To the guest reviewer who insisted Brits say randy instead of horny...ummm we really really don't, I've heard it used maybe a handful of times in my 34 years of life, living in Britain, whereas as horny is very commonly used. Maybe if you were aged around 70 and up?
Patsy barrelled through the door of the B&B and up the stairs. Delia watched her wife round the corner of the bannister at speed as she leant back on the door, the latch clicking into place as she dropped her head and released a massive sigh.
The effect of Patsy's hormones wasn't really letting up, and she suspected she had a busy evening ahead of her. She only hoped things would settle down overnight, otherwise the drive back to London was going to either be unbearably tense, or it would take forever due to…well, extra pit stops. And if they didn't make it in time for their appointment then…it wouldn't be a waste exactly, just that Patsy would have gone through this ordeal for no reason.
"Everything all right there Delia?"
Delia opened her eyes to their host hovering in the kitchen doorway. "Yes thanks Karen, it's just been a bit of a day."
"Sorry to hear that. How was Carew?"
"It was…fun," Delia nodded, chuckling to herself.
A door slamming above drew both their attention.
"Sorry about her," Delia cringed. "She's err…feeling a bit off."
"Oh that's a shame," Karen frowned. "And on your last night too."
"It's fine," Delia waved a hand dismissively. "It's not like we won't be back." She glanced up the stairs. She really should get up there. "Actually Karen, we might need to check out earlier tomorrow, is that a problem?"
"Not at all dear."
There was a thump upstairs, Delia was pretty sure it was from their room.
"Just text me when you know what time," Karen suggested, eying the ceiling warily. "I think you'd better go see to your wife."
"Delia!" Patsy called from the landing.
"Yeah," Delia sighed. "I better had."
The door to the room was barely open when a hand grabbed the collar of her coat and dragged her inside. She was slammed against the wall with such force she couldn't breathe for a good few seconds but before she could draw a lungful Patsy was pressed up against her, attacking her mouth. Delia's hands went automatically to her wife's hips, gasping when her fingers met skin. Patsy had stripped from the waist down. Holy fuck! Her brain might as well short circuit now because she wasn't going to manage any coherent thought. Especially with Patsy's hands all over her.
She'd never experienced the redhead like this, not even at the beginning of their relationship when they'd occasionally snuck off to an on-call room because they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Right now Patsy's hands were harsh, frenzied, grabbing any inch of flesh they encountered. Her mouth was drifting down to Delia's jaw, nipping along the bone until she could latch onto the patch of skin behind Delia's ear, sucking hard. A strangled shriek left the brunette's mouth, a sound she'd never heard herself make before. Christ Patsy was pushing every one of her buttons except…Patsy's hands both wrestled their way under Delia's clothes, two sets of nails digging into her shoulder blades and pulling down, down, down. Delia's whole body shook violently. She was on the cusp of orgasm and aside from a couple of frantic gropes at her thighs and bum, Patsy hadn't even touched her below the waist yet. Though apparently that was about to change, Patsy's shaking hands focusing long enough to unbutton Delia's jeans while her mouth assaulted Delia's throat. If the bloody woman left any marks behind…Delia growled when teeth nipped just a fraction too hard. But then the mouth was gone, the pressure against her body was gone…and her jeans were going too.
Delia's nostrils flared at the image before her, Patsy on her knees, wrestling jeans and pants down to Delia's ankles.
Patsy stilled, settling back on her heels and looking up at Delia, her eyes aflame and the filthiest grin on her face as she lightly stroked her finger tips up and down the front of Delia's thighs. After the overabundance of stimulation, the sudden lack of it was almost painful, the welshwoman's entire body throbbing. Delia gulped, not quite sure she was going to survive what she suspected was coming next.
The redhead's arms forcibly parted Delia's legs, wrapping around her thighs, but where her feet were still trapped by her clothes she couldn't support herself, even against the wall so found herself perched on Patsy's biceps a fraction of a second before the woman's face collided with her sex.
Once more she found it impossible to catch her breath as Patsy devoured her. Greedy lips sucked at her labia, a skilled tongue plundering her entrance before harshly tracing every line and fold on the way up to that little bundle of nerves. It was as though a spring connected Delia's skull to the tip of her tailbone, and as Patsy's lips sealed around her clit, her tongue flickering over the bud recklessly, the spring wound tighter and tighter, the tension throughout Delia's body exquisite as intense heat enveloped her centre, deliberate thought and movement impossible as her hands scrabbled pointlessly against the wall.
When the spring snapped she didn't recognise the stuttering cry she released, her hands clawing at Patsy's neck and shoulders, desperate to ground herself. Unrelenting waves of energy crashed over her as Patsy continued her frenzied licking and sucking, humming eagerly against her hypersensitive flesh.
"P-p…Pats!" she squeaked. "S-st…n…can't…arghh!"
Every muscle in her body gave up and she felt herself falling sideways down the wall, the surface of her coat allowing her to glide easily. Patsy untangled herself to catch her at the last moment, guiding her gently to the floor.
It seemed Patsy was in a more insatiable mood than Delia could have imagined, her head straight back between Delia's thighs, lapping at her in a more leisurely fashion sending fresh convulsions though the smaller woman's body, a grunt catching in her throat simply due to lack of energy.
"Please Pats…" she panted. "I can't take anymore!" She couldn't even lift her arms to push her away. Fortunately Patsy heeded her plea, instead kissing across her abdomen, nibbling at her hipbone while her hands firmly caressed up Delia's sides, rucking up her t-shirt and hoody, the redhead's mouth leaving fat wet kisses in their wake.
Delia couldn't move. She actually could not move. Every bit of her was so heavy.
Her heartbeat was so loud in her ears Delia almost missed Patsy's growl, her tops and bra suddenly shoved up to her throat as Patsy descended on her breasts.
"Fuck!" Delia cried when Patsy tried to suck her entire tit into her mouth, while pinching the other nipple. "Paaaaaats!"
Delia dredged up enough energy to grasp a handful of red hair and haul her wife away from her cleavage. "Seriously Pats!" she rasped, breathless. "My brain is leaking out my ears here!"
"Sorry love," Patsy muttered, crawling up the brunette's body, settling against her and nuzzling her ear.
Muscles melting into the floor, Delia sighed. "That was embarrassingly fast."
Patsy chuckled next to her ear. "That was incredibly, fucking, hot." Her hips rolled gently against Delia's. "Fuck Deels I just want to consume you." Her teeth tugged at an earlobe, making Delia groan as her arms settled weakly around Patsy's shoulders. "You're just so fucking delicious." And her lips were on Delia's skin again, breath hot and heavy, making the brunette shudder. The way Patsy was pressing their bodies together it felt like she was trying to meld them into one.
"Did you just get a hundred times worse on the way back or something?" the welshwoman slurred.
"No," Patsy mumbled against her throat. "I've just been incredibly restrained since lunchtime." She slipped a thigh between Delia's legs, her body surging against her.
Delia's eyes rolled back in her head. "Iesu mawr, Pats, you're gonna have to give me a few minutes to recover or I'm gonna be no use to you."
Patsy finally pulled away long enough for Delia to get a proper look at her. Her pupils were blown, face flushed, lips swollen and bright red, wisps of messy hair plastered to her forehead. Delia watched, bemused, as her wife glanced up at the bed, cogs grinding in her brain before she raised a finger. "Wait here."
And she was gone, scrambling across the floor on her hands and knees, bum and…oh god dripping centre swaying in the air as she rummaged around in their empty bags under the bed.
Delia pathetically pawed at her clothes, only managing to unzip her hoody. There was no way she could get her boots off by herself. This kind of sex was not meant to be had while wearing this many clothes.
"I knew you'd packed it," Patsy declared triumphantly, dropping to her knees with a thud and leaning down to kiss Delia deeply. The redhead threw a leg over Delia, perching astride her hips, and held a black leather harness, with blue dildo swinging from the o-ring, up to her face, shaking fingers picking at the straps where they fed through the d-rings.
Delia shook her head with a chuckle. "Pats?" She finally managed to wriggle an arm out of her coat while Patsy tried to pull the straps apart. "Patsy!"
But the taller woman was extremely focused on her task. "Why do they have to make these things so fiddly?!" she whined.
Delia forced herself up onto an elbow. "Oi!" she called, snapping her fingers in front of her wife's nose. "Efficiency Queen!"
Patsy stared at her startled.
"How about, instead of wrecking the harness, we make this whole endeavour a heck of a lot easier by getting rid of my boots and jeans?"
It took a moment for the idea to click with Patsy, the poor things hormones clearly doing a number on her faculties.
A grin spread across Patsy's face. "Clever woman." She dropped a kiss on Delia's lips, pulled her up to sitting and scurried down to tug at her boot laces.
"Patsy slow down," Delia cautioned, freeing herself from her coat at last, and tossing her hoody aside. "They'll get tangled up."
Amazingly Patsy managed to get the left boot off quite promptly, but the right was more problematic. When the redhead tried pulling at the laces with her teeth Delia shoved her away.
"Let me do it," she grumbled, teasing apart the knot Patsy had created, glimpsing the last of Patsy's clothes being removed out of the corner of her eye.
As soon as the boot was off her foot, Patsy batted it out of Delia's hand, Delia toppling back onto her elbows as the taller woman started to yank and tug at her jeans until her legs eventually slipped free. The brunette barely had time to blink before straps were being wrestled up her thighs, her bum hauled off the floor to slip the waistband into place, every piece of leather then pulled tight in turn.
One of the straps pinched her skin on the final tug. "Oww! Fuck me Pats!" She was still a little gobsmacked, Patsy had never manhandled her like this before.
Panting, whether out of exertion or anticipation Delia wasn't sure, Patsy grinned down at Delia. "Later, I promise." Patsy straddled her again, hovering over her for just a second before grasping the dildo and sinking down onto it.
A long groan rolled out of her mouth, fingers digging into Delia's waist, relief clear on her face as she was filled.
"Oh fuck," Delia breathed, enraptured by the sight of the rubber phallus disappearing into her wife's body, a delicious tension growing in her chest. "Does that feel good baby? Is that what you needed?" Her shoulders were shaking from holding herself up but she didn't want to miss a second of this.
Patsy nodded vigorously, head lolling back as she rolled her pelvis, the dildo hitting all the right spots if her shuddering breaths were anything to go by.
Delia watched a bead of sweat roll down the redhead's throat, over her collarbone and down between her breasts…Oh god Patsy's breasts. Fuck they were so beautiful, swaying ever so slightly with each move Patsy made. Bugger watching, Delia wanted to feel!
She pushed herself up to sitting, Patsy crying out at the change of angle. Delia ran the flat of her tongue up between her wife's incredible tits, her mouth watering when she tasted her sweat. She left wet, open-mouthed kisses across Patsy's chest, carefully avoiding her nipples before dipping her head down a little to latch on to the underside of Patsy's gorgeous, full breasts.
The redhead sucked a breath in through her teeth, her back arching, pressing harder against Delia's mouth. "Ahhhh! Delia!"
Delia continued to suck on the skin as her hands drifted down Patsy's back, delighting in squeezing the woman's arse cheeks. She whimpered when her wife's hips twitched, briefly putting pressure on her own pelvis in just the right place. Releasing her mouth full, Delia grabbed Patsy's bum tight and pulled her hips against her, Patsy's eyes screwing shut and her mouth falling open.
"You gonna ride me baby? Or do you want me to fuck you?" Delia growled, repeating her question from the castle.
Patsy whimpered, rocking just a little as her body tensed against the brunette. "You're supposed to be recovering aren't you?"
Delia nibbled along Patsy's collarbone. "Let's just call this active recovery. So which do you want?" Elegance being the furthest thing from her mind, Delia struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head thanks to it being thoroughly tangled with her bra.
Patsy did her best to assist, but it was debatable whether her actions were a help or hinderance when all she was really focused on was the newly revealed skin. Holding Delia tight, Patsy dropped her head to her shoulder, scraping her teeth over the boney sections. "I don't know," she whined. "I want both."
Leaning back on one hand and bending her knees, Delia thrust up against Patsy. "You can have both," she chuckled. "We're in no rush."
Patsy's breath was hot against her skin. "Mmmm! That feels good."
Delia grinned. "Come here sweetheart." She lay back on the floor, pulling Patsy with her. Pressing her feet into the carpet and firmly grasping Patsy's hips, she pushed her wife down onto the dildo, making her groan.
"Oh god," Patsy whimpered, pressing her face against Delia's neck. "Fuck…keep doing that!"
Leaning up on her hands, Patsy's eyes rolled back in her head, her hair falling around her glowing face as little moans and whimpers left her open mouth. Perfect. They were good at this. Very good. This they could do together. Turn each other into a puddle of hot overstimulated nerve endings. This Delia could be a part of.
"What's that face for?"
Delia flushed, ashamed that she hadn't even noticed Patsy's eyes had opened. "What? You mean my sex face?" She flicked an eyebrow cheekily. Patsy liked it when she did that.
"That's not your sex face," Patsy chastised, but Delia tilted her own pelvis, knowing it would press the dildo against her wife's g-spot, her thumb finding the redhead's clit and rubbing fast from side to side.
"Shit! Deels!"
Entire body already tensing, Patsy pressed back harder and harder against Delia, the slap of skin against skin music to the brunette's ears, especially when accompanied by Patsy's increasingly high-pitched moans. She was biting hard on her bottom lip, fingers clawing at the carpet, and Delia was loving every second of it. Fucking hell she had the sexiest wife ever!
The rhythm of Patsy's hips was starting to stutter, her arms shaking on either side of Delia's head. And then she curled forward, crunching in on herself, her mouth falling open to release desperate sobs as she shook, pleasure flooding her system. She collapsed against Delia as she continued to groan out her orgasm, her teeth finding Delia's shoulder again and biting down just hard enough to make Delia flinch.
As the woman calmed, Delia rolled her onto her back and withdrew the dildo from Patsy's still twitching core, nestling in beside her, littering her sensitive skin with loving kisses. "Fuck Pats, you're absolutely stunning when you come."
Patsy let one arm flop to the floor above her head as she fought to catch her breath, the other tangling in Delia's hair, holding her close. "That was your 'I'm feeling insecure' face," she rasped. "You've not shown me that one for a long time but I still recognise it."
Rolling her eyes, Delia dropped her head to Patsy's shoulder with a groan. "Damn it Patsy!"
The redhead kissed her temple. "Talk to me love."
Delia sighed and lay her head on Patsy's chest. "I just wish this was enough to get you pregnant…That I could get you pregnant."
Patsy's arms wrapped tight around her. "So do I my darling." She nuzzled a kiss into Delia's hair. "I can't think of anything less romantic than having a plastic speculum shoved up my chuff to conceive our child."
Delia snuggled closer. "Suppose I'm feeling a little surplus to requirement," she mumbled.
"You will never be that Delia!" Patsy grasped Delia's chin delicately, urging her from her hiding spot. "If this works, it's not going to be the appointment tomorrow that I remember, it's being here with you."
The brunette snorted disbelievingly.
"I'm serious," Patsy insisted, shifting slightly underneath her. A wicked glint suddenly appeared in the taller woman's eye. "You've got a very important role to play here, so…" She leaned down and slapped Delia's thigh. "…Hop to it Busby and knock me up!"
Delia stared at her incredulously for a moment before being consumed by a fit of giggles. "I love you Patience Busby-Mount!"
"Glad to hear it," the redhead smirked, grasping Delia's bum and pulling her tight against her. "Now get on with it."
Not one to disobey a direct order, especially from her wife, Delia pushed herself up on her knees, crawling between the woman's long, gorgeous legs and wrapping her arms underneath them. Lining the dildo up with Patsy's glistening centre, she leant forward, slipping easily into her wife's body she was that relaxed and aroused still.
Patsy hummed as the base of the toy pressed against her, Delia fully sheathed inside her, and grasped the back of the woman's neck to pull her down into a passionate kiss. The move pushed Patsy's legs further apart, Delia's weight pressing down at the perfect angle for her to settle deeper into her.
The redhead growled into the kiss as the welshwoman set up a steady, gentle rhythm. "Come on Deels," she whimpered. "You're never going to get me pregnant like this."
Delia rolled her eyes. "Is that your way of telling me you want more?"
"See I knew you were clever," Patsy leered, arching beneath the brunette, fingers tangling in her hair. "Come on baby, fuck me with that big blue cock."
"Patsy, don't." Delia shook her head imploringly.
A wicked grin spread across the redhead's face as she nipped at Delia's bottom lip, her hips grinding deeply. "Pound me like a dirty slut mama, make me scream."
Delia pressed her face to Patsy's chest, trying to stifle her giggles. "Pats please don't do the porn star thing! You know it puts me right off!"
"Better shut me up then hadn't you." The challenge in those hooded blue eyes was intense. And Patsy knew Delia rarely backed down from a challenge.
Hefting the taller woman's legs over her shoulders, Delia took her weight on her hands and thrust into her wife, her rhythm now fast and hard.
Patsy's grip on her neck tightened, bringing their foreheads together as she cried out. "Yes! Oh god Deels yes!"
Delia could only grin as she watched the redhead lose herself to her senses. She managed to land a brief bruising kiss on Patsy's lips, their combined movements too erratic for anything more sensual as she sped the woman towards the edge.
Broken, desperate sounds tumbled from Patsy's mouth as she relinquished control, flopping back onto the floor, her breathing shallow as she rocked under Delia's ministrations. Delia watched her face avidly, waiting for any of her tells; the slight flicker of an eyebrow, a twitch at the corner of her mouth.
Unfortunately, a twinge was making itself increasingly known in Delia's lower back, and so her rhythm faltered for a moment as she tried to reposition. The redhead whimpered in protest.
"Sorry love," Delia whispered, pulling one knee up alongside Patsy's hip and resumed her pace.
Patsy gasped, clutching at Delia's wrists. "There! There Deels!"
Delia dug deep, gathering her last scraps of energy to speed up one last time, leaning forward to bring the woman's knees almost to her ears as Patsy's lip started to twitch and her eyebrows furrowed. Her muscles were burning but she didn't care.
"Oh…oh…I'm coming!" Patsy gasped, clawing at Delia's arms. "Delia I'm coming!..Oh oh…Fuck!"
The redhead bucked violently beneath Delia, her head thrown back as she shook hard. Delia did her best to move with her, close to orgasm herself simply from the sounds her wife was making. She released Patsy's legs, the woman's hands on her bum in an instant, holding Delia's hips tight against her as she claimed her lips in a fiery kiss, Patsy continuing to spasm for several long moments after.
Eventually Patsy relaxed back against the floor, still breathing heavy. Delia took this as her cue to dismount, gently pulling out and rolling onto her back beside her wife, the dildo wobbling obscenely above her hips.
"If that doesn't get you pregnant, nothing will," she panted, dropping her forearm over her eyes.
Patsy giggled, grasping Delia's hand and bringing it to her lips. "You're getting too good at that." She stroked her fingers up and down Delia's arm.
"I aim to please," Delia smirked, before hissing when Patsy's fingers found a sore patch of skin.
"Sorry my love, got a bit carried away with the scratching." She kissed along the angry red marks on Delia's forearm.
"S'okay, I don't mind." She could feel Patsy watching her. Letting her arm drop over her head she turned to see Patsy chewing her lip nervously. "What?"
"Can you roll over please darling?"
"What for?" She was suddenly aware her sex was throbbing, aching to be touched, even if she was exhausted. She flicked her eyebrow again. "Planning to take me from behind?"
"Actually I want to see what damage I've done to your back," Patsy replied sheepishly.
And now Delia was aware of the heat between her shoulder blades. She'd been too busy to care before, but she dutifully rolled over now, wincing as Patsy hissed through her teeth.
"Oh Deels I'm so sorry." Cool fingers gently brushed over her stinging skin. "Lets get you to the bathroom, I need to clean you up."
Delia groaned, the thought of moving just too much right now. "I'm fine here, it can wait." She felt the warmth of Patsy's body as she shuffled closer behind her, a shiver running through her as a tongue traced the outside of her ear.
"If you're a good girl, I'll fuck you over the bathroom counter."
Delia was off the floor like a shot.
Karen turned up the radio as the muffled cries bled through the floorboards. "You know Ed, I really think a bit of sound proofing in the rooms would be a worthwhile investment!"