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Erica twirls her spaghetti as she takes a bite. She looks across the table to her girlfriend, and she almost seems nervous.
“Everything okay?” Erica asks.
“Oh, yeah.” Blake smiles, and Erica thinks it’s fake. “Hey, um, what would you say to me giving you a massage tonight?”
Oh. How forward Blake is still surprises her.
“Well, um. I guess. Did you have a long week?”
Blake takes a bite of spaghetti.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t need a long week to want to make love to my girlfriend.”
Erica blushes.
Oh, that kind of massage.
Erica swallows and takes a bite of spaghetti.
Blake reaches out to Erica, and Erica looks down at her hand, then back to Blake, and everything about her has softened. Her heart skips. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Erica swallows.
“It ah . . . sounds nice . . . what . . . what did you have in mind?”
Blake smiles but doesn’t approach devilish or teasing as it often does when they discuss sex.
“Well, I just want to hold you, rub oil on your body, whisper sweet things into your ear as my hand descends your body, slips into your panties, and I make you cum.” She takes a bite of food.
Erica’s face is red. That sounds so hot. How . . . Fuck me.
“Then, of course, I’ll have no choice but to clean you up with my mouth, and if you’re not too shaky, you can return the favor.”
Holy shit. How?
Erica’s body feels like it’s on fire. She swallows the lump in her throat and takes a sip of wine. When she looks back at her, Blake smiles at her sweetly. There is something hot in the sheer lack of lust on her face as she describes it.
“That sounds . . . nice.”
“I’m glad.”
“Would you want me to wear anything special?”
“Just whatever panties you feel sexy in. Unless you’d prefer I strip you, then whatever you want.”
Erica swallowed. She hated to admit it, but one of her favorite things was feeling Blake’s hands on her body, slowly shedding clothes, being vulnerable with her. She wouldn’t trade her hottest, dirtiest fetish for those perfect, slow, sensual kisses with her lover when she felt completely safe.
“I can wear lingerie. I . . . I like having your hands on me. I want kisses with you first, so . . .” She swallows the lump in her throat as she confesses her truest vulnerability. “I feel safe.”
Blake nodded and reached out to her, taking her hand.
“I always, always want you to feel safe with me. I love you. I know we’re both passionate, and I’m dominant, but always, anytime, please make sure I make you feel safe.”
Erica’s heart skipped. She blinked, and a tear fell down her cheek.
“That . . . that . . . thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Blake smiled.
Erica smiled back. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Blake smiled and pulled back to her seat. “You know I’ve been fantasizing about this all day, but it’s your fucking perfect smile that is making me horny.”
Erica flinched, and her cheeks blushed. She didn’t know if she wanted to smile more or less.
She looked down into her pasta and took another bite.
. . .
Erica trembled as she looked herself over in the bathroom, as Blake set up the bedroom. She had no idea why, even after living with Blake for six months, back together for almost two years. Even after they had explored every one of their fetishes. She was still nervous when they set up the time to make love.
There was comfort in the discomfort when Blake came home horny as hell, pushed Erica up against the wall, and fucked her before dragging her to the bedroom and grinding herself on Erica’s face. If Erica deserved sex, that was the kind she felt she deserved, not this. Not making love to the hottest, most beautiful woman in the world. Not a woman who so graciously indulged in every one of Erica’s fetishes. Not someone who made her feel seen, loved, desired, and safe.
Erica took a breath and looked at herself in the mirror. “You deserve her. You love her. She loves you.” No, you don’t. Erica clenched. Shut-up. Erica ran her fingers through her brushed blonde locks, giving them a light tussle. She turned off the bathroom light and entered the bedroom.
Erica’s heart leapt into her chest. Blake stood there in all her glory, in nothing but black panties. Her breasts looked delicious, her short black hair falling to her shoulders. So, fucking sexy.
Blake smiled, and Erica’s heart skipped. “You are so beautiful, Baby,” Blake said. Her core warmed. “Come here,” Blake said. It took a second for Erica’s brain to remember how to walk, and she stepped closer to her lover.
Blake’s smile remained the whole time, holding out her hand to the blonde. Erica took Blake’s hand, which was soft and warm and felt like home. Blake ran her hands up Erica’s arms, covered by a lace robe. Blake cupped Erica’s cheeks, and her core warmed again. A large part of her hated how Blake made her feel, putty in her hands, totally submissive. She didn’t like being the object of desire because she wanted to be of service; that was her love language. She needed to please, but when they started dating, she quickly realized that Blake had claimed the bedroom, and Erica was not prepared for how wonderful she felt in Blake’s hands.
“You are so beautiful,” Blake said again.
Erica’s heart skipped.
“Thank you.” A breath. “You look so sexy.”
Blake gave her a lazy smile.
“Can I kiss you?”
Erica’s heart skipped, unsure why she still asked. Then again, Blake seemed to know everything that turned her on. Fuck anyone who said consent wasn’t hot.
“Please,” Erica whimpered.
Blake ran her thumb down Erica’s lips as she looked at her hungrily. Blake leaned down and pressed her lips to Erica. Erica’s heart skipped. Every kiss they shared was still as electric as their first. Blake parted her lips, letting them fall into Erica’s. Her heart skipped again. Soft. Erica wrapped her hands around her lover's waist and quickly ran her hands up the smoothness of her back, wanting to pull her closer. Blake flicked her tongue along Erica’s teeth, and she opened. Their tongues brushed in a dance that they knew so well. Erica hummed against her mouth, knowing the sound calmed yet urged Blake on. She tasted good, like Blake, with notes of tomato and red wine. They kissed slowly, fully, and deeply as was Erica’s preference.
Blake pulled away and peppered Erica’s neck with kisses before whispering, “You taste good.”
Erica felt her heart skip.
“You taste good too,” Erica said weekly.
“Give me your tongue,” Blake said, pushing down her robe, exposing her shoulder.
Erica opened her mouth without hesitation. That was it. As Blake’s mouth descended on her tongue, Erica realized that’s why she liked being Blake’s sub, because when it was the two of them, nothing else mattered, and for a few moments, her brain, her overthinking, critical, self-loathing brain, turned off, and she belonged to Blake, the woman she loved.
Blake sucked on Erica’s tongue, and Erica moaned. She sucked longer than usual, then licked up a bead of drool that had fallen from her mouth. Blake kissed her cheek after making her blush. Then she kissed her neck, soft at first, then moving to hard, sucking kisses. Erica moaned, and she didn’t even notice that Blake had removed her robe. Hands caressing her back and moving to unclasp her bra. Blake licked Erica’s neck before sucking on her earlobe. Erica moaned again.
Blake kissed her ear. “Can I take this off?”
Erica moaned.
Blake kissed down her neck before biting her shoulder. “Use your words, Baby.”
“Yes,” Erica almost whimpered.
“Good girl.”
Erica trembled.
Fuck me. Every time.
Erica moaned again, and Blake pushed off her bra. Leaving them both in nothing but their panties. Blake kissed her again, and Erica turned to putty. After a while, as Blake grabbed Erica’s small breasts, she pulled away, looking into her eyes.
“I have a gift for you.”
“What? You don’t—” Erica stopped as Blake covered her lips.
Blake stepped away and pulled out a velvet jewelry box. Erica felt her heart rate quicken. Please don’t be diamonds. Please don’t be diamonds.
Blake opened the box, showing the necklace to Erica. It was silver and had a beautiful purple gemstone set in the center. Erica’s heart skipped again. It’s beautiful.
“Blake, you didn’t need—”
“It wasn’t that expensive.” Blake cut in. Erica knew her self-deprecating comments hurt Blake, but even after years, she couldn’t stop them from coming.
“I was at a store. I love purple. I was going to get it for myself, but the store owner said the stone is amethyst, which some people believe can help with anxiety and make a person feel more confident. I want you to have this. I want you to wear this as I make love to you.” Blake took a breath. “You . . .” Blake paused, and Erica knew she was getting emotional, something rare, because Blake was always so calm and easy going. “You are so wonderful and amazing. You are selfless, kind, and sweet. You are, without question, the most wonderful, caring, honest partner I’ve had, and I fucking love you so much it hurts sometimes. It pains me to see you hurt, to think that you don’t deserve me when I would die for you in a heartbeat. You are my everything. So, if this necklace can help you in even a fraction of a percent, if nothing else, other than I gave it to you, I would have happily spent ten times what I did. Erica, you are amazing, and no matter what that twisted fucker in your head tells you are worth every ounce of my love because you give it back to me in spades.”
Erica, with tears streaming down her cheeks, pulled Blake in and kissed her. They shared giggles and sniffles between each kiss, but it felt like home.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I don’t deserve her. I don’t—Shut up! Erica clenched.
Blake smiled at her and kissed the corner of Erica’s jaw, then her cheek, and whispered. “I’ll kill him eventually. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” A breath. “Thank you.” Another breath. “Am . . . am I really your everything?”
Blake smiled and nodded. “There is nothing I wouldn’t give up for you. Nothing I would do or trade if it meant I had to give you up. I will yell and scream it until I’m blue in the face, and the fucker in your head can realize that I fucking love you. I love you, Erica.”
Erica’s heart skipped, and her cheeks burned from blushing and smiling. She didn’t even realize she was smiling.
“You have the most beautiful smile.” A breath. “Can I put this on you?” Erica nodded. Turned and pulled her hair up to expose her neck. Blake wrapped the necklace around Erica’s neck, clasped it, then kissed the back of her neck. Blake wrapped her arms around Erica’s waist and started peppering her neck with kisses. Her hands moved up and cupped her breasts again.
“Are you ready, beautiful?”
“Yes.” A breath. “Thank you for such a wonderful night and a lovely gift,” Erica said, playing with the necklace.
“Oh, Honey. It’s just getting started.” Blake gave her breasts one more squeeze before taking her hand and leading her to the bed.
Blake got onto the bed first, propping herself up with pillows, then gestured for Erica to join. Blake made one final adjustment to the mask and oil resting on the nightstand as Erica settled into her. Blake ran her hands down Erica’s arms, getting her to tremble. She brushed Erica’s hair and rested her head on her shoulder.
“Are you comfortable, Baby. You need to be comfortable.”
Erica made a tiny adjustment. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” Blake said with another caress. Erica trembled.
“Can I cover your eyes?”
“Why?”
“I want you focused on how things feel. I don’t want you watching. Just the sound of my voice and the feeling of my hands on that perfect body of yours.”
No, yours is perfect. No. We can both be perfect. Fuck.
“I-I guess.”
Blake grabbed the eye mask. “If it makes you uncomfortable, you can ask me to take it off, or if you prefer, you can use our safe word.”
As Blake started getting more dominant, even though they hadn’t done anything from the BDSM community, Blake suggested they have a safe word as a precaution. In the many, many times they had had sex, the word had only been used three times. Two of the three were because Erica’s best friend, the critic, had threatened to give Erica a panic attack while they were having sex. The other was because Blake had gotten a little too aggressive with her choking. Blake was mortified that the word had to be used. Apologized profusely, kissing her neck to the point of Erica laughing, then let Erica make Blake cum first, twice. Erica remembered her tasting especially good that night.
Blake put the eye mask on her.
“Okay?”
“Can you loosen it a little bit?”
“Of course, Baby.” Blake loosens the mask, and Erica instinctively relaxes into her.
“I love when you call me Baby, when . . . we’re being intimate.”
“I know.” A breath. “Good girl.” Blake coos, and Erica trembles.
“I’m going to put some oil on you. I tried to make sure it was warm, but it may be cold.”
“Okay.”
Erica trembled as Blake’s wet hands touched her abs.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Blake slid up and grabbed her breasts.
“Fuck.” Erica moaned.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I didn’t expect it to feel so good.”
“I’m glad.” Blake grabbed her breasts a few times, getting another moan out of Erica, before she moved up and grabbed her neck.
Erica relaxed into her shoulder.
“You are so beautiful.” Blake lulled into her ear.
As Blake's wet, oily hands descend her body, Erica says, “Kiss me.”
One hand descends her abs, the other grabs her throat and moves her head into position before kissing her. The kiss is soft and sensual, until it’s deep, heavy, and full of tongue. Erica moans into her lover’s mouth.
Blake pulls away, and Erica almost whines. She can hear a glug and knows Blake is adding more oil to her hands. Erica trembles again as the oily hands grab her breasts and move slowly down her abs.
“I adore you.” Blake kisses her cheek.
“Thank you.”
“You are so soft. So sexy, glistening like this.”
“Thank you.”
Blake kisses her cheek and her neck as her hands wander, spreading oil over her skin.
“Say I’m beautiful,” Blake says, caressing her body.
Wha—
“I’m beautiful.”
“Say I’m sexy.”
“I’m sexy.”
“Good girl,” Blake coos, moving back up to pinch Erica’s already hardened nipples. Erica trembles.
Blake’s hands move down to Erica’s thighs, and Blake kisses Erica’s neck.
“Say I deserve this.”
“I—” Erica swallows. “I deserve this.”
More caressing and another kiss to her neck. Then another.
“Say it again.”
“I deserve this.”
“Again.”
“I deserve this.”
“Good girl.” Blake moans into her ear. Then she grabs her jaw and kisses her. Erica melts deeper into Blake as their tongues dance.
Blake pulls back again.
“Okay?”
Erica moans in the affirmative.
Blake's right hand descends her body, slipping under her panties to grab her bush, while the other hand grabs her breast.
“Thank you for growing this out for me. I love having something to grab.” Blake kisses her neck. “Do you ever play with your bush?”
Erica nods.
“Good girl,” Blake sings.
Erica whimpers.
Blake kisses her neck. And again. Then kisses her ear before whispering.
“How do you want it?”
“Slow. On my clit.”
Blake nearly purrs. “Good girl. I’d love to take my time with you.”
Erica falls deeper into the crook of her neck. “You smell good.”
Black trembles.
She swallows hard. “It’s probably just the oil.”
Erica moves in deeper, taking in a long inhale in the crook of Blake’s neck.
“No. You smell good.”
Blake trembles again.
A breath, and she kisses Erica’s neck.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Blake says low.
“I’m just being honest.” Erica almost trembles, feeling small and weak.
“That’s great. I always want you to be honest with me even when it’s scary.”
Eric realizes that Blake is still playing with her bush, and she trembles.
“Say I’m beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful.”
“Say I deserve this.”
“I deserve this.”
“Say I deserve Blake’s love.”
“I . . . I deserve Blake’s love.”
“Again.”
“I deserve Blake’s love.”
“Again,” Blake says, grabbing her bush hard.
“I deserve Blake’s love.”
“Again,” Blake says, pulling back. She knows how to pull where it just feels like pressure. It doesn’t hurt. She isn’t trying to hurt her; she’s saying ‘you're mine’.
“I deserve your love.”
Blake rakes her fingers through Erica’s bush and starts to twirl the hair.
“Good girl,” Blake hums.
Erica trembles.
Blake’s hands retreat, and Erica can hear her add more oil. Blake’s hands run over her shoulders, over her sides, and down her lower back. Blake kisses her neck again.
“Can I lower your panties?”
Please.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck me. Erica trembles.
Blake kisses the back of Erica’s neck before pushing her panties down. They rest about mid-thigh, and Erica finds something hot in that. Blake’s hands run down either side of her crotch into her warmth, while not touching her vagina. Erica moans.
Blake kisses the back of her neck again.
“You are so beautiful. I forget how beautiful you are, Baby.”
“Thank you.”
Blake runs her oiled fingers through Erica’s folds.
“Already wet for me, Baby?”
Blake kisses her neck, then her cheek. The second Blake’s fingers touch her clit, Erica moans, then begs for a kiss. Blake’s other hand moves up to grab her jaw, and she crashes her lips to her lover. Blake moans into her mouth. Erica moans back. The kiss is sensual and slow, matching the pace of Blake’s fingers as she rolls her clit. Erica pulls away to whimper.
“Tiny bit faster.”
Blake obliges, then teases. “Of course, Baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me.”
Blake’s lips are on hers a second later. Erica moans and once again turns to putty in her hands. Erica whimpers as the pleasure grows in her core and savoring the taste of her girlfriend. Blake pulled back. “You taste so good.” She kissed her neck again.
Erica moaned.
“Feeling good, Baby?”
She moaned in confirmation.
Blake kissed her again.
Erica moaned into Blake’s mouth, savoring the taste of her tongue as Blake’s hand moved at the perfect pace. Erica’s hand subconsciously moved into Blake’s soft black locks, holding her against her mouth as they kissed at the pace of Blake’s hand. Erica took in a deep breath through her nose once again, savoring Blake’s scent. Sweet and floral like perfume, even though Blake rarely wore it. The faint sweetness of her shampoo, maybe. The saltiness of her skin, the savoriness of pasta, and something indescribable other than simply perfect, Blake.
Blake held her tighter, kissing her deeper, somehow rubbing her harder, but not faster. Erica moaned again into her mouth. Her heart began to beat faster, and the critic began to pry their way into this perfect moment. Erica twitched, but not in a loving way, as if she had been attacked, struck. Her lover, somehow recognizing the movement, slowed everything for a moment, leaning into sensuality. Blake pulled away slowly, kissed Erica’s cheek and neck, before whispering.
“Okay, Baby?”
She doesn’t love you. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve—Shut up! She flinched again. She clenched her fist, focusing on Blake’s movements. She groaned in both pleasure and anger. There was a growl in her voice; she hoped Blake wouldn’t notice.
Shut-up! Leave me alone, you bastard.
“Mm hmm,” Erica forced the moan.
Blake gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Don’t lie to me. He’s hurting you, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Erica whimpered.
Blake slowed even more.
“Want me to stop?”
Erica shook her head.
Blake removed the eye mask. Even the dim candlelight was too much for her at first. Erica peered into Blake’s blue eyes, and her heart skipped.
“I’m right here, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Thank you.
No, she— Shut up!
She clenched, and a tear streaked her face.
Blake wiped away the tear. It took Erica a second to notice that it was the hand she had been rubbing her clit with. She could smell herself on her fingers. She hated that she thought it smelled good. She was only allowed to think that Blake smelled good. She was nothing. Blake smiled at her, and her heart skipped.
“I need you to smile at me, Baby.”
Erica tried but couldn’t.
Blake’s face saddened, and Erica’s heart skipped.
You fucking bitch. You hurt her. You hurt her. Shut-up! This is your fault, you fuck. Get out of my he—
Blake kissed her. Everything stopped. Erica melted into her. Pulled her closer, drowned in her softness, warmth, and love.
Blake pulled away slowly.
“Did I do anything tonight to hurt you?”
“No. I promise it was me.”
Blake nodded. “Do you want to stop?”
Erica shook her head. “No. Your arms are my safe space. I love your taste, your smell, your warmth. Please don’t leave me.”
“Never.” She kissed her cheek. “Never.” She kissed her forehead. “Never.” She kissed her ear. “Never.” Kissed her lips. “Never.” She kissed both of Erica’s eyelids. “Never.” She kissed her nose. “Nothing on earth would drag me away from you.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Baby.” A breath. “Better?”
She trembled as the voice persisted.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you so much. I adore you.”
Erica trembled.
“I love you. I adore you.”
Blake caressed her side, then looped around her stomach, holding her close.
She lowered her voice to a whisper and craned her head into the crook of Erica’s neck. She kissed her cheek, then her neck, then her ear. “I love you more than I have words. So tell that son of a bitch to fuck off. I have you. I’m here for you, Erica.”
“Thank you,” Erica whimpered. It was softer than a whisper.
Blake pulled back, kissing Erica’s cheek as she did.
“Tell me,” Blake said softly.
“I’m beautiful, and I deserve you.”
Blake smiled, and Erica’s heart skipped.
“Say it again.”
“I’m beautiful and I deserve you.”
Blake leaned in closer, smile bigger, and Erica noticed her lips pull.
“Again.”
“I’m beautiful and I deserve you.”
Blake smiles full, then devilish, before leaning down and licking her ear. Erica noticed her fingers gripping her bush, and she trembled in the most perfect way.
“Say it like you mean it.” A hot breath on her ear, “Baby.”
“I’m beautiful and I deserve you.”
“Good girl,” she said low and hot.
Blake hugged her tightly.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
Erica trembled, and Blake’s fingers dipped to her clit. Erica moaned, and Blake circled her clit. Blake started again with words of affirmation before asking Erica to tell herself phrases of affirmation. Everything Erica had confessed, she felt she didn’t deserve. She wasn’t beautiful. She wasn’t good enough for her. Not hot enough for her.
Blake didn’t have that outlook. Erica was wonderful. Peitie, cute, gracious, beautiful, kind, selfless, caring. She was everything that Blake had been missing in a partner, and Erica somehow felt she wasn’t good enough. So, Blake came up with these exercises. Forcing Erica to say the opposite, the positive, of the horrible things she thought of herself, to try and kill those beliefs.
“Good girl,” Blake said again after the sixth round of back and forth, making Erica say good things about herself and their relationship.
Blake peppered Erica’s neck and face with kisses when she whispered, “Feeling good, Baby?”
Erica moaned in confirmation.
“Good girl. Push. I want you to cum in my arms.”
Erica moaned again
Blake held her closer, kissing her cheek and lowering her voice.
“Cum hard for me, Baby. I want you to explode on my fingers.”
A whimper.
“Good girl.”
“All that matters is that you feel good. Cum for me, Baby. Cum for me.”
Erica’s whole body coursed with ecstasy. Erica thought that her breakdown would qualm or kill or orgasm, but it didn’t. As Blake whispered words of affirmation into her ears, all that mattered was her touch and the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Erica subconsciously pushed into her core. Letting the pleasure of Blake’s fingers consume her mind. Erica whimpered.
“Good girl.”
Fuck!
Blake kissed her cheek.
Erica moaned again and arched her hips into her as the pleasure grew.
“Faster?” Blake moaned.
Erica wanted faster; she wanted her. She swallowed.
“No.” A whimper. “Make . . . me . . .” a breath. “Work for it.”
Blake moaned into her ear and pulled their sweaty bodies closer. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl. I love it when you ask for what you want, Baby.”
I’m her Baby. Fuck. I’m hers. She loves me. She loves me. I love her. She’s mine and I’m am—
“Fuck. Please don’t stop.” She whimpered.
Blake moved faster.
“Not—” Her voice cracked. “Not faster, just please,” her voice pitched up. “Don’t stop.”
Blake slowed back down and held her closer. Blake inhaled with her face buried in the crook of Erica’s neck.
“Come for me, Baby. Come for me. Don’t hold back.”
Erica whimpered and arched her hips. Blake held her closer and teased her neck with kisses. Pleasure built in her core like fire and warmth. She felt warm, hotter, in Blake’s wonderful arms, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was that hand moving on her clit.
“Cum for me, Baby. You’re so beautiful when you cum. I want you to feel good.” A breath and several kisses.
Erica whimpers.
“Cum for me, Baby.”
The pleasure crashes over her. Erica’s body twitches, and Blake's hand doesn’t stop, helping her through the orgasm. She whimpers again. She feels wet as her body trembles. She feels the softness of Blake’s body, the smoothness of her skin, albeit sticky. Erica feels solace and home, and the fucker in her head is silent.
“Good girl,” Blake whispers slowly and deeply into Erica’s ear. Her motions slowed, but didn’t stop. Her fingers rake through her folds, getting Erica to tremble again, like Blake is collecting her cum.
Blake kisses Erica’s jaw.
“Open,” Blake says.
Erica does without hesitation.
Her eyes flick open as Blake’s wet, cum soaked fingers touch her tongue. She flinches at the intrusion at first, then melts into her lover. Erica closes her mouth and sucks on her fingers. Erica tastes a salty sweetness and recognizes it as her own. She should be disgusted and mortified, but nothing was dirty with Blake.
Erica moaned as she sucked on Blake's fingers, hoping for a particular response.
“Good girl.”
Erica sucked harder.
“See how good you taste?”
Erica pulled back and nodded.
Blake rested her hand on Erica’s thundering heart. She cupped Erica’s cheek with the other and peered into her eyes. “You are so beautiful. I love you.” A breath. “Better?”
Erica nodded.
“Thank you.”
Blake kissed her. Erica melted into her lover, kissing her back, slowly and fully. Blake pulled away slowly, a few moments later. “Roll over. I need to get your back.”
Erica’s eyes widened, and her cheeks burned.
Blake smiled back at her, cupping her cheek, and Erica’s heart skipped.
“Fuck you’re cute when you blush.”
“Kiss me.”
Blake pressed her lips to hers. Blake inhaled first, not pulling away. Erica was next noticing that Blake’s scent was mixed with her arousal. Erica felt Blake’s tongue flick her teeth, and she opened. She moaned when Blake's tongue entered, kissing her deeply. Blake pulled away again, slowly, hands caressing her body. Erica’s hands slide down Blake’s thick thighs.
“Roll over, Baby” Blake cooed.
Erica was red again and nodded. Erica went to roll over, then chuckled.
“What?” Blake said, giggling.
“My panties are still around my thighs.”
Blake laughed. “Yes, they are.” A chuckle. “Let me help with that.”
Blake pulled Erica’s panties down, sure to kiss each of her feet.
“Roll over, Baby.”
Erica does. She settles into the bed, putting her head on a pillow.
“Comfortable, Baby?”
Erica made one final adjustment.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Erica heard the snap of the lid. Blake started at her ankles, rubbing the oil into her calves, then behind her knees. Blake went up her thighs, gripping them harder with the perfect pressure that Blake knew Erica loved. Erica let out a moan. More oil and Blake grabbed her ass. Erica whimpered.
“You have the most perfect ass.”
No, that’s you. Erica bit her tongue. Blake would probably think that was self-deprecating.
“Thank you.” Erica moaned as Blake dug into her.
Blake moved back down her legs, taking a foot into her hands. Blake massaged, digging her thumbs into her heel and letting up over Erica’s ticklish arch. She pushed hard into the ball of her foot, then ran her thumbs between her toes. Erica moaned. Blake repeated the process with the other foot and smoothed back up her legs, grabbing her ass once more. Blake added more oil, pushing into her tailbone and massaging it with her thumbs.
“Fuck that feels good.”
“Mm hmm.” A breath. “I know all your spots where you hurt, where you hold tension, where you’re sensitive, where you want to be caressed, bitten, sucked, and kissed. I know you. My beautiful, wonderful partner.”
“That’s very sweet of you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Erica moaned when Blake dug harder into her lower back. Erica moaned again, and Blake’s thumbs worked her troublesome spots.
“Fuck,” she hissed in pleasure.
“That wasn’t a tease. I know you.”
“You’re amazing,” Erica moaned.
“Thank you.”
Blake moved up to her middle back, putting her in a position where she could lean down and kiss Erica’s neck.
“Thank you for letting me do this. Thank you for letting me make you feel good. I want to take away all your stress and pain. I love you.”
“Thank you. I want that too. I want to take—”
“Shh,” Blake lulled. “You’ve suffered enough. I’ve seen you struggle since the day I met you. Let me take care of you here. Feel my love pour into you through my hands, through my lips, through my words.”
Erica felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Happy tears.
“Thank you.”
“I want to be the one person on earth you don’t have to be strong for. Find comfort in my arms, escape on my lips. I’m yours, and you are mine. We’re stronger together. Don’t forget how happy you make me. I never knew what real love was until you came back into my life. I adore you.” A few more kisses on her neck as her thumbs worked like magic into her back.
“Thank you.” A breath. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“You were there for me when my heart was broken, and you asked for nothing in return. When I was lonely, you were there. You came back to me, standing in the sunshine like an angel. I was cold and alone, and you saved me. So, I'll find you in your dark, and pull you into my arms.”
“How . . . how are you so . . . poetic?”
“I don’t know,” Blake said, thumbs now on her shoulders, getting Erica to moan. She could feel Blake’s comforting weight over her hips. She kissed Erica’s cheek and neck. “I’m just speaking from my heart. Trying to be honest.”
“I’ve . . . never found that easy.”
“I know, sweetie.” Kiss. “Baby.” She licked her neck and sucked on her ear. Blake pulled away. “I don’t need words. I know how you show love. I see it. I feel it pouring out of you.” Another kiss to the top of her head. “Can you feel my love pouring into you?”
“Yes. I feel. Warm and safe.”
“Good.”
Blake’s hands slid back down to mid-back, and she worked her way back up.
Erica moaned.
Blake’s hands were back at her shoulders, thumbs digging in.
“Feels so good,” Erica moaned.
“I’m glad.”
Blake added more oil and worked her way down Erica’s left arm. She took Erica’s small hand into hers and massaged her palm. Blake worked her way back up, getting into Erica’s neck, then between her shoulder blades, and down her right arm, massaging her palm again. With her hands drying out, she massaged the lower part of her scalp. Erica moaned.
Hands slid to lower back, and Blake craned down. Erica could feel Blake’s soft breasts squish against her back. She felt her brunette grind herself into Erica’s hips and then grab Erica’s breasts. With her head in the crook of Erica’s neck, she took a very intentional inhale against her skin. Erica trembled. Blake’s lips curled into a smile against her skin.
“Nice and relaxed, Baby?”
Erica moaned.
“Good.”
“Tell me. Can I eat that wonderful ass of yours, or do you want my mouth on your pussy?”
Erica felt her throat grow dry.
“I . . .” Her heart began to race. She didn’t want to say her ass. It was dirty, but it was Blake’s biggest fetish, and she wanted to give her that. She wanted that hot mouth on her clit, and most importantly, and why she felt hot and gross, she wanted to taste her cum on her lover's tongue. Erica trembled again.
“I want . . . both. I can’t decide.”
“Good answer.” Blake moaned into her ear.
Blake kissed her ear, cheek, and neck. Then slowly slid her hands down Erica’s oil-slick body.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this, Baby. You’re glistening.”
Erica trembled.
Blake moved down, pressing her thumbs once more into Erica’s lower back before grabbing her ass. Blake spread her open, then ran her hand down the crack of her ass. She felt warm and trembled as Blake’s fingers dragged over her folds.
“You’re so warm for me.” Blake teased. Blake spread her again. “Fuck you’re so pretty. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Blake moved down and blew on her. Erica trembled. Then she felt Blake’s hot mouth on her clit, moving over her folds, over her slit, and her ass. Blake did that again. Erica trembled.
“I thought with the oil, you wouldn’t taste like much, but you still taste delicious.”
Erica trembled. That has to be a tease. It has to be.
Then she felt Blake’s mouth on her clit, and everything else faded away.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, gripping the sheets. Her second orgasm usually took a little longer, but with the massage, the foreplay, with the praise, fuck, she wanted to guess she was halfway there. She felt Blake’s nose press into her ass as she breathed, not stopping her sucking for a second.
Fuck, I can’t believe she’s okay with that. ‘Coming from the woman with a scent kink,’ Blake’s voice teased in her head.
Erica shrieked, burying her face in the pillow. Blake’s tongue slipping inside her, somehow able to roll her clit with one hand, and press on her asshole with the other. Blake let out something halfway between a chuckle and a moan. Blake’s mouth was back on her clit, thumb pressing hard into her ass, but never penetrating. Blake slurped Erica’s folds into her mouth, and Erica whimpered. After that, the pressure was gone, and she licked the flat of her tongue over her vagina before flicking her asshole.
Blake groaned into her ass as her thumb came back to tease her clit. Then Blake devoured. Drowning in her fetish, of her lover. Erica felt wet as the pleasure coursed through her.
When Blake explained her fetish, Erica was so nervous about how it would feel, but she loved it and loved giving just as much. Her preference was sensual after Blake had showered and felt sexy and refreshed, but if Blake wanted Erica after a long day at work or after a workout, Erica did not hesitate to devour. The dirtiness of it, the sweat, should have repulsed her, but nothing was dirty with Blake.
Erica gripped the sheets tightly.
“Fuck, please don’t stop.”
Blake moaned into her ass again. She felt Blake’s tongue threaten penetration, and she whimpered. Blake pulled back slightly, and she felt Blake’s saliva mix with her wetness. Blake’s movements got harder and faster, one arm around her waist, holding her tight against her mouth, not letting her squirm away.
The pleasure coursed through her. Erica shrieked as she came, then let out a long moan, her body twitching, toes curling, as she climbed higher and higher. Way higher than the first orgasm. Her breathing became choppy.
“Fuck!” she screamed into the pillow. The fire was all-consuming, her core twitched, her eyes clenched, and she saw white. She finally peaked seconds after she came. Her leg twitched, and her toes burned from clenching. She let out some shaky breaths. Everything still felt amazing, and she realized that Blake hadn’t stopped.
She whimpered. Limbs too shaky from her orgasm to push her away. Pleasure turned to fire as pain and pleasure blurred together from her overstimulation. She whimpered again and grabbed Blake’s hand. She stopped rubbing. Erica let out a soft, weak breath and then felt pleasure grow again.
“Wha—” she didn't know if that was out loud or in her head. Fire built in a lower area of her core, and she realized she was going to cum from her asshole.
The hand that was about to force Blake away grabbed her head and held her there.
“Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum again,” Erica whimpered in a shaky voice.
Erica let out a moan. It was nowhere near as high as from her vagina, but it was a clear second orgasm. Her toes curled, and her leg twitched. She let out a shaky breath. She pushed Blake away and twitched again, and again.
Fuck.
Erica looked back, and Blake rolled her over, still straddling her.
“That was fucking amazing,” Erica said in a shaky voice.
Blake smiled. Her whole face was wet from saliva and cum, some still leaking from her mouth. Blake whipped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.
“You were amazing.”
Blake cupped Erica’s cheek, and Erica nodded. “Kiss—”
Erica was cut off as Blake crashed her lips to hers. The kiss was slow but wonderfully deep. Their tongues swirled, and Erica moaned as she tasted herself on her lover's tongue. Something that had horrified her the first time she’d done it, she now loved. It wasn’t dirty with Blake. It said, ‘Look at what we did.’ She heard Blake coo in her head. ‘See how good you taste, Baby.’
Erica moaned into Blake’s mouth. Blake moaned back, and they pulled away slowly. Erica peered into Blake’s blue eyes.
“Thank you.” A breath. “I can’t believe that you made me cum from my ass. That’s . . . fuck. How?”
“I don’t know how, but I’m glad I did it. I knew it was possible.”
They shared a soft kiss, and Erica caressed Blake, her back, arms, grabbing her ass, into her hair, holding her against her. Relishing in her warmth, her weight, her taste, her smell. Erica moaned again. They pulled away.
“Please let me taste you,” Erica said.
“Can I sit on your face?”
Erica turned red. She nodded.
Blake smiled and kissed Erica’s face until she giggled.
I love you, popped into her head.
“You have to let me take off those sexy panties, though,” Erica said.
“Of course.” Blake leaned down and kissed Erica’s neck. “You gonna smell them? Find out just how wet you make me. Before I bury you in my pussy.”
YES PLEASE! Her mind screamed.
“Kiss—”
Blake kissed her softly, as she knew Erica wanted. Erica once again melted into her lover. As they kissed deeper, Erica moaning as Blake’s tongue entered her wanting mouth, the blonde's hands got less timid. She ran her hands down Blake’s sweaty back, down her sides, grabbing her ass to encourage more grinding. Blake moaned into Erica’s mouth, getting her to shiver. Blake tried to pull away, and Erica leaned into her, one hand coming back to hold her there. They breathed in deeply through their nose, and they panted. Erica grabbed one of Blake’s large breasts before sliding up her neck to cup her cheek. Everything slowed in that moment. Erica’s once hungry kisses became soft as she savored her lover's taste. Erica pulled away slowly, eyes fluttering open.
“Someone’s eager,” Blake teased as she ground herself on Erica’s thigh.
Erica merely nodded before kissing her cheek. “Lie on your back, Baby,” Erica coos.
Blake kisses her nose and trades places with Erica. Erica is all too happy to be on top, looking down at her lover.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you smile,” Blake says, and Erica now notices the smile on her face.
Erica leans down, sticking her head in the crook of Blake’s neck, and smells her. She’s saltier now from sweat, but it smells like her.
“You smell good.”
“Dirty girl with a scent kink.” Blake teases.
“It’s not dirty if it’s you,” Erica huffs, smelling her again, before licking up her neck and taking her earlobe into her mouth.
Blake's hands are in Erica’s hair a second later.
“You made me feel so good. Time to return the favor.”
Blake opens her mouth to tease, but Erica finds the spot on her neck and sucks. Blake moans. Erica trembles. The blonde licks down, enjoying the saltiness of her skin. She licks a bead of sweat from between her breasts before smooshing them on her face. “Fuck,” she hisses to herself, muffled.
Blake chuckles.
“Your tits are amazing,” Erica beams as brightly as the first time she got to feel them.
“I feel the same about yours,” Blake says, reaching out to grab one. She pinches a nipple, getting Erica to whimper. She smiles as Erica’s face goes red.
Erica takes the hand, kisses her palm, before putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking. She goes deeper than normal, fingers teasing the back of her throat, but she is grateful she doesn’t gag.
Blake’s face is in awe, impressed. “Good girl.”
Normally, Erica would be raging to try again, go deeper, but she kissed her hand instead. Kissed her wrist, then licked the inside of her elbow before pinning her arm above her head and licking her armpit once.
Blake’s face is all smiles as she slips, “Dirty girl.” It’s a coo, a tease, and she doesn’t mean it to degrade. Erica trembles, and she whispers.
“Don’t call me dirty.” A breath. A tremble. “I-I can stop. If you want.”
Blake softens. And cups Erica’s face with her other hand. “No Baby, you be you. I devoured you; now it’s your turn. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. I was just teasing.”
Erica kisses her as a response. She is so grateful that Blake grips her jaw and slows the kiss down. Erica is horny and a little upset, and Blake knows it. She just wants to see her. Blake pulls away, and Erica peers into Blake’s sapphire eyes.
“Kiss your way down. Savor my skin, then peel those wet panties off so I can fucking ride you.”
Erica kisses Blake’s cheek.
“I love you,” Blake almost whimpers into her ear.
It’s another reason why Erica is a sub. She can’t control her emotions. Erica kisses her way down Blake’s chest and takes a nipple into her mouth. Blake moans instantly, and Erica grabs the other soft breast, fondling it. Erica sucks hard, pulling off with a sloppy pop before moving to the other. She’s softer now. Licking the nipple to full hardness, then pulling it into her wanting mouth and sucking.
Blake moans and runs her fingers through Erica’s damp hair. Erica pulls off slowly, licking both nipples once more before kissing her way down her abdomen. Erica can practically smell Blake’s arousal. She pulls the panties down, and there is a bead of wetness connecting her vagina to the panties. Erica almost gasps.
Holy fuck, she’s wet. I-I did that? No idea why she is still surprised after all this time.
Erica pulls her panties down, running her fingers through Blake’s thick, dark bush, as she has expressed, she loves. Erica pulls the panties down and is nearly salivating at the sight of Blake’s feet. Erica pulls the panties off and lifts her foot with the other. She licks from heel to the ball of her foot, pressing her toes to her nose and smelling. They don’t smell like feet as much as Erica expects for how sweaty and turned on they are. Erica is grateful, because while she kind of likes the dirtiness, she prefers them to be clean.
Contrary to popular opinion, Erica was turned on by feet because they were pretty, and sometimes they smelled good. She did not like feet because they were dirty, gross, and smelled, like so many others with degrading foot fetishes. Most importantly, nothing was dirty with Blake as long as it made her feel good.
The blonde took two toes into her mouth and sucked for a moment, just long enough to get Blake to moan. She smiled and kissed her arch before lowering her foot. Then she pressed the panties to her face and smelled. The scent was thicker than it had ever been. Sweaty, salty, sweet, and something animalistic. All of it, knowing that it belonged to Blake, turned her on, so she smelled again. Then she put the panties in her mouth, tasting of fabric and sweat. She could never fit a whole pair in her mouth, but she tasted their wetness.
Blake’s face was bright red; if Erica wasn’t mistaken, her clit was already throbbing. Blake shot up from the bed and pinned Erica down. Erica couldn’t help but smile, looking up at her lover and her sensational body. Blake ran her fingers through Erica’s hair as she sat on her chest.
Erica closed her eyes and felt the sensation on her scalp. She moaned. Realizing the panties were in her mouth.
“Open,” Blake commanded.
Erica did.
Blake took the panties out of her mouth, gently rubbing the soft but damp fabric over Erica’s face, before bringing them to her face and smelling. Erica’s heart jumped out of her chest.
“I can see why you like it.” She teased. “Baby.”
Erica’s heart skipped again.
“Give me your tongue,” Blake said.
Erica stuck out her tongue, and Blake ran her thumb down it.
“You know what to do, good girl.”
Blake raised her hips, lining her vagina over Erica’s mouth. She grabbed the headboard to steady herself, and Erica already licked her slit. Blake trembled. Erica smiles. She’s sensitive.
Blake lowers herself down, and Erica devours. A moan escapes Blake’s lips immediately, and the headboard creaks with her grip.
“Fuck,” Blake hisses. “Baby, your mouth feels so good.”
Her other hand goes to Erica’s head, holding her in place. Erica’s mouth finds her clit, and she sucks. Blake’s leg trembles, and she whimpers. Which only urges her on. Erica’s hands moved up. One around her waist, the other grabbing her breasts. Blake grinds, shoving her bush into Erica’s nose. The scent is thick with arousal, sweat, and a lingering sweetness of Blake. Erica groans. It tickles a little, but she likes the scent. Loves Blake. Wants to do anything to turn her on and make her feel good.
Erica pulls away for a breath, then is sucking a second later. Both of Blake’s hands come down to Erica’s head, holding her in place, and she starts to grind. Erica relaxes, holding her tongue in place for Blake to grind. Erica moans, watching Blake’s face contort and redden. Erica grabs Blake’s bush, pulling back with the amount of pressure she knows she likes, just enough to stretch, not enough to hurt. Giving Blake easier access to grind her clit on Erica’s tongue. Erica moans again, more to take in air than anything. Blake whimpers, and she clenches her eyes shut, face getting even redder. She recognizes that look, she’s getting close.
“Fuck, Baby.” Blake whimpers. “I’m so close. Your mouth feels so good.” She shudders, and her fingers dig into Erica’s head. It doesn’t hurt; she can feel her getting closer. She notices her taste has changed. One, two, three more movements of her hips, and Blake stops. She hunches over and lets out a long, low moan. Erica closes her mouth, drinking all of her cum, teasing her higher.
Cum for me, Baby. Cum for me. She chants in her head like a mantra. Mouth too busy to speak.
Blake shrikes, and her thighs clench on Erica’s head. More juices leak into her mouth, and Erica is more than happy to drink. Blake shudders, once, twice, then she loosens. A few more seconds later, as her peak crashes down into overstimulation, Blake pushes Erica’s head away. Her body is shaking, she can’t form a coherent word, she just lowers herself down on top of Erica and holds her tightly.
Erica can’t help but smile. Not only seeing Blake red and weak from orgasm, but knowing that she was the cause. She made this sexy, dominant woman turn into a puddle. Erica caressed her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear, which clung to her damp forehead.
“You came so well for me, Babe.” Erica lulled, unable to stop caressing her.
“Thank you,” A breath.
“Of cour—” Erica stops in her tracks when Blake intertwines their fingers with one hand and cups her cheek with the other. Then Blake presses her lips to Erica’s. The kiss is soft, slow, and perfect. Both are too tired for hunger, just savoring the moment and each other’s love.
Blake pulled away slowly.
“I’m sorry if I got a little excited.”
“It’s fine,” Erica smiled. “I like you excited. I want to make you feel good.”
Blake pecked Erica’s lips.
“I still can’t get over how you fucking devour me.”
Erica chuckled. “Felt more like you used my face as a toy, but thanks.”
“Sorry, was it too much?”
“No,” Erica caressed her face again. “You clung to me like your life depended on it. I got to taste you. I made you cum. You can’t take that from me.”
Blake nodded. A breath. She smiled, pulling Erica closer. “I’m still weak in the knees.”
“Good,” Erica smiled.
Blake chuckled again, looking up at her. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
“You’re so beautiful. I love you, too.”
Blake kissed Erica again, slow, soft, perfect.