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Vi needs to be in control.
She spent the better part of her adolescence without an ounce of it. The power was always with someone or something else: the pills in her mother’s cabinet, the drunk driver who t-boned her dad’s truck, the social worker separating her from her sister, the foster parents pocketing her money. When she turned eighteen, she scrambled to claim any of it for herself. She got a job, took custody of her sister, worked her ass off to keep a roof over their heads and dinner on the table. Keeping her body strong, in peak physical condition, was another part of it. So that no one could push her—or her sister—around. No one ever dares to now either, not when they get sight of her dense, bulging muscles or the tattoos that give away what side of town she grew up in.
So yes, Vi has always needed to be in control, needed the power. In all parts of her life, she thought, although even once her sister reached adulthood and moved out on a full ride university scholarship, there was one part of Vi’s life that she was never quite able to get right.
Her sex life.
Not her love life—that part was never the problem. Women fall in love with her just fine, and she has always been known to wear her heart on her sleeve. She started every relationship having that power she needed, and every girl she ever dated was happy to follow her lead. The problem always started after awhile in the bedroom, when control ceased to be what Vi actually wanted. When the other party didn’t want to take it for any significant amount of time. Or, if they did, it was in a way that didn’t quite work with Vi.
Maybe it did bleed into the love side of things, too. Vi never made it past the first six months of dating someone without falling out of love.
Until Caitlyn.
Caitlyn was an oasis in the driest desert when Vi first met her. Well, she still is really, is still the only woman who’s ever been willing to learn the right way to take Vi’s power from her. They took it slow in the beginning, ironing out all of the little things they liked or didn’t like. The first time Caitlyn topped her felt miraculous—because she was gentle and kind, but still firm, still in control. And, okay, so Vi doesn’t think she specifically has a thing for bigger girls, but Caitlyn’s body type definitely helps in that department. Caitlyn is curvaceous in ways that don’t quite fit the societally acceptable vision of a fat woman. She has the thighs, ass and tits, sure, but her waist is thick, her upper arms full. Her belly has a swell to it regardless of when she last ate, and her skin folds in places typically reserved for only when bending.
She’s also tall, even taller than Vi, who pretty much only dated girls shorter than her before Cait.
Caitlyn receives glares on airplanes and scoffs at the gym.
Vi thinks she’s perfect.
And—Vi can lift her, but it takes some effort, and she likes that. Likes that when Caitlyn pins her down, it’s not just all pretend when she acts like she can’t move.
Caitlyn knows that Vi likes it, too. She knows that theirs is the first relationship Vi’s ever had last longer than half a year. And it’s beaten that record four times over now. For two years, Vi has fallen deeper and deeper in love with the woman of her dreams.
So she shouldn’t be nervous tonight to ask for what she wants.
It’s been a long week at work. Vi is a manager at an auto shop, and with her two seasonal employees heading back to school, plus a mechanic putting in his two weeks, things have been ridiculously busy. She’s been working the counter while helping to train a new employee and holding interviews for the mechanic’s position. Her usual forty-five hours quickly turned into sixty, and she’s exhausted.
Now that the weekend is here, she absolutely does not want to be in control of anything.
Caitlyn already knows—can just tell. Vi comes home to dinner already made on Friday night, and then Caitlyn runs her a bath. She doesn’t ask which Epsom salt to use, nor what flavor ice cream to bring her while she’s soaking. She knows that Vi doesn’t want to make anymore decisions, that she just needs to decompress.
Caitlyn doesn’t know that there’s something itching at the back of her mind as she tugs on some boxers after. It’s not the first time she’s thought of it, but with how busy she’s been this week, it’s surfaced in her thoughts much more than usual. It’s not even that weird, she doesn’t think, but it’s still something she has to ask for, something she has to explain. She isn’t sure she knows how to explain, and even though Caitlyn has always been willing to hear her out, that doesn’t stop Vi from worrying that one day she won’t.
She resolves herself to let it be, curls up on her side of the bed while Caitlyn checks that the doors are locked and the thermostat is at the right temperature. But her girlfriend knows her too well, and the second she’s sliding into bed, her deep blue eyes hone in on Vi’s demeanor.
Not that Vi really knows what demeanor that is, but clearly Caitlyn does.
“Is something bothering you, love?” Caitlyn asks, scooting closer under the covers and brushing some of Vi’s hair out of her face. They’re both topless—how they always sleep—and Vi considers just tucking herself into the softness of Caitlyn’s body. It isn’t exactly what she wants, but it would do.
But Cait is looking at her with sincerity, genuine concern. Vi tries to say, “Nah, I’m just tired, it’s no big deal.”
Caitlyn doesn’t buy it. “Do you have a headache? Or did the bath not help with your shoulders? I can rub your back, if you’d like.”
Vi would like. She rolls onto her stomach, and Caitlyn sits up to straddle her ass. Her weight feels so good settled on top of her, but Vi can feel that her muscles are still at work, not resting all of it on her. She chews on her lip where Caitlyn can’t see as warm hands massage out the tension in her shoulders, around her scapulae, down along her spine.
Caitlyn leans down when she’s done, her heavy breasts and belly brushing Vi’s bare back, and murmurs, “How’s that, darling?”
Vi feels much more blissful than she did before, that’s for sure, but the full weight of Caitlyn’s body is teasing her. That makes her hesitate to answer, because—this is Cait, and Vi can ask her anything. The worst thing she could say is no, and Vi could live with that, right? Caitlyn wouldn’t make fun of her, or hold something like this against her.
Right?
“Vi,” Caitlyn says worriedly, pulling a sigh from her lips. She’s waited too long to answer now—shrugging it off won’t work. She moves to turn over and Caitlyn sits up a little to let her, then carefully settles over her hips. Still not completely relaxing. “What’s wrong? It feels like you’re stuck in your head.”
Vi wets her lips and looks away from Cait to say, “I, uh, have been thinking about something.”
“Alright…”
“And I wanna ask you about it, but I’m… I’m not sure if it’s, I dunno, weird or something.”
Caitlyn gently takes her chin in hand and draws their gazes back together. “My love. When have I ever thought you were weird for anything?”
The answer is never, because Caitlyn is perfect. Vi just can’t believe that sometimes, that after everything life has thrown at her, she somehow still has this incredible woman to call hers.
“C’mon, out with it,” Caitlyn teases, eyes full of tender affection.
So Vi swallows her nerves and comes out with it. “Could you… would you lie down on top of me?”
Caitlyn immediately adjusts her position, legs stretching out to tangle with Vi’s as she settles into her side, half on top of her. The way they often cuddle, and Caitlyn is still looking at her expectantly, so Vi knows she’s been misunderstood.
“No, I mean…” She closes her eyes—it shouldn’t be easier, not when Cait’s eyes hold not even a sliver of judgment, but it still is. “Like, completely on top of me?”
Caitlyn doesn’t move or speak for a second. “Wait, is that what you wanted to ask me?”
Vi’s face feels like it’s on fire. “Um. Yeah.”
A fluttery kiss is pressed to Vi’s neck, calming her just a little. “Violet,” Caitlyn murmurs, “just show me how you want me.”
So Vi forces her eyes back open, notes that Caitlyn is only looking at her with tenderness, and rests a hand on her back. She presses her fingers in enough to guide her movements, and Caitlyn follows them so that she’s right on top of Vi, though her arms stay supporting her on either side, pressing into the mattress. “You can just relax,” Vi says, voice small, “you’re not gonna hurt me.”
Caitlyn looks thoughtful but she doesn’t object. She settles her weight fully onto Vi, turns her head to rest it on her chest. A long, pleasant exhale seeps out of Vi as the pressure pushes the last of the stress out of her body. It’s almost too much—if they stay like this for an extended period of time, Vi will definitely get uncomfortable. But, somehow, knowing that makes it even better right now. With Caitlyn just lying here, a deadweight, Vi would struggle to move if she needed to.
It’s different than when Caitlyn pins her down, though. It’s not just that she can’t move. It’s the actual pressure of her body on Vi’s. There’s a warm, contentedness that settles deep inside her.
“Is this what you needed, love?” The timbre of Cait’s voice is low, musical. Vi suddenly feels embarrassed for having been embarrassed in the first place.
She hums in confirmation.
“You’ll tell me if I’m crushing you, right? If it’s uncomfortable?”
“Mhm.” Sleep is suddenly encroaching on her mind, but she doesn’t want it yet. Wants to enjoy this moment a little longer.
“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Caitlyn asks quietly, and Vi appreciates the softness of the question. She’s left with room to say no, not yet.
“Comfortable,” is what she murmurs instead.
“Good. Anything else?”
Vi wets her lips, glad that Caitlyn isn’t looking at her as she considers the question. Her voice is small again when she admits, “Powerless.”
“Mm, I see.” Of course Caitlyn doesn’t have to ask why Vi likes that feeling. “Well, you’re quite comfortable to lay on.”
Breath catches in her throat. “Really?”
“Really. I think I could sleep like this.”
“Me too,” Vi breathes out, and it’s full of relief and warmth. “Probably wouldn’t be a good idea, though, for both of us to fall asleep.”
“No,” Caitlyn agrees with a soft chuckle. “You sleep, though, darling. I’ll move off of you in a little while.”
Vi frowns instinctively. “Are you sure, Cait? Aren’t you tired?”
“I’m fine, really. Go on now, sleep.”
Her subconscious doesn’t let her resist the softly issued order, and she’s drifting off before she even realizes it.
They don’t really talk about it.
Caitlyn asks if she slept well the next morning, and Vi’s honest when she says she’s had one of her most restful nights of sleep in a while.
Cait doesn’t ask her to elaborate on why she was nervous to ask her to lie in that position, so Vi doesn’t bring it up. But the fact that she likes it is out now, and it starts to become normal. When Vi is stressed, restless, or irritable, Caitlyn rolls half on top of her, gauges her reaction, and then covers her completely. After a few times, Vi coaxes her up higher, so her face is nestled into the crook of her neck instead of lying on her chest. Their legs are fully tangled that way, and it’s a little harder for Vi to take a full breath, but she thinks she likes that, and it feels so comfortable.
There’s one night, though, where Vi isn’t irritable from a busy workday. She woke up that morning from a very hot and heavy sex dream, only for Caitlyn to have already been gone, on her way to work. Vi would’ve taken care of herself before starting her day, but it likely would’ve caused her to run late, and she’s the one who has to open the shop.
So she’s on edge all day, thinking about Cait’s body in her hands. The perfect squish of her waist between her fingers. Her girlfriend is already home when she gets back from work, and the fact she’s changed into comfy cotton shorts and a fitted tank top doesn’t help.
She folds herself around Caitlyn’s back, Cait covering her arms to tighten her hold, and murmurs, “Missed you today.” Pressing kisses across her exposed shoulder and neck, reveling in the way she hums contentedly.
“Tough day?” Caitlyn asks as Vi inhales the comforting scent of her hair.
“Little bit.”
Vi thinks the low pitch of her voice gives her away, but it becomes clear later that night that Caitlyn has misunderstood her stressful day. Once they’re fed and showered, and Vi is waiting naked in bed for Caitlyn, her girlfriend doesn’t climb in on her side. Instead she slips in right next to Vi and starts to position herself on top of her. Vi thinks it’s so sweet that Cait is trying to give her this comfort, and is about to tell her it isn’t necessary.
But then Caitlyn settles, and the pressure of her weight sends something warm and buzzing through her body. She doesn’t get a moment to analyze the feeling before a soft moan escapes her, and Caitlyn abruptly presses herself up, looking down at Vi with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, no,” Vi assures her quickly, and with Cait partially sitting up, she can breathe a little easier. But she finds that she doesn’t want to. “You’re perfect, cupcake. Just… if I seemed stressed earlier… I’ve, uh, been thinking about your body all day, ever since I woke up.” Caitlyn’s eyebrow raises. “Wet dream, you were the star.”
“Oh?” Caitlyn folds her hands together on Vi’s chest, rests her chin on them, and flutters her eyelashes. “Where would you like me, then? How can I make your dreams come true?”
Truthfully, Vi’s dream was pretty standard, in line with the ways they usually have sex. Not that their sex life isn’t adventurous, because it is, but the dream wasn’t anything like what she’s now thinking about all of a sudden. Vi’s tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously, and Caitlyn’s eyes seem to darken with interest. She can read Vi like a book, clearly knows immediately that she’s going to suggest something new.
Before Vi can even broach it, though, Caitlyn’s figured it out. “You want me to stay right here, darling?” And she shifts, her hips and stomach pressing harder down onto Vi, tugging another moan from her throat. “You like me squishing you.”
The words shouldn’t be so arousing, but Vi’s clit didn’t get that message. Her heart beats hard between her legs and she admits, “I-I guess I do.”
“It’s okay, Vi,” Caitlyn assures her, forcing Vi’s legs open with the thickness of her own. “It’s no secret how much you love my body.”
Vi swallows, looking for any uncertainty in her girlfriend’s expression. Her breath is shaky, though, from the pressure between her thighs. “Isn’t this, um, kinda different?”
Caitlyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”
She jerks her leg up abruptly, and Vi gasps at the momentary relief against her cunt. Her eyes roll back into her head—but then Caitlyn is adjusting again, getting up, and when she opens them again, her eyes must be swimming with disappointment.
But Caitlyn’s are bright. “Don’t worry, I’m coming back. Just had an idea.”
Vi is panting already as she watches Caitlyn go into the bathroom, wondering what of their extensive sex toy collection she’s going to get. Vi hasn’t really thought this through—how Caitlyn would fuck her while simultaneously resting all of her weight on her. She isn’t sure it’s really possible and thinks that maybe this desire of hers will have to stay somewhat separate.
But she shouldn’t doubt Cait, who comes back donning Vi’s favorite dildo—except strapped onto her thigh. A warm tremor starting from her core shakes through her body out of anticipation as she watches Caitlyn spread lube over the silicone. Vi doesn’t think she’ll need it, but she appreciates the thought. When Caitlyn climbs back onto the bed, she all but collapses directly on top of her. Leisurely, like falling into the couch after a long workday. Vi grunts but the sound is densely packed with arousal. “What do you think, love?” Caitlyn murmurs, getting comfortable again, but propping herself up on one arm to settle her thigh between Vi’s. The position allows the wet toy to bend as it drags over her vulva. “Is this going to satisfy what you’re craving?”
“Mhm, yeah,” Vi breathes out, and it’s laced with bashfulness that earns her a reassuring smile and a sweet kiss to her cheek.
Then Caitlyn relaxes her arm, resting it on the bed and her hand on Vi’s bicep. Her head comes to rest in the crook between her neck and her collarbone. And she completely unwinds entire upper body, becoming a deadweight. “You like this, don’t you?”
She does. Vi’s breathing is a little constricted like this and she likes that. It’s not just that, though, or the weight or feel of her girlfriend’s body—though she likes both of those things too. For the first time, she realizes that some of the thudding of her heart and wetness between her thighs is thanks to just the fact that Caitlyn is completely comfortable on top of her. At some expense of Vi’s own power and agency. It’s… hard to wrap her mind around just now, but there’s no question about it. “I love it,” Vi confesses.
Caitlyn adjusts her leg, the dildo shifting against Vi’s sensitive folds. “And do you want this?”
Vi swallows, tries to form a response but can’t.
After a beat, she feels Caitlyn’s tongue on her neck, then soft lips closing into an adoring kiss. And then she says, because she knows, “It seems I’m in charge tonight, aren’t I?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Good,” Caitlyn says, reaching down to maneuver the toy better. “Because I’m quite comfortable with you underneath me like this, and I’d like to keep staying that way as my top priority.” Vi’s next inhale is sharp, shallow, pleased. “And it’ll be quite fun, I think, to see how you react to this.”
The toy slides the first inch into her with ease, but she gives a slight hiss anyway at the feeling. Caitlyn palms slothfully at her clit as she lets Vi’s cunt adjust, but it isn’t long before she’s pressing it in deeper, her thick thigh forcing Vi’s legs even farther apart as she brings it up. She does so slowly, still, and it’s agonizing until she’s finally full. “C-Cait,” she breathes out with her temporary relief, knowing it won’t last. Caitlyn doesn’t answer her other than to hum and draw her thigh down again. Her fingers tease around the hood over her clit, effectively eviscerating any relief Vi was feeling before.
It’s such a languid pace that Caitlyn goes at, with no regard for Vi’s worsening desire. While she teases and tortures Vi between her legs, her free hand scratches her scalp, through her hair, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She starts to murmur, “You feel so nice, my darling. It’s so very good of you to let me have you like this.”
Vi moans, but she’s slightly short of breath, tries to buck her hips to chase the dildo pulling out only to find that she can’t move. It makes her moan again, and she can move her hand, so she buries it into Caitlyn’s hair.
Caitlyn immediately tuts at her and pulls all the way out, and Vi is whimpering in desperation. “I’m in charge tonight, Violet.” And then she’s reaching for the nightstand, some of her weight lifting, giving Vi room to breathe fully for a few moments.
A cuff clicks around one of her wrists, and her arms are drawn up. Caitlyn cuffs her other wrist when the links are hooked through a slit in their headboard. Vi gently tugs to check that she can’t free herself, and Caitlyn hums pleasantly.
“You know,” Caitlyn purrs, running her hands over Vi’s body before bringing the silicone cock back to her folds, pushing it back inside of her much less carefully than before, “you never fail to amaze me. You know I’d been with other women before you. You know I respect myself too much to ever date anyone who couldn’t respect me, my body. And you know that I’ve dated a woman or two who cared more for my body than for me.” Caitlyn holds herself hovering above Vi as she repeatedly drives the dildo inside of her. Vi gasps a small, pathetic sound at every thrust. “Then there’s you, darling, who loves me so much that you’ve been keeping it to yourself, just how much you love my body.”
Vi whines and shakes her head. “No, baby, you know I love your body,” she insists, not fully understanding. Maybe not letting herself fully understand.
“I know,” Caitlyn whispers, “but not just because it’s mine. You love that I’m fat. You love to squeeze it, you love to look at it.”
Vi can’t deny it, can only whimper when Cait leans her body down, her squishy belly touching Vi’s hard abs, her heavy breasts brushing her nipples. Then Caitlyn thrusts the dildo in the hardest, deepest, she has yet, as she presses her tits up into Vi’s face. And Vi can feel that Caitlyn is holding them, squishing them into Vi’s face, as she laves her tongue through her cleavage, sucks on her skin. She can barely breathe but she doesn’t care. She’s so happy to be suffocated in her girlfriend’s perfect tits while she’s fucked by her thigh.
She does start to earnestly tug against the handcuffs, through, wanting to show Cait just how much she loves to squeeze and touch her. Caitlyn just gives a low, sultry laugh and sits back up. “Don’t worry, Vi. I’ve known all this about you for quite a while. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it yourself.”
Vi runs her tongue over her lips and just stares up at the goddess that is her girlfriend. Her mind is trying to make sense of all of Cait’s words and the meaning behind them, but though her tits are gone, she hasn’t stopped steadily pounding the toy deep into her cunt.
“I’ll be honest, though,” Caitlyn whispers, running her index finger down the center of Vi’s hard body. “Wanting me to crush you wasn’t exactly where I expected it to go.”
Vi suddenly feels a flood of shame, embarrassment, tear through her body, but it doesn’t dampen her arousal in the slightest. If anything, it makes her wetter, makes it easier for Caitlyn to fuck her. Her hips start to move of their own accord, prompting Caitlyn to collapse over her body again, the most addictive pressure. It stills Vi and forces her to entertain the pace her girlfriend sets.
“I love it,” Caitlyn whispers into her ear, sliding her hand between them to touch her clit again. Even with that adjustment, she’s so heavy on Vi’s body and the slight shortness of breath it causes her only works her up more. “And I have a special surprise for you after this. Something I’ve wanted to try, but wasn’t sure if you’d like. Now, I’m certain you will.”
It doesn’t matter what it is or if Caitlyn is right to be certain—just her husking those words has Vi finally cresting her orgasm. “Cait, I’m—”
Her words cut off and disappear into a tight, high pitched gasp as it hits her, and where her body tries to convulse, she can’t move underneath Cait and with her wrists restrained. She manages to wrap her legs around her girlfriend’s in time with her muscles tensing. Every additional thrust of the dildo shoots sparks through every fiber of her being, until she’s shaking with the last remnants of the ecstasy and then going completely limp. Trying to catch her breath, struggling to do so with Caitlyn on top of her, and not minding in the slightest. “God, you’re so beautiful, Vi,” Caitlyn whispers, kissing her neck, her jawline, her cheek. “I love you, darling, so much.”
Vi feels warm and fluttery under the sweet attention. “Love you,” she murmurs.
“You sound sleepy,” Caitlyn observes. “Don’t tell me you’re already satisfied after being horny all day from that dream?”
Just thinking about her dream and the state she was in all day makes Vi suck in a sharp breath. “I’m not,” she swears, and images of Caitlyn’s body spread out underneath her fill her mind. The dream coming back to her so vividly. “I wanna eat you out, Cait, wanna taste you.”
“Mm, funny you should say that,” Caitlyn says, quiet and teasing as she gently pulls the dildo out. Vi sighs as she does, and then Caitlyn undoes the clasp of the thigh strap, lets it fall aside uselessly. “Did you hear me mention that surprise, darling? Or were you too distracted?”
The embarrassing little whimper that climbs out of Vi’s throat is surely enough of an answer. Cait laughs, low and adoring, as she sits up to tug off her underwear. Vi watches with rapt attention, soaking in the picture of her girlfriend’s perfect body. Her breasts hang low and rest over her stomach, which folds over the dimples of her hips into beautifully full love handles. Her panties are discarded, and Vi is mesmerized by the shape and jiggle of her thighs as she gets up onto her knees. Vi wants to touch so badly, to squeeze and feel, and she can’t help but pull against the cuffs.
“Aww, I know, darling,” Caitlyn coos pityingly, shooting a pang of pathetic longing through Vi, “I know what you want, but I think you’ll like this even more.” She straddles Vi’s chest at first and carefully rests her weight down there, and Vi’s eyes flutter closed when she feels how wet Cait is. Caitlyn scratches her fingers through her hair. “You know what to do if you need me to stop, don’t you?”
Vi nods—they’ve done kinky enough shit to have a series of non-verbal safe words depending on their positions.
“Good,” Caitlyn purrs. “I’m going to sit on your face now.”
It’s all the warning she gets before Caitlyn is moving. It’s not new, for Cait to straddle her face and let Vi eat her out, but she’s always done so facing the headboard, with Vi’s hands free to grab at her thighs. And Caitlyn’s always taken care not to crush Vi, not to keep her from being able to breathe.
Not this time. This time, Caitlyn rotates her body all the way around and sits on Vi’s face like a chair instead of a saddle. Her whole pussy covers Vi’s mouth and nose, the bottom of her ass resting over her forehead. She doesn’t put all of her weight down, but she puts enough that Vi’s gasp doesn’t let her take in any air. Not that Vi cares, she’s too busy furiously sucking on Cait’s labia, licking through her folds and pressing inside. It’s not with nearly as much patience or precision as she usually has; it’s animalistic. She feels starved or suffocated or both, like Caitlyn is what she needs to sustain her.
When she needs to breathe, she whines into Caitlyn, who sits up a little. As she gasps for air, Caitlyn, sounding breathless herself, asks, “What do you think, love? Do you like that?”
“God, yes! Yes, yes, yes—”
Caitlyn lowers herself again and this time Vi feels her hands on her abdomen an chest, nails scratching deliciously across her muscled body. Vi can’t breathe and she can’t use her hands to grab Caitlyn’s ass and thighs—all she can do is lie here, suck and lick and eat her girlfriend’s cunt, and have her body played with like it’s Cait’s toy. The thought sends her heartbeat straight to her clit, makes her moan—
But the sound prompts Cait to sit up again, give her a second to breathe. Vi doesn’t want it, whines, “No, no, come back, come back,” she begs, even as her lungs desperately try to regain some oxygen.
Caitlyn’s exhale is controlled, but Vi can hear how it shakes still, just a little. “I—I’m not sure you can hold your breath for long enough that I’ll come like this,” Cait admits, lamenting.
Vi doesn’t give a fuck about breathing. “Lemme try, please, baby, please.”
“Alright—but tap your feet together and I’ll move.”
Then she’s back on Vi’s face and it’s everything. It’s her hot, tangy taste and her swollen clit. It’s the little sounds of desperation that start to eke out of her. It’s the way she’s started to rub her cunt on Vi’s face, becoming greedier. It’s her weight keeping Vi trapped there, stopping her from breathing. She’s even leaning forward a little now, her hands braced on Vi’s hips, pushing her body down into the mattress to support herself.
Vi wishes she could see what they look like right now, wishes she could glimpse Caitlyn’s face as she’s brought to the edge. More than that, though, she wishes she could touch, and she yanks way too hard against her restraints.
Caitlyn gasps at the same time as the handcuffs snap, but Vi doesn’t think about it. Her hands just rush to grab at Caitlyn’s body, to reach around her thighs and tug her down harder. “O-Oh my god, Violet!” Caitlyn cries out, losing most of her smooth, confident dominance as she starts to reach the peak of her pleasure. Vi taps her twice, then, and Caitlyn whines through every breath she spends sitting up for Vi to breathe—and the she pulls her back down, ravishes her from underneath like this. Caitlyn’s taste spills over most of her face, and Vi is so happy to be drenched in her.
Cait lifts herself up a little as she pants to recover her breath, and Vi sees the opportunity to scoot upward, aligning her face with Cait’s ass. Not to tease her asshole, not tonight, but just to press her messy face into the softness of her dimpled flesh. She mouths languid kisses across it as she slides her hands up and digs her fingers into Cait’s belly, her waist, her hips. She can feel every perfect little stretch mark under her fingertips and makes sure to stroke them lovingly, the texture making her shiver for no apparent reason. Just because she loves it, loves every part of Caitlyn’s body.
And she’s shown that plenty of times, but it feels different right now, now that Cait’s made her assertion. And Vi has always thought that Caitlyn was hot, easily the hottest woman she’s ever been with and probably ever seen, but it hasn’t properly occurred to her before now that maybe the shape and weight of her body strengthens her attraction rather than having no specific effect.
So now she presses her face into the fat of Caitlyn’s ass, and when Cait starts to sit up and climb off, Vi follows, lays her out beneath her. She kisses and touches and squeezes everywhere, each and every part of her girlfriend’s body. She pauses at every single stretch mark, every bit of cellulite, and every perfect roll, and she kisses, she sucks, she nibbles. Caitlyn’s breath is heavy and interspersed with pleased giggles, and Vi’s heart is swollen so big and warm in her chest.
“I love you, I love you,” she starts to say between every kiss. Until she reaches Caitlyn’s mouth, her lips chapped but no less ready to meld with Cait’s.
“I love you,” Caitlyn promises back to her in their next breath. “I love the way you love my body, Vi. I love the way you want all of me.”
“I do,” Vi agrees wholeheartedly, “I love and want all of you, Cait. You’re perfect.”
Caitlyn moans and abruptly takes the power back, now that her body’s recovered from her orgasm. She rolls them right back over, squishing Vi beneath her, sealing their lips in a passionate, heated kiss. Taking all of the control, with Vi completely content like this, giving it away.
It’s not to say she’ll never want it, she’s sure she will.
But Vi doesn’t have to be in control with Cait—knows she doesn’t need to if she doesn’t want to.
And that’s precisely why she’s certain Caitlyn Kiramman is the love of her life.