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Rebecca/Keeley
KINKTOBER DAY 20: Oral Fixation | Honeymoon | Shower Sex
Keeley thought it was just a thing Rebecca did when she was nervous. A punctual thing, maybe. To focus or whatever.
But then she realized Rebecca always had something in her mouth (or her mouth on something). Always sucking on something. Once, Rebecca complained to her that Higgins did the exact same thing, that he would chew the tip of his pens away. Of course, Rebecca never bit her pens, just sucked on them.
That was the difference. And of course, you would never see the Rebecca Welton sucking on a pen in public. Or on anything, in front of anyone. So Keeley felt a little special when the blonde was finally comfortable enough with her to have a full-blown fidgeting session without worrying if Keeley saw her sucking on something.
“You're such a sucker for me, huh, babe?”
Keeley breathes, and she's about to let out a chuckle at her very clever wordplay when Rebecca lets out a quiet moan that reverberates in her throat, and a small drop of saliva drools from the corner of her mouth as Keeley presses her finger inside her mouth. Rebecca's lips are warm around her fingers as she sucks on them. Eagerly, almost obscenely as Rebecca stares at her with her green eyes and blown pupils, a small sense of desperation makes her body ache as Keeley seems to want to take her fingers away because Rebecca needs to be filled.
Keeley is pretty sure her knees might buckle when the blonde lets out a quiet whimper.
“You want more, baby?” Keeley sighs, moving to brush her thumb over Rebecca's jawline. “Of course you do. You know what, love?”
Rebecca looks up at her, green eyes lightening up as she presses herself against Keeley’s body in anticipation. The blonde lifts her head slightly, cocking her head almost pleading.
“You’ve been so good to me, haven't you?” Keeley says softly, and Rebecca nods. “Yes, of course you’ve been. Come here, babe.”
Keeley, displaying how she has recently mastered the skill of doing-things-with-just-one-hand, unclasps her bra before she motions with her head to Rebecca to go ahead. Keeley takes her fingers off Rebecca's mouth, and the blonde mumbles a quiet thank you, before she feels Keeley's nails on the back of her neck, guiding her lower.
It is a matter of seconds until Rebecca has her lips wrapped around one of Keeley's nipples. Her teeth graze it softly as her tongue works its way through it, her hands wrapping tightly around the frame of Keeley's body to pull her closer. She tilts her head slightly, resting her head against Keeley's chest, and Keeley moves her free hand to slide her fingers through Rebecca's hair.
She gently pulls on the blonde hair, and Rebecca lets out a needy sound against her nipple. A small bolt of pleasure hits Keeley's gut right there as the blonde's soft lips latch onto her nipple again.