"What the fuck is wrong with this bed?!"
Rita rolled over onto her back, squinting up at the ceiling, the entire bed seemed to be swaying about the room.
"I don't think it's the bed..."
Connie raised a hand to shield her eyes, what little light there was in the room was burning her eyes and making them water. She leant over, being careful to steady herself with one hand against the bedside table, whilst turning off the lamp with the other hand.
There was a certain degree of relief that came with the light being turned off. Now it was just the uneasy lurching within their own heads that they had to contend with, not the smooth swaying of the room before their eyes. Rita exhaled slowly into the room and rolled over again, ever so carefully, searching with her fingers across the cool cotton of the pillow until she found Connie's face.
"I think we're going to regret this in the morning."
Her words had been meant as a whisper, but Connie flinched back at the sudden loudness of her voice, the edge of the bed seeming suddenly a lot nearer than she had thought it was and she gripped a hold of it with one hand, squeezing her eyes shut tight, certain that she was going to fall.
Instead she felt Rita shuffle closer, her arm tucking neatly about Connie's waist where her fingertips played in soft circles across her flesh.
Connie allowed herself to relax again, and she lessened her grip on the side of the mattress. She turned, hauling herself over so that she could take the smaller woman in her arms and kiss her forehead.
Rita smiled against her, Connie could feel the trembling of her laugh against her chest. She pulled away slightly and looked down at her, peering at her in the dark.
"Are you laughing?"
She asked, frowning. Rita bit her lip and nuzzled closer, closing her eyes.
"I was just thinking about Cal."
"Cal?!"
Connie exclaimed, again feeling the odd sensation of falling, when really she was perfectly safe.
Rita grinned, and once again Connie felt the hum of laughter against her chest as Rita realised how what she had said had sounded.
"I was just thinking how much he would like to see us like this..."
She brushed her lips against the rise of Connie's left breast as she spoke, distracting the older woman somewhat.
"Oh really?"
"Mmm."
Rita sighed, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the rise of Connie's hip. She adored how the skin just in the dip between her hip bone and stomach was softer than almost anywhere else, and how it curved downwards, as if coaxing her fingers down, further, and further...
Connie cleared her throat, she was well aware of what Rita was doing. Her fingers were teasing her, making her heart beat just that little bit quicker, and a deep ache began to flutter within the pit of her stomach.
Instinctively she reached out for them. She interlocked their fingers, forcing Rita to move away from her, and with a creak of the bed, and a surprisingly graceful movement given her inebriated state, she turned onto her side, pausing just to blink against the darkness, and the dim grey/blue light of the night showing through the curtains.
"You've taken charge far too many times."
She murmured, almost yawning as she spoke, an odd fevered sort of tiredness had come over her – the sort that does when a person has had too much to drink – a lazy tiredness, laced with raw arousal.
She caught the gentle bite of Rita's lower lip and raised her eyebrows ever so slightly as she pressed her body closer, holding them together, just enjoying the feel of warm skin on skin.
Connie smiled as she kissed her, her eyelids heavy, her head fuggy.
"Tonight you're mine."
She whispered, and Rita exhaled and gently flexed her hips in return as she kissed her.
The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in far too long, Connie's mind was locked into the present, and her usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended – like dust motes in the air - she had no wish for the kiss to end.
She touched her tongue to Rita's, running her hands the length of her sides, up and down, up and down, dragging the very tips of her fingers over the dip of her waist and the rise of her hip, her only desire was to touch her, to move her hands across her body, and to feel Rita move in turn. In moments the soft caresses became more firm, more definite, and the quickening of Rita's breath matched her own. A kiss like this was the beginning, a promise of much more to come.
Connie hesitated, pulling away only ever so slightly. She could taste Rita on her lips, could taste the wine, the warmth, could feel the gentle press of her body against hers, and how her hips rolled ever so slightly without any thought at all. They paused – breath quick between them, neither quite knowing whether to speak, or to remain silent. Rita exhaled the breath of a laugh and bit her lip to hide it quickly. Connie touched her tongue to her teeth and glanced down between them.
There was something so disarming about seeing Rita naked. There was a vulnerability that Connie couldn't resist – a vulnerability not shown at any other moment.
Her eyes traveled from Rita's lips to her collar bone, delicate in the darkness, then to her breasts, smaller than her own, and each so perfect.
With lazy fingertips she traced the rise and bumps of Rita's rib-cage until she reached the underside of her right breast, pausing once again before grazing her palm across it and feeling her arc up against her, wanting her touch more than anything...She didn't linger too long, just enough for her to see how beautiful she was to her. It was her eyes that she wanted to see...her hands could tell her the rest.
She kissed her again. Gentle at first, pulling away slowly as she cupped the side of her face. Spreading her fingers wide, she ran her thumbs along Rita's jawbone, pulling down gently to part her lips.
She felt Rita slip a hand across her hip, to her chest, cupping her breasts and letting her thumbs move back and forth over hardening nipples. The sensation was incredible, and for a moment, Connie was overwhelmed. The light headed feeling from the wine, and the slow movement of Rita's fingers stirred something within her - something primal and carnal.
She shivered as she breathed out. She kissed her slower, moving slower than she thought two people could touch. Slower than sleep. So slow it took concentration. So slow that it was more than erotic. It was something else entirely, something deeper...
The slower Connie moved, the more Rita seemed to melt beneath her. She rolled her hips, and Connie edged herself on top of her, holding herself above her, her right leg purposely pressed between the blonde's legs. Rita paused, her body aching, and she took a moment to catch her breath before she gave a tentative flex of her hips, and she shuddered as Connie pressed back against her with her thigh, making her gasp.
She leant down carefully on her elbows, her back arched like a cats above Rita, curved and perfect with her thigh between her legs and her hot breath against Rita's lips, but instead of kissing her mouth she kissed the flush of her face. One cheek, then the other, humming against her skin, kissing her until Rita couldn't bare it and she allowed Rita to capture her lips with her own.
"I love you..."
Connie whispered between kisses, and Rita looked up at her, held in the moment, her dark eyes wide. She was breathing through parted lips, and she cast a quick glance to Connie's mouth. She smiled shakily, their bodies hot and trembling as though they'd fucked for ninety minutes instead of having just begun.
From beneath her Rita wriggled slightly, hitching up her leg so that she could feel the heat between Connie's legs against her own, how wet she was, how warm and soft, and how her eyes fell closed and she lowered her jaw just a little, pausing before gently rocking her hips, thighs tightly against one another, foreheads pressed together, noses just touching, lips only a breath apart.
Rita wrapped her arms about her neck, and every time Connie moved she felt the gentle clench of Rita's fingers against the very back of her neck. They could feel nothing but each other. It was as though they had fallen into a dream, their heads thick and foggy, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that built between their legs and low within their stomachs, making them tremble and shudder, pulling one another closer, kissing occasionally, short gasping kisses, longer kisses, kisses that barely touched at all...
Connie shifted closer and Rita murmured, biting her lip as though trying to keep quiet. She curled over her and with one hand pressed down against Rita's hips, holding her still. She moved down, arcing her back, being careful not to move her leg at all. Her breath was hot and slow over one nipple and Rita struggled beneath her, wanting to rise to the touch but Connie held her still, taking her nipple into her mouth. She licked with the flat of her tongue, and then the pointed tip. She sucked and pinched between her teeth and flicked it back and forth with her tongue, listening to see how she responded, which movement made her breath catch. Her sucking made her groan, so she sucked harder making Rita's stomach jump.
She let go of her hip with her hand, freeing her, and instead moved her fingers lower, lower... so that her body pressed full length against Rita's, and as her fingers moved between herself and the point between Rita's thighs she felt the younger woman tense and gasp beneath her.
Her fingers found the warm wet flesh between her legs, drawing slow circles that made Rita emit the sound she had been searching for - an open-mouthed moan that juddered out, breath fighting with sensation. She did it again, and again, curling her fingers and slipping them lower until Rita rolled her head back against the pillow and flexed her hips against the fingers that teased her, desperate to feel them inside her, and with another tilt of her hips Connie obliged.
Rita twisted and stretched under her. She lifted her chest closer to her and pushed her hips down into her touch, her movements fluid and erratic all at once, shuddering, desperate for Connie to stop circling and touch her...
There.
Connie had known exactly what she wanted, and when to give in, and now, touching her, running her fingers over the most sensitive of flesh she felt Rita's fingernails dig deep into the back of her neck, and her head rolled to one side, biting her lip, her forehead creased with a frown.
Rita gasped. She could barely breathe. The pain-diffusing heat of adrenaline was engulfing her; she could feel nothing but the warm, wet scrape of teeth across her collar bone. The little shift of Connie's hips as she moved against Rita's thigh at the same time. She could feel it coming, how her body tensed. She was acutely aware of everything, every touch, of how her sighs felt in her throat, how they grew shorter and coarser, and as she opened her eyes and glanced down between them she saw how the light caught each flexing tendon and muscle in Connie's arm, and how her fingers glimmered wet between them.
She looked up. One look to the woman above her was all it took, one meeting of their eyes and they were there together, on the edge and falling. Threads of pleasure slid down legs, into every toe...it suffused them, carried them and lifted them until they came, and they held one another as they gasped for breath, their bodies bucked and jumped.
With parted lips Connie kissed her, moaning against her as she felt the flash of heat again, followed by another and another, and she could not stop the noise that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into her hand. No crashing waves, no ripples of ecstasy, just a violent pleasure that broke between them, like a whiplash that bloomed and radiated between them, stealing their breath until Connie could hold herself up no longer and she collapsed on top of her, head thick and spinning, bodies curled up together, limbs intertwined, with just a breath between their lips as they slipped with breathless 'I love you's' into deepest of sleep.
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More this evening. I hope this is OK. It took me so many re-writes for some reason...let me know what you think as always! xxx