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The day has been tiring, enough for Callie to strip off her usual teasing, leaning more onto Liu than she’d liked, than she’d usually allow herself to, seeking warmth, and her lover’s soft scent. Of saltiness of sea, of soothing balm of sun warmed sand, of Liu’s distinguishable, soothing notes.
Clothes came off first once they got back home, each thick layer carefully untied, pulled aside by Callie’s warm hands, scattered from the doorstep of the apartment all the way to the bathroom—where their uggs left unattended, leaning onto each other sloppily, sole stuck with tiny bits of rock, little snowflakes resting on the suede like winter flowers blooming.
Callie, of course—never allow her lover to leave her arms, she followed the other around, hands untying familiar knots while Liu deliberately runs away, teasing. Always teasing. Grumbling when Callie’s warm hands touched the heat of her skin, protesting, yet leaned back when Callie pulled back her hands.
Late-night steam swallowed them, warm and airy, not enough to fight against Brooklyn’s cold night, enough to keep them clean, the warmth between them is more than enough. Not a word spoken, only hums and sighs—exhaustion drained them both; maybe a giggle that slipped out due to Callie’s teasing, snotty and airy. The sloppy noises of lips pecking against warm skin, the sound of water tapping against ceramic floor like an ambience.
And those warm hands that cupped Liu’s buttocks lovingly, excusing herself as ‘just cleaning’ when it was obvious that Callie was roaming and checking out her partner’s body. Liu didn’t mind though, chuckling as her body reacted, flinching when rough hands settled on her backside, instead roaming Callie’s bare chest as a payback.
Callie’s chest, however fuller than hers, does make Liu’s brow furrowed. Annoyed that she didn’t get to touch her lover’s chest just as much as how often Callie pinched hers when they’re being intimate.
Then, Liu’s fingers cupped, sheepishly pressing at her lover’s shy nipples —watching the little nubs hiding beneath the sensitive skin peaking up. Her face blushed pink, embarrassed to see herself so curious about a woman’s breasts; and the barely-there whimper that slipped out from Callie’s mouth when Liu’s breath brushed too close.
She didn’t dare to look up, scared of being called out —when suddenly Callie groped at her ass, staring down as Liu’s cheeks compressed under her palm, soft and heavy, the fat squishing out around her hand— just to make her squeak, caught. “Curiosity killed the cat, baby.”
That deep, exhausted voice came out like a waring, but despite the obvious message, Liu only felt more turned on, that’s why Callie can never win when Liu’s this needy—she’d find a way to bypass it; and Callie, as whipped as she is, always let her. They weren’t supposed to go this far, after all, tomorrow is still a weekday—just that..
“Pretty please? Just this one?” Liu purred, arms closing around her lover’s neck with a cheeky grin, stepping closer to pepper kisses, trailing from Callie’s cheek to licking the inside of her earlobe. Moaning directly to her ear, “mommy.. spank me more, please..” Liu begs, arching and wiggling her ass.
That was the last straw, ‘mommy’ works like a spell, so much that Liu now abuses it to get what she wanted—Callie’s spoiling her, yes, but this? A smack landed on the soft cheek, leaving behind a faint red imprint, enough for Liu to gasp and squirm. This is just fine, just her taste.
A slap and Liu’s already wet, Callie can tell that from how her partner’s breath hitched, clinging and grumbling more, thighs squished together as if Liu’s trying to hide the aftermath. Callie can tell the sticky wetness streaking her own thighs wasn’t water, but slick.
So she lets her hands roam, knowing Liu squirm from the smallest movement—Callie would let her hands wander more; kneading the plush flesh of her ass, cupping and smacking the skin until it’s bruised red, stinging. Each slap echoed off the crampy bathroom, like a drum bell, followed with each twitch Liu’s pussy responds with,
Of course she wouldn’t go gentle whenever her lover made such request, didn’t leave time for each sob to spill but slapping repetitively, not harsh, constant; just as Liu wriggled and gushed out a bit—she strikes.
Each time that rough hand made contact with Liu’s ass, sharp and quick, tears welled up, mewls spilling out uncontrollably, pleasure and pain blurring into one.
Her pussy pulses as Callie rubs her hand over the aching mark, soothing her lover’s stinging flesh. Liu whimpered as Callie’s hand delves between her cheeks, grazing the tight ring of her asshole before going lower and feeling the wetness of her folds.
“Wet from this?” Callie cooed, voice silky smooth, making an exaggerated ‘tsk-tsk’ while checking the inflamed cheeks “My dirty baby.. What will I ever do with you?”
“Mommy.. want your fingers,” Liu begs, arms curling tighter around Callie’s neck, bringing herself closer to hide her face in the crook of her partner’s neck, tiptoeing just to nuzzle closer.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” She simpers, peppering kisses to whatever spot she could find while bringing her hand to Liu’s throbbing folds again, parting them and gathering the slick there—just to tease, reminding Liu of how wet she is, how needy she has become. The kisses continued as Callie thrusted two fingers inside her, keeping a brutal pace of in and out, in and out, savoring the moans Liu made like they were music.
She couldn’t help but chuckle when slipping another digit in, fingers did a tight curl—earning herself that high-pitched keen, overstimulated but pleasured. The relentless squelching sounds bounced off the bathroom wall for a while longer, drawing out every whining little mewl, little pleas as Liu tried to restrain herself from gushing all over Callie’s palm.
Callie kissed her then, making sure her pace got Liu squirm and sob— Callie swallowed all of those noises, a bit smug at herself as of how fast her fingers were moving, thrusting into that sore entrance, mind counting how long Liu can last before her body gave out,
At nine, she’s a drooling mess, knees threatening to buckle, stream of moans and whines spilling out inaudibly—Callie can only make out a few “c’ming” and “too fast” at best.
And at ten, Liu couldn’t do anything else but hiding her face again as her body convulsed—she didn’t squirt this time, her body’s too spent to do so; the climax come drenching all over her and Callie’s thighs,
“Good girl.. My little baby,” Callie cooed, immediately drawing out her fingers, making Liu rest on her, kisses pressed everywhere: Liu’s soft locks, those pointy ears, damp lashes, flushed pink face—every inch of skin Callie could reach.
Late-night showering weren’t supposed to last this long, they will definitely get sick in this weather. And, tomorrow is still a weekday. Liu will complain of soreness later, Callie will ask herself why her fingers twitch once waked up, everything fallen back into its rhythm.