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Yolanda can't help but laugh at the huff that falls from Trinity's lips as she pushes her up against the wall of the entrance of her apartment. She presses a desperate kiss to her lips savoring the faint taste of the espresso martini she drank earlier on her tongue. Her lips are stained from Yolanda’s lipstick, similar stains on her neck from where Yolanda got carried away.“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Trinity says as she breaks away, lightly pushing Yolanda back and rushing off down the hallway. Yolanda sighs and shakes her head, running a hand through her curls.
Yolanda enters her room and begins setting the mood, turning off the main light in favor of her lamps and a candle. She grabs a random record that Trinity had shown her and plays it softly. She hums along and begins getting undressed, wanting to be ready by the time Trinity comes back. She slips off her jeans and unbuttons her shirt, deciding to leave it open and keep her bra on knowing how much Trinity loved taking them off her. She walks over to the drawer in the bottom of her dresser and slowly pulls it open. She grabs her harness and a deep purple dildo, the one she and Trinity had picked out after a month of seeing each other. A smirk forms on her face when she picks up the camera from the dresser, mentally thanking her past self for charging it.
Usually she never has this much time to set the mood, her and Trinity always too desperate to get into bed that nothing else matters. She savors this moment though, humming softly to herself and admiring herself in the mirror. She pans the camera down her body and zooms in on the lace details of her bra. The lingerie set she’s wearing is one of her favorites, black lace that accentuates her curves. Trinity had picked it out for her and every time she wears it Trinity immediately gets on her knees and gives her what she wants. Yolanda’s body heats up at the memories of their past encounters and the impatience of what’s to come. She’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of Trinity’s soft footsteps padding into the room, stopping in her tracks as she focuses on the sight in front of her. Yolanda turns and smiles, noticing that Trinity has removed her jacket and button up, now just standing in her white tank top. “There she is.” Yolanda says cheerfully as she holds the camera up, zooming out a bit to get a full shot of Trinity.
Trinity rubs the back of her neck and walks further into the room, avoiding eye contact with the camera. “We’re doing that, tonight?” Her tone is apprehensive and when she casts a shy glance at Yolanda the older woman can’t help but chuckle.
“Is that okay? We don’t have to.” She begins to put the camera down but Trinity quickly walks over and pulls her arm back up.
“Was just curious, I wasn’t sure.” She stands in front of Yolanda and places her hands on her hips, rubbing her thumb right along the dagger tattooed there. “Decided to get ready without me huh?” She smirks but makes no move to touch, Yolanda knows she wants to be told what to do tonight.
Yolanda smiles and pushes her hand under Trinity’s shirt, placing her palm flat on her stomach, lightly scratching at her soft skin. She focuses on the silver jewelry in her bellybutton— her favorite piercing of hers— then pans the camera up to Trinity’s face capturing the hungry look in her eyes. “Take this off for me, give me something to watch back later.” She waves the camera around and her smile widens when she catches Trinity’s cheeks flush, the sight noticeable even in the dim light.
“I don’t know, do you really deserve it?” Trinity teases as she reaches for the hem of her tank top. She always loved to tease Yolanda even though both of them knew she couldn’t keep it up for long, her desire always taking over.
“You’re a brat.” Yolanda says with a bit of snark. She leans back on one elbow and holds up the camera, inhaling sharply as Trinity gets her shirt off. She’s wearing a black sports bra and it takes everything in Yolanda not to reach over with greedy hands.
“You love it, don’t complain.” Trinity smiles and grabs Yolanda’s hand, placing it on her breast. Yolanda zooms in as she rubs her thumb over the peak in the fabric, a breathy moan falling from Trinity’s lips.
Yolanda loves that sound, she loves all the little noises that she draws out from the woman standing before her. She pinches her nipple and Trinity whines, her hand reaching out to grab onto Yolanda’s wrist, a move she often did to ground herself. Yolanda’s smirk widens into a toothy grin, never one to hide her amusement in intimate moments. She moves her hand up to Trinity’s mouth and rubs her thumb along her bottom lip. “Open for me baby.” She commands in a low breathy tone and Trinity eagerly obeys. Yolanda focuses on the camera on the beautiful sight in front of her and lets out a shaky exhale, heat simmering low in her gut. “Good girl.” She coos before pushing her thumb into her mouth, pressing the pad of it onto Trinity’s tongue.
Trinity hums and pushes down, wrapping her lips around Yolanda’s thumb ring. She grabs it between her teeth and pulls it off, heat radiating through Yolanda’s whole body, the wetness between her legs making itself known. Yolanda holds out her palms and smiles deviously. “Spit.”
The ring lands in Yolanda’s hand with a quiet thump, the metal shining from the light layer of spit. Trinity smiles wide and places her hands back on Yolanda’s hips, pulling her flush against her. She buries her head against her neck and inhales deeply, pressing a kiss on her pulse point before pulling away. “I want to make you feel good.” Trinity mutters as she grabs the ring from Yolanda’s hand and places it on the dresser with a clink.
“Then get on your knees.” Yolanda purrs, running a hand through Trinity’s hair.
Trinity leans into her touch and looks up at her through her lashes, eyes almost black. “You’re not gonna say please?” Yolanda lets out a huff of a laugh and lightly tugs on Trinity’s hair causing her to moan.
“You really think you get to tell me to say please when you rarely do?” She smirks and squints her eyes. Her eyes rake over Trinity’s face and her heart skips a beat. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are glistening and slightly swollen from her ministrations mere moments ago. Yolanda wants to drag Trinity over to the bed now but she knows it’s better for both of them when they draw it out.
“I say it sometimes.” Trinity exclaims, pouting up at Yolanda. “C’mon, be good and say please.” Her smirk turns into a pout as she echoes back words Yolanda has said to her countless times before.
Yolanda rolls her eyes but relents, making eye contact as she begins to say the words Trinity is dying to hear. “Get on your knees-” She hesitates and Trinity raises her eyebrows expectantly. “-please.” She finishes and Trinity’s impatient look transforms into a wide grin.
“Was that so hard?” Trinity says sarcastically and crosses her arms. Yolanda’s hand is still in her hair, playing with the soft strands. Yolanda tugs on her hair again bringing their faces closer together.
“Are you going to keep being a brat?” Yolanda whispers in the minimal space between them. She glances at Trinity’s lips then looks back up into her eyes, the hunger in their gazes mixing into one dizzying moment. Trinity shakes her head and kneels before her, knees sinking into the plush carpet that covers the floor.
Trinity places a kiss to the rose vine tattoo on Yolanda’s thigh and smiles up at her. “You’re so beautiful.” She reaches her hands up to Yolanda’s waist and presses her nose to her clothed cunt. Yolanda gasps and leans back against the wall, the wetness between her legs soaking the lace of her panties. Trinity hums and laps at her through the fabric, pressing her nose roughly against her clit as she does so. Yolanda tries her best to hold the camera steady but it’s difficult as she grinds against Trinity’s mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of her tongue.
Her panties are completely soaked and she knows they’re ruined but she doesn’t care. All she can focus on is the feeling of Trinity’s mouth and hands, commanding yet soft. Yolanda can feel her orgasm beginning to build and she’s about to make it known when Trinity abruptly pulls away. “You’re such a tease.” Yolanda groans and Trinity looks up at her with a smile, looking so innocent as if she wasn’t just committing sinful acts between Yolanda’s legs.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” Trinity says playfully and hooks her fingers in the waistband of Yolanda’s panties. She doesn’t make any moves to take them off, instead pressing a smattering of kisses along her thighs and stomach. Yolanda sighs and adjusts the camera, holding it more securely and capturing a beautiful shot of Trinity. She licks a stripe up Yolanda’s happy trail causing her to shudder. Yolanda huffs and zooms in, panning the camera to follow the path of Trinity’s tongue as it licks along her waistband. “Can I take these off?” She tugs on the lace and looks up into Yolana’s eyes, pupils blown wide and lips swollen.
Yolanda nods and runs her hand through Trinity’s hair before moving it down to cup her cheek. “You wanna make me feel good don’t you?” She purrs and zooms back out, wanting to capture as much as possible. Trinity hums in confirmation and tugs the fabric down just a bit, planting a kiss on Yolanda’s now exposed hip. She’s warm and soft, smelling like sandalwood and her own personal scent that always makes Trinity dizzy. Yolanda huffs and bucks her hips forward impatiently. Trinity chuckles and slowly pulls her panties off, throwing them across the room. Yolanda gasps as the cold air hits her, bucking her hips once again, silently begging for Trinity to make her move.
“You’re so needy, not such a tough surgeon now huh?” Trinity teases before pressing a kiss to the crease where Yolanda’s thigh and cunt meet. Yolanda rolls her eyes and leans further against the wall, running her free hand through her mussed hair.
“You’re the last one to be talking right now,” Yolanda smirks and tugs lightly on Trinity’s hair. “Come on baby, be good for me.” She looks down at Trinity with a mix of affection and hunger.
Trinity lets out an involuntary moan at the praise and ducks her head between Yolanda’s thighs, pressing her nose to her girlfriends damp curls. Her body feels as if it’s on fire as she takes in the sweet scent. She licks a stripe up between the fold of Yoalnda’s cunt before easing her tongue in slowly. Yolanda gasps and tries her best to keep the camera focused as the overwhelming sensations take over. “So good for me, so perfect.” Yolanda says breathily as she begins grinding against Trinity’s tongue. Trinity laps sucks at clit before moving her tongue down to circle around Yolanda’s entrance. Her brain is off as she lets the feelings take over her the only thing her mind can think of is Trinity. Trinity, Trinity, Trinity, she repeats over and over again in her mind like a mantra. Yolanda still isn’t used to this— giving herself to somebody— but every time she lets Trinity take control she’s grateful that she has worked on letting her walls down.
Trinity hums causing vibrations to course through Yolanda’s body and pull her out of her thoughts. A wave of desire washes over her resulting in her dropping the camera for a second. Trinity shakes her head and quickly pushes Yolanda’s arm back up to focus the device back on her. Trinity always loved filming everything, always the more excited one to watch the videos back. Yolanda loved it just as much, but she was more inclined to turn the camera off in favor of giving Trinity her full attention while Trinity always made sure the camera was on and focused. One time over half of their video was out of focus and Trinity had complained about it for weeks until they remade it.
Trinity moves her hands down to Yolanda’s thighs and squeezes, wanting to ground her, a move she often pulled when she wanted Yolanda to wait just a bit more before letting go. Yolanda sighs and pushes Trinity closer by the back of her head. Trinity hums and grips Yolanda even harder, she already knows she’s going to have bruises when they’re done. Pressure begins to form low in her gut, her orgasm rapidly approaching. Trinity hooks her hand behind one of Yolanda’s knees and hikes her leg over her shoulder, allowing her more access. Yolanda grinds her hips at a rapid pace and groans as Trinity begins bumping her nose against her clit while still fucking into her with her tongue. Yolanda shakily holds the camera and leans her head back against the wall, a groan bleeding from her lips. “I’m so close.” she says between uneven breaths, her body beginning to buzz as she approaches her orgasm.
Trinity increases her efforts, flattening her tongue just the way Yolanda likes it. A loud groan bleeds from Yolanda’s hips and if Trinity wasn’t holding her up she definitely would be on the floor. Her grinding has become sloppy, her body now moving on autopilot as everything blends together into one dizzying mix of pleasure. She drops the camera and Trinity quickly grabs it, pointing it up to capture the tail end of Yolanda’s climax. She keeps her free hand still on her thigh and rubs at the skin soothingly as she licks her lips clean. Yolanda lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through her curls.
Trinity places a kiss on her knee before slowly putting down Yolanda’s leg, allowing her to gain balance and relax. While Yolanda works on steadying her breath Trinity holds up the camera and flashes a devilish grin. “Smile for the camera.” She says in a sing-song voice as she waves the camera around. Yolanda huffs out a laugh and shakes her head, pressing her palm to her forehead.
“You’re such a fucking dork,” She mumbles and playfully swats at the camera. Trinity laughs and moves away, aiming the camera even closer to make Yolanda laugh.
Trinity laughs and places a kiss on Yolanda's hip. She places the palm of her hand flat on her stomach and looks up at her wide affectionate eyes. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly the coolest person in the world either.”
Yolanda scoffs and pushes back Trinity’s sweat damp hairs at her hairline. “You really are the last person to be talking.” She tugs on a strand eliciting a moan from her girlfriend chuckles. She runs her hands down to Trinity’s shoulders and squeezes. “Let’s move this to the bed, get up.” Trinity huffs and gets off her knees, holding her hand out for Yolanda to take. Yolanda laughs and lets Trinity lead her over to the bed. She hands Trinity the camera and reaches for the harness, she puts it on and adjusts it, making sure it fits comfortably. Yolanda takes a seat on the edge of the bed and leans bag on her hands, legs spread apart to allow for Trinity to fit between them.
“What do you want me to do?” Trinity pans the camera down Yolanda’s body and then back up to her face. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow, she looks ravenous and Yolanda is going to make sure she’s satisfied.
“C’mere,” She beckons Trinity over with the crook of her finger, a wide smile on her lips.
Trinity giggles— a sweet sound she rarely lets anyone but Yolanda hear— and moves to stand between Yolanda’s thighs. Yolanda leans over and places her hands on Trinity’s waist tugging even closer so no space stands between them.
“You really gonna be the director now?” She asks with a playful lilt in her voice, gesturing at the camera that points down at her. Trinity shrugs and zooms all the way in on Yolanda’s face, laughing as she does.
“Yeah, and I’m getting all your best angles.” She pans the camera down to Yolanda’s chest and zooms out.
Yolanda laughs and covers the camera with her hand. “You think you’re so funny don’t you?” Trinity nods with a smile so wide you would think she had just won the lottery instead of simply making her girlfriend laugh.
Yolanda removes her hand from the lens and leans forward, placing soft kisses on her stomach. She leans down and licks around the piercing in Trinity’s bellybutton causing the woman to shudder beneath her. She traces her fingers along the edge of Trinity’s bra, looking up at her with unbridled lust. “Take this off for me.” She commands gently and reaches over for the camera, pointing it directly at Trinity’s flushed face.
“Please?” Trinity asks in a sing-song voice and plasters on a cheeky smile, hands behind her back and her chest pushed out. She always loved being a tease, messing around before admitting what exactly she wanted. Sometimes Yolanda played along but when she was impatient— like right now— she gave in, which always made Trinity ecstatic.
“Please, take it off for me.” Yolanda pleads, tracing her fingers along one of the straps. She has never shown this side of herself to anyone else. Trinity is her first proper relationship since med school, and her hookups between then and now were never that great. They were enjoyable, sure, but she rarely got off, having to work herself on her fingers more than a handful of times. She never let herself be vulnerable though, never let anyone get too close. Even at the start of her relationship with Trinity she never allowed them to cross a line, even when she felt her feelings deepen more and more. They had been in a gray area for months, tiptoeing on the line of friends and girlfriends. Until one day it all exploded, a fight in an on-call room that led to messy hands and mouths back at Yolanda’s apartment, and a whispered love confession in the morning. Ever since then she has allowed her walls to be down, giving herself completely in a way Trinity does for her. She pulls herself out of her thoughts and scoots further down on the bed to get closer. “Please.”
Trinity nods and quickly removes her bra, throwing it haphazardly across the room. Yolanda inhales sharply and drops the camera onto the mattress. She pounces on Trinity, kissing her breast and licking hungrily at the silver jewelry in her nipple.
Trinity groans and places a hand in Yolanda’s hair, tugging lightly as she begins leaving a mark on her chest. “Fuck! Fuck, hold on, wait.” She sputters out and Yolanda quickly pulls away, eyes wide with concern. Trinity runs a hand through her mussed hair and grabs the camera with her other. “Don’t wanna miss this.” She says breathlessly as she points the camera at Yolanda’s sweaty face. Yolanda huffs but continues her previous actions, leaving a nice purple mark on Trinity’s chest before moving back down to take her piercing back into her mouth. Trinity whines and arches forward, placing her free hand in Yolanda’s curls, drawing their bodies closer. She tries her best to film everything but the feeling of Yolanda’s eager tongue is too much. Her hands shake with desperation, the heat between their bodies becoming too much for her to bear.
Yolanda teases her other piercing with her thumb and forefinger eliciting a whimper. The wet heat between Trinity’s legs was becoming noticeable and she has just enough strength to not start begging for Yolanda to fuck her. Yolanda abruptly pulls away causing Trinity to whine, she has no time to complain though as Yolanda’s voice steals her waning focus.. “Get on your knees baby.” Her lips are swollen and shiny and it takes Trinity a few seconds to register what she just said.
“And if I say no?” Trinity asks with a smirk, her bratty attitude back in full force now that Yolanda is back in charge. “What are you going to do?”
Yolanda raises her eyebrows and leans back on her elbows. “What? Are you looking for a punishment?” Yolanda asks as she spreads her legs even further apart, Trinity’s eyes move down to focus on the strap on, the warmth in her abdomen intensifies to a burning heat, her mouth going dry.
Trinity shrugs and her smirks widens, her eyes trail up Yolanda’s body till she makes unwavering eye contact, green meeting brown in a hungry stare.“Can’t I be a little curious?”
Yolanda shrugs and nods. “So, I make you curious?” She sits up and places the camera down beside her to grab Trinity’s hips, pulling her as close as possible.
“Don’t be so smug, you already know the answer.” Trinity huffs and to Yolanda’s delight she sinks down onto her knees, placing her hands on Yolanda’s thighs. She places a soft kiss on the inside of her right thigh and squeezes the other. She smiles so wide her eyes crinkle with it, and she can’t help but beam up at the camera.
“Look at you, so happy to be sitting between my legs.” Yolanda cups her cheek and leans down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Trinity hums and tries to chase her lips but Yolanda stays just out of reach, wanting to get Trinity as desperate as possible.
Trinity pouts and rests on her knees. “You say that as if you don’t look the same when the roles are reversed.” She bites Yolanda’s thigh and Yolanda groans, tipping her head back as a cocktail of plain and pleasure wash over her. Trinity smiles and licks over the spot to soothe it, placing a kiss over it as well before finally leaning over and wrapping her lips around the head of the toy. Yolanda lets out a moan at the sight and puts her hand in Trinity’s hair tugging lightly. Trinity looks up at her through her lashes, the chartreuse color of her eyes standing out beautifully in the dim light. Yolanda feels like she’s on fire, every nerve ablaze with the heat of the moment and the sight of her girlfriend between her legs. Trinity takes the toy deeper and Yolanda has to stop herself from thrusting her hips forward.
“Fuck Trinity.” Yolanda says through clenched teeth, she grabs the camera from the mattress, making quick work to focus it on Trinity. Trinity is incredible, continuing her ministrations slowly, building up Yolanda’s second orgasm. Despite her efforts Yolanda accidentally bucks her hips, pushing the toy further past Trinity’s lips and against her tongue. Trinity whines before letting out an involuntary high-pitched moan. The sound hits Yolanda deep, almost pushing her over the edge. She was usually good at keeping herself grounded, holding her orgasm off until she was really desperate for it, but the sight of Trinity so eagerly taking her makes it difficult tonight. Trinity takes almost all the toy into her mouth and Yolanda has to move her hand from Trinity’s hair to the sheets, white knuckling them to hold herself back. She lets out a shaky moan and instead focuses on the feel of the camera in her hand, letting out deep breaths to relax.
Trinity continues for a few seconds before pulling away to steady her breathing, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the tip of the toy. Yolanda huffs and rubs the salvia away with her thumb before popping it into her mouth to get a taste of Trinity. She smiles and places a gentle hand in her hair, massaging her scalp. “Are you okay?” She asks breathlessly, voice coming out hoarse.
Trinity nods and places a tender kiss on Yolanda’s tattoo, before placing a kiss to the tip of the strap. She looks up and smiles softly, unbridled lust and affection in her gaze. “Yeah, yeah, are you okay?”
Yolanda nods and Trinity resumes her ministrations, licking a stripe up the base of the toy before taking it back into her mouth. Yolanda huffs and moves the camera slightly lower, getting a side angle of the scene in front of her. Trinity lets out a satisfied hum that Yolanda can feel through the harness and she’s so on edge she thinks she’s going to finish then and there. “Such a good girl, so pretty.” She reaches down cupping Trinity’s cheek and rubbing her thumb soothingly along her cheek. Trinity leans into her touch and swirls her tongue over the tip of the toy before pulling away with a wide smile. Yolanda lets out a relieved breath and runs a hand through her sweat damp curls.
“You’re close aren’t you?” Trinity asks with a smirk, she leans over and places a kiss on Yolanda’s hip. Her lips are swollen and pink, her eyes shining with adoration. She rises to her feet slowly and places an open mouthed kiss to Yolanda’s neck causing her to gasp, the camera slipping from her hand and onto the mattress.
“Are you?” Yolanda questions back with a slight strain in her voice.
Trinity bites down on her neck and chuckles at the needy moan that leaves Yolanda’s lips. “I think that’s something you need to figure out on your own.” She smiles and sits down beside Yolanda, the sight of her jeans still being on makes annoyance flare in her gut. She quickly stands up and begins undoing Trinity’s belt.
“These should have been off ages ago.” She mutters under her breath while she unbuttons them and pulls them off. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of Trinity’s red gingham boxers, her second favorite pair. The first being a tight pair of black boyshorts she had bought for her after two months of seeing each other. The lingerie she was currently wearing was a gift from Trinity from around the same time, a matching set that was all lace.
Trinity laughs and runs a hand through her tousled hair. “Well if you asked nicely I would have taken them off.” She leans back fully and clasps her hands together, resting them on her hip. “Can’t get something if you don’t ask.” She chides and lightly taps Yolanda’s thigh with her foot.
Yolanda shakes her head and throws the jeans to the floor amongst the rest of their clothes. “Someone’s being extra playful tonight.” She grabs Trinity’s foot and places a soft kiss on the side of it before climbing onto the mattress between her legs. “Such a brat.” She says under her breath before caging Trinity in with her arms and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. She pulls away and Trinity tries to follow her like earlier. Yolanda laughs and places a hand on her chest, pushing her back into the mattress.
“Come on, you’re really not gonna kiss me?” Trinity pouts and looks up at Yolanda with her wide green eyes. Usually this look would make Yolanda immediately give in but not tonight, tonight she wants to hear Trinity beg. She shrugs and presses a kiss to Trinity’s bent knee and steps off the bed. She walks over to her bedside drawer and pulls out a half empty bottle of lube. Trinity watches in awe her eyes following Yolanda’s movements till she makes her way back between her legs.
“Still waiting for that kiss?” Yolanda asks with a playful lilt in her voice, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Trinity doesn’t answer, instead she tries to kiss Yolanda again but with no luck as she quickly leans away.
Trinity groans and lets herself fall completely back against the pillows, her arms above her head. “You’re really mean, I’m disappointed in you.” She says with that familiar pout back on her lips, a needy gleam in her eyes.
Yolanda gasps dramatically and sits back, hands resting on Trinity’s waist. “Oh, so you’re being snarky now?” She shakes her head and shrugs, rubbing her thumbs just below the waistband of her girlfriend’s boxers. “To think I was just about to give you what you’re asking for.” She leans down and presses a featherlight kiss to her happy trail, Trinity hums and arches up into her touch.
“Please, this is torture." She groans and covers her eyes with her left arm. Yolanda grabs the camera from where it’s been sitting and focuses it on Trinity. The sight is heavenly, light marks already forming from where Yolanda has bitten and her skin ruddy with arousal. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to gain control of her desire and her nipples are peaked from the cool air in the room and her arousal. A light sheen of sweat makes her sparkle in the low light, and her lips are still swollen from earlier. Yolanda places a kiss to her chest before reaching over to the position the camera on the nightstand. “You’re not gonna stop pouting until I kiss you huh?” She grabs Trinity’s arm and removes it off her eyes.
“Maybe, or you know if you just touched me.” She says with a small smirk, looking up at Yolanda with unbridled lust. “C’mon, you know you want to.” She smirks and places her hands on Yolanda’s shoulders, sinking her nails in slightly just how Yolanda likes it.
Yolanda lets out a huff of a laugh at her playfulness and ducks her head to place a kiss on Trinity’s wrist. “Say the word then.”
Trinity huffs and rolls her eyes, leaning her head back into the pillows and letting out a groan. She places one hand on the mattress and uses the other to trace the lace of Yolanda’s bra. “You’re really going to keep that up aren’t you?”
Yolanda laughs and grabs Trinity’s wrist, guiding her hand to cup her breast. “You complain as if you don’t love it.” Trinity hums in agreement and traces Yolanda’s nipple through the see-through fabric, breathing increasing. Yolanda inhales sharply and leans into the touch, she can’t help but roll her hips, the toy brushing between them. Trinity sits up just a bit and places a kiss on Yolanda's collarbone. “Can I take this off?” She whispers the words against Yolanda’s skin and traces the strap of her bra.
“Are you gonna be good if I say yes?” Yolanda asks breathlessly, her body overheated from her need. She wants to be inside Trinity already, have her hands on her hips, drawing out her desperate moans and whines. She knows they could have already been on the second round if Trinity would just listen.
Surprisingly instead of being bratty like she has been, Trinity eagerly nods. “Yes, I’ll be good. You know I will.” Her voice comes out a bit strained and whiney, the pout still on her lips. Yolanda can tell she’s just as needy as she is, if not more. Yolanda gives her a pointed look and reaches out, gripping her chin. She rubs her thumb along Trinity’s bottom lip and smiles at how quickly she opens her mouth.
“Tilt your head back a bit, baby.” Yolanda commands in a husky tone, grabbing a handful of Trinity’s hair and yanking softly. Trinity gasps and eagerly obeys, always obedient when she’s desperate and wanting. “Good, now open wide.” Trinity parts her lips and sticks out her tongue, waiting for Yolanda’s next move. Yolanda smiles then leans over, spitting into her mouth. She leans back a bit to get a better view and moans at the sight of Trinity swallowing with no hesitation. Trinity smiles and sticks her tongue out again, a silent plea for more. Yolanda chuckles and cups Trinity’s face, slowly letting out a string of saliva onto the pink flesh of Trinity’s tongue. Trinity laps it up and pounces forward, capturing Yolanda’s lips in a hungry kiss. Yolanda hums and almost kisses back before she registers Trinity hasn’t followed the rules. She pulls away and pushes Trinity back onto the pillows, pinning her wrists above her head.
“Seriously?” Trinity huffs and tries to break free from Yolanda’s grasp to no avail. “I’m sorry, okay?” She frowns and tries to break free once again which only causes Yolanda to tighten her grasp.
“Sorry for what?” Yolanda asks with a hint of irritation.
Trinity sighs and arches up into Yolanda, shuddering at the faint press of their hips, the toy resting against her stomach. “I’m sorry for not saying please.” Yolanda smiles and presses a kiss to Trinity’s cheek.
“Good girl, now can you ask for what you want properly?” Yolanda asks in a teasing tone, loosening her grip a bit in the process.
“Can you please kiss me? I’ve been waiting since we got home.” Trinity pleads, staring up at Yolanda with wide, hopeful eyes. Yolanda smirks and grinds down against her, finally deciding to give Trinity what she wants. Trinity moans and begs again without Yolanda even having to ask. “Please, I’m sorry for not listening but I will now.” Her voice raises in pitch, and she grinds up into Yolanda fervently.
Yolanda lets out a shaky moan and plants her full weight on Trinity’s hips, stopping her ministrations. She tightens her grasp once again and leans to whisper in her ear. “Do you promise?” She licks the shell of Trinity’s ear, letting out a huff of a laugh as she shudders. Yolanda plants a kiss below her ear, then along her jaw, and then on her cheek.
Trinity nods and bucks her hips, trying to find release wherever she can. Yolanda smirks and reaches over for the camera, focusing on Trinity's flushed face. “Use your words. Tell the camera how sorry you are,” She commands and lets go of Trinity’s wrists in order to get a steady shot. Trinity sighs and places one of her hands on Yolanda’s thigh, keeping the other above her head. She traces her Yolanda’s tattoo as she speaks.
“I promise I’ll listen.” She squeezes Yolanda’s thigh and looks up into her eyes. “I’ll be good.”
Yolanda smirks and leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to Trinity’s lip. Trinity smiles into it and quickly presses her lips back to Yolanda’s before she can move away. Yolanda hums and parts her lips, letting Trinity take control. Trinity presses her tongue against Yolanda’s moaning at the feeling of their tongues dancing. Yolanda pulls away to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You better be good.” She whispers against Trinity’s lips before kissing her again, softly this time. Trinity moans and deepens it once again, wrapping her arms around Yolanda’s shoulders, somehow pulling her closer. She moans into Yolanda’s mouth and she preens from the soft sound. She grinds down and gasps into Trinity’s mouth when she bucks her hips at the same time. The friction is delicious and Yolanda’s arousal almost reaches its peak. Trinity smirks at the sight of her girlfriend on edge and licks into her mouth, reveling in the taste of her. Yolanda almost whines but instead turns it into an irritated groan. She needs to fuck Trinity already, she thinks she’ll die if she doesn’t get inside her soon. She pulls away to catch her breath and runs a hand through her messy hair.
Yolanda huffs and looks around the bed finding the camera sitting face down on the sheets. She picks it up and zooms in, focusing on Trinity’s flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. “Let me film you.” Trinity requests through heavy breaths, reaching her hand out tentatively. She hands over the camera and leans back, reaching for the lube she had left beside Trinity. She pops it open and squeezes just a bit of it into her palm before beginning to stroke her strap, making a show of it.
“You’ve always liked to watch, haven’t you?” She says with a teasing lilt in her voice. Trinity nods and focuses the camera on Yolanda’s hands, lips parting as her arousal heightens. Yolanda smiles and lets out a laugh that quickly turns into a groan. Her stroking has slowly turned into her fucking her hand and she almost whines when Trinity lets out a moan at the sight.
Trinity lets out a shaky breath and places her hand on Yolanda’s thigh. “Can I touch you?” She asks apprehensively, her fingers twitching while she waits for a response.
Yolanda smirks and shakes her head. She reaches for the camera and places it back on the nightstand. She readjusts herself on top of Trinity, placing her hands beside her head to cage her in. “You’re very needy, did you know that?” She whispers against Trinity's mouth before pressing a quick peck to them. She moves down pressing a smattering of kisses to Trinity's neck and chest, laughing every time Trinity makes a sound.
“Yeah, you tell me every day.” Trinity eventually replies, her voice breathless. She moves her hands to Yolanda’s hips and presses up against her. Yolanda bites down on her pulse point and Trinity arches up into her. “Fuck, do it again.” She begs and Yolanda happily obliges, sinking her teeth into her smooth flesh. Trinity groans and presses her hand in Yolanda’s hair, pushing her closer. Yolanda smiles and soothes the bite with her tongue, then plants a kiss atop it. She begins leaving a trail of kisses down Trinity’s chest, moving to her breast and taking her piercing into her mouth, tracing the jewelry with her tongue. Trinity moans and moves her hand from Yolanda’s hair to find purchase in the sheets, gripping them tightly to anchor herself. Yolanda places one of her hands on Trinity’s stomach, applying a delicious amount of pressure and pulls away with a smile. Her lips are kiss bitten and covered in a beautiful sheen of spit that makes them glisten. The sight knocks something loose in Trinity's chest, affection and desire swirl in her gut. She grabs one of Yolanda’s hands and presses a soft kiss to the back of it.
A small smile paints itself over Yolanda’s lips, she takes Trinity’s hand and places it on her cheek, leaning into her touch. “Tell me what you want.” Yolanda commands breathily, tracing patterns on Trinity’s stomach. She leans down and presses a kiss to her chest as she waits for her response.
“Let me take this off already.” She sits up and tugs lightly on the edge of her opened shirt. Yolanda nods and Trinity pushes the fabric off her shoulders, throwing the shirt somewhere along the rest of their discarded clothes. “This too.” Trinity traces the edge of the lace on Yolanda’s bra and looks up at her, eyes dark with lust.
“Greedy.” Yolanda chuckles but doesn’t stop Trinity from unclasping her bra and throwing it in the direction of where she had thrown her shirt. Trinity inhales sharply and presses a lingering kiss to one of Yolanda’s breasts.
“You’re gonna kill me.” Trinity says under her breath before taking one of Yolanda’s nipples into her mouth. She pinches the other between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a groan from Yolanda. Yolanda places a hand in her girlfriend's hair, not pulling just guiding. Trinity sucks a mark onto her chest and smiles up at Yolanda. Her lips are swollen and her cheeks are flushed, heat burns low in Yolanda’s gut at the sight.
Yolanda places a hand on Trinity’s chest and pushes her back down into pillows. Trinity giggles and places her hands on Yolanda's hips, tugging her closer. Yolanda smirks and leans down, placing a smattering of kisses on Trinity’s neck, tracing the darkening marks that litter her skin with her tongue. She kisses a trail down her chest and stomach, smiling as she does so. She stops just above Trinity’s waistband, sucking a mark beside her bellybutton before moving to trace her bellybutton ring with her tongue. She’s always loved Trinity’s piercings, the sight of them alone always caused arousal to linger in her gut. The fact that she gets to touch and taste them makes her head spin. Trinity whines below her and grips the sheets with one hand, covering her eyes with the other. Yolanda huffs and moves up her body, removing her hand from her face. “No hiding.” She commands and presses a rough kiss to Trinity’s lips before moving back down. She pulls down Trinity’s boxers finally and laughs as her girlfriend immediately bucks her hips. “I’m not gonna give in that easily,” She says with a smirk
Trinity groans and drags her hands down her face. “Please, you’ve been teasing me for almost an hour.” Trinity huffs and bucks her hips up again, looking for any form of release. Yolanda hums and places her hands on Trinity’s thighs, smiling at the sight of Trinity spreading her legs wider without needing to be told. Yolanda gets off the bed and Trinity frowns as she watches her. “Where are you going?”
Yolanda smirks and picks up the camera from the nightstand. “Nowhere, just want to get a good shot of you.” She pans down the camera down Trinity’s body, her smile growing as the camera focuses on her cunt. “God, you’re beautiful.” She runs a hand through her hair and gets back on the bed, settling between Trinity’s legs. She checks to make sure the camera has enough battery before setting it down on the mattress. She wants to get an up close shot of everything, wants to see all of Trinity’s expressions when she watches this back.
Trinity places her hands back on Yolanda’s hips and leans her head up silently asking for a kiss. Yolanda closes the gap and gives her what she wants, planting a hungry kiss on her lips. The kiss is messy, lips breaking apart and coming together again and again. Trinity licks her way into Yolanda’s mouth and moans when their tongues brush. Yolanda, a string of saliva connects their lips and she rubs her thumb along Trinity’s bottom lip to break it. She pops her thumb into Trinity’s mouth and grins at how quickly she licks it clean.
Yolanda moves back down her body and places her hands on her thighs, massaging her soft skin. Trinity groans and arches into Yolanda’s touch, she looks breathtaking with the lipstick stains and hickeys that paint her skin. Yolanda leans over and presses two fingers against Trinity’s lips. “Get these nice and wet for me, baby.” Trinity opens her mouth and takes Yolanda’s fingers eagerly, swirling her tongue around them. Yolanda places a kiss on her cheek and pulls her fingers out then places a soft kiss to her lips. “If it gets too much or anything you let me know okay?” She asks softly as she pushes back Trinity’s sweat-damped hair.
Trinity nods and reaches for the camera, pointing it at Yolanda. “Can I film you?”
“You know I never say no to that.” She smirks and squeezes Trinity’s hip, a gasp leaving her mouth. Yolanda always let Trinity film whatever she wanted, they always watched the videos again and she liked for Trinity to have something to get off to. Trinity holds the camera as steadily as she can and nods for Yolanda to continue. Yolanda eagerly obeys and begins teasing her fingers along the slickness of Trinity’s folds, a shaky breath falls from her lips when Trinity grinds into her touch. Yolanda places her free hand on her hip trying to keep her in place. “Be patient baby, you know I always give you what you want.”
Trinity huffs and angles the camera with shaky hands. “I just want you, please.” The words are laced in desperation, the pout from earlier back on her face. Yolanda wants to keep drawing this out but it has been a while and she herself is feeling impatient. She pushes into Trinity’s wetness and traces along her entrance before slowly pushing in one finger. Trinity gasps and clenches around it, she tries to grind into Yolanda’s touch but is unable to due to Yolanda’s hand keeping her in place. Yolanda adds a second finger and can’t help but moan at how easily it is to slide in and out of Trinity due to her slickness. She can come just from this, she has before, watching Trinity work herself on her fingers as she makes obscene sounds.
“How are you feeling baby?” Yolanda questions as she quickens her pace, wanting to make Trinity as comfortable as possible before using the toy.
Trinity nods and almost drops the camera, hands trembling as her pleasure takes over. “Add another. Fuck, please add another, I can take it.” Her words come out jumbled, voice breathless and whiny. Yolanda pushes in another finger, a groan bleeding from her lips at the feeling of Trinity stretching around her. She can’t wait until she can stretch her out with her strap, wants to watch the way Trinity gasps and writhes when she fills her up. She leans over and grabs the camera from Trinity’s hands, placing it on the mattress. She wants Trinity to touch her, not have her hands occupied by the damn camera. She grabs Trinity’s hand and places it on her shoulder, groaning as her nails make contact with her skin.
“Scratch me, you know you want to.” She says breathlessly, her body on fire from her desire. Trinity obliges, sinking her nails further into her flesh, and drawing them down her back.. Yolanda hisses and buries her head in the crook between Trinity’s shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her sweat and cologne. As the burn in her back subsides, she pulls away and connects their lips in a dizzying kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance as Yolanda curls her fingers just right in Trinity’s aching cunt. Trinity is the one to pull away first, a string of curses falling from her lips as she approaches her orgasm.
“Stop, stop I’m close.” She blurts out and rests her head against Yolanda’s shoulder, breath coming out in short gasps.
Yolanda pulls out slowly and places her hands on the bed besides Trinity’s hips. “Are you okay?”
Trinity nods and brushes her out of her face as she lays back against the pillows. “Yeah, I just didn’t want to come yet.” She glances at the harness around Yolanda’s hips and Yolanda understands. She grabs one of Trinity’s legs and hoists it over her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her ankle. Trinity hums in satisfaction and reaches for the bottle of lube, handing it over.
Yolanda smirks and uncaps it, squeezing a good amount in her palm. “We go at your pace okay, whatever you want tell me.” She strokes the toy making sure it’s coated enough and Trinity watches with hungry eyes as Yolanda gets into position. She grabs the base of the toy and positions herself right at Trinity’s entrance. “Are you ready?”
Trinity nods and then holds up a hand to stop Yolanda. She grabs the camera and holds it out, a playful smirk on her lips. “Can you film it?” Yolanda laughs and takes the camera in her free hand, pointing it down at the sight of the toy wait just outside Trinity’s entrance. It’s a beautiful sight Trinity’s slick covers her thighs and has even spilled onto the sheets below. The curls that cover her cunt are covered in a mix of spit and sweat and Yolanda’s mouth waters at how beautiful it is. Really every part of Trinity is gorgeous, Yolanda still can’t believe that she is the one, the only one, who gets to see her like this. She teasingly traces her entrance with the toy a couple times— prolonging the moment as long as possible— then finally pushes inside slowly. Trinity moans and it takes everything in Yolanda to throw down the camera and properly touch her. She does manage to place her free hand back on Trinity’s hip, applying light pressure as she settles completely inside Trinity, their hips meeting. Trinity whimpers, finally getting what she’s been craving and feeling overwhelmed by it all.
“How are you feeling?” Yolanda asks as she pans the camera to Trinity’s face, taking in her blissed out expression.
Trinity offers a thumbs up in reassurance and taps Yolanda’s hip to signal that she can begin to move. Yolanda nods and begins rocking her hips slowly, building up a delicious rhythm that drives both of them crazy. Yolanda relishes in the soft moans and whines Trinity makes, her mouth stuck in a permanent gasp as Yolanda fucks into her. Yolanda lets out a heady groan as she increases her pace and moves a bit harsher. “Yes, yes, just like that,” Trinity snaps, words sounding strained. Yolanda follows instruction, watching again and again as the toy draws halfway out then back in again and again. She always loved this part, seeing Trinity open around her, her arousal coating the toy. Yolanda turns her head and places a kiss to Trinity’s ankle, a soft gasp falls from Trinity’s lips as she does so.
“You’re so perfect,” Yolanda mutters under her breath, her own voice sounding hoarse .
Trinity whines and holds out a hand for the camera which Yolanda happily gives up. She places her now free hand on Trinity’s leg that sits on her shoulder, using it as leverage to push in deeper. Trinity gasps and arches her back, her nipple piercings glisten and Yolanda whines. The pressure of her impending orgasm takes home in her gut, every nerve feels exposed and it almost becomes too much to bear. “God, you take me so good.” She mutters, the words barely audible over the sound of the bed creaking and their skin moving together.
Trinity places the camera down on the mattress and grabs Yolanda’s hips, pulling her closer as she begins to grind her hips, working in time with Yolanda’s thrusts. “I’m getting close,” Trinity whines.
Yolanda nods and pushes her curls back, her hair having begun to stick to her face due to her swat. Trinity huffs and grabs Yolanda’s arm, she pulls her on top of her, and plants an eager kiss on her lips. She can feel Trinity begin to clench around the toy, can feel the vibrations of their movements through the harness. It all blends into one overwhelming mix of pleasure and she feels light headed with ecstasy. She can feel her hot wetness in her panties and thinking about that pushes her arousal even further.
“Such a good girl,” Yolanda coos between kisses, cradling Trinity’s jaw and rubbing a thumb along her cheek. “Come with me, I’m so close.” She whispers against the shell of Trinity’s ear and Trinity whines once again. She sinks her nails into the sweat damped skin of Yolanda’s back and grinds up sloppily now to meet her thrusts. The movements and noises are too much and Yolanda can feel the overwhelming wave of her orgasm approaching. Trinity makes a high pitched moan which lets Yolanda know that she’s right there with her. They come at the same time, Yolanda’s movements becoming sloppy as her limbs turn into jello. She doesn’t let up though, she continues to fuck into Trinity watching as she rides out her orgasm. She’s covered in lipstick stains and marks, a light sheen of sweat makes her look ethereal in the damp light. Her lips are kiss bitten and swollen and she’s staring at Yolanda as if she’s the most beautiful thing in the world, which to Trinity she is. Yolanda knows she’s looking at Trinity in the same way, her heart full of devotion for the woman below her.
Yolanda is still moving inside her slowly, not ready to pull out yet but wanting Trinity to relax. She places soft kisses all along her chest and laughs against her flushed skin. “You’re a wreck,” Trinity mumbles and runs a hand through Yolanda’s curls.
“Oh really?” You’re one to talk,” Yolanda teases back, playfully biting at Trinity’s jaw. She looks down into her girlfriend’s face and almost melts at the sight of her blissed out expression. Trinity rolls her eyes and kisses her cheek obnoxiously with a loud smack.
“Can you go get me some water?” Trinity asks softly, looking at Yolanda with affection. Yolanda nods and slowly pulls out, chuckling when Trinity whines at the loss of contact. She takes a few seconds to gather her bearings before heading to the kitchen. She grabs a clean glass and fills it with ice and water from the fridge. She thinks about Trinity waiting in bed for her and smiles as she walks back to the bedroom. She freezes in the doorway at the sight of Trinity sitting on her knees in the middle of her bed, pointing the camera straight at Yolanda.
Yolanda smiles and shakes her head, she takes a few tentative sips of water and approaches the bed. “Oh, does someone want to go again?” She asks playfully as she hands her girlfriend the glass. Trinity smirks around the rim as she drinks and shrugs. She gets a drop of water down her chin and Yolanda wipes it away.
“If you can handle it,” Trinity says with a playful gleam in her eyes, handing the glass back to Yolanda and focusing the camera on her throat as she downs the rest of the water.
Yolanda scoffs and walks over to place the glass on the nightstand. “I can handle it just fine, you’re the one I’m worried about.” Trinity laughs and leans forward, placing her hands on her knees, arching her back in a way that makes heat form low in Yolanda’s gut again.
“Come on baby, are you really gonna make me wait again?” She shakes her hips and Yolanda groans. She tucks her hair behind her ears and makes her way onto the bed beside Trinity. She places two fingers on Trinity’s cheek and turns her head, placing a soft kiss to her lips. Trinity smiles into it, a soft breath breaking past her lips.
“Pass me the camera,” Yolanda whispers against Trinity's mouth. Trinity hands it over and plants another gentle kiss to her girlfriend's lips, smiling when their lips break apart. Yolanda’s eyes appreciatively rake down Trinity’s body, she runs her hand down Trinity’s back and lightly smacks her ass. Trinity gasps and leans down, pressing her hands into the sheets.
“You’re playing dirty,” Trinity spits out, words laced with want.
Yolanda laughs and moves Trinity’s hair to plant a kiss on her neck. “But you like it.” She whispers against the shell of her ear. “Now bend over for me baby.”
“Use your manners,” Trinity says teasingly, using Yolanda’s words against her.
Yolanda huffs out a laugh but nods. “Please, bend over for me baby. She whispers against Trinity’s flushed skin causing her to shudder.
“Good girl.” Trinity coos before getting onto her hands and knees, arching her back tauntingly. Yolanda’s mouth goes dry, the sight before her making her core ache. Trinity really was the most beautiful person in the world, everything about her took Yolanda’s breath away. She could sit here forever and watch her, eyes taking in all the littered evidence of their earlier encounter on her skin.
Yolanda runs a hand through her tousled curls and moves to position herself behind Trinity. She leans over and presses a kiss between Trinity’s shoulder blades. She runs her hands down Trinity’s back, her lips following the path of her hands as she leaves open mouth kisses down the length of her spine. She licks a stripe along her lower back and squeezes her ass softly, a whine bleeding from Trinity’s lips. “You feel so good,” She whispers against the smooth expanse of Trinity’s skin. Trinity moans at the praise, arching just a bit more into Yolanda’s touch.
“You’re being a tease again,” Trinity groans into the pillow below her. Yolanda laughs and bites one of Trinity’s cheeks causing her to hiss. “Fuck! You’re gonna be the death of me.” She says through clenched teeth, fisting her hands in the sheets below.
Yolanda smirks and smacks Trinity’s ass roughly, Trinity yelps and her head falls between her shoulder blades. “Fuck, fuck, do it again, please.”
Yolanda laughs and places the camera on the nightstand. “Such a needy thing.” Yolanda teases and smacks Trinity’s ass once more. A loud moan leaves Trinity’s lips and she buries her face into the pillow below her. There’s a full body mirror in the corner of Yolanda’s room and she smirks as an idea hits her. She gets off the bed and grabs the camera, she places it on a tripod that was still out from last week and smiles at Trinity in the mirror as she sets it up.
“You’re taking too long.” Trinity groans and lays flat on her stomach, watching Yolanda with a pout on her lips.
Yolanda hums along to the song that’s playing and shrugs. “You need to learn to be patient, you’re not gonna get everything quickly just because you want it.”
Trinity groans and rolls over, she scoots down so she can hang upside down off the mattress. Yolanda laughs to herself as she thinks about how this scene is being filmed. She wonders how Trinity will act when she watches her bratty self back. “I’m almost finished with setting this up, the less you complain the quicker I finish.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” Trinity mumbles.
Yolanda sets up the camera perfectly, filming the mirror without the reflection of the camera in sight. She approaches the bed and lifts up Trinity's head, laughing at her irritated face as she does so. “Scoot back down, all your blood is gonna rush to your head.” Trinity huffs but obeys, moving back to her previous spot. She leans up on her elbows and watches Yolanda get back onto the bed.
“You’re a major tease.” Trinity grumbles under her breath, refusing to make eye contact with Yolanda. Yolanda won’t have that, she wants Trinity's attention— craves it. She puts her finger under Trinity’s chin and turns her to face her.
“If you’re gonna be a brat I’m not going to give you what you want,” Yolanda says with a hint of impatience in the slight space between them. She wants to get her hands back on Trinity, but she won’t give in if Trinity thinks she can do whatever she wants and get rewarded for it.
Trinity sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “Okay, I’m sorry,” She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes with it.
Yolanda shakes her head and grips her chin roughly, boring into her eyes with a hard stare. “Say it again, and watch your tone.” She presses her thumb against Trinity’s bottom lip, watching with rapt attention as Trinity’s impatient look turns into one of submission.
“I’m sorry.” The words fall softly from Trinity’s swollen lips softly. Yolanda smiles and rubs her thumb along Trinity’s lower lip, grinning when she parts her lips without question.
Yolanda pushes her finger into her mouth and Trinity hungrily swirls her tongue around it. “Much better, you’re such a good girl when you want to be.” She pulls her thumb out of her mouth and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “Now bend over.” Yolanda commands as she moves her hands to rest on Trinity’s lower back. She watches in awe as Trinity bends forward, resting her head on the pillow below.
Yolanda leans down, pressing a kiss to Trinity’s shoulder. “Comfortable?”
Trinity nods and leans into Yolanda’s touch, her eyes gleaming with lust. Yolanda smiles and presses a lingering kiss between her shoulder blades before moving to sit up behind her. She grabs the lube from where it had been pushed beneath one of the pillows. She coats the strap in the slick liquid and positions herself behind Trinity.
Trinity hums and watches Yolanda in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and hair an absolute mess. “Taking your sweet time,” She mutters, watching with rapt attention as Yolanda grabs the base of the toy, rubbing the tip teasingly along her folds. Trinity gasps and her head falls into the pillow, she pushes herself back, patience wearing thin. Yolanda drapes herself over Trinity’s back, placing her free hand in Trinity’s hair, yanking just a bit to get her to look up at herself in the mirror.
“Look at how pretty you are, so eager,” Yolanda whispers in her ear. Trinity nods and whines when Yolanda bites at the shell of her ear. “Are you ready?” She whispers and licks over the area she bit.
“I’ve been ready. Are you ready?” She looks into Yolanda’s eyes in their reflection. Yolanda’s heart skips a beat at the desperation in her eyes. Yolanda lines herself up with Trinity’s entrance and pushes in slowly, watching as Trinity’s cunt stretches around her, a groan falls past her lips. She removes her hand from her hair to get both her hands on her hips. She pulls Trinity back onto the strap as she continues to push forward, filling Trinity to the hilt. Trinity whines and buries her head in the pillow below, breathing ragged as she adjusts to the fullness in her cunt.
Once Yolanda is fully settled she smirks and runs a hand through her hair. “Does that answer your question?” Trinity hums in response, lifting her head to watch Yolanda in the mirror. Trinity has always loved seeing Yolanda’s expressions during sex, the sight of her girlfriend enjoying herself doing wonders for her own desire. Yolanda presses a smattering of kisses anywhere she can reach— Trinity’s down Trinity’s back, along her shoulders, and the crook of her neck. Ever so slowly she begins to rock her hips, one of her hands on Trinity’s lower back and the other on her hip. She guides Trinity expertly on her strap, drawing out the prettiest sounds for her lips.
“Fuck, Yolanda, faster,” Trinity groans, trying her best to quicken her own pace but her movements are sloppy, her orgasm already on the horizon. Yolanda obeys, building up a teasing rhythm. She pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sounds that fill the room making her head spin. “Faster, please. Stop being a fucking tease,” Trinity spits out, arching her back a bit more.
Yolanda scoffs and stops her ministrations, which causes Trinity to whine once again. “Say please and I’ll keep going.”
“Please.” Trinity says pointedly, turning her head as much as possible to actually look into Yolanda’s eyes. “Please go faster.” She looks utterly wrecked, the sight making heat burn through Yolanda’s already overheated body. Yolanda lets out a shaky breath and nods, she presses a kiss to Trinity's lips and starts moving at a faster pace. Trinity moans and grips the sheets, knuckles turning white from the strength of her grip. She’s watching Yolanda in the mirror, mouth stuck in a gasp.
Yolanda grips her hips and pulls Trinity back in time with her thrusts. She readjusts herself and buries herself deeper in the woman below her, hands beginning to shake. She presses her forehead between her shoulder blades, her breath coming out in shaky puffs. “I’m getting close,” Trinity gasps before her head falls into the pillow. Yolanda shakes her head and grabs a fistful of Trinity’s hair, pulling her head up. “No hiding, I want you to see how pretty you look when I fuck you.”
Trinity moans and does her best to keep her head up and eyes open. Yolanda groans as she moves her hand from Trinity’s hair to her stomach, feeling as she fucking into her. Trinity’s slick coats Yolanda’s cock and drips down her thighs, Yolanda licks her lips at the sight of it. She smacks Trinity’s ass lightly with her free hand before moving it back to Trinity’s hip, gripping so hard it’s sure to leave a bruise. She pushes Trinity up so she’s more on her knees and increases her pace. With the new angle Trinity is able to push herself up along the toy and back down. Yolanda shudders, her own orgasm building as she watches how they move together in their reflection. She gains some leverage by holding onto Trinity's hips and begins hitting one of her favorite spots over and over again. The sound that tears itself from Trinity’s tone is one of the sweetest things Yolanda has ever heard. “Look at you,” She says breathlessly, grabbing Trinity’s chin and casting her gaze in the mirror. “Such a wreck, all for me.”
Trinity whines and nods, one of her hands making a grab for Yolanda’s holding it tightly as her pleasure courses through her. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire as Yolanda pushes into her at a dizzying pace. She takes in a shaky breath before responding, “Yours, all yours.”
Yolanda smiles and removes her hand from Trinity’s chin. She pushes Trinity back into her earlier position, thrusts becoming sloppy as the pressure builds up in her gut. “Yolanda-” Trinity cries out and ducks her head once again. “Oh, fuck,” She whines and Yolanda can feel her beginning to clench around the toy. Yolanda quickly moves her hand to Trinity’s hair, pulling a bit harder to get her attention.
“Lift your head up c’mon Keep watching, we both know how much you like it.” Her words come out with a teasing lilt, the kind of tone that always made Trinity weak. Trinity nods and slowly lifts her head, she watches for a few seconds before pushing herself to be able to lean back. She plants a lazy kiss on Yolanda’s lips, too overwhelmed to put any real heat in it. Yolanda smiles into it and lets Trinity take the lead this time. Trinity bites Yolanda’s lips and moves down to press kisses against her neck. Yolanda moans and moves one of her hands from Trinity’s hip to one of her nipple rings. Trinity gasps and covers Yolanda’s hand with her own, leaning into the hot touch against the cool metal.
“Yolanda,” Trinity whispers into the tense air that surrounds them.“I need you to touch me,” She huffs and her head falls forward, she’s a mess from head to toe, teetering on the edge and just needing the extra push from Yolanda’s fingers. Yolanda reaches her hand between Trinity’s legs, sliding easily into her soaked folds and rubs teasingly slow circles against her aching clit. Trinity huffs and shakes her head. “Faster, I need you to be faster.”
Yolanda smirks and kisses the shell of Trinity’s ear. “You forgot to say something.”
Trinity groans and grinds down, taking Yolanda deeper and applying more pressure to her clit. “Please. Fuck you’re strict.” She spits out, words laced with irritation.
Yolanda laughs and speeds up both her thrusts and fingers at once. Trinity whines, finally getting what she wants.. Yolanda’s own orgasm has been on the horizon for the last couple minutes and watching Trinity getting off like this is making the pleasure coil tight in her stomach. “Keep watching, you look so pretty.” Yolanda whispers against Trinity’s flushed skin.
“So do you.” Trinity says breathlessly as she grips Yolanda’s free hand as a way to ground herself. Her thighs begin to shake and her breaths become even more uneven. Yolanda’s own movements become shaky and sloppy and before she knows it Trinity is coming and she follows not even one second later. She slows her thrusts down as she works Trinity through her orgasm and presses a smattering of kisses to her shoulder. Trinity hums and turns her head, pressing a soft kiss to Yolanda’s cheek.
“How are you feeling?” Trinity asks quietly as she tries to catch her breath. She holds Yolanda’s hand and rubs her thumb along the back of it.
Yolanda nods and presses a soft kiss to Trinity’s jaw. “I’m good, are you okay? Do you need anything?” Trinity hums thoughtfully and runs a hand through her messy hair.
“Could you get me some more water?” She flashes a small sleepy smile that tugs at Yolanda’s heart. She presses a quick kiss to her jaw before slowly pulling out, smiling at the whine that falls from Trinity’s mouth. She steps off the bed and undoes the straps on her hips, sliding the harness off and placing it on the bed. Trinity lays down on her back against the pillows, not making any moves to get up. Yolanda moves over to the camera and shuts it off before moving to grab the empty glass from the nightstand.
“Do you need anything else besides water?” She runs a hand through Trinity’s sweat soaked hair and presses a tender kiss to her cheek. Trinity hums and shakes her head, smiling up at Yolanda through her lashes. Yolanda pads out of the room and heads into the kitchen. She pours them each a glass of cool water before heading back to the bedroom. Trinity is lying just as she was when Yolanda left, her arm draped over her eyes. “Don’t tell me you already fell asleep.” She teases and places the glasses down on the nightstand.
Trinity huffs and sits up, running her hands through her tousled hair. Yolanda smiles and hands her one of the glasses. “Not sleeping yet, I need a bath.” She stretches out her back and groans.
“I’ll go draw you a bath, drink up.” Yolanda taps Trinity’s glass which causes her to roll her eyes. Yolanda lets out a huff of a laugh and heads to her bathroom. She draws back the shower curtain and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it’s at the perfect warmth. She pours in some lavender epsom salt and grabs the pear shampoo she keeps stocked for Trinity.
Yolanda heads back to the bedroom and smiles at the sight of Trinity scrolling on her phone, her empty glass sitting on the nightstand. “What could you possibly be looking at right now?” She chuckles and gets onto the bed, settling between her girlfriend's legs.
Trinity smiles and flips her phone for Yolanda to see, a video of kittens playing stares back at her. “I was thinking about getting a cat soon, kind of like this one.” Trinity points at a small black cat on the screen. Yolanda chuckles and nods, squeezing Trinity’s thigh affectionately.
“Okay, we can talk about your future cat later. The bath is probably overflowing by now, let’s go.” She taps Trinity’s thigh and gets off the bed, holding out her hand to help Trinity up. Trinity gets up slowly and smiles, placing her hand in Yolanda’s.
“Are you gonna wash my hair?” Trinity says with a playful smirk as she lets herself get led to the bathroom by Yolanda. She always loved when Yolanda took care of her, and she loved doing the same back. Yolanda hums as she pushes the door fully open, guiding Trinity in with her hand on the small of her back.
“Of course I’m gonna wash your hair, now get in.” Yolanda says with a smile and Trinity happily obliges. She gets into the tub and Yolanda follows, settling against the ceramic and pulling Trinity against her chest. Trinity hums and lets herself relax against Yolanda, a sleepy yawn falling from her lips. Yolanda smiles and wraps her arms around her, resting her chin on her shoulder. She relishes in the tenderness of the moment and her heart feels full from the love they share.