11
Isabela really hadn't known what to expect from Hawke. The girl could kiss, that much had already been demonstrated, but could she rut? Or would she just lie down like a scared starfish?
As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Isabela pushed Hawke onto the bed, and straddled her, while nimbly unbuttoning the younger woman's blouse.
Isabela felt uncharacteristically nervous. The liquor had started to wear off, and she got caught in her own thoughts. She realised that she hadn't been with a woman for a long time. Years, even. And she normally preferred random encounters. Once somebody has seen you naked, you lose all power. She'd known Hawke for two years, and was relying on the continued association. Maybe this was a mistake…
Before she could wrap her mind around her concerns, she'd undone the last button on Hawke's blouse, and exposed white, smooth, skin, a soft, flat stomach, and one of the most exquisite pairs of breasts that Isabela had ever seen.
"Hawke, I had no idea you were hiding these under your robes…" she said as she gently ran one hand over Hawke's left breast, and watched as the skin responded with goose bumps. Hawke giggled and gasped at the sensation.
Hawke's hands were shaking as she started unthreading the lacing on the front of Isabela's tunic.
"Don't be nervous, sweet thing, you're in very good hands…" Isabela whispered as she cupped both of the mage's breasts in her hands and massaged them. They were firm, and the skin was impossibly soft. They were a perfect handful, and both nipples hardened almost instantly under Isabela's touch.
Hawke looked Isabela in the eye and blushed. "It's been a long time. I don't want to be bad at it…"
Isabela chuckled and leaned down, nibbling on Hawke's earlobe. "Don't worry, you won't be bad. I know exactly what to do with you."
Hawke got the last thread of Isabela's tunic undone and threw it onto the floor. Isabela grabbed both the mage's shaking hands and placed them upon her breasts, watching as the mage's eyes widened at the new sensation. "I knew they were big, but these are… wow…"
Isabela laughed. Wow did seem to be the word most commonly associated with them.
Isabela rolled off Hawke and lay beside her. She ran her hand down Hawke's torso, and pulled the down mage's skirt. She dropped it to the ground, then ran a hand up one of Hawke's thighs. She hooked her thumb in her pantyline, and Hawke inhaled audibly as Isabela slowly worked the little red undergarments down the mage's shapely legs, until they were added to the pile on the floor.
"You need to breathe, sweet thing..." Isabela reminded Hawke, who had yet to exhale.
Isabela leaned over and kissed Hawke. If the girl proved to be nothing else, she was certainly a good kisser. Isabela pulled away and drew her thumb along Hawke's lower lip. Hawke put her mouth over it and sucked it. Isabela withdrew it, and placed her mouth back onto the mage's, tasting her lips and tongue.
She slid her hand down between Hawke's legs, and Hawke jolted as Isabela used the pad of her wet thumb to gently stroke her. It really had been a long time for Hawke, whose sensitive little body was being wracked with pleasure within a few moments.
"Uh-uh, sweet thing, not yet…" Isabela said, removing her hand as Hawke's moans began to intensify, "I've got lots more to do to you before you're allowed to do that."