed at her intensely, her free hand now mindlessly caressing her torso. A finger running over her belly, trailing along her ribs, the pad of her middle finger circling ever so slightly around one of her nipples, but not touching the tip.
“You haven’t had enough yet??” Eve said with surprise in her voice.
“Not by far.”
“Well you’re going to have to give me a minute. Not all of us are 26 with endless energy.”
Villanelle rolled away onto her back and as she shifted on the bed, a muffled voice rose from beneath the duvet, making them both stop and listen. Villanelle cocked her head, hearing it again. Her hand reached under the covers and she pulled out the plastic heart. “Admit it, Eve. You wish I was here.” Villanelle barked out a laugh and looked to a smiling Eve, turned it off and tossed it behind her head where it disappeared into the darkness of the apartment.
“God, that stupid bear,” Eve said, shaking her head.
“But I was right wasn’t I? Admit it, Eve, you’re glad I’m here now, aren’t you?”
“You are so cocky!”
Villanelle responded, feigning offense and shock at the insult, “Me?!” She smirked and said, “Well, you love it.”
“Don’t tell me what I love!” she exclaimed playfully, propelling herself up from her position to on top of Villanelle, who was quite taken aback by the gesture.
“Eve, what are you doing?”
“Shhhh… don’t talk,” she said as she placed the tip of her pointer finger onto Villanelle’s lips to silence her.
Eve sat up, straddling Villanelle. Villanelle now got to experience this sight of looking up at Eve from the bed as Eve had earlier. Her hair was tousled and wild. Her eyes sparkled with delight. Eve had brought her hands together to place both palms on Villanelle’s abdomen which slightly pushed her breasts together. Fuck, she was perfect.
Eve began moving her hips in a rhythmic fashion. Rolling forward a bit, then back and repeating. Grinding into Villanelle’s crotch over her pants.
“Eve, you don’t have t---“
Eve stilled all movement. “Do you really want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Alright then. Tell me not to stop.”
Villanelle was floored by this sudden burst of confidence and sexual prowess Eve was exuding. She knew Eve was capable of taking charge when she was managing a case and putting clues together, but it made her all the more aroused to see it spill over into the bedroom. Villanelle usually liked to dominate most situations, and sex was no exception. She wasn’t sure she was ready to submit to this, but she did like this side of Eve.
Because she was lost in these thoughts, she hesitated to respond which made Eve all the more serious.
“Go ahead, tell me not to stop. Ask nicely though.”
“Please, don’t stop.”
Eve began grinding again, palming both of Villanelle’s breasts. She took one nipple between her fingers and pinched just a little harder than what was expected and Villanelle sucked in air and turned her head to the side biting down on her bottom lip.
“Look at me, Villanelle,” she said as she let up on the pressure.
Villanelle turned and focused her attention back to Eve.
Eve unbuttoned Villanelle’s pants and with a quick zip she was pulling them down her legs and off her feet.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” she ordered.
Villanelle slowly complied, hiding a grin, deciding she secretly loved this.
Eve also secretly loved this. Villanelle had such a commanding presence that she wanted to take down a few pegs. Not forever, just for now.
The silhouette of Villanelle’s bare back, sloping down to her panty covered hips and gorgeous bare legs left her mouth dry and her pussy wet.
She straddled Villanelle right at the bottom curve of her ass. She leaned forward to rake her nails down Villanelle’s back with just enough pressure to elicit a breathy sigh. Chills ran down Villanelle’s back and prickled her skin. Oh god, she was in trouble.
Eve wanted to enjoy taking her time gazing at Villanelle’s perfect skin. So she rolled off of Villanelle and sat up on her knees at Villanelle’s side and began to run her fingers lightly along the back of her legs, just tickling her a little. When she ran her hand down her back, she slipped the tip of her finger under the waistband of her panties, just momentarily, teasing her. She did this a few more times, each time going a little further. She also approached the seam of her panties from the bottom, slipping her finger under just enough, lightly caressing the swell of her ass cheek.
She slowed her caressing and asked, “Do you want me to touch you?”
Villanelle, who had been facing the other way, now turned her head to face Eve.
“Do you want to touch me, Eve?”
Eve placed her hands on her own thighs and sighed…“Well you let this go on longer than I thought you would, but boy you just really have a hard to doing the submission thing don’t you? Well heaven knows I could never keep that up for very long, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t great fun. You should have seen your face!”
Eve let out a hearty laugh and Villanelle half turned herself over to look at her, her mouth agape and semi-annoyed, but couldn’t stay that way for long. She chuckled a bit and then also sat up to face Eve.
“Gee, work a girl up and then leave her hanging why don’t you?” she teased.
“Oh, make no mistake, just because I can’t keep up the dominating bit, doesn’t mean I don’t want to ravage you.”
Villanelle’s eyes got wide and then she grinned seductively. “Prove it.”
That was all the motivation she needed. Eve practically pounced onto Villanelle, pushing her down by her shoulders, capturing her mouth with hers before she could utter any words of resistance. But Villanelle didn’t want to resist. She wanted to be consumed by Eve, left completely spent with no energy to move.
If was as if Eve had read her mind. Her hands were roving all over Villanelle’s body like she didn’t know where to touch first. Her tongue was in her mouth and Eve decided she could never tire of kissing Villanelle. Her lips were amazing. They were soft on the surface, but felt strong against her mouth. And then her hand was in her underwear.
“I can’t believe you still have these on. Let’s please be rid of them immediately.”
And with that they were pulled down and tossed aside now leaving a completely nude Villanelle at Eve’s disposal.
Villanelle thought she would die if Eve didn’t touch her where she wanted it most. And soon.
But luckily Eve showed no signs of slowing down and crawled right back on top of Villanelle, her hand sliding right up her inner thigh to her center. Villanelle had been aching to be touched so badly that upon first contact she thought she might come with the slightest movement. So when Eve’s fingers slipped through her wet folds to her swollen clit, she nearly cried out. But it was too good to let it be over that fast. She wished it could last forever as she let her fingers explore, trying to push down what was rising fast within her.
“I want you inside me, Eve,” she managed to breathe out.
Eve didn’t waste any time and pushed one finger inside her and gauged her reaction.
“Please Eve, more.”
Villanelle was so wet that she easily added a second finger and sped up her rhythm. Eve was captivated by the moans the blonde let out with increasing frequency.
The feeling was so delicious, it was building to be quite a climax. Eve decided she wanted her mouth involved before this was all over so she shifted herself down to Villanelle’s hips. Villanelle realized what Eve’s intensions were and part of her wanted to be surprised, but desperation had set in and she welcomed it.
Without removing her fingers, Eve’s mouth immediately began its exploration and before long her tongue was focused on Villanelle’s clit, repetitively licking, sucking and flicking over it. Between that and her pumping fingers, Villanelle broke apart, crying out in ecstasy. Moans, paired with extremely deep, rapid breaths and a few mutterings that sounded like some dirty Russian curse words escaped her lips.
Villanelle reckoned her second orgasm was even stronger than her first.
“Can you please do that every day till we grow old,” she uttered in-between deep breaths.
“Till we grow old, huh? We’d never make it that long.”
“You may be right.”
Eve settled down next to Villanelle’s side as she pulled at the covers, playing at the edges with her fingers.
They glanced at each other, exchanging soft smiles as their breathing evened out. Villanelle, seemingly sated, was now quiet.
Eve broke the silence. “I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“Where did you go after you got off the bus?”
“Oh you know, around,” she said with a wink. “I did stop to see Konstantin. He told me he is going to help me find my family.”
“Oh really, I thought they were dead.”
“Apparently not, only some of them are,” Villanelle answered.
Villanelle had been hurt by Konstantin’s uncaring way he dismissed her questions about her childhood and the comments he made about her looks. A big part of her wanted to know what Eve thought.
“Can you imagine me as a kid?” she asked hesitantly.
“I’m sure you were an impossible teenager, but I bet as a baby you were really cute.”
Villanelle, very surprised to hear this, turned her head quickly to stare at Eve who was looking off in another direction.
Eve sensed she was staring and turned to look at her.
“Do you really think so?” Villanelle asked with a child-like wonder.
“Oh please, you’re gorgeous. I know so,” Eve said, again looking away as if in thought, imagining a young Villanelle.
Villanelle didn’t know what to say. Despite everything Eve knew about her, she still thought the best of her. She continued to stare at Eve and her eyes began filling up. Eve looked back at her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Villanelle shrugged and she breathed out hard, her lips pursing as she controlled her emotions.
Eve leaned over and brushed a stray tear from the side of Villanelle’s face with her thumb, “Will you stay for a bit? We can watch a movie?” she offered.
Villanelle’s face lit up, pushing down her inner turmoil. “Only if I get to choose the movie,” she exclaimed, stretching over Eve and grabbing the remote from the side table. “You can choose the snacks.”
Eve playfully swiped at Villanelle’s arm, before pulling the duvet up over their bodies and leaning into her.
Smirking, she put her face next to Villanelle’s ear and said as breathily as she could, “I’m sure if we get hungry, we can find something to nibble on.”