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“Mmmngh...”
Suletta groans as something hot and wet gently prods her through the haze of her slumber. She cracks open one eye to see some slight movement underneath the blanket covering the lower half of her body. A small smile spreads across her face as she reaches forward to lift it, finding exactly what she’d been expecting.
Miorine’s lips are wrapped around her cockhead. Their eyes meet, and hers are sparkling mischievously as she releases Suletta with a popping sound.
“Morning, Suletta,” she says, her voice low and sultry, before running her tongue along the underside of her length.
Suletta giggles, reaching out to ruffle Miorine’s hair. Now this is a welcome change from the past month of waking up alone in bed every morning. “Heheh, g’morning Mio.”
Miorine moans softly as she lavishes over Suletta’s shaft, her eyes fluttering shut like she’s the one being pleasured. “Honestly,” she says as she kisses her way up from the base, “I can’t believe you’d wake me up with your big stupid boner like this.” Her tongue swirls around the tip as she takes it into her hand and gives it a few slow strokes. “Stamina monster. Was last night not enough for you?” She gently grips the base and swallows half the length, silvery eyes swirling with lust as she meets Suletta’s own.
“I’ll never get enough of you, my Miorine.” She means it. Miorine, her beautiful goddess, her light, the woman who Suletta would give every star in the universe if only she just asked. The sex is pretty good, too.
Miorine raises an eyebrow as she pulls off of her. “Oh?” She sits up, the blanket falling away and revealing her body, her chest and shoulders and thighs covered in purple hickeys and bite marks, her pink nipples already stiff in the cool morning air. She moves to straddle Suletta’s waist, staring down at her hungrily. “Wanna test that?”
Suletta doesn’t answer with words, just more giggling. She places her hands on Miorine’s hips, guiding her so that she’s hovering over her stiff cock. Miorine sinks down onto it, and it slides right in. They both moan as they’re joined together.
“Don’t...don’t go on any more...business trips,” Suletta gasps as Miorine starts to ride her slowly. “Ah...I...I don’t wanna...sleep alone like that...f-for so long.”
“Nnh...I don’t either,” Miorine grunts, rolling her hips. “If I...if I had a choice, I’d...never leave your side.”
“Maybe...maybe I could come with you?” Suletta looks up at her, beaming. Miorine is beautiful, no matter how you look at her. But this angle, viewed from below, her eyes lidded and lips parted in pleasure, hips rocking back and forth almost hypnotically, is a special one that only Suletta gets to see.
“What--ah!--what about the school?” She starts moving faster. “Nngh, god, you’re so fucking big...”
“Oh yeah,” Suletta’s face falls, but only for a moment. It’s hard to be disappointed when Miorine is bouncing on her cock. “Having...having a job is...hnn...annoying sometimes.”
“It really fucking is. Ah!” Miorine’s walls flutter around Suletta, already trying to milk the seed out of her.
Suletta moves her hands to cup Miorine’s ass, pulling her down harder. “At least it’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, at least--AHHN!” Miorine spasms on top of her and slumps forward, trembling. “F-fuck, Suletta, I’m so close!” She continues to gyrate her hips, desperately chasing the climax that’s just out of reach.
Suletta knows just how to get her there. She snakes her hand to Miorine’s front and rubs her thumb in circles over her clit, and watches in delight as Miorine comes undone on top of her. Her own orgasm follows quickly, mixing inside her with all the ones from the night before.
Miorine lies on top of her. Their heaving chests are pressed together, and their sweaty skin is sticking. Suletta smiles and gently kisses Miorine’s damp hair.
“Should we get breakfast?” She whispers against Miorine’s scalp.
Miorine raises her head, and the sweat on her skin almost seems to glow in the morning sunlight. “I think we should shower first,” she says.
“But we’re just going to get dirty again.”
Miorine scoffs and rolls her eyes playfully. “Is there a thought in your head that isn’t about sex or food?”
Suletta grins. “I think about anime sometimes.”
“Idiot,” Miorine says before kissing her. “Come on, let’s get out of bed.”
The shower had been a long one, in no small part because they had been too busy touching each other’s bodies to actually clean themselves. It’s almost like her fingers are still warm from being inside Miorine, and just thinking about it is starting to get her hard again.
But she can’t think about that right now. She’ll burn the eggs.
Suletta is wearing an apron and nothing else as she carefully maneuvers a fried egg onto a piece of toast, joining the slice of tomato she’d put there earlier. She repeats with the second egg, slightly firmer than the first, onto a second piece of toast. With a little salt and pepper sprinkled on top breakfast is finished, and she smiles and admires her handiwork.
She calls out for her wife. “Miorine, breakfast is--oh!”
Turns out she doesn’t even need to summon her. Miorine is already right behind her, sliding her hands under the cloth of the apron and massaging her breasts.
“Thanks,” Miorine says into her shoulder as she kneads Suletta’s soft flesh in her palms.
Suletta balances herself on the counter with her arms and arches slightly into Miorine’s touch. Truthfully she doesn’t feel much when Miorine does this, and she’s not sure if it’s due to nerve damage or if her breasts were just never that sensitive to begin with, but Miorine loves them. And Suletta’s not going to deny her, because she loves Miorine.
Still, she could have picked a better time to play with them. “Don’t you want to eat breakfast first?”
“No,” Miorine answers bluntly as she pinches and rolls Suletta’s nipples between her fingers. Suletta moans softly as she feels Miorine’s teeth sink into her shoulder.
She can’t see it, but Suletta can feel that Miorine is even more naked than she is right now. And she has the audacity to call her insatiable.
“Do you really want to do this in the kitchen?”
“What? It’s not like anyone is here to interrupt us anymore.”
“Oh, heheh. True.”
With Eri’s new body being sufficiently mobile -- and humanlike -- to care for her, Elnora had decided that it was time to give her youngest and her daughter-in-law “the space a married couple might need.” She didn’t say it, but neither of them could shake the sense that she had specifically been referencing an incident where she had rolled into the kitchen to find Miorine with her underwear around her ankles and Suletta on her knees before her, at 7:30 in the morning. It hadn’t helped that after moving out had been initially proposed Eri had leaned over and whispered in Suletta’s ear that she wanted to make sure there was room for grandkids, much to her embarrassment.
Whatever the reason, they have the house to themselves, and no good excuse not to take advantage of that. Suletta moans and presses back against Miorine, feeling one of her hands drift lower and wrap around her shaft.
“So did I do this to you, or were you already this hard when I got here?” Her breath tickles Suletta’s neck.
“Um...” It’s hard to give a straight answer when Miorine is pressed against her back, when her soft hand is slowly stroking her. “I...I-I was thinking about you, s-so...”
“Really? You’ve been thinking about me a lot today, haven’t you?” She can feel the smirk against her shoulder.
Suletta moans softly and bucks her hips into Miorine’s hand. “I...I thought about you every day...wh-when you were gone.”
“Oh?” Miorine twists her nipple, and at the same time slightly speeds up her strokes. “What sort of things were you thinking about doing with me?”
“W-working in the greenhouse...going on...going on dates...c-c-cuddling...o-other...stuff...”
There’s a pinch under her shoulder blade where Miorine sucks a purple mark onto her skin, and Suletta can feel her moaning lowly against her.
“Did you touch yourself?”
Oh, did she ever. She’d tried her hardest to keep herself together and get through that whole lonely month, but on some nights it was almost impossible to sleep without Miorine next to her. She’d needed something, anything that could bring her half the comfort her wife could, and thinking of her as she pleasured herself was all she could do.
Suletta answers honestly. “Yesss...”
“I did too,” Miorine says as she runs her tongue along Suletta’s spine. “I was thinking about everything I was going to do to you when I got back.”
“What...what kind of things?” Miorine is stroking faster, and Suletta is starting to feel lightheaded. Pre is already soaking through the apron. “Was this...ahh...was this something you...wanted to do?”
“Something like this,” Miorine says, now leaving hickeys all over Suletta’s back and shoulders. “Touching you all over, pushing you down, riding you until I can’t move anymore...maybe then you’d take over and ravish me...”
Suletta whines and desperately tries to fuck Miorine’s hand. They did all those things last night already, but she wouldn’t mind doing that again. Her cock twitches at the thought.
“Maybe as long as we’re in the kitchen,” her hand speeds up even further, and Suletta’s vision starts getting fuzzy at the edges, “maybe I could bend you over the table and fuck you with the strap. Would you like that?”
Suletta answers with a long, shuddering moan as she cums into Miorine’s hand. The apron is now completely soiled.
“...Just from the thought of me pegging you?” Bemused laughter eases into Miorine’s voice. “Really?”
“Ah...um...w-well...” Heat flushes throughout Suletta’s body, and she’s not sure if it’s post-orgasmic haze or if she’s actually embarrassed. “I...uh...sorry.”
“Hey.”
Miorine removes her hands from under the apron and gently maneuvers Suletta so that she’s facing her. Her eyes are sparkling with so much affection, and Suletta immediately forgets any reason she has to be anything but happy and content right now.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Miorine places her hands on Suletta’s shoulders and raises herself up onto her tiptoes, and Suletta understands the signal as she leans down to meet her lips with her own.
“Heheh, maybe not,” Suletta murmurs into the kiss. “I just got really excited thinking about that, though.”
“So is that something you want me to do?” Miorine breaks the kiss and looks up at her, smiling softly.
“Can we?” Suletta feels the rush of joy flood through her body and settle between her legs. She’s not yet hard again, but she still feels herself twitching slightly.
“Sure,” Miorine says, stroking Suletta’s cheek with her thumb. “But before that we should probably eat. I wouldn’t want your cooking to go to waste.”
“Now you want to eat breakfast?”
Miorine smirks. “I just wanted my fill of you first.”
It has been about two hours since Miorine had rendered Suletta a crying, moaning, leaking mess on their dining room table, and somehow, miraculously, they have not done anything sexual since. They’ve mostly been doing chores. Cleaning. Laundry, mainly. They sure have made a lot of laundry lately. Especially that apron, which Miorine had specifically asked Suletta not to take off until she was done with her.
Suletta can hardly complain. She’s not bothered by chores at all, and even kind of likes them. But there’s a world of difference between doing them on her own and doing them with Miorine. It’s especially nice as a little break from their marathon lovemaking.
Well, it’s not like she’s done having sex with her wife. It’s just a little break. They’ll pick things back up eventually. Soon, probably, because they finished with the laundry about twenty minutes ago.
They’re both fully clothed by now. Suletta sits on the couch, playing a few casual online matches in this fighting game she’s been getting into lately, and Miorine lies across it, engrossed in a book. Her feet are resting across Suletta’s legs.
This has to be deliberate on her part, Suletta thinks as Miorine’s bare feet shift slightly and brush up against her thigh. It’s almost cost her a match a few times. But really, she’s spent enough time playing this while Miorine is away. Why bother when there’s something so much better literally in her lap?
As soon as she’s in the matchmaking lobby again she exits and sets the controller aside. A quick glance in Miorine’s direction suggests that she hasn’t noticed, that she’s still absorbed in her book, but Suletta knows by now that she might be feigning that aloofness. The way her toes curl and stretch certainly feels like she’s anticipating something.
Suletta caresses the underside of one of her feet and runs a thumb across her toes. The nails are painted such a gorgeous color, a rich, dark purple with something glittery, like the inside of a geode. Miorine had gotten them done just yesterday, on a final stop between the nearby permet elevator and home, because she knew that the one thing that would somehow make her wife even happier to see her again was a fresh pedicure. She’d been right, because Suletta could barely keep them out of her mouth last night. As she cups the heel and lifts the foot to face level, she wonders if she’ll be able to show any restraint now that the initial excitement of their reunion has simmered down.
Probably not. She never does.
Suletta kisses the top of Miorine’s foot, gently and respectfully, a wordless communication of utter devotion. A reminder to Miorine that she has Suletta’s heart, soul, body, everything, it’s all hers. Suletta’s eyes flit to her wife’s face again. The book has been pulled closer to her face, in what’s now an obvious attempt to hide. What’s she hiding? A smile? A blush? Suletta figures she’ll find out soon enough.
Miorine’s skin is salty as Suletta licks from the knuckles of her toes to her ankle. Long, slow, taking time to savor. Suletta does this several times, until the top of Miorine’s foot is slightly damp. All the while she massages the heel in her palm and strokes the sole with her fingers, just the way Miorine likes.
Miorine is now peering over the top of her book. Her eyes meet Suletta’s, and Suletta does not break contact as she kisses her instep and licks a stripe up her sole.
This is what finally gets a response out of her. Her eyes crinkle a little, and that’s how Suletta knows she’s smiling behind that book. She smiles back, giddy, before taking her big toe into her mouth.
“I was wondering when you were going to take that bait,” Miorine says as she reaches behind her to set the book down. “You’re predictable like that.”
“So are you,” Suletta says against her toes. “You wouldn’t put your feet there if you didn’t want me to touch them.”
“That’s true,” she says, slightly breathy. One of her hands slides under her own shirt. “I’ve trained you pretty well.”
“You have,” Suletta says as she weaves her tongue between Miorine’s toes. She adjusts her position so that she’s now facing Miorine, and gently lifts the other foot so that they’re both held up to her face.
“That’s so hot,” Miorine says, almost moaning as she watches Suletta worship her feet. Her shirt has ridden up slightly, and while Suletta can’t see what her hand is doing, she’s pretty sure Miorine is playing with her own breasts. “Fuck...you’re so hot when you’re licking my feet like a dog.”
Suletta just moans around Miorine’s toes, her mouth too full to respond with anything more articulate. She sucks harder and lets the scent of her sweat overtake her senses. It drives her maybe a little wild.
Her erection is straining hard in her pants, something Miorine has almost certainly noticed by now. She undoes the button to relieve a little pressure, but nothing else. Right now this is about Miorine. Her own needs can come later.
Miorine moans lowly as her other hand snakes down her stomach and disappears under the waistband of her shorts. It’s obvious what she’s doing as her fingers come to rest between her legs and start moving under the fabric.
Suletta pauses. She’s more than happy to lick Miorine’s feet until they’re clean because pleasuring Miorine is her job. But if Miorine is going to pleasure herself in her stead...well, that’s not something she can allow.
“No,” she growls, letting go of Miorine’s feet and reaching for her shorts. She pulls them down her legs, and with Miorine not wearing any underwear her pretty pink pussy is already before her, soaking wet. She already has a finger inside it, pumping in and out. “Let me do that.”
Suletta takes Miorine’s wrist and lifts her hand away, slick stretching out in a long string from her finger to the sticky place it was just buried. She doesn’t wait for Miorine to say anything. She just dives right in.
Miorine’s back arches and her fingers tangle themselves in Suletta’s hair. A moan tears its way from her throat as Suletta’s tongue plunges inside her. Suletta licks, kisses, sucks, devours everything of Miorine’s she can reach. She lives to please Miorine, and by her honor she is going to do just that.
Miorine comes with a gasp, her thighs squeezing down on either side of Suletta’s head. Suletta drinks in her orgasm like the reward it is.
“That always works,” Miorine pants, smiling. “You’ll never let me touch myself if you can help it, huh?”
Suletta settles on top of her, chin resting in her modest cleavage. “I’d rather do it for you. And...and you like it better when I do it.”
“I do,” Miorine ruffles her sweaty red hair. “You do such a good job.”
Suletta is reminded of her own arousal as one of Miorine’s feet brushes against her bulge. She lets out a small gasp in spite of herself.
“I think you deserve something in return, hm?”
Suletta’s head buzzes. With what, she can’t even pinpoint, it’s so much. Happiness. Arousal. Alcohol. It’s all mixing around together in there, into something that makes her feel like she’s about to burst.
They had finally, finally decided to leave the house, figuring that they’d fooled around enough that they’d be able to act like people in public. They’d gotten dinner at a neighborhood bar, where they’d perhaps been a bit overconfident in their ability to behave around each other and ordered drinks. Not even that many. One beer each. Yet somehow hands and legs had brushed wantonly under the table until Suletta almost felt glad that her body didn’t work quite as well as it once did, because that had been just about the only thing stopping her from leaping across the table and taking Miorine in the booth.
She marvels at her wife’s restraint. She’d been perfectly composed right up until the second the check had been paid, at which point she had all but dragged Suletta into the restroom.
There had been a slight disagreement over whether to take the disabled stall. Yes, Suletta would have taken it, if she’d come in here to do normal public restroom things. But she’s not here for that, and wouldn’t want to inconvenience anyone who might actually need it. Besides, she has her crutches with her for support. She’ll be fine, she insists.
She’s been proving it pretty well so far, keeping her balance even as Miorine arches and grinds against her.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me,” Miorine gasps as Suletta’s teeth nip at the shell of her ear, “I’m going to...going to...argh!”
“Needy,” Suletta murmurs, reaching around to undo Miorine’s belt. “You’re so needy, Mio.”
“Shut up!” Desperate, demanding, aggressive. The Miorine before her right now is reminiscent of how she was when she was younger, when affection wasn’t yet a language she knew how to speak. Suletta likes how sweet and loving she’s grown to be, but this side of her is incredibly hot. She’s glad it still comes out every once in a while.
She tugs down Miorine’s pants and lets them pool around her ankles before hurriedly undoing her own. She’s already raging hard and lets out a small sigh as she pulls out her cock. Miorine is dripping wet and ready for her, so all she needs to do is pull aside her panties and slide right in.
Suletta sucks in a breath as Miorine’s heat envelops her once again. It just feels so good to be inside her like this.
Miorine’s hips rock back against her. “Come on,” she pleads, “move!”
There’s no need to start off gentle, because she’s been in and out of Miorine for the entire day. Instead she grips Miorine’s waist with her free hand and slams into her, roughly, intently, as deep as she can.
Miorine slaps a hand over her own mouth before her scream of pleasure can escape. Normally Suletta would pull it away and tell her that she can be as loud as she wants, but they are in a restroom stall right now. It’s probably for the best if they’re not too loud. There’s something about this that just thrills Suletta, that she’s taking her wife from behind somewhere where anyone could know. That anyone could know just how much she loves Miorine.
Miorine’s ass jiggles deliciously with the impact of each thrust. Suletta feels like she could stare for hours as her cock disappears inside her. Arguably that’s what she’s been doing all day, but she could certainly stand to do it a little longer.
Something occurs to her as she picks up the pace. How many times has she come inside Miorine by now? She’s lost track, and she’s pretty sure Miorine has as well. With everything they’ve been doing Miorine has got to be pregnant already by now, right? She’s not on birth control of any kind, and while there are condoms in the house they haven’t used them at all. It’s just been load after load shot into her, and it occurs to Suletta that she has no idea if either today or yesterday were safe days.
But, as Miorine rocks back against her and moans into her hand, as her walls squeeze and flutter around her cock, Suletta decides that she doesn’t care.
Her instincts overtake her, wild and uncontrolled as she ruts into Miorine, panting and growling. She leans down and buries her face in Miorine’s shoulder to muffle her scream as her orgasm tears through her. Sticky heat flows out from Suletta’s body into Miorine’s, pumping deep inside her womb, which is no doubt filled already. More than enough for them to have a child.
Her heavy breaths ghost over Miorine’s ear as she comes to her senses. Was she really just thinking about...that? Here, of all places? Her face feels oddly warm.
“Something wrong?” Miorine sounds genuinely worried. Suletta takes her face into her hand and guides their lips together, softly, gently.
“No,” she says honestly. “Everything’s great.”
They clean up and fix their clothes, and then hurry out of there before anyone starts to suspect anything. They’re laughing and giggling to themselves the whole time until they climb into their car and set a course for home.
Tomorrow is still the weekend. She’ll have another whole day to spend with Miorine. Maybe Suletta will take her on a date somewhere. And they’ll definitely have to talk about...that. Now that the idea of having children has gotten into her head, she can’t seem to get it out. She’s...not against it.
Whatever tomorrow brings, she’s certain of one thing as she turns to look at Miorine, the moonlight setting her hair and skin aglow and catching in her eyes.
“I love you, Miorine,” she says quietly, barely above a whisper. “I love you, and I’ll never get enough of you.”