Author and yahoo im addy: meremortal2k3
email address: kbuxton25 at blueyonder dot co dot uk
Title: I'll be Gentle pt.3
Rating: I'm just a perv, I'll go for an R
Pairing: Helena/Dinah
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I'm just having some fun.
Author's notes: While Barbara's away the cat and canary are gonna play.
Be warned, this is another rude one.
The next one probably won't be as rude (I said probably) as it will more than likely involve Barbara's return and her reaction to the current situation.
Part 3
"Mmmm." Dinah let the sharp liquid soothe her parched throat. Ice cold Pink grapefruit juice was always the best way to quench a thirst. She held the glass to her forehead; allowing the condensation to cool her heated skin.
They had slept all day, both of them exhausted. Who could blame them?
Dinah gulped some more of the juice and refilled the glass. She reached into the freezer and pulled out a couple of ice cubes.
Plop, Plop.
Juice jumped out of the glass and ran down the sides mixing with the dew. Dinah caught it with her finger; lifting it to her mouth she licked her digit clean.
"Now that was sexy." Helena groaned from the doorway. "Any left for me?"
"Always." Dinah grinned at the gloriously naked Huntress before taking another swig. She crooked her finger and motion for the other woman to come to her. Just as Helena was reaching for the chilly glass; she batted her hand away. Reaching around Helena's head and grabbing a small clump of auburn hair; she pulled her down on to her lips. Dinah parted them a little to allow Huntress to enter.
Helena's taste buds exploded as she tasted the grapefruit juice Dinah had kept in her mouth. She drank down the offered refreshment before cleansing the blonde's palate with her tongue. Sucking gently on Dinah's tongue, until she could no longer taste citrus, but she kept on kissing.
Scooping her hands under Dinah's buttocks; she lifted her onto the kitchen table. She settled herself between her young lover's legs and slowly began to unbutton the silky black shirt Dinah was wearing. It was her own; one of her favourites so there was no way that she was going to rip the buttons off.
"My turn to play." Helena smirked once she had eased the shirt away from Dinah's pale breasts. She leant forward and kissed the blondes neck just below her ear. Sucking, licking and kissing she made her way downwards, stopping momentarily at the hollow of her throat. Helena could feel Dinah's pulse under her lips and kissed it reverently before moving on.
"Mmmm." Dinah hummed as wet lips surround her nipples alternatively, suckling until they were fully erect. She felt fingers and nails toy with one breast, lips and teeth played with the other.
Dinah wanted to press her legs together. She wanted a little release from the delicious pressure travelling from her breasts towards her core, but Huntress was standing between them; keeping them wide.
Leaning backwards on her elbows, the blonde forced Helena down with her. She grinned maniacally and closed her eyes tight as she wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and pulled her on to her wetness.
Helena groaned. She could feel sopping hair on her lower belly as Dinah rubbed against her. She licked lazily around the strawberry nipples; puckered, aching, ready. Reaching out for the cool grapefruit juice, she removed her mouth and finger's from the pebbled flesh. Helena drizzled the juice slowly.
Dinah's eyes flew open and her back arched away from the wooden table. She wanted away from the cold torture, but closer at the same time. As Helena's delicious mouth lapped at the liquid which burned her tender breasts; Dinah believed it was possible to cum without fingers or mouth having touched her sex. She panted heavily, pushing herself further into the other woman's face.
As Helena dripped the juice lower, onto the flat of her stomach; into her navel, following with her tongue, she could feel Dinah's steel grasp in her short messy hair; pushing her lower. Pushing her to where Dinah wanted her the most.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck." Dinah whimpered as citrus juice enflamed her swollen lips and trickled around her clit; into her already juicy hole and down further. "Oh fuck, oh fuck." She could no longer think straight as the gorgeous Huntress French kissed the whole of her pouting pussy straight down to her ass.
"Oh god." Helena groaned at the feel of Dinah in her mouth and around her chin. She slurped up the fruit juice and Dinah's own musky juices before inserting a single sticky finger into the aroused flesh.
Dinah ground herself onto the intrusion and begged for more.
As Helena pushed in another finger; she continued to flick her tongue over her clit. She could feel Dinah begin to grip at her fingers and knew that she only needed a little more to cum.
Helena trailed her free hand up between Dinah's perky breasts and gently traced her kiss bruised lips with her index finger. "Suck it for me sweet-heart, make in nice and wet."
Dinah sucked and swirled her tongue around the finger in her mouth before it was pulled out with a wet pop. The sensations enveloping her made her dizzy and she didn't realise what that wet digits intensions were until she felt it ease in to her puckered ass.
"Oh FUCK!" Dinah yelped as she came. She only barely managed to hang onto consciousness by gulping in air and gripping the table beneath her with whitened knuckles.
The blonde looked down at her lover who had pulled a chair to the bottom of the table and sat in it. Her head resting on Dinah's lower stomach looking up with hungry eyes and a salacious grin.
"Come here baby." Dinah whispered as her breathing returned to normal. "I want to taste you."
"It won't take long." Helena scooted along the table until her knees were either side of Dinah's face and Dinah's hands cupped her ass cheeks; pulling her down on to her waiting mouth. "Just a few minutes." She groaned as the blondes tongue entered her body.
"Come on baby, cum for me." Dinah teased around mouthfuls of hot flesh. "I want you to cum in my mouth, let me taste you."
"Oh god Dinahhhh." Helena rubbed her mound on the blondes chin and rocked on her tongue until her orgasm erupted. "Ohhh goddd."
"What the hell are we gonna tell Barbara?" Helena groaned into the crook of Dinah's neck as they rested together on the spacious kitchen table; where the three of them usually ate breakfast.
"I'm guessing nothing about the table if you ever want to 'eat' here again." The blonde couldn't help but grinning at her own double-entendre, she wrapped her arms more tightly around her lover. "And nothing about the couch …and the shower … and the balcony … oohh and the ……"
