The cool silk of her nightdress did little to lessen the heat of her flesh. Everywhere Myka touched, Helena burned, in the most excruciatingly delicious manner imaginable. Myka had backed her through the hall until she found herself at Myka's door, all without removing her lips from Helena's pulse point. An impressive feat given it meant neither of them was watching where they were going. Helena had put up a little resistance to Myka's pushing at first, perhaps out of pride perhaps to see what her new lover would do. Myka simply grabbed her around the small of her back and lifted, the agent's lean frame was deceiving to the power she held inside her.
Her mind was swimming; Myka seemed intent on imbibing all her oxygen and control. She had yet to set her down; Helena found herself held aloft, pressed between the door and Myka's heaving bosom. Not an unpleasant place to be. Neither of them was wearing a bra, and the constant press and friction of their chests was causing her nipples to harden painfully beneath her nightdress. Myka broke the kiss to lick at the shell of her ear, and Helena shuddered in reply, clutching at the taller woman's bare shoulders. One of Helena's legs slid lasciviously up Myka's backside, drawing them even closer. The other soon did the same, and with both legs wrapped around her lover, Myka let go of her waist and let both hands roam unheeded.
Helena's hands were wrapped in her dark mane. She'd always loved Myka's curls: the way they bounced around her face as she spoke. When she'd been on the run in her effort to end the world she'd seen a woman on the street with hair like Myka. It had stopped her dead in her tracks; if she had been wiser, she'd have known then and there that her plan was doomed. Now that she was back, Helena intended on making whatever hair-straightening device it was that Myka used disappear. Helena pulled Myka's lips to her own again, kissing her in a way that's more teeth than tongue. It was only when Helena felt Myka's hand slip up her inner thigh that she forced their lips apart,
"Myka Darling? I think we ought not go any farther while we're still in the hallway. If Pete were to go to the bathroom right now..." Myka's hand stopped its ascent; she snickered against her throat,
"He'd never shut up about it." Helena didn't really care who saw, but she knew Myka did. Myka shook her head from side to side slowly, as if clearing a fog. Helena tried to use the pause to catch her breath, but before she could the hand still poised high on her inner thigh suddenly clawed sharply back down causing Helena's head to loll back. She arched off the door, one single bundle of nerves and need. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her nails were digging deeply into Myka's shoulder blades. When she looked back down, she found Myka giving her the most voracious look she'd ever seen.
Without breaking eye contact, Myka pushed open the door and carried Helena into the room. She was dropped onto the bed one second, and Myka was back on top of her the next. They both fought for dominance, attempting and failing to force the other into submission. She pulled Myka's tongue into her mouth and sucked hard, milking a not so quiet whimper from the other woman's lips. Helena grasped the hem of the younger woman's shirt, and froze, struck with a sudden moment of uncertainty. She'd seen this scene a thousand times in her mind; but she had assumed Myka wouldn't still want her, given all she'd done. She had confessed her feelings tonight because she could see Myka agonizing over her intentions, and Helena just couldn't bear hurting her anymore, not because she had believed it would land her here on Myka's bed with the goddess of a woman trying to swallow her whole. As it was she saw the betrayal in Myka's eyes every night when she closed her eyes,
"Are you... certain?" Her voice was rough and cracked ever so slightly; she had to ask even though she dreaded the answer. Myka sat up so that she was straddling her waist. Her eyes hadn't lessened their intensity, but her smile was soft, and this time the warmth that flooded over Helena was more sentimental than sensual. Myka rolled her hips purposefully against her abs, and Helena's breath hitched at the moist heat she felt. She tenderly slid her hands over Helena's, subduing their slight tremor, and helped her pull the nightshirt off,
"Shut up." Whatever retort had been on the tip of her tongue, vanished as her eyes took in the sudden reveal of naked flesh. Toned arms, flat inviting stomach, perfectly shaped breasts, hardened nipples just begging to have her lips wrapped around them. Helena attempted to sit up and do just that, but halfway up she was roughly shoved back down on the mattress, a grunt escaping her lips as the air was knocked from her lungs. Myka' hands were on her hips now, slowly easing the nightdress up, marking every inch of newly uncovered skin with teeth and tongue. Helena shut her eyes tight and enjoyed the sensation, but when Myka reached her breasts, she stopped. Helena cracked open one eye and waited for Myka to speak. She had an inkling of what had caused Myka to still against her,
"Nipple piercings?" Her tone was part teasing part, well if Helena had to put a name to the emotion, covetous.
"Don't look at me; Emily Lake apparently had a kinky side behind her obsession with literature and questionable taste in pets." Myka snorted, and Helena marveled- not for the first time- at how quickly Myka could shift from adorable to sexy and vice versa. One moment she wanted to wrap her in a hug and protect her from the world, and the next she wanted to throw her against a wall, eat her out and make her scream. Myka's tongue flitted out briefly to tease one hardened nipple and Helena bit down on her lip, swallowing her moan.
"The regents gave her a kinky side?" As much as Helena loved conversing with the younger woman, she found herself more wanton to touch and be touched by the second,
"I highly doubt those backwards prigs even know the meaning of the word. I like to think a little of me resisted being ripped from my body, that I wasn't wholly gone." Myka smiled down at her, and lightly flicked the barbell on her right nipple,
"I like it." And like that, the urgency was back. Myka sucked her left nipple into her mouth; alternating between twirling her tongue around the barbell and biting down, and her other hand kneaded her right breast in her palm. Helena's hips bucked instinctively seeking friction where she wanted to be touched most, but Myka ignored her, instead latching onto her the skin just above her collarbone and biting down, hard. Helena's hands began exploring, but were quickly grabbed and thrown over her head. Myka held both of her wrists in one hand, there was a moment of shuffling, what for Helena could not determine as her vision was obscured by a mess of curls. A second later she felt silk on her skin and then Myka's hands were back on breasts, teasing the already too hard nubs. Helena returned the favour, or she would have if her attempt to move her arms had succeeded.
Her eyes darted up and narrowed at the sight of her wrists swathed in silk scarves, affixing her to the headboard. She turned to give the woman hovering over her a stern glare. Much to her chagrin, her glare was met with raucous laughter.
"Is the legendary H.G Wells pouting?" Helena balked and pulled again on her binds,
"I do not pout. And if you want me to show you something legendary I suggest you release my hands." Myka gave her an indulgent grin and leaned down to whisper in her ear,
"Later, first it's my turn." With that Myka slid down her body, lingering here and there to leave a kiss or nip at any sensitive spots she found. When she reached her underwear, she lightly trailed her fingers lightly back and forth; Helena strained her neck to meet Myka's gaze, as she continued tracing back and forth just under the hem of her underwear. Helena held her gaze as she let out a groan from deep in back of her throat,
"Tease." What happened next was a blur. She saw white. Her back arched, suspending the top half of her body off the bed as she strained against her restraints; her mouth froze in the shape of an O. Two fingers or was it three? Smooth strokes moving to an ever-increasing tempo. Myka's thumb was rubbing tight circles around her clit, and the pressure was building to a level that was equal parts bliss and torment. With each stroke, Myka vibrated against her, skin sliding against skin, made slick with their combined arousal. Helena managed to wedge one knee between Myka's parted legs, so as with every rock of their bodies, her knee pressed against Myka's centre.
Helena was all but thrashing against her restraints at this point, moving in sync to the woman hovering not a breath above her. Even as the sensations overwhelmed every nerve in her body, Helena couldn't help but revel at Myka's beauty. Eyes shut tight, brow furrowed in an effort to keep up their impossible pace, sweat matting her hair against her forehead, Helena couldn't remember ever seeing her more beautiful.
When Helena's back suddenly froze, her full breasts thrust into the air, shaking the bed as she screamed out her orgasm, Myka followed suit; her mouth latching onto a pert nipple and biting down to muffle her own scream. Myka shook and trembled till her arms could no longer support her, falling heavily onto Helena's soft body. Helena could feel tears in the corner of her eyes; utterly spent she took in a deep breath, breathing in the smell of sweat, sex, and Myka.
I haven't decided if I'm doing a part 3. Do you like it? Shall I go on?
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