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A/N: Thanks again for all the positive reviews/alerts/suggestions to get my ass in gear and finish hehe. Much appreciated. Hope you are ready for part two. It's gonna be NSWF and perhaps the dirtiest chapter I've written yet. If you like it let me know!
XOXOXO
"Good. Ready?" Callie shook her head in agreement again; inhaling quickly as Arizona suddenly thrust her hands under the red lace and tweaked her hardened buds roughly between her fingers. "Then let this game begin," Arizona taunted leaving Callie wondering just how burnt she was going to get playing with Arizona's fire…
XOXOXO
Arizona's hands burned a formidable pathway across the Latina's chest, taking what was considered hers and feeling completely unapologetic in the process. She moulded the flesh, taking care to alternate the sensations from feather light to fiery possessiveness. Her teeth came out to play on Callie's neck when her fingers once again found the mocha nipples under their touch. She could feel the intake of breath Callie took, her back arching forward, bending towards the sink like a boomerang but Arizona held her steady and grasped one hip with one hand, determined to remain in full control.
That is what happened with a type A personality. Arizona needed to know where she stood at all times and yet even though she was married to the most miraculous woman who complemented her in most ways, she still felt the urge to let this unruly uncontrollable side out now and again. She had to feel wanted, needed, desired, necessary and Callie gave that to her and more. Standing there together, even with one of the woman asserting her dominance, they were equals in a partnership that contained a harmonious balance. They had finally learnt to communicate and listen and this was the payback; a mature, difficult and trying at times, but wholly worth it loving relationship.
Now though, Arizona couldn't think about how far they had come, she could only think about the moans that were being repressed thanks to her ardent touch. She licked the underside of Callie's mandible.
"You feel that yet baby? You starting to feel just a fraction of what you've done to me?"
Because she was rendered mute and almost immobilised in this challenge, the brunette just bit her bottom lip harshly and gripped tighter against their countertop.
"It really is a pity," the paler woman retorted, "you can't feel just how wet you've made me. I'm soaking Calliope. All. Because. Of. You." She nipped at the caramel flesh on her wife's shoulder to punctuate her sentiment. Slight teeth marks left erotic indentations for them to bestow later with humour and delight.
Callie was struggling. Like really struggling with this task. She was used to letting go with Arizona, being inhibited and free with their lovemaking even if it was raw fucking or sexual games they were partaking in and now she couldn't. It was titillating and honest to God frustrating as hell to be in her predicament. She wanted to moan, let her lover know just how good those hands were in playing her body but she was bound by agreement to remain quiet. However Arizona was astute. She could quite easily grasp what turned her partner on; experience played its part but listening to her other senses had perfected their symbiotic relationship.
The blonde upped the ante by tugging on the black t-shirt and lifting in unceremoniously upwards towards the Latina's head.
"This has to go. I need these out," the blonde husked into her wife's ear. Inch by inch of the orthopod's form was revealed as she peeled the material up. Callie was given permission to let go of the sink as she reached her arms upwards to aid the blonde in shedding the unwanted top. Arizona didn't notice where she threw it as she tossed the offending item over her shoulder. She wasted little time in removing the only item that was left behind on her wife's torso letting it join the other piece on the floor.
Callie could only rely on the feeling of Arizona's heartbeat thudding violently against her back, the even inhalation of breaths contradicting the shorter woman's emotions. She could envision the peds surgeon's body pressed tightly to her own. Those long shapely legs encased within their denim prison. Those amazingly pert breasts held captive against their will. Her fingers longed to touch the forbidden ivory skin that she had craved all day. She could never have enough. She wondered briefly if it would always be this way, logic told her no, faith in their desires screamed at her yes.
Two hands skilfully made their way across the planes of tanned skin, gently caressing the smoothness beneath them, branding ownership as they travelled over shapely shoulders and ribs.
"You are mine. You are fucking mine Calliope. No one else can touch you this way. Do you hear me?" Callie let out the faintest whimper. Arizona asserting her dominance like this always pushed her to new limits. Arizona proved her point by thrusting Callie's head downwards, her chin almost touching her chest. "I heard that baby, now you can stand there thinking about what you have done." Arizona took a step backward and admired her handiwork. She witnessed Callie's chest pumping outwards, her breathing obviously doubled as she strived to cope with the want she felt occurring through her craving body. Knuckles paled at the joints in strain of gripping the surface so tightly. Callie was battling with her inner sexual demon and losing badly it seemed.
Ten seconds passed. To Callie they felt like an eternity. She longed for her wife's hands to return to her skin, to feel their burning affect upon her once more, aiming to aid her, soother her, relieve her. Arizona kept her word and returned to her position.
"You going to behave?" Callie nodded affirmatively. "Good, you're learning my love," the blonde whispered into the shell of her ear.
Arizona moved south, her hands following Callie's curves down her hips, gripping tightly and aggressively. Callie wondered if she would leave bruises. As quick as the thought came it disappeared with the Latina deciding she wouldn't fucking care. She wanted a reminder of tonight. She wanted to be branded.
Fingers fumbled momentarily with Callie's jean button and zipper. Once loosened, the blonde did not dive in so to speak. No. She knew by now that Callie would want it over with, hard and quick. She was teetering on the edge at the moment. Arizona was certain that within 120 seconds, she could have the Latina coming in her hand. But she didn't want that. What was the point in instant gratification right now? Where was hers earlier at work?
The paler woman grabbed Callie by the hair and forcefully pulled her neck to the left exposing her jugular fuller. She grazed her teeth over the skin vampirically, threatening to bite down at any given moment. The brunette stifled her moan and let her wife have her way.
"You taste so good," Arizona hissed, licking once again, poking her tongue out to saviour the salty sheen that had developed on the tanned surface. "I can never get enough of you."
Arizona began to focus on the expanse of back she was being offered. She traced the well-defined muscles that developed with hours of bending and twisting in surgery, muscles that helped the ortho surgeon reduce shoulders, re-break femurs, and mend ankles. The blonde was in awe of this back. It was perhaps her most favourite part of Callie, an intimate area that oozed femininity yet remained strong and a place that she had spent many hours massaging away the knots and kinks the stresses of work had brought about.
The back arched beneath her masterful hands as they wandered lower and played with the denim waistband. Arizona cheekily slipped her hands under the underwear and cupped Callie's ass firmly, squeezing another favourite area. The Latina ground against the feeling, eager to spur her partner on in hopes of one of those hands reaching around to the front and feeling the copious amounts of liquid collected there. Arizona was in heaven, blissfully lost in feeling her wife's silky skin, worshipping and claiming the surface, Callie however was in hell, needing more, frustrated beyond means that she couldn't even see her partner, pissed off that she started this game in the first place. She was fed up and taking the control back.
Arizona felt the muscles tense in Callie's lower back and felt the jerk of her upper body righting itself fully. She was going to turn around. With her quick reflexes Arizona pushed her body forward with a fair amount of strength and forced Callie's completely against the sink, her groin keeping the other woman's hips in a locked position. The sound of Callie's knees connecting with the cupboard filled the room.
"Don't even think about it," the paler woman barked. Callie's teeth gritted together in annoyance. Arizona was surprisingly strong for her size, something they usually enjoyed in the bedroom. Now it was just a hindrance for the Latina.
The blonde followed the length of Callie's arms and felt for her wrists. She massaged the tender spot on the underside with her thumbs, feeling the rapid pulse pumping blood through Callie's system. She knew that she had angered her wife with her dominance and smiled wickedly.
"You are not going anywhere Calliope," she uttered, sending goose bumps up the naked top half of Callie's body. Arizona felt it was time to step it up a notch and explored more skin until she came to a bellybutton resting on a supple midriff. She teased southwards slowly, listening for more sharp intakes of breath and wondering how long this game would last. Once satisfied that Callie would stay put, she peeled down the orthopod's pants and red lace to mid-thigh, leaving a tantalising show of flesh uncovered. Taking in the view and appreciating the sight, Arizona bent down on to her knees and slowly pushed the materials down further, kissing each new patch of skin revealed. Her tongue licked a hot wet path down behind a knee where she nipped and sucked until a dark spot left its mark. Callie could do little to stop the groan erupting and at once chastised herself for being so weak when it did indeed slip. Arizona's eyes shot up and she leaned back on her haunches, counting the seconds in her head as Callie stood shaking in exasperation.
The brunette felt bare. It was more than just being completely naked, she was vulnerable in this position and although she was no prude when it came to sex, Callie was quite certain she wouldn't have let anyone else in her past do this to her aside Arizona. Instead of nervous she felt desired. She knew she wasn't a skinny woman by any means but the way Arizona's body reverently and frantically raked over her own made her feel beautiful inside and out and her love for her wife doubled.
Arizona gently stood and palmed her wife's breasts, groping with the exact amount of pressure she knew would drive Callie crazy. She thumbed the hardened peaks and rolled them against her fingertips, eager to hear the loud exhale Callie omitted at the touch.
"Very good," she praised at the lack of words. "I'll reward you for that." And reward she did. Gingerly, Arizona crept her right hand down Callie's abdomen, studying the side of her face, watching any reaction as she carefully began to feel the trimmed hairs at her mound. The Latina's eyes closed at the contact and she bit her lip to refrain from making any noise. Further and further it inched until the hand's prize of lubrication was felt and Arizona herself groaned at the wondrous moisture her wife had produced. Obviously this little battle had created the perfect effect.
"Fuck you're so wet baby so wet," Arizona purred in praise of her damp treasure as she slid two fingers back and forth through Callie's arousal. On purpose, she missed rubbing her partner's clit and opted to just feel all of Callie's external core, playing with engorged lips and stroking the wanton flesh. More arousal spilt from the brunette's opening as Arizona cupped the slippery mound. "This is mine. You understand me? Only I can touch you here, look at you here, lick you here…" Callie's head bent drastically forward and her shoulders began to cave leaving her breathing incessantly and curved against the stainless steel worktop. Elbows resting precariously on the surface. She wanted to scream at her wife. Beg her. Force her. Anything to get those magnificent fingers inside immediately.
Arizona grinned at the sight of her wife going out of her mind with lust. She had really had her fill of teasing the poor woman but it wasn't often that Callie was so passive and did little to fight for the dominating position. Two tops made for a very passionate and interesting sex life. Taking pity, she glided her fingers through and slipped them barely inside. The Latina whimpered audibly and berated herself something fierce. "No!" She screamed as Arizona removed her hand. The blonde chuckled deeply and stood firm against her writhing partner.
"One, two, three," she counted off, watching the rage dance across her wife's face and leave an imprint of red on her cheeks. Once she reached ten she waited for a second and then deviously forced three of her fingers back inside at an alarming pace, this time from behind. Callie somewhat buckled and laid her head against her arms, teeth biting her own skin to withhold making any sound. Arizona's left hand which had been toying with a heavy breast left its hold and swung backwards before hitting the firm flesh of Callie's backside, the stinging noise echoing off the walls. Immediately Callie's teeth bit into herself and pricked the skin hard enough for small droplets of blood to rise to the surface. Why oh why had she mentioned spanking in her text? Why the fuck had she started those texts altogether? The familiar feeling of Arizona's fingers massaging deep with in her answered her own questions as the stimulation became more intense and almost unbelievable in the pleasure it expelled.
"Take it," Arizona growled as she thrust harder into the backside pressed tightly against her groin, only her hand between them causing any space. "This is what you wanted. So you're going to take it Calliope. God you're so fucking tight for me." Arizona quickly found a rhythm that would leave her wife reeling yet wouldn't send her over the edge into an orgasm just yet. She squeezed the ass cheek once more before preparing it for another heavy smack.
The pain increased the throbbing of Callie's clit. Each nerve was on fire as Arizona took her to insanity and beyond. She was close to removing one of he own hands and playing with herself to finish the job after the second spank, maybe Arizona was too involved in fucking her to notice her movement? Just as she worked up the courage Arizona moved her left hand and completed the action for her as if reading her mind. With the new contact Callie's nostrils flared and air whooshed out as she willed her legs to keep standing.
With her right buried in Callie's sex, Arizona's left hand rubbed tight circles on the Latina's engorged bud, a sure fire way to get the powerless woman off as she bent over and pushed her own body into the naked curve of her wife's.
"You like that baby?" Callie concealed her grunt, nostrils pushed into her arm. "You like feeling me so deep inside of you?" Arizona inserted her thigh behind her hand increasing the force that was driving into the Latina. She could feel the velvet walls begin to contract and suck her in further, pulling her prisoner. She kept the movements of her left hand rapid, delivering the satisfying friction needed as her forehead rested against Callie's sweat laden spine. She was panting heavily herself as her hands worked their magic on the body below. Each thrust taking her deeper, the positioning being perfect and Arizona had to admit she was always a fan of taking a woman from behind. Something about the control and view just pushed her buttons.
Callie was close. So Fucking. Close. Her mouth was open and her eyes squeezed so very tightly as she whined and moaned into her caramel limb, still frightened that Arizona would punish her if she let go out loud. She could feel the contractions in her core beginning to increase, the arousal pouring from her slick entrance and coating her lover's hand, a treat she knew Arizona would lick off later like an ice cream cone. She focused solely on the feeling of her soul separating from her body. It was like an emotional transcendence to a new realm. Her body shuddered as she felt the feeling intensely corrupt her senses until she was left breathless and straining to breathe.
Arizona kept thrusting her hips as she felt her wife go rigid. This is the moment she would usually earn a loud feral groan that signalled Callie's orgasm. Liquid erupted down her fingers leaving a sticky coating as the Latina shook almost violently against the worktop. Arizona began to slow her left hand on the newly extra sensitive nub, keeping her rhythm flowing to extend the pleasure as her right hand found movement difficult with muscles clamping her fingers snugly.
Callie panted harshly as her limbs suffered from a new found stiffness and soreness she hadn't noticed until now. Her left arm suddenly throbbed from the pain her own teeth had inflicted. She felt Arizona still inside of her but remain there obviously unwilling to pull out just yet. Soft sweet kisses were laid upon the salty flesh at the base of her neck where her ponytail had been swept to the side. "You can talk now beautiful. And move," Arizona whispered as she helped Callie stand upright, hand grasping a tanned hip in support.
"Arizona…" The name came out hoarse and rough.
"What?" The blonde answered, carefully pulling her fingers free from their warm and wet encampment and then relishing the delicious taste left behind.
"That was…I don't know what that was," Callie laughed softly as she evened out her breathing, shock and joy now registering at the passionate act.
"I know. I'm that good huh?" Arizona jokingly asked, her cheek pressed against a clammy scapula. Callie turned around and half collapsed into her wife's arms, her own head finding safety in a flushed pink neck.
"You are so much better than good. Maybe even awesome. But that was a onetime thing."
"Oh yeah?" Arizona asked with surprise, perhaps her pushiness hadn't been as well received as she thought.
"Mmhmm yeah, I can't take the silent thing, look." Callie lifted up her bust arm, the blood having left a rouge trail to the left. Her cocoa eyes connected with concerned cerulean as they gazed upon the other close up for the first time that night.
"Oh my God, are you ok? Is that your teeth marks?" Arizona asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Callie chuckled. "It was that or you'd stop. Good job it wasn't my million dollar hands that got injured," the Latina jested, wiggling said hands under Arizona's sheer shirt.
"Mmm," the blonde moaned, "maybe you should show me just why those fingers are insured." Callie grinned devilishly and pushed her wife towards their bedroom.
"Gladly," she answered and pulled the shorter woman into their first kiss, neither noticing nor caring about the miscellaneous objects that fell to the ground as they clambered through the apartment, eager to continue their love elsewhere.
A/N: So there's part 2. A little more adventurous than my other stuff, I hope you like it. Reviews = confidence for me. Thanks! Also I didn't really proof-read so apologies for any mistakes made. I'm on the wine!
