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The mansion was quiet when Ava came home.
She closed the door behind her and slipped her shoes off, then paused for a moment in the entryway, listening. But there was nothing. There was only the deep, settled silence of a home that had already drifted into sleep.
Even the dogs barely reacted.
Barry lay sprawled in his dog bed near the living room window, one heavy paw hanging lazily over the edge. Cara was curled in a tight circle on the couch, her nose tucked beneath her tail. At the faint click of the door, both of them lifted their heads just enough to acknowledge Ava’s return.
Barry blinked slowly, his tail giving one half-hearted thump against the floor.
Cara looked at her for a second, then lowered her head back onto her paws with a quiet sigh.
Neither dog bothered getting up and Ava couldn’t help laughing.
“Wow,” she whispered softly. “So thrilled to see me, huh?”
She went further down the hallway, then up the stairs. When she reached the master bedroom, the door was ajar and the faint blue glow from the television flickered from the room.
Ava smiled knowingly. Deborah had probably intended to watch something before bed and then sleep had crept up on her before she could reach for the remote.
Quietly and carefully, Ava pushed the bedroom door open and entered.
The television cast a soft, shifting glow across the room. The volume was low, hardly more than a murmur. Blue light faded into silver, then into warmer tones depending on whatever scene was playing. The images flickered gently across the walls, across the floor, across the bed.
Across Deborah.
Ava stopped in the doorway.
Deborah lay on her side, facing the television, one arm tucked loosely beneath the pillow, the other curled near her chest.
She lay tangled in her favorite luxury, expensive sheets, the fine linen impossibly smooth and cool against her skin. She preferred to sleep naked in them.
The fabric had gathered low around Deborah’s hips, leaving the elegant line of her back exposed. Light from the screen drifted across her skin in soft waves, outlining the curve of her waist and the smooth slope of her shoulder. Part of her thigh was bare as well, the sheet draped loosely across it, emphasizing and highlighting her posture.
There was such tenderness in the sight of her like this, unguarded, her body relaxed without performance or tension. Her natural hair splayed across the pillow. Her skin seemed to glow beneath the shifting lights of the television, each colorful change caused different reflections to move over her body, tracing every contour and bathing her in shimmering hues.
She looked absolutely breathtaking.
Ava felt all air leave her lungs and for a long time she didn’t move and simply stared.
Months into loving this woman, she still had moments like this. Moments where she felt stunned and paralyzed by the mere sight of her.
Deborah sometimes spoke about her body with quiet hesitation and insecurity and about the years she felt written into her skin and bones and too often worried over and apologized for.
But Ava never saw the flaws Deborah spoke of. To her, there was nothing to forgive. Nothing to overlook.
Only things to love.
What Ava saw was depth and warmth. Deborah’s body was a map of a life lived, of laughter, of strength, of pain survived and the younger woman found it all unbearably and devastatingly alluring.
She still couldn’t believe this woman was hers to come home to. Still couldn’t believe she was allowed to witness her like this, unguarded, unaware and breathtaking.
God, she was so in love.
So hopelessly, helplessly in love with Deborah, it startled her sometimes. The intensity of it and how natural it had happened. How completely the woman had become her entire world and how much she was constantly aching to be close to her.
Her mind drifted back to the evening at the pond and the way the water had reflected the sky so perfectly that night as if they were standing between two worlds.
She remembered the way Deborah had hesitated just a second before closing the distance between them. That first kiss hadn’t been perfect. It had been uncertain, trembling and full of questions. But it had also been the clearest answer Ava had ever felt.
After all those years of quiet yearning, of stealing glances and of memorizing the way Deborah laughed, Ava had never really believed it would lead here. She had made peace, once, with loving her silently and from a distance.
But then everything had changed. Deborah chose this. Chose her. And yet, in moments like this, it still felt impossibly new and almost unreal.
She had not expected to fall this hard, never knew she was even capable of feeling like this. And yet here she was, months in, and still head over heels. Still catching her breath at the sight of Deborah’s bare back in the dim light.
Ava swallowed, her heart pounding with a mix of awe and insatiable desire that made her knees weaken.
She stood there longer than she meant to, just watching Deborah breathe.
The sight of Deborah's bare skin, the way the sheets draped teasingly over her nipples, hardening slightly in the cool air, ignited a deep ache in Ava's core. She craved the taste of Deborah's lips, the feel of those generous breasts filling her hands, the warmth of her pussy as it yielded to her eager fingers. Stepping closer, she felt a rush of wetness between her own legs, her clit throbbing with the memory of their last encounter.
The urge to worship that sinful, erotic body finally made her step forward, quickly shedding her clothes without taking her eyes off Deborah. The air felt cold against her own skin, but she barely registered it. Her focus was entirely on the woman in front of her.
She approached the bed slowly. Up close the details became even more mesmerizing.
The mattress dipped gently, as Ava lifted the bedding slightly and slipped beneath it.
Deborah shifted faintly in her sleep, but didn’t wake.
The sheets always felt so different from anything Ava had slept in before. They were cool at the first touch, almost crisp, then slowly warming where it met her skin. It didn’t cling the way other fabrics did, but skimmed lightly over her body, soft yet textured, shifting with every small movement. Against her bare skin it felt intimate and luxurious without being heavy, like being wrapped in something both airy and comforting at the same time.
Combined with the sensations of her naked body meeting Deborah’s made her inhale sharply, the indulgent softness of the fabric combined with the warmth of the woman beside her aroused her further.
She inched closer, drawn to the exposed skin illuminated by flickering lights.
Ava trembled with feelings as she wrapped her long arms around her slowly, pulling her in, aligning her bare body against Deborah's from behind as if wanting to merge completely with her. Her breasts flattened against the older woman’s back, her nipples hardening at the contact. Her hips nestled into the soft swell of Deborah's butt.
Ava's hand rested gently against Deborah’s stomach and ribs, her palm splayed wide in quiet admiration.
Deborah’s back was warm from sleep, her skin velvety and scented with Black Pashmina.
Ava inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she pressed herself even closer. The line where their bodies met felt electric. She let herself simply feel Deborah for a long moment, overwhelmed by the simple reality of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered softly.
Ava leaned in and pressed her lips to the curve of Deborah’s neck, a slow, tender kiss placed just below her ear.
The contact was feather-light at first, just her soft lips grazing sensitive skin. Deborah stirred immediately, a faint sound escaping her throat. Ava lingered, brushing her mouth along that delicate spot beneath her ear, breathing warm air over it. She felt goosebumps rising across Deborah’s skin at the change in temperature.
Deborah woke gradually, awareness blooming in warmth and touch. For a heartbeat she was disoriented, then she felt Ava, those familiar arms, that careful hold and her body softened in response. She turned her head slightly, fitting herself more fully into Ava’s embrace.
“You’re home,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
Ava smiled against her skin. “Yeah... I missed you.”
Deborah gave a quiet, breathy laugh. “You’ve been gone only for a few hours.”
“I know.” Ava said. “Still.”
Deborah tilted her head back until she met Ava’s eyes. She studied her face for a moment, the television glow shifting across Ava’s expression.
Ava looked at her with so much love it was almost disarming and she wondered what she had done to ever deserve this. Ava’s gaze lingered on Deborah’s face, like she was taking her in piece by piece. There was so much affection there and admiration. And desire too, woven into the way Ava’s eyes drank her in and in the way her fingers touched and enjoyed feeling the shape of her.
Ava brushed her thumb along Deborah’s hip, slow and tender. “Do you even know how much you take my breath away?” she asked reverently.
Deborah froze lightly.
Ava said things like that so easily and naturally.
“It’s true,” Ava added, like she could sense the skepticism starting to rise. “Every time I look at you, I fall in love again.”
Deborah swallowed hard. Even now, months in, she never quite expected that certainty and her first instinct was disbelief, quiet and stubborn and whispering of old fears. But one look at Ava was enough to know that she meant what she’d said with her entire being.
“You’re ridiculous,” Deborah muttered softly, trying to recover.
Ava smiled. “And you’re getting emotional.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
Ava leaned in and nuzzled the side of Deborah’s jaw, warm and easy.
“I know I’m so much younger than you. I know that still freaks you out sometimes. But you’re the one I want, Deb. The one I love. Always.”
The older woman closed her eyes at those words. For some reason, they touched her heart way deeper than anything she had ever heard before in her life.
“Let me show you.” Ava’s hand travelled up Deborah’s body, her palms cupping her generous tits, squeezing the weight, rolling the nipples between fingers until they pebbled hard.
“Let me have you.”
Deborah moved closer, pressing her bare body fully against Ava’s, letting the sheets fall where they would. Their skin slid together smoothly, heat building between them. Ava tightened her hold, overwhelmed again by how well Deborah fit against her and how right it felt.
“Let me love you,” Ava murmured, placing a line of soft kisses on her shoulder while her hand roamed with careful reverence, tracing the contours of Deborah's body as if memorizing every inch. Her skin was so soft and so inviting, it was driving her absolutely insane with desire.
Deborah shivered under Ava’s touch and she let out a broken whimper.
The redhead couldn’t contain a moan of her own. “God, I want you,” Ava breathed, her voice husky and low as her fingers ventured lower, grazing the trimmed hair above Deborah’s center.
Her body tensed slightly from the lingering soreness between her thighs, a reminder of their passionate encounter the night before.
“Just be gentle with me tonight,” Deborah murmured, her voice a fragile thread of desire laced with vulnerability. “I'm still aching from last night.” The words slipped out unbidden, a rare admission that exposed the raw edges of her body, but she couldn't pull away, not from the woman who made her feel so utterly loved and desired. She knew Ava was insatiable, but her love was a burning tide that swept away any hesitation and discomfort.
Ava paused, her lips sensuously sucking on Deborah’s earlobe. "I'll be so gentle, you'll barely feel that I'm there.”
Her hand slowed to a feather-light touch, tracing the already slick folds of Deborah’s core.
Deborah arched back into Ava's embrace, her breath quickening as skilled hands explored the familiar territory, feeling warmth and wetness building.
The emotional pull was magnetic. Ava's heart swelled with adoration, every touch a declaration of her unwavering devotion, while Deborah, though tender, melted into the moment, her body responding with a surge of desire that overrode the discomfort.
Loving her from behind, Ava treated her with utmost care, avoiding the tender spots that still pulsed with residual soreness. This was worlds away from Deborah's past entanglements, where she'd guarded herself with walls of refusals, uttering “no” more often than “yes” to lovers who only took without caring. But with Ava, everything felt different, as if her body was finally being cherished rather than claimed.
She trembled under Ava's touch, her legs parting instinctively as Ava slid lower, exposing the glistening folds around her opening.
Deborah's hips arched upward, a soft gasp escaping her lips when the pad of Ava’s middle finger found her clit and circled around and brushed over it slowly and repeatedly.
By now Ava was focused entirely on Deborah's pleasure, her kisses trailing down the older woman's shoulder and spine like drops of warm rain. Deborah surrendered fully, her body yielding to the gentle treatment.
Ava's fingers lingered on the sensitive peak, tracing slow, deliberate loops without ever venturing inward, a tantalizing tease that kept the older woman suspended in a haze of exquisite torment. The slick, warm essence of Deborah's arousal coated Ava's fingertips, turning each stroke into a soft, seamless glide that made the tiny bud pulse erratically beneath her touch, swelling with every pass as if begging for more. Deborah's breath hitched in ragged gasps, her body arching back into Ava's embrace, the muscles in her thighs trembling with the effort of holding on, caught in that delicious agony of anticipation.
The air thickened with the scent of Deborah’s arousal, a heady mix of salt and musk that filled Ava's senses, making her own pussy throb with empathetic need.
“I love being close to you like this.” She whispered into Deborah's ear, every word laced with emotion as the tender rhythm of her finger coaxed Deborah closer and closer to the edge. The older woman quaked gently, fragile with feelings and Ava watched the way her lover's fingers clutched at the pillow, seeking an anchor in the approaching storm of ecstasy.
Ava's breath was a steady warmth against Deborah's ear, her soft hums of affirmation that accompanied every stroke was not just an act of pleasure but a vow of enduring affection, wrapping Deborah in a haze of emotional safety that made her feel utterly cherished and loved.
Deborah was so close now, teetering on the edge of release, every nerve alight with the building crescendo.
Then, like a hurricane tearing through calm seas, Deborah's orgasm crashed over her in violent waves that shook her frame from head to toe. She cried out, a guttural sound of pure ecstasy mingled with tears, her body convulsing in Ava's arms as the intensity overwhelmed her, every muscle taut before dissolving into shuddering release.
She gasped and trembled and Ava held her through it, her fingers still moving gently to milk every last tremor, her lips brushing Deborah’s temple in a series of tender kisses.
As the last echoes of Deborah's release faded, she shifted slowly, turning in Ava's arms to face her lover, their eyes meeting in the warm flicker of the television. Deborah's breath still came in shallow, uneven pulls, her body languid from the afterglow, but the sight of Ava ignited a fresh surge of desire within her.
The redhead’s cheeks were flushed in a deep crimson, her pupils were dilated with unquenchable hunger, her lithe form trembling subtly as if the act of giving pleasure had wounded her own need into a tight, quivering knot. Ava's nipples stood erect against Deborah's skin, hard peaks begging for attention, and the slickness between Ava's thighs was unmistakable, a warm, glistening evidence of her arousal that Deborah could feel pressing against her own leg.
“You're shaking, my love,” Deborah whispered, her voice husky with a mix of tenderness and renewed longing, her hand sliding down Ava's side to trace the curve of her hip, feeling the sharp quivers that spoke of Ava's unspoken ache, her pussy undoubtedly swollen and dripping from the erotic thrill of watching and touching Deborah through her climax.
Deborah's hand ventured lower, her fingers brushing through the soft, trimmed hair above Ava's mound before delving unerringly into the slick opening that awaited her.
Jesus, the poor girl was so wet.
Without hesitation, she buried two fingers deep inside Ava's soaked entrance in one smooth, insistent thrust, the tight, velvety walls clenching around her immediately, enveloping her digits in a rush of wet heat that made a soft, squelching sound in the stillness. Ava cried out, a sharp, unrestrained gasp that cut through the air, her body arching wildly as the sudden penetration hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Her inner muscles instantly pulsed and contracted around Deborah's fingers, the friction intense and unyielding, waves of pleasure rippling outward from her core with ferocious speed, signaling her immediate unraveling.
Deborah held her gaze when Ava’s orgasm crashed over her in no time, her hands desperately clutching at Deborah's shoulders.
In that suspended moment, Deborah continued her gentle thrusts, savoring the way Ava's body surrendered completely, her breaths coming in ragged, ecstatic bursts as the pleasure ebbed and flowed.
Yet, Deborah didn't relent, her fingers maintaining their steady rhythm inside Ava's quivering depths, thrusting gently but insistently through the aftershocks of her climax, drawing out every lingering pulse as Ava's pussy clenched and released around her.
“Keep going, my love,” Deborah whispered, her voice a husky murmur against Ava's ear, laced with raw desire and tender command, her own body still thrumming with unexpected need as she watched Ava's eyes flutter open, their gazes locking once more in that intimate haze of shared ecstasy.
Ava's hand, still trembling from her release and ongoing pleasure was suddenly seized by Deborah's insistent grasp and guided downward with a firm yet loving pressure until Ava's fingers brushed against the swollen, drenched folds of Deborah's pussy, heat radiating from her core like an invitation.
“Please Ava, put your fingers inside me,” she breathed, her words a mix of plea and command, laced with lust and love. “Let's do this together.”
“You’re sure, baby? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I need it.”
Ava paused for a heartbeat, her breath hot against Deborah's neck, then slowly, oh so slowly, she slid two fingers deep inside her lover's entrance, feeling the tight, velvety walls clench around her in welcome.
Deborah cried out, it was a raw, unrestrained sound that echoed through the room, her voice laced with unbelievable pleasure that made Ava's own desire spike once more like a sudden flame. Warmth enveloped Ava's fingers, slick and inviting, her thrusts starting slow and measured, delving deep into the core of Deborah's being.
Their bodies pressed closer, their breasts rubbing against each other with delicious friction, their nipples hard and sensitive against each other's skin, as they lay side by side, fingers buried deep in mutual exploration.
They kissed hungrily, tongues dancing in a frantic rhythm, their breaths hot and ragged against each other's lips.
Emotionally, they were intertwined as deeply as their bodies; years of unspoken longing and tender affection fueled this moment, turning every touch into a declaration of love.
Each sensation was electric, Ava's fingers curving inside Deborah's tight, slick channel, feeling the rhythmic contractions and the abundant wetness that coated her hand, while Deborah's thrusts inside Ava synchronized, their movements a harmonious dance of penetration and withdrawal.
“You feel so good, Deb... I can't get enough of you,” Ava purred, her voice husky with need when Deborah finger’s pumped and curled against the redhead’s g-spot with ruthless precision.
For long endless moments they maintained an unhurried rhythm, their fingers plunging in and out with purposeful strokes that sent ripples of pleasure through their joined bodies, the loud squelch of arousal almost obscene in the dim room.
Moans spilled from their lips in unison, raw and unrestrained, Ava's thumb started to circle Deborah's clit in slow, teasing loops, while Deborah's hand mirrored the same motion inside Ava's pulsing warmth, their hips grinding together in a desperate chase for release.
“Don’t stop, Ava.” Deborah pleaded, her voice breaking with raw desperation, her hips now bucking harder against the steady, insistent rhythm of Ava's hand, forcing the fingers deeper inside.
Ava's gaze softened with a fierce tenderness, her own body humming with desperate need as she whispered back, “Wouldn't dream of it,” her voice a soothing murmur against the fire between them.
Yet, it was Ava who broke first, her walls clamped down, convulsing around Deborah’s fingers, the contractions so strong the blonde felt them tugging and squeezing tightly around each digit, her whole body trembling. The sound of Deborah’s name on Ava’s lips, soft and ragged, as her orgasm rippled through her was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.
Watching Ava unravel so completely - her face flushed, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy - was enough to tip Deborah into her own climax. She choked on the burst of pleasure, her elegant frame shaking beneath the waves of ecstasy.
As their bodies shuddered together in the throes of climax, they moaned in unison, their voices intertwining like their bodies, riding out the jolts of pure rapture that rippled through them, the shared bliss forging their connection deeper still.
In the aftermath, their fingers slowed but remained buried deep, not daring to pull away, as if severing that connection would shatter the fragile bliss that still surged through them both.
Lingering in the aftershocks, they clung to one another desperately, limbs entangled, their breath uneven. Ava felt utterly consumed by the depth of their bond, her emotions swelling like an overflowing tide, making her chest tighten with an overwhelming surge of love. In Deborah's arms, she was not just held but enveloped, every inch of her body acutely aware of how Deborah deliberately sought out closeness and intimacy.
Ava nuzzled into the crook of Deborah's neck, planting featherlight kisses there that made Deborah sigh contentedly, while her palm cupped Ava's cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming emotions.
“You're everything to me,” Ava whispered, a watery sheen in her eyes. “I love you so much. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I won’t anymore, I promise.” Deborah uttered emotionally in return. “I love you too, honey.”
When they finally mustered the will to separate, the loss hit them like a sudden chill. Deborah's fingers slid free from Ava's warmth with a reluctant slip that left her core feeling achingly empty, a void that mirrored the emotional pang in her chest. Ava repeated the motion, her own fingers easing out of Deborah's soft depth with the same hesitant care, the slick withdrawal drawing a soft, involuntary whimper from both of them as the cool air brushed against their exposed, sensitive flesh.
The parting amplified the vulnerability they felt and they immediately pressed back closer again, their bodies melding once more in a desperate bid to recapture the intimate closeness they just lost.
“You’re still trembling,” Ava murmured.
“So are you.”
They both smiled then, helplessly, and the tenderness of it nearly hurt more than the intensity from before.
They stayed wrapped around each other for a long time after that.
The emotional storm inside them slowly quieted, though neither of them seemed willing to test what would happen if they let go completely. Deborah lay with her head tucked beneath Ava’s chin, one hand spread over her ribs, absentmindedly tracing little patterns against her skin. Ava kept stroking Deborah’s hair in return, fingers moving lazily through tangled strands while their breathing finally settled into the same gentle rhythm.
Now and then one of them would kiss the other softly, sleepy little touches against lips, cheeks and shoulders as if reassurance still needed repeating.
Eventually Deborah let out a reluctant sigh and murmured, “Bathroom break?”
Ava laughed softly against her forehead. “Probably necessary.”
Neither of them got very far without reaching for the other again. Ava watched Deborah disappear down the hallway, smiling helplessly to herself the entire time. When Deborah returned, her cheeks pink and radiating a post-orgasmic glow, Ava thought she had never seen anyone more beautiful.
Then it was Ava’s turn.
When she came back, Deborah was already waiting in bed, the blankets pulled open invitingly. The sight alone filled Ava with deep, aching contentment.
“Come here,” Deborah whispered.
Ava slid beneath the linen beside her, and Deborah immediately gathered her close again, tugging the covers over both of them until they were tucked into a small cocoon of warmth and tangled limbs. Their bare legs brushed together under the sheets. Ava pressed her face into Deborah’s shoulder while Deborah wrapped both arms around her, holding her with sleepy possessiveness.
Silence settled once more, softer now, edged with exhaustion.
Ava felt Deborah’s fingers lazily comb once through her hair before stilling there. She could already feel sleep pulling at her, heavy and sweet, but she fought it just long enough to listen to Deborah’s breathing.
Steady.
Content.
Home.
Deborah kissed the top of her head without opening her eyes. Ava smiled against her skin.
And sometime after that, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms beneath the rumpled, expensive linen, they finally drifted asleep together.
The End