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Kara’s finally got Hawkgirl right where she wants her - high rise boyshorts on the floor, with her thighs spread open and her cunt soaking wet.
All night, Kendra’s been nothing short of electric. At dinner, at the bar, flirting and tipping her head so those dark curls fall over her face like a curtain. She’d sip her drink, lips wrapped all pretty around the straw, and Kara had imagined how it would feel to get her mouth on her.
She doesn’t have to imagine now.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Kara murmurs, leaning in to kiss along the soft skin of Kendra’s inner thigh. The feel of her on her mouth is quickly becoming addictive, and she can’t resist dragging her teeth against the line of kisses she’s made.
Kendra attempts to suppress a shudder at the sensation - it doesn’t matter, Kara feels her muscles tense anyways, smiles up at her through the wayward strands of blonde hair that frame her face. In response, Kendra shoves a manicured hand into her hair, knuckles curling around the roots like how they curl around the handle of her mace.
“Are you gonna eat me out, or what?” She asks sharply, punctuating her question with a little pull, not enough to hurt, just enough to hint at it. Kara already knows she’s going to be a handful.
But if there’s one thing Kara loves, it’s eating out gorgeous girls with smart mouths on them. The veiled threat really only makes her more determined to take Kendra apart, break her into little, sweet sounding pieces, find out what she likes best and then keep doing it until she’s moaning and coming all over Kara’s tongue.
So instead of sassing back, she simply pushes forward and presses a whisper-soft kiss to Kendra’s clit. The pressure is barely there, really just a tease to rile her up, and so Kara does it again and again and again, tiny close-mouthed kisses that send bright, quick sparks of pleasure up Kendra’s spine.
She watches through heavy lidded eyes as Kendra starts to shift her weight, squirming at every light hint of sensation. She’s more sensitive than Kara could’ve possibly dreamed, and that sends even more heat pooling between her own legs. Unable to resist, she reaches down to rub herself over her panties for a few moments while keeping up the kisses.
“You’re so sensitive. How long has it been since someone’s eaten you out?” She pulls back briefly to ask, a smirk sprawled across her face. When Kendra furrows her brow indignantly, her smug smile only gets wider. That answers her question pretty succinctly.
Kendra, clearly having had enough of the verbal foreplay, bends her elbow and tugs Kara’s face in the right direction, snugly in the sweet junction of her thighs. “Can you start?”
Despite all of her attitude, she’s clearly worked up - clit swollen and puffy, hips tilting up - and Kara watches as a shiny teardrop of wetness slowly drips from her cunt, pooling beneath her on the sheets. Another follows.
Okay. That’s way too hot of a sight to ignore. Kara wants a taste for real now.
She finally gets down to business, parting her lips and licking a long, indulgent stripe from Kendra’s heat to the velvety hood of her clit. The taste of her is immediately addictive, and she goes in again, gently shoving the tip of her tongue against where she’s wettest. Every motion draws a reaction from Kendra, every second of stimulation clearly winding her up further.
When she works her way back up and lays her tongue flat, Kendra’s clit is throbbing. She’s humping her hips forward, a plea for more, and Kara eagerly gets to working her tongue over her clit in slow, pressured circles.
The fingers in Kara’s hair tighten their grasp. The welcome prickle of pain from the too-hard pulling only serves to get Kara going harder, mouth pushed flush to Kendra’s cunt, head trapped between her legs.
And look, Kara could stick to using only her mouth, keep things simple, but where’s the fun in that? Kendra’s just too fucking perfect, too sweet-tasting, too open and wet to resist, and so Kara’s hands wander their way down to join the fun.
With teasing motions, she runs her fingertips along Kendra’s folds, canvassing, humming contentedly against her clit when she shudders at a particularly sensitive spot being touched. Finding what makes this gorgeous girl tick is already proving to be a fucking joyride.
She works her like that for a minute or two, just to see how much teasing she can get away with, how content she can keep Kendra with only her mouth. Her fingers keep exploring, though, running up and down, and eventually Kendra groans, sounding somewhere between pleasured and extremely frustrated, “If you’re not gonna put those in me, stop feeling me up like that.”
It’s permission in the form of snark - just the kind of bratty behavior Kara specializes in taming. That’s for next time, though, and so Kara takes her cue without any bite back.
She presses in, two fingers slipping easily inside Kendra’s pussy - then curls them up right at the first knuckle to rub against her G-spot, pushing up in time with the movement of her mouth. Every lick brings about another gentle press, a positive feedback loop that has Kendra gasping for breath.
When Kara looks up from between her legs, her eyes are barely open, lips parted, chest heaving wildly. Absently, she wishes her hands weren’t occupied at the moment, because getting her palm on one of Kendra’s perfect tits could probably be considered a religious experience. Oh well. She can work with what she’s got.
“Don’t stop,” Kendra whines. Her nails, though short, catch Kara’s scalp, which really only fires her up more. More heat pools between her thighs just thinking about all the filthy ways she’s going to ruin that perfect eye makeup later on in the night.
Kendra’s squirming, shifting her weight, still trying to take the reins here. Kara’s gotta bring out the big guns. Party tricks. With a wink, she purses her lips, creating a seal with her mouth and sucks on her cunt, all while lapping hungrily at Kendra’s clit. The sound of it, combined with the sound of her fingers sliding in and out, is obscene.
“Ha-aah,” Kendra whines, shoulder blades pressing hard into the mattress as her back arches clean off the bedspread. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Kara, or I swear to God you’re getting a mace to your knee- yes, fuck-“
Kara smiles into Kendra’s pussy, expressing her satisfaction with a few rapid-fire flicks of the tongue that have her gasping for air. She presses her unoccupied hand an inch or two above Kendra’s clit, then pushes up slightly in order to pull back the hood, exposing more of those sensitive, sensitive nerves.
All Kendra can do is pant, whimper half-baked threats, and rock down onto Kara’s fingers, onto her face, rolling in time with the rhythmic drag of her tongue. Her moans have changed pitch, gotten higher, needier. Her muscles begin to tense, body locking up, breath quickening, and Kara knows she’s found her sweetest spot.
She’s gonna come, she thinks, unable to suppress a moan. With her mouth currently put to use, the vocalization just vibrates through Kendra’s clit, making her shudder violently. Kendra throws her forearm over both her eyes, chewing on that plump lower lip to keep from getting too loud, abs tightening as she gasps, letting out soft, needy whines, riding up against Kara’s face like it’s the end of the world. All her thoughts are reduced to irrelevance, tunnel vision turned towards letting Kara make her come, and the result is nothing short of spectacular.
“Coming,” gasps Kendra, Kara’s only warning before her knuckles whiten in her hair, pulling so hard Kara thinks she actually loses a few chunks in the process. Her cunt pulses, tightening around Kara’s fingers every second - once, twice, three, four, five, six times before she relaxes even slightly, heartbeat rabbiting against her ribcage, long lashes beaded with tears through the onslaught of orgasm.
Kara takes all of it with a relaxed jaw and deep satisfaction, continuing her work until Kendra pushes her head back, whimpering due to oversensitivity.
With a slow, deliberate movement, savoring her achievement, she lets Kendra’s clit slip from the seal her lips made, giving it one last kiss for good measure. Kendra jumps at the extra stimulation, and Kara can’t hide her grin.
After a minute more, she pulls her fingers free. Kendra, now laid out flat on her back on the bed, watches her through hazy, hooded eyes as she brings them to her lips and sucks them, slow and deliberate, savoring all of her, until they’re clean.
“You taste fucking incredible.” Kara comments, and it’s really true. Kendra’s only just come, too sensitive for anything else for a minute or two, and already Kara wants to get her mouth back on her all over again.
Suddenly mellow, Kendra hums happily. The death grip she’s had on Kara’s blonde locks loosens, fingers petting her head gently rather than pulling hard. “Haven’t come that fucking hard in months,” she says, grinning all lazy down at Kara, still in between her legs, “Thanks for that.”
Kara nods, entranced, and it’s only then that she remembers the persistent ache of her own cunt, panties soaked clean through, clit all but begging to be rubbed. Fuck. She loves eating pussy regardless, but something about eating Hawkgirl’s pussy specifically is really, really doing it for her.
Then Kendra beckons her upwards, whispers to her in between messy kisses, tugs those panties down to the crook of Kara’s knee, and all her thoughts melt away into nothing but the lingering salt-sweet taste of Kendra’s come.