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Tossing her bags haphazardly in the backseat of her car, Sevika circles around the back and slips into the driver's seat, turning on the engine with a ferocious roar before speeding off towards her destination.
Home.
That's been her only thought the last seven days; she wanted to go home to her wife. It's been seven torturous days of not being able to hold her, to kiss her, to run her hands along her gorgeous skin. Unfortunately for Sevika, she was an extremely important figure at her job and couldn't find a way out of this trip her boss had forced her to accompany him on. She'd been counting down each individual second until it was over, and the moment had finally arrived.
Lost in a daze of her thoughts, the telltale sound of her wife's text tone announces itself in the cupholder next to her. She quickly glances down at the lit up screen, seeing that the other woman hearted the voice message she sent upon landing. Sevika sighs out to the empty vehicle, stepping on the gas and arriving at the location in record time.
She peels into the driveway, hastily grabbing all of her luggage at once, before dragging it to the front door and shoving her key inside. It slams open with the force of Sevika's anticipation, the noise resounding throughout the seemingly empty house. After throwing her belongings aside, she calls out to announce her arrival.
"Sweetheart! I'm home, where are you?"
Making quick work of unlacing her boots and dropping them in the entryway, the exhilarated woman pads through to the living room, not locating who she's looking for. She rushes into the kitchen, also finding it empty, and whirls around in confusion. Her car was in the driveway, she has to be around here somewhere.
A quiet noise catches Sevika's attention, towards the rear of the house. Her ears perk up as the sound becomes more clear the closer she walks. Sighing in relief, she pushes the bedroom door open to the sight she's been dreaming about for days.
Mel's back is facing the doorway as she leans over a basket of laundry, picking up a pair of worn work pants and gently folding them before placing them on top of the small pile on the bed. The view never fails to arouse Sevika, seeing her wife be so soft and free does something inexplicable to her. She catches sight of the earbuds Mel is sporting, and it clicks why she didn't answer her earlier. Taking it in for a moment longer, the older woman strolls over and pauses behind Mel before placing her head in the crook of her neck and wrapping two strong arms around her stomach. The shorter of the two jumps slightly before relaxing into the hold and letting out a low hum.
She's barely given the chance to utter a greeting before she's spun around and pulled into a firm kiss. "Mmph, hello to you too."
The warmth of the muscular woman encompasses her and causes her eyes to flutter shut, letting herself be swept up in the sensation. She plucks out her listening devices and tosses them behind her, wrapping her arms around a soft neck.
"I missed you so fucking much, baby," Sevika huffs out against plump lips, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Rough hands slide down to grip Mel's ass as she continues devouring her mouth.
"I missed you too, so much."
Mel can barely get a word out as her wife continues to dominate the exchange, her tongue slipping in and exploring to her will. The taller woman lets out a small guttural noise as she feels the ample flesh under her fingers, sending a shiver through her spine. She pushes her body flush against Mel as kisses pepper along her jaw and down to her neck in an unrelenting pattern that sets her skin ablaze.
"Fuck, I–"
Before she can protest, the younger woman is hoisted up by rugged hands and plopped onto the bed, demolishing the perfect piles of laundry. "Sev! I just finished folding those."
Without a care, Sevika climbs over her, trapping and effectively keeping her from fixing the disrupted clothes. She leans down to continue the assault on her neck, leaving bite marks along with the path she takes. The older woman groans against Mel's skin, letting her tongue drag languidly to her collarbone.
"I'll fix it later." She mutters into it, nipping and sucking at the spot as she feels Mel writhe beneath her. "I just need you right now."
Mel shivers at the words, hand automatically latching on to the back of Sevika's head, pressing closer and encouraging her to continue. Feeling the grip, Sevika growls in approval and bites down harder, soothing the area with her tongue. In one swift move, she lifts the bottom of Mel's tank top and tugs it over her head, hastily freeing her from the constricting clothing. The air coming in contact with bare skin causes the younger woman to shiver again, and a whine leaves her throat.
"God, I've been craving you."
Sevika leans back to admire the deep brown skin on display and runs her hand down a toned stomach, pausing at the edge of Mel's shorts before slipping them off.
She bends back down and kisses a path from her chest down to her hip bone, fingers dancing along the flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her mouth attaches to the softness there and sucks, determined to taste as much as she can.
Mel threads her fingers through the older woman's hair, gripping it when she feels teeth graze against her hip. Sevika moves to repeat the same motion on the opposite side, and she can't help the loud moan that escapes from her chest. That causes one of Mel's legs to slip to the side, giving the woman over her better access.
"Oh, sweetheart."
The words come out muffled, lips now pressed against an inner thigh. Sevika sucks and kisses along the path until she reaches the crease of it, pausing to leave love bites that make the body under her shiver. Her wife doesn't beg for long before she takes her right hand and proceeds to spread the puffy lips before her, groaning when she takes in the new sight.
She stares at the swollen flesh, already dripping, and leans in to run the flat of her tongue along it in a single movement. Sevika pauses and flicks it over the clit, causing a noise to erupt from Mel's throat, then latching onto it and drawing the sensitive bud into her mouth. She gives it a firm suck, swirling her tongue, while her free hand comes up to toy with a sensitive nipple. The touch of the cool metal causes it to pebble immediately, a choked whine leaving the younger woman.
Lapping up the slick before her, Sevika finally glances up to see how her wife is reacting. The sight that greets her is something she's only been able to imagine for the last seven days, and it makes the arousal in her chest burn that much hotter. Head thrown back, lips parted, chest heaving; Mel is the picture of perfection, small moans escaping that flawless mouth and letting Sevika know just how amazing of a job she’s doing. The grip in her hair loosens, Mel's hands moving to grasp at the sheets as her entire body shudders in bliss.
"Darling, I–" a loud gasp, "I'm close."
Sevika removes her mouth and looks up at Mel, a slight frown on her lips. "Already? We've barely even started."
The younger woman attempts to scoff, but it comes out as more of a whine. "You weren't the only one who spent this week alone."
A chuckle rumbles through her chest at that, amused at the little pout on Mel's lips. "Mm, that's true."
She removes her tongue and using her strength, she slips both of her hands under Mel’s thighs and pulls her against her, lifting in the air. The younger woman lets out a surprised yelp as their positions are switched, Sevika now lying down on the bed as she adjusts Mel to sit on her face.
Slipping her tongue inside her wife’s pussy, Sevika curls it upward and begins shoving it in and out, setting a frenzied pace. Moaning at the slick that dribbles into her mouth, she slurps it up as best she can, savoring the taste she's been deprived of. Mel's back arches, a broken moan ripping from her chest at this new angle. Her body starts trembling as the stimulation sets her nerves ablaze, legs involuntarily crushing the head between them.
One of her hands tangles in Sevika's hair again, pulling on the short locks, "Oh– Fuck– ah, Sev–"
Sevika doesn’t let up, driving her tongue in as far as she can reach and groaning at the sweet nectar coating it. She brings her hand up to grip at a trembling thigh, wanting her wife to ride her more eagerly. She can’t hold back another deep moan as her hair is pulled, and just barely manages to look up at Mel through hooded eyes, trying to convey her thoughts.
Mel looks otherworldly from this position; desperately panting, tits bouncing, skin glimmering with beads of sweat. It’s a vision that feeds Sevika’s desire, and the sounds she’s hearing drives the hunger in her belly to new heights. It was a sight only for her to witness, and she was going to enjoy it. Her grip on a pliable thigh tightens, fingers digging in with enough force to leave a mark, but it’s enough to urge her to move.
“C’mon," Sevika huskily mumbles against her. "Show me that you missed me.”
The older woman squeezes just a bit harder, wanting her favorite view. That’s all it takes, and in a second she gets her wish fulfilled as Mel starts frantically bucking her hips, grinding down onto her prominent nose.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Sevika breathes before going back to devouring her prize, tongue licking up everything she can reach. Mel’s thighs start to tremble around her head, feeling the incoming sensation. “Okay, fuck, I'm–“
Her grip on Sevika’s scalp tightens, both hands now pulling hard enough at the roots to sting, but Sevika moans through the ache, relishing the sweet suffering.
“Go ahead, angel. I got you.”
The use of her favorite nickname sends Mel tumbling over the edge with a broken cry, vision whiting out before waves of bliss fill her mind. Her body wracks with tremors, legs squeezing like a vise as the climax washes over entirely. Her lover continues to lead her through it, only stilling when the hand in her hair begins to pull her away.
She licks her bottom lip, savoring the taste that covers her mouth. "You were perfect," Sevika praises, gently rubbing the thighs pinning her head in place. She lies there waiting until the trembling subsides, and uses the quiet moment to appreciate the woman above her. It's been far too long, but at this moment, everything is right again.
Mel slowly peels her lids open, vision still blurry, gazing down upon her wife. She feels her cheeks warm up with a mixture of shyness and adoration, the praise leaving a pleasant buzz in her chest.
"No, you were…" she sighs out, still attempting to catch her breath. Exhaustion starts to creep in and she drops onto her side, lying flat against Sevika’s body. The older woman takes it upon herself to clean Mel up and reaches over to yank a towel from the destroyed pile next to them. Beginning to wipe down the inside of her lover’s thighs, Mel lets out an annoyed groan once she realizes what's happening. "Baby, those are freshly washed."
“They’ll get dirty again anyway,” Sevika chuckles, continuing her work. “Can’t have you fall asleep all sticky, right?”
A louder grumble leaves Mel as it dawns on her what Sevika is wearing.
"And you have your outside clothes on the bed! I'm going to have to wash all of this tomorrow."
Dramatically throwing herself back, she sighs as her wife only laughs at her antics. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'll do all the laundry for the next week."
A piercing gaze looks her way. "A month."
With a chuckle, Sevika agrees as she presses a gentle kiss to her wife's damp forehead. "Anything you want, baby."
Mel hums at the kisses, feeling the remaining tension leave her body. She nestles further into Sevika’s side, throwing her leg over a hip and cuddling even closer. “Good,” she murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “Now, put down that damned towel and come hold me.”
A smirk plays at Sevika's lips at the demand, but she obliges nonetheless. After discarding the material, she pulls Mel in until her head is resting in the crook of her shoulder and she’s tucked safely into her chest. The two of them begin to catch up more in depth than the phone exchanges they were limited to, spending the rest of the night nestled in each other's arms.