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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN TWO CONSULTING ADULT WOMEN!
Mary made a whine deep in her throat as she snuggled further into her covers, mumbling under her breath for whoever was knocking on the door to leave her alone. Still, a moment later she head knocking once again. Blue eyes cracked open as she grumbled louder. She sat up and glared at the door.
The woman climbed out of the bed with a deep frown. "One moment please!" she said to the mystery person behind the door. She walked with a tired stumble to the barrier and threw it open without a second thought.
Maria with a fist still raised to give another knock, gave a start. She blushed violently as she stared at the older woman with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape.
It was at this moment Mary realized that she was still wearing her pajamas, or rather only a shirt and underwear. She looked down and sported own her blush as she took in half naked form. "Oh sorry, let me get my clothes." She turned around and went to get her clothes, feeling eyes on her back the whole time. She put on her skirt but did not bother with the jacket.
She looked over her shoulder and did not miss Maria watching her intently. There was something in the younger woman's eyes. "Is something wrong, Maria?" she asked.
Maria shook her head, whether it was to answer the question or to stop her train of thought she did not know. The look was replaced with a soft smile. "Nothing Mary! I was just uh, going to ask if you wanted breakfast."
Mary grinned and nodded. "That sounds lovely."
"Good! Well uh, I'll start cooking it now! Do you like eggs?"
Mary nodded again and followed Maria into the kitchen. She knew something else was going on if Maria was acting so nervously. She just hoped that her lack of attire earlier did not upset the younger woman.
It was only when Mary sat down at the table and took a glance outside did she notice how early it was. The sun was only now peeking up from the horizon; the buildings she could see from her seat still had their lights out. She looked back at Maria and wondered if the younger woman had to get up this early for the orphanage and if this was just a force of habit. Something however told her that this was not the case.
She watched Maria cook, not missing the spared glances the brunette gave her. After five minutes, a plate of steaming eggs was placed in front of her, along with a side of toast. Maria sat opposite of Mary with her own plate and immediately began eating.
The two tried to strike up a conversation, well at least Mary did, but it always died into a soft silence. Mary was a little concern with how Maria eyes were glued either on her plate or the world outside of the glass windows. She eventually put it down to Maria wanting to watch the sun rise and she agreed with her, the sight was just spectacular.
She glanced back at the younger woman and watched as brown eyes dart back to the balcony. "Maria," Mary almost sighed when the other seemed reluctant to acknowledge her, "why did you wake me early?" The question was not accusatory, only filled with innocent curiosity.
Maria tried to shrug but the motion was more like her shoulders jerking up and down as her cheeks became flushed. "I thought that we could explore the city before the streets become crowded. We could see that library I was talking about yesterday."
Mary nodded at the answer but she knew that the younger woman was not telling her the whole story. The two cleaned up their plates and went to their respective rooms to take a shower. As Mary stood under the gushing water, she thought back on Maria's behavior. She did not like Maria keeping secrets from her but deep down she knew that she deserved it. She had been lying about her identity from the beginning after all.
She pushed these thoughts away as she shut off the water. She got dressed and promised herself not to spoil today with sad thoughts. When she left her room she noticed that Maria was already dressed and appeared to have been waiting for her.
"Shall we?" Maria asked with a smile.
The two left the suite without another word to one another and Mary found herself wanting to break the silence, but she did not know how. They left the lobby and took an immediate right, Maria leading the way.
The first thing Mary noticed was that there were very few people out and about. She looked at Maria but the younger woman was looking firmly in front of her. She bumped shoulders against hers to get her attention. "I bet the hens aren't even up."
Maria shrugged, this time the gesture more relaxed. "You know what you say about the early bird and the worm."
Mary knew that she did not imagine the bitterness in Maria's voice. She raised her eyebrows in shock but did not say anything.
"We're here," Maria said, unable to hide some of her shame at her earlier tone.
Mary looked up and mumbled something about how beautiful the library was. It was the same library they saw before but now that they had time, Mary could appreciate the beauty of it. The building was made of marble, a few cracks revealing the old age. There were two stories, each level holding five windows that looked out of the front of the building. The two lions placed in front of the staircase looked as if they were just built a few years ago. The amount of scrutinizing detail in the lions impressed Mary, she knew that the greatest masons had died decades ago; she had the pleasure of meeting them. Apparently the two lions were a product of one of them. If she were to place bets, she would guess they were the product of Michelangelo. There were two benches next to each of the lions, the back rests made of metal welded to create a heart in the middle.
Maria's strange actions disappeared from Mary's mind as she walked up the stone steps, her heels clicking softly and opened the oak door. She heard Maria follow her and the door click close.
The inside of the library was even more impressive. There were far more books than in Maria's mansion which quite frankly shocked Mary. The shelves that held the books were obviously crafted by hand from red wood trunks and the surface of the wood was polished until every inch of it gleamed. Mary did not bother trying to guess how many books were in the library, she simply assumed that there were thousands. She saw that there were two stairways on either side that led to the second floor of the building and could only peak at even more bookshelves.
Maria laid a hand on Mary's shoulder and nodded forward. "Come on, I want to show you something."
Mary allowed Maria to lead her deeper into the library. In the middle of the room was a case that was not unlike an altar made of ancient stone. Inside the glass was only one book and Mary almost called out in alarm as she saw the cover. It looked exactly like the Book of Life and she had a fleeting worry that Maria had read it. If she had, she would know her story and her real identity.
Maria grinned gently, "This is my favorite book. It was donated by a stranger before I came here," Maria said, studying the cover. "No one really knows if this is what the real Book of Life looks like."
"It is," Mary whispered. She knew exactly who donated the book and for a sudden urge to smack Xibalba. She suppressed the feeling by chuckling at Maria, "It's strange that your favorite book is one that you cannot even read."
"I know," Maria said with a shrug. She still smiled at the book as she explained, "I can't read it but just think, all of the world's stories are held in that one book. Imagine having all that knowledge right at your fingertips." She nodded at the book. "To have that kind of wisdom would make you a god."
Mary's head snapped towards Maria as her heart faltered for a moment. "You would want that kind of power? That knowledge is a burden Maria, only one being has ever read the contents of that book and believe me, he regrets it ever since."
"The Candlemaker? But Manolo says that he reads from the book all the time."
Mary shook her head. "No, he may read some stories, as does La Muerte," she added as an afterthought, "but he never read all of them."
Maria's face flashed in understanding. "Xibalba?" she whispered, almost as if saying the god's too loudly would result in him appearing before them.
The older woman nodded with a small frown. "Yes," she said. She looked down at her hands and sighed. "It was how he cheated in the first wager between him and La Muerte." She had to force away the shudder.
"How do you know so much?" Maria asked.
"I told you, I used to be a museum guide," Mary replied with a shrug. She was surprised how easy it was to push away thoughts of Xibalba while she was with Maria. It was best for her not to dwell on it. And so, she grabbed Maria's hand and led her away from the book, "Let's go see upstairs."
Maria nodded, her confused frown transforming into a smile. "You're going to love this!" The two walked up the stairs, Maria leading once again. As they reached the top, she turned around with a mischievous smile. "Close your eyes. It's only fair!" she added when Mary looked apprehensive.
Mary sighed dramatically but did as she was told. "Don't let me bump into any shelves okay?" she mumbled.
"Of course," Maria said with a chuckle. She led Mary to the middle of the second floor. She watched Mary's face and chewed at her bottom lip again before she whispered, "Open them."
Mary opened her eyes and was confused; everything on the second floor looked much the same as the first. But then she glanced up. She stared at the ceiling with a slack jaw. Painted on the ceiling was a mural of the Candlemaker. He smiled down at the two women as candles floated around his body. The Book of Life was painted next to him, slightly opened so visitors can see the vast expanse of knowledge the book held.
"I always wondered what his beard felt like," Maria whispered.
"It's probably extremely soft. I hear his beard is made of clouds."
Maria made a content humming sound in the back of her throat. The two studied the mural in silence for another five minutes before the younger woman said, "There are two more places I want to show you today."
"Oh?" Mary asked with a grin. "Where would they be?"
The younger woman smiled with only a hint of smugness. "We're going to first see the painting I did and then I will treat you to a very delicious dinner." She held her hand up to halt whatever protest Mary was about to give. "You brought me here and booked us in a ridiculously expensive hotel which you provided all of the money for I might add. This is the least I can do."
Mary tilted her head as she chuckled. "There's no way I can win this argument, correct?"
Maria nodded with a sly grin. "Basically yes. Now let's go." She grabbed Mary's hand gently and led Mary out of the library. They walked through the streets and this time there were a few couples here and there. When they were a block away Maria whispered, "Close your eyes."
"Again? Perhaps I should have brought a blind fold."
A blush spread through Maria's cheeks. "This is the last time, I swear."
A heavy sigh came out of Mary's mouth and she closed her eyes. She did not feel Maria grab her hand but rather two slim hands press gently into her back, guiding her down the road. Maria only spared the handsome gallery a glance before slipping inside with Mary. She ignored the odd stares she got as she navigated the older woman through the various exhibits.
Mary felt the hands slip from her back so she stopped walking. "Now can I open my eyes?" she teased.
"Yes."
The older woman almost frowned at the hint of nervousness in that one word. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. Even if Maria did not lead her to the painting, she would know that she was looking at Maria's work in an instant.
The painting was of San Angel from the view of the tree outside the town. Her eyes followed the bridge, alight with hundreds of candles, to the town. San Angel was basked in the lowering sun's light, creating a tranquil effect that most artists struggle to achieve. There were bright spots were the sun caught the metal decorations of the town, the biggest coming from Maria's mansion, completely blotting out the entire house.
Mary tilted her head at this; she could see every building of San Angel except Maria's home. She looked at Maria who was chewing her lip anxiously. Mary felt a sudden flare of protectiveness as she leaned against the woman softly. "It's so stunning."
Maria hummed noncommittally as she looked at her own painting. "Thank you."
The older woman looked at the blotted out mansion. "You don't have to tell me, you know. Whatever happened between you and your father is your business."
A slow smile graced Maria's lips as she released a relieved breath. "Thank you," she whispered, threading an arm through the older woman's.
"Just tell me one thing." Maria looked apprehensive as she nodded. "Are you happy?" Mary asked quietly.
It was a few moments before Maria nodded. "Yes," she said. "I am happy."
"Good."
Now that Maria escaped the question she feared, she could frown openly as Mary's attention was brought back to the painting. "I hate it," she murmured. At Mary's confused expression she explained, "I did this painting a few months after I came here." The flash of understanding on Mary's face caused Maria's heart to give a soft pang. "Can we go?"
Mary nodded and they began to explore the art museum. They stopped at few of the exhibits and Mary moved the two away from anything that might remind Maria of San Angel. They finally halted in front of a statue of La Muerte after visiting an exhibit dedicated to the Battle of Cinco de Mayo.
The statue was smiling down at the two women as her eyes held so much kindness and understanding. She was standing up with her hands resting on her hips, her sombrero shadowing her face. Even made of stone, Mary could easily imagine the candles lit with flickering flames.
"This is my favorite statue," Maria said. "It took the mason years to finish it and countless slabs of stone as he began the statue from scratch again and again."
"Do you like her? La Muerte I mean?" The question was out of Mary's mouth before she could better think it.
"I do," Maria confirmed. Mary released a breath she did not realize she was holding. "She is so beautiful and kind. She's the only one who is Xibalba's equal, and unafraid to go up against him when he tries to mess with innocent people's lives."
Mary felt a small blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment at Maria's praise. "Do you still like her? Even after her wager with Xibalba?"
Maria hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I do. Without her, the banditos would have overrun San Angel. I owe her my life."
Mary knew that they were starting to enter dangerous ground and quickly squeezed her hand. "I bet she would tell you that it was the least she could do after everything she put you through."
Maria gave a soft nod as she nudged Mary. "Maybe, but we would've taken a few of those fuckers with us."
The older woman stared at Maria in shock, unused to such venom in the younger woman's voice. "Hey, let's not dwell in the past. Take me to that restaurant you told me about."
The younger woman grinned and led Mary out of the art museum, seemingly forgetting the dark atmosphere from before. The two walked down the streets as Maria talked about the different exhibits they did not have a chance to see.
After a few minutes, they had arrived at a fancy restaurant situated at a corner of two streets. There were tables set outside, each adorning two lit red candles and topped with a red umbrella. Mary glanced inside the restaurant and spotted a silver chandelier. All around were tables similar to the ones outside but they had a white sheet covering the table. Maria walked to the hostess and soon they were steered to one of the tables at the back of the room. Mary noticed that this one was different from the others; it was more secluded and held a vase of beautiful roses.
The hostess turned up her nose and stalked away, stating that their waiter would be with them shortly.
True to her word, a waiter came before one word could be uttered between the two women. "What would the two gorgeous women like to drink?"
"Give us your most expensive red wine and please leave the bottle," Maria answered, smirking slightly at Mary's shocked expression. The waiter nodded and walked away.
"Maria, you shouldn't have," Mary said pouting. "Taking me here is already enough."
"Like you said to me: you deserve it," Maria replied with a shrug and grin.
The waiter came back and gave them their bottle of wine and two glass goblets whose legs were made of silver, the metal cupping the actual glass in a floral design. Maria poured them both a glass and smiled when she took a sip. "I chose the right wine," she said.
Mary traced the pattern with the tip of her finger as she looked around at the restaurant. Maria started playing with the rose's pedals as she watched Mary observe their surroundings, taking a few sips from her wine every once in a while.
"This place," Mary said as her eyes filled with awe, "how did you find it?"
The younger woman shrugged, her fingers stilling as she wondered if she should tell the truth. After a moment she sighed. "A boy took me here once," Maria said. "He was really sweet but I only saw him as a friend."
For a brief second jealousy reared in Mary's stomach before she quenched it. "That's nice," she said and the subject was abandoned at that. She and Maria started talking about little things that bore no significance. Mary noticed that the two stayed away from topics that had any connection with San Angel but did not try to bring it up. Doing so may damper the peaceful mood and so Mary asked about which subject Maria liked most when she attended the private school. The waiter came with their food and conversation was halted as they ate, both women trying to think of another topic that they had not already exhausted.
"How do you like Arroba so far?" Maria asked suddenly, pushing her empty plate away.
Mary smiled as she mimicked Maria's actions. "It's amazing," she offered. "I'm glad we came here." Blue eyes twinkled as she recalled, "The library and the art museum were so magnificent! I had so much fun exploring them."
"And what about breaking into my old school?" Maria asked with a sly smile.
To Maria's surprise, Mary only chuckled as her eyes danced with mischief. "I enjoyed that part too. Once we were outside the gate. What would have happened if we were caught?"
Maria shrugged as she resumed her playing of the rose's pedals. "Probably get kicked out if they realized I was a former student"
"And if they didn't?"
A wry smirk was Mary's only answer. "Do you want dessert?" Maria asked. "They make the most delicious éclairs."
Mary shook her head. "No, I'm much too full. I think it's time for us to retire back to our room."
Maria hummed in agreement and placed the correct amount of money on the table. She made sure to take the half full bottle of wine as she followed Mary back into the streets.
The two women walked in silence, enjoying the beauty of Arroba at night. A few couples walked towards or away from restaurants, small smiles on their faces. Mary giggled when a particular boy blushed bright red with a stupefied expression on his face as the girl he was with stood on her toes to brush her lips across his cheek. Her attention was pulled to the brilliant display of their hotel. The streetlamps casted the hotel in a brilliant glow as it caught the golden paint.
"Beautiful," Mary whispered in a hush sigh.
Maria rested her head against Mary's shoulder, nodding once in agreement. The two made their way into the hotel, studiously ignoring the receptionist and waving to the bellboy.
Once they were in their suite, Maria placed the bottle of wine in the kitchen before strolling over to the balcony. Mary had a sudden sense of déjà vu as she followed the younger woman. Maria leaned against the railing, much the same way as the night before. The two studied the sights of the world bellow, Maria humming a random tune.
"What was your favorite part of Arroba?" Mary asked.
The humming halted for a fraction of a moment, as though Maria forgot she was not alone. "The art museum," she said with a small grin. "I-I forgot how personal art can be." She looked down at the city and cleared her throat to get rid of the emotions clogging it. She looked up and she asked, "What about you?"
"I have to say the library. The Book of Life replica was really remarkable," Mary said, ignoring the moment of unease emitting from Maria. She grinned down at the sight before them, the twinkling lights creating an image like the moonless night. "Arroba is amazing, it is no wonder why you love it here."
"I prefer San Angel," Maria murmured. She looked up into the sky, "You can't see the stars here."
Mary tilted her head back and saw that the younger woman was right. She glanced back down at Maria and saw that she was tapping the same tune she was humming on the metal. Recognizing it to be the same song the younger woman had sang on her wedding day, Mary placed a hand on Maria's tapping finger and gave it a soft squeeze. "Come on, it's getting a little chilly."
Maria nodded and the two went inside to the warmth. Mary disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and strolled back to Maria with two cups in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. Maria grinned her approval and sat down at the loveseat. Mary joined her and poured the two women a glass of wine, placing the bottle on the round table in front of them.
The two began to whittle an hour away questioning each other about what they could do the next time they decided to take another adventure. Mary claimed that Cuba could be an interesting place to visit but Maria argued that they could learn more if they went to Rome or Greece to study the ruins. Mary realized after her second glass that the conversation was mainly fueled by alcohol but she could not deny that she was having great fun. Nor could she deny that she would have taken Maria on any adventure she so desired at any point of time.
Mary took a sip of her wine and looks at Maria. "Can I ask a question?"
With her bottom lip in between her teeth, Maria nodded her consent. Mary wondered how much of the wine was making the younger woman say yes.
The older woman decided that trying to figure out a way to ask politely would be a waste of time and she bluntly asked, "Is San Angel still your home?"
Maria sputtered as the wine she was drinking went down the wrong pipe. Mary patted her on the back as Maria began to breathe properly again. She blushed in embarrassment and played with her fingers as answered in a slightly raspy voice. "Not for a very long time." She offered Mary a small smile, "But it is now."
Mary grinned and could not stop the fleeting thought of how breathtaking Maria was when her eyes sparkled the way they do now. She hurriedly chased away the thought with a generous drink from her glass, sighing as she felt it warm her stomach.
"Why?" the older woman asked before gasping as realization dawned on her face, causing Maria to giggle with a slight slur. "Have you found someone?"
Maria shook her head in shock before refilling her glass and topping off Mary's to buy herself some time. She swirled the liquid in her cup as she shrugged. "I'm not sure."
The question made Mary's already fuzzy mind skip at the words. "What do you mean you aren't sure?"
A slow blush spread across Maria's liquor-reddened cheeks as she shrugged again. "I mean I'm not sure." She looked down at her glass as she confessed, "I've been thinking about this one person but…"
"But what?" Mary placed her glass down and rested her free hand on Maria's knee in an act that was supposed to be reassuring. Her thumb absentmindedly brushed across the fabric of Maria's dress. "What's wrong Maria?"
The younger woman took a deep breath and downed what little wine she had left in her glass. She placed the glass next to Mary's and sighed. "Have you ever been in love before?" she asked suddenly.
Mary knew that she should be thinking about someone but their image was too blurry to make out. All she could see was Maria staring at her with intense brown eyes waiting desperately for the answer.
"I'm not sure," was all Mary could offer.
Maria acknowledged the admission with a nod. "I'm terrified of letting that person know how I feel. She-"
"She?" Mary interrupted.
"Yes she," Maria confirmed, her voice wavering only the slightest. "She has been so nice to me and I'm afraid, no, terrified that once I tell her, she'll be disgusted with me." Slowly, allowing Mary to stop her if she wished, Maria covered Mary's hand and stared at them with a sad frown. "It would be better if I just keep quiet."
Marry shook her head and turned her hand so she may hold onto Maria's. "Don't ever think like that," she said, gently turning Maria's head with her free hand so the younger woman was forced to look at her. "Life is far too short for you to be scared. Too many have wasted their lives just wondering "what if" and pass on to the Land of the Remembered with half-filled lives. If you love this woman, tell her."
Maria stared into Mary's eyes, fear and hope battling in her heart. "And if she says yes?"
Mary chuckled, a hand cupping Maria's cheek without her knowledge but she did not pull her hand away. "That part is easy. Live your life with her and when you pass on, continue to live with her."
The younger woman smiled and the fear disappeared without hesitation. She nodded and leaned forward to brush her lips against Mary's, keeping her eyes opened to see the other's reaction.
Mary pulled back when she felt the soft pressure on her lips, gaping at Maria. Her hand swiftly came up to cover her mouth where it continued to hang open in alarm.
Tears welled in Maria's eyes as she abruptly stood up, almost knocking the now empty bottle of wine to the floor. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm going to bed now."
The younger woman only took a step away from the couch when she felt a firm grip on her arm. She looked down to see Mary staring up at her, shock the only emotion readable on her face but even then it was only her slightly wide eyes that gave it away. She tried to tug her arm free from the hold but found that Mary was quite stronger than she looked.
"Mary please, I didn't mean t-mph!"
Whatever words died away into a muffled sound as full lips crashed against her own in an almost painful manner. Maria struggled to retain her balance as she instinctively kissed back, a shiver of desire running down her spine as she felt a wet tongue swipe at her bottom lip.
"Mary…" she whimpered as she felt the other woman's body press against her own.
"Bed," the older woman panted as they finally broke the kiss to receive much needed oxygen. Mary went back to kiss Maria with a hunger she had not felt in ages. She did not know what became of her. She did not know why she was suddenly drunk with not only wine but also Maria's taste. All Mary knew was that she was far too hot, her clothes constricting her breathing, and that she needed Maria. Now.
Maria nodded into the kiss, both hands tangling in red hair as the two made their way to Mary's room with clumsy grace. She felt herself be push roughly onto the mattress but no complaint came out of her mouth. She simply pulled Mary's body flush against her, her legs sliding up Mary's hips. Her ankles crossed to trap Mary but the older woman did not seem to mind in the slightest.
In the back of Mary's mind, she knew that she should not be doing this. Both of them were drunk and this will surely lead to regrets in the morning. But as whimpers escaped Maria's mouth as she licked and sucked at her pulse point, Mary found that she could not care. Her teeth scraped against hot flesh with only the barest pressure but the moan awarded to her caused Mary to bite down harder. Hips bucked up into her waist and her body trembled.
Hands instinctively grasped at Maria's ass and pulled her closer. Mary tugged at the loose collar of Maria's dress, growling, "Off."
Maria shuddered, the contact between the apex of her hips and Mary's waist causing her to cry out.
"La-lace in the back," Maria managed to gasp out. She pushed Mary off of her, apologizing for the hurried movements with a deep kiss. Her fingers faltered with the tie and eventually Mary made a circle with her finger, indicating that Maria should turn around.
When Maria's back was presented to her, she brushed brown hair to the side, revealing the lace. Unable to stop herself, Mary leaned forward and placed an open mouth kiss on the skin available to her. She felt more than heard Maria moan and the vibrations traveled throughout her body to focus on her core. With skilled fingers, she untied the knot and tugged the dress down to reveal Maria's breasts.
Maria covered herself on instinct, blushing vibrantly at Mary's apparent eagerness. She felt Mary's hands covering her own and lips brush against the mark that Mary bestowed on her moments before. A quick swipe of a tongue caused Maria to tilt her head to offer up more skin for Mary's ravishing. She groaned as a kiss was placed on her shoulder, soft hands tugging gently at Maria's arms.
"Do not worry Maria, you are beautiful. More beautiful that you will ever know," Mary mumbled into Maria's neck. With a pace that spoke volumes of Maria's nervousness, her arms left her body and one hand tangled itself in Mary's hair as a safety beacon.
Mary's hands cupped Maria's breasts, the pads of her thumbs moving across pert nipples. She did not miss Maria's gasp or her hips rising up in only a fraction of an inch, the message of need clear. Mary would not let herself give into it so quickly, they had all night to explore each other's bodies.
Maria let her head rest against Mary's shoulder as she felt the older woman's hands continue to play with her with expert ease. A gasp and a lengthy moan escaped her mouth as she felt her nipples being squeezed and rolled between gentle fingers. She took a quick glance at Mary's face and felt a sudden flare of smugness at the lust illuminating blue eyes. She played with Mary's jacket collar as she whispered, "You too."
The words seemed to pull Mary out of her lust-filled stupor. She looked down at herself and noticed that she had far too many clothes on. A thought popped in her head and she grinned mischievously. She pulled Maria's hands to the first button of her jacket. "You do it," she whispered back.
Maria gulped at the order, unable to deny how it sent another delicious spark of electricity through her body. Unlike her dress, Maria made quick work of the jacket, tossing it away to some spot on the floor. She took hold of Mary's white shirt and glanced up, silently asking for approval. When the older woman nodded and raised her arms up, Maria pulled up the shirt and let it sink to the floor. As flesh was presented to her, she could not resist licking a trail up to Mary's white bra, smirking as a hand pulled her head closer to the older woman's body.
"No teasing," Mary whimpered, her hands going behind her back to undo her bra. When she felt it slack tellingly, she tossed the garment away with the same carelessness Maria showed her jacket and shirt.
Apparently her wish had gone through Maria's head as full lips circled around one nipple and fingers played with the other. She sucked gently, making sure not to be too rough and cause Mary discomfort.
She did not have to worry however. Mary moaned and tugged brunette hair as she whimpered, "Harder please."
Maria headed Mary's wishes and scraped her teeth against Mary's nipple. The result was something that Maria swore to herself that she will never forget, she would be damned if she allowed all the alcohol to cloak this memory in a haze. Mary's hips rose and bumped against Maria's clothed thigh. Mary whimpered as she continued to grind herself against Maria's thigh, trying to get some friction against the spot where she needed Maria most.
Maria looked down and Mary slowed her grinding. Maria would have none of that, she sat back down on the bed and pulled Mary with her so the older woman was kneeling above her. She pulled her dress up so that her thigh would be bare and grabbed Mary's hips in a firm hold to make her grind down on her thigh. Mary gasped and buried her head in Maria's shoulder, unable to keep her pace from becoming a little frantic as she finally received the pressure she needed. She could feeling her skirt loosening as Maria pull down the zipper, but that only made her grind down harder.
The younger woman leaned back and smirked at the sight before her. Mary, without the younger woman for support, leaned back on her hands and threw her head back with an unguarded moan. She continued to move her hips against Maria's thigh, blushing when she realized her essence was making the flesh wet and slippery.
Maria seemed to realize this as well because her smirk widened and she grasped Mary's hips again to steady her movements. She felt her own need rise with every moan, whimper, and gasp that escaped Mary's mouth but she did not try to sate herself. She wanted to watch as Mary lost herself in the pleasure she was giving her and she knew that if she brought attention to her need Mary would stop and take care of her.
We still have the whole night for such things, Maria promised herself.
"M-Maria please, I-I'm close," Mary gasped, her fingers curling to hold the blankets beneath her in a vice-like grip. She cried out when she felt one of Maria's hands begin to play with her breast again and the other pushed the skirt up to reveal soaked white underwear. She looked down and cursed at the sight, almost coming undone right then and there.
Maria leaned forward and kissed Mary's ear before whispering into it, "Just hold on a little longer mi amor."
"I-I can't!" Mary all but moaned, pulling Maria's body against her. The feeling of the younger woman's breasts pressed up against her own, coupled with the absolutely divine thigh pressed up against her sex, was making Mary delirious with lust. "Please, I need you Maria!" she begged, emphasizing her words with a particularly hard thrust.
"I know," Maria hummed. With a little difficulty she persuaded Mary to get up on her knees with an insistent tap on her hipbone, causing the older woman to moan in disappointment and want. Maria brushed aside the ruined underwear and slipped two fingers inside Mary's folds, not bothering with any foreplay. Mary had enough teasing as it is.
It only took a few thrusts of Maria's fingers to send Mary falling off the cliff of ecstasy. She cried out and held on tight to Maria, her hips thrusting frantically as she rode out her orgasm. The younger woman's name tumbled out of Mary's mouth in a consistent flow as she tried to regain some sense of self. After a few minutes, Maria felt Mary slump against her form with a content and rather satisfied sigh. She slipped her fingers out of the older woman and while Mary was looking up at her, she slowly licked the fingers clean.
Mary made a face and tried to swat Maria's fingers from her mouth but found that she did not have the motivation to do so. So she just watched, panting heavily as Maria hummed at the taste of her essence.
"Delicious," Maria offered after she finally removed her fingers from her mouth. She looked down at the spent Mary and giggled. "Was it good for you?"
"Very," Mary said, her lips tilted in a lazy smile. A moment after though, she frowned, looking at Maria. She placed a hand where flesh met dress on Maria's toned stomach. "You didn't-" Mary left off but the rest of the question was clear as she glanced down at her almost naked form.
"I don't need to." It was a complete lie and both women knew it. Hearing her name being called out during Mary's climax caused the fire in between Maria's legs to progress into an inferno. She pressed her thighs together in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure but the sight of Mary was making it very hard for the younger woman to concentrate on anything but her desire.
Any exhaustion in Mary's eyes vanished as she saw Maria glance down at herself. She grasped at the end of Maria's dress and tugged upwards to signal she wanted it off. Maria giggled and pulled the dress up and over her head, allowing the fabric to crumple into a heap on the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Maria asked, almost shyly.
Mary managed to tear her eyes off of Maria's body, still clothed in her knee high boots and lacy underwear that made Mary's mouth water more than she cared to admit. "Most definitely."
Quick hands undid the buttons on the boots and tugged them off along with the socks. She kissed up the right leg, taking specific care to nibble and suck at the flesh of Maria's inner thigh. Once she got close to Maria's sex, she began to kiss up past it to Maria's lips.
Maria kissed her desperately, her hands skimming down Mary's back to squeeze her ass. "No teasing," she gasped out.
"Patience," was all Mary offered as she started to kiss back down Maria's body. She glanced up to see Maria staring down at her, a finger in between her teeth to hold back the moans. She continued to stare into brown eyes as her tongue darted out to taste the flesh in between Maria's breasts. She felt hands tangle in her hair and try to push her head to where she needed Mary the most. "Patience," she repeated, this time with an undercurrent of authority in her voice.
Maria only responded with a slight moan and a shake of her head.
Mary took pity on the younger woman and renewed her efforts to glide down Maria's body. When her intention became clear, Maria whimpered and closed her legs. "T-that, I uh never-"
Mary silenced the younger woman with a swift bite to her left thigh, close to the spot where she had ridden it. "It's okay," she assured with a lick of the mark she just left. "I'll take care of you."
Maria hesitated before nodding, forcing her body to relax as Mary gently opened her legs to settle in between. She could not however, still the quivering as she felt hot breath go against her most intimate spot, the only barrier between them a flimsy lace underwear.
The older woman looked up and was relieved when she was rewarded with the barest of nods. She took the underwear in between her teeth, not missing the groan the sight caused Maria to make, and with a pace that was more to tease Maria than to savor the moment, dragged the clothing down until it dangled on Maria's ankle.
She kissed back up the leg, stopping just short of Maria's sex. Mary took an experimental lick and shuddered when she tasted Maria's essence. Grabbing a hold of both thighs and resting them on her shoulders, she took a deeper swipe of her tongue, just barely parting the folds of Maria's sex.
"Please – oh – just fuck me already!" Maria cried out, her body needing more relief.
Mary groaned at Maria's coarse language, the vibrations causing the younger woman to grip at the sheets under her for some purchase. She licked at Maria's sex with new vigor, chuckling as curse words escaped Maria's mouth. She moved her hand away from Maria's thigh to part her lips and expose her clit. She took a quick lick at it and had to hold Maria's hips down as they bucked up. She paid particular attention to the bundle of nerves after that discovery, humming softly at Maria's "oh my god's" and whines as the older woman lavished her.
She began to feel Maria coming closer to her peak and glanced up to a wonderful sight. Maria's head was pressed against the covers as she moaned without any restraint, one hand playing with her own breast and the other clenching at the pillow above her head. The younger looked down with half-lidded eyes, smiling softly as her hand left her breast to brush Mary's hair out of her face.
Mary shifted her weight to get more comfortable and dipped her tongue in Maria's opening, relishing the view of Maria's eyes closing in ecstasy. She felt Maria's thighs begin to tremble against her and replaced her tongue with two fingers. She continued to thrust them in and out of Maria as she slid up her body.
Maria pulled her in a deep, if a little sloppy, kiss, groaning when she tasted herself. "A little more," she pleaded.
Mary grinned and curled her fingers twice, feeling Maria's walls clench and tremble against her. She slid them out of Maria and like the younger woman, licked her fingers clean.
Maria watched her with tired eyes and pulled Mary close to her. "That was amazing," she panted. Mary hummed in agreement and rested her head on Maria's bare shoulder. She felt the younger woman play with her hair and giggled. The giggle ended with a shiver as a draft hit Mary's sweat slickened body.
The younger woman looked down in concern and moved out from under Mary. The older woman was about to pull Maria back when she realized that Maria was pulling up a blanket to cover them. She sighed in relief as the soft downy brushed against her naked skin. Maria joined her a moment later and pulled Mary closer so they could spoon, the younger woman's arms around Mary's waist.
Mary lifted Maria's hand to her mouth and kissed it. "Goodnight Maria."
Maria grazed her lips against Mary's neck as she whispered back, "Buenos noches mi amor."