Don't Ever Forget You're the Best
By Jurassicfatt
Author's Note: Hey everyone. Hope you're all doing well. So, after a conversation over SummerSlam weekend with XoMissDaisyoX, this one-shot was born. First time writing this ship in a story. Letting my know what you think in review! Hope you enjoy!
I do not own the characters in this one-shot. They are owned by WWE, NJPW, and other promotions. Remember this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this. This story is entirely fictional.
Bianca's POV, Night After SummerSlam, Hotel Room
Closing the door to my room, I grab my suitcase and throw it on the bed with a plunk. Unzipping it roughly and pushing a hand through the opening, I grab an EST shirt and my favorite red pyjama bottoms. Placing them on the side, I sit down and yank my ring boots off. I can't fucking believe it. Look, I understand that Iyo had the briefcase. When they told me that I'd be dropping the title to her, I was happy for Iyo. I want this division to grow to its very best and to help showcase stars new and old, just like the women who paved the way for me did. But… this is the 3rd SummerSlam in a row where I got shafted. First time, I lost my title to Becky in 26 seconds. Last year, I got jumped by Damage CTRL. Now, I hold the record for longest and shortest title reigns in WWE history. I always build back stronger, but it's still an undeniable fact that I've never had a good SummerSlam ending.
Heading into the washroom, I look at myself in the mirror as I remove the blonde braid from my hair. My dark lipstick is fading, and some of my makeup has smudged from all the sweat. Removing the rest of my extensions and letting my natural brown locks free, I take out a cleansing soap, run my hands under the water, and start to wash the product off my face. Taking my time, I clean every pore and freckle, until I'm completely free of makeup. Rubbing my lips, I splash some water on my face and stare at my reflection.
Ding ding!
Turning towards the sound, I grab a towel and dry my face, walking into the bedroom to grab my phone. I see I've got 2 texts. The first one is from Iyo:
Iyo: Hi. Can't sleep. Wanted to tell you that you are incredible. Thank you for everything, Bianca :)
Quickly sending another congratulations via text, I check the rest of my inbox. I do a double take when I see the name on the 2nd one. Someone I wasn't expecting to call until tomorrow, considering she had more tests at the hospital today. Clicking on it, I read the message:
Mercedes: Hi, Bianca B. I saw. You need me?
Covering my mouth with a hand. Isn't she still recovering? I can't be selfish, now, with her physio going so well. I quickly text her back.
Bianca: Hey Cedes. You need to heal up. I'll be okay. Thanks, mwah!
I put the phone down and turn away. As I'm about to go back in to take a shower, my phone dings again. I should keep walking, but I can feel myself yearning to see the response. I go back to the dresser and check my messages:
Mercedes: You didn't answer my question. Do you need me? Cause I'll call Tez myself if it means getting your hotel room number.
God, why is she so stubborn? Grabbing my phone, I bite my thumb. Pulling up my contacts, I call Tez. A few rings later, he answers.
"Hey baby. What's up? You okay?" he asks, his voice soothing over the phone.
"Yeah, baby. Where you at?"
"At the hotel with Dawkins. You sure you okay? Cedes' has been blowing up my phone trying to get your room number." My heart races, realizing what she's doing. "Do you 2 want to spend time together? She's your girl, after all."
"I don't want her to fly out here to comfort me. She's still hurting."
"She should take it easy. I swear, if it wasn't for this 3-day cross-country Boys and Girls club meetup, I'd be down there holding you right now." he tells me. He's seriously the sweetest husband, ever.
"That meetup is important. Part of why I love you so much is because of how generous you are. Giving back any way you can. Proving why you're the man for me." I praise. I mean those words; he's my perfect soulmate.
"You're perfect to me, too, wifey. But you still need somebody with you. I'ma give Cedes the room number."
"No! I'll do it." I cut him off. "Sorry. It's been a long night."
"Precisely why you need comfort. You went on a honeymoon with Cedes to Turks and Caicos last summer. My baby needs her baby. Just give her a call, will ya?" I laugh at the absurdity of it all. My husband telling me to call my girlfriend. What a life I have. "I promise to kiss you and cuddle with you all night when we get to Calgary this Thursday."
Smiling through the phone, I answer. "Sounds perfect. I love you, Tez."
"I love you, too, Bianca. Call me anytime."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye." I end the call, proceeding to my text app. I type in my message.
Bianca: I'm low. I need you.
Not seconds later, she responds:
Mercedes: I'm coming rn, B. Give me the hotel and room number.
Sending her the details, she tells me to give her a couple hours to get a flight. She 'orders' me to go shower and get comfy, before sending me loads of kiss emojis. Despite being a little perturbed by her giving me orders, I do as I'm told, heading into the shower. I spend time lathering myself and washing clean under the warm spray. When I'm finished, I step out and use the large hotel towel to dry myself, the soft texture gently rubbing onto my skin. Putting on my pjs, I get into bed. Checking through my phone, I see loads of people on social media saying I was robbed, while others praise my performance. About 20 minutes later, Mercedes sends another text:
Mercedes: Waiting at the terminal for my flight. I'm coming, love, 😘 😘
Smiling, I see my phone is at less than 15% battery. Shit, I forgot to charge it. Plugging it into the socket near the dresser, I lay in bed, scrolling silently. My eyes start to get heavy. No, I've got to stay, stay up… For Cedes…
A few hours later
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Jolting up in fright, my heart rate racing, I turn towards the clock. 8 AM? Fuck, I overslept! Looking at my phone, I see multiple messages and calls from Cedes. That must be her at the door! Running to it, I unlock the door and rip it open. Instead, a valet with a food cart is waiting outside.
"Excuse me, Ms. Belair?" he asks, putting his left hand on his chest, touching his red vest.
"Yes?"
"Your room service is ready." He presents the cart with his hands. Lifting the cover, he shows me a braised lamb shank with sweet potatoes, zucchini, mushrooms, a large bottle of wine, and a plate of 6 huge pancakes drowning in syrup.
"Oh, I didn't order-"
"I did." That familiar Boston accent brings my heart rate up again. Biting my lip, I watch the 5ft.5 boss walk towards the cart. Her brown-blonde hair has been straightened, bringing attention to her brown eyes and white sparkly teeth. Cedes is wearing a pair of white sneakers, stretchy black pants, a blue shirt, and blue jacket. She has a small carry-on and backpack in hand. The minute our eyes meet, an electric shock goes through me, that familiar tingle bringing heat between my legs. She pulls out a 50 and hands it to him. "Thanks for bringing this up. That's for you. I've got it from here." He nods and smiles at us, walking away as Mercedes wheels in the cart.
"Cedes, let me take your bags."
"Nonsense, queen. I got this." she declares. I can't help the butterflies that go through me at her compliment. After placing the cart inside, she grabs her suitcase and brings it into the room, before closing the door. "Cedes, I-"
She cuts me off by grabbing me and pulling me into a hug. Her sweet-smelling Chanel fragrance surrounds me, and I can't help gently pulling her closer, resting my cheek against her head. She's so soft and warm.
"I was so damn worried about you, B. I missed you." she tells me, her voice breaking.
"I missed you, too. And I was worried about you're medical exams." I respond, sighing as a feeling of comfort passes over me from her embrace. Pulling away, Cedes grabs my shirt collar and brings out foreheads together. Taking deep breaths together, she nuzzles her forehead gently against mine.
"Don't you ever forget how much I love you." Not waiting for a response, she pulls me into a deep kiss. Passion and love flow from her soft lips, her hands holding mine. I melt into it, moaning against her lips. She tastes like fruity chewing gum. A few moments later, she pulls away, tears in her eyes. "Do you hear me? Don't ever fucking forget how much you mean to me, B."
"I won't. I promise." I reassure her, rubbing my thumbs to brush away the stray drops. Giving her a few quick kisses, I hold her in my arms again, as Mercedes gives me another crushing embrace. "I love you, too, Cedes. So much."
"I love you, B. I love you. I love you." she repeats. Pulling away, she wipes the corners of her eyes before speaking again. "I brought you breakfast! Although it's more like brunch, considering there's some lamb and veggies."
Laughing, I give her a half-hug. "Thanks, Cedes. I'm sorry I didn't respond. Must have dozed off."
"I figured. You had a long night." Sitting on the bed, she asks. "So, you want a bite or do you want cuddles right now?"
"I kind of want both, but my stomach is literally eating itself."
"Food it is." she argues. She opens the tray, the wonderful aroma of pancakes and lamb causing my stomach to growl. "Damn, you weren't' kidding, B!" Laughing together, I sit next to her on the bed and go to grab the cutlery. "Nope. No way. My baby wants to eat, and I'ma take care of her."
"Cedes, no. You're not even 100%. You had hospital tests, yesterday."
"Doesn't matter. You need me, and I'm feeding you. You keep arguing and I'll fight you." she states jokingly. Rubbing a hand on my knee, my breath hitches in my throat. "Let me take care of you." she begs.
Relenting, I nod, and watch as Mercedes takes the fork and knife. She scoots closer, then cuts some of the meat off the bone, holding up the utensil to my mouth.
"Say ah, beautiful." Sighing, I open my mouth and let her feed me. Biting the lamb, I chew, savoring the flavor. It must have been cooked to perfection, because the lamb melts in my mouth. The mixture of brown sauce, rosemary, and braised lamb just hits so well. I can't help moaning and smiling. "You like?"
"It's really good!" I exclaim, cleaning my mouth with a napkin. She pours a glass of wine, then brings the cup to my lips. It's got a light fruity taste to it, which, surprisingly, works well with the lamb. She takes a sip herself, before feeding me some steamed broccoli and sweet potato next. They're pretty good, too. "What did the doctors say?"
"They said I'm healing. Still a long road to recovery before I can get back in the ring, but significant progress, so far." she explains. I was so worried the day she took that fall. I'm pretty certain I called her 12 times in a row. I'm glad her condition's improving. She takes a few bites of the meal herself, before I eye the pancakes. "You want some pancakes, B?"
"Yes, please. You even got them to put extra syrup?"
"Oh yeah. I pull out all the stops for my baby. Did they put enough? I can order some more if you want?" she offers sweetly.
"Cedes, my pancakes are swimming in syrup. It's definitely enough."
"Just checking." Mercedes cuts a few pieces, holding them out for me. I close my eyes and let her feed it to me. The fluffy batter, loaded with sticky maple syrup, tantalizes my tastebuds instantly. "Oh, I love seeing that face in pleasure. How are they?"
"Sooooo gooooddd!" I proclaim, licking my lips.
"Knoxville Grandma's good?"
"Now you're playing. Nobody makes them like her. They're good, though." I tease
"I'm glad you like them, B." Cedes says, before helping herself to some pancake. "Mmm! These are good."
"Told you." I say, giggling. "I'm feeling a lot better, now."
"Good. Told you I'd take care of you." she asserts, before feeding me another forkful.
"What's on the agenda, today?" I say after enjoying another bite.
"Cuddles. Movies on my tablet if you want. More fun food. And sex." Cedes says matter of factly. I laugh out loud.
"Sounds fun. What if I'm not in the mood?" I tease. She turns and gives me the naughtiest look.
"But I thought you said you wanted comfort?" she questions, her voice low as she makes her eyes big and batts her lashes. Damn, why you so cute now? She knows exactly how to bring out the dominant in me. I can't help giving her a quick kiss. "We don't have to if you don't want. Today's all about you."
"Did you fly out from Boston or Cali?"
"Cali. Luckily, they had a few cancellations and were able to squeeze me in for a flight here."
"Do you want to lie down? I can't imagine the jetlag-Hmmm!" I start, before Cedes kisses me mid-sentence. Breaking it, she stares at me.
"I said today's all about you, didn't I?" she asks. I nod. "Good, you listened. So that means I'm going to spoil the fuck out of you for the next 24 hours. Maybe more if I can postpone my physiotherapy session, tomorrow."
"No! You need to keep at it! I know how much you love fighting, and I don't want you getting more hurt now." I argue, squeezing her hand. "Don't shorten your career for me. I love you, so you need to go. 24 hours is more than enough."
"K." she responds, giving me another kiss. We spend the next hour eating and joking around. We then brush our teeth together, before Cedes takes her jacket off and we cuddle over the sheets. She places her tablet on a screen holder, and goes through her movie library. We ultimately choose the Princess and the Frog, watching while getting comfortable. My head rests on her chest, our arms encircling each other and our legs tangled. Every so often, Cedes kisses the top of my head and plays with my hair, whispering affirmations to me. After a little while, we both doze off, letting the credits roll.
Mercedes POV, Hotel Room, Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Feeling Bianca stir in my arms, I wake up. The moment I open my eyes, I see her big brown jewels looking up at me. She gives me a slight smile. So beautiful. Returning it, I brush some strands of hair off her face, my lighter skin contrasting against her warm chocolate one. I plant a small kiss on the corner of her mouth, then directly on her lips. She breathes out and returns it.
"Did you sleep well, bombshell?"
"Yeah, I did. Thanks for this, Mercedes."
"No thank you, required, beautiful." I answer. Bianca leaves my grip, sitting up. "Hey, what's the matter? Something on your mind?"
"Mercedes," she starts, turning to look at me. I sit up next to Bianca, giving her my undivided attention, "is it ever enough?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I fell in love with wrestling. I love the people I work with. Some have become my closest friends. I met my husband," she turns to me, "and my gorgeous bossy girlfriend all in the E." I giggle, which makes her smile. "I've headlined WrestleMania, including in the first all-Black women main event. I became the longest reigning champion of the modern era. I've helped support so many movements and inspired little girls all over the world. And yet-"
"You still want more?" She nods.
"I don't get it. I don't think it's jealousy so much as pushing myself further. But I feel like every time I lose at SummerSlam, it's just going to become a trend. Bianca the SummerSlam loser, you know? I'll gladly climb back up the ladder, but I don't know what that says about my career. And what the fans will think."
"Bianca, look at me." I tell her. Her gaze meets mine. "First of all, wrestling fans are… moody." She laughs.
"Moody?"
"Yeah. You've got your loyal ones, who will support you all the way. But then you've got others who just follow trends or switch on a dime. Don't worry about the ones who have nothing good to say. Trust me, there's plenty. As for the loser part, you could never be. Did you just hear the accolades you mentioned? Longest reign of a modern women's champion. Main evented WrestleMania multiple times. The EST of WWE- Bianca Belair! Don't ever forget that you are one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots." Bianca blushes, looking away. "Hey!" I call, putting a hand to her chin and making her look at me. "Eyes on me. Now, as I was saying, you're the bomb, B. I've seen it and felt it firsthand. You are one of the best competitors I've ever had the pleasure of sharing the ring with. Guaranteed Hall of Famer. Wanting to push yourself further, and to improve, is not a bad thing. It just means you want to keep shattering records and pushing the standard. And if, you decide, 'this isn't for me'. Or by some ridiculously stupid reason, and I mean you've got to be fucking stupid," she giggles as I embellish on the words, "they ever let you go… it's their loss. It's their loss, Bianca. Because you have, and always will be, the EST. And you can ban-"
"Don't you dare use that catchphrase." she warns, smiling at me. "Thanks, Cedes. I just… needed to speak with someone about this. Without, you know, sounding like an entitled glory hound."
"Charbar and Bayley will understand. I think most of the girls will. And if some don't, too bad. We all go through highs and lows, especially in this business. Never doubt yourself." I emphasize, cupping her cheeks with one hand and going closer. "Never. Okay?"
"Okay." she responds, before kissing me. Bianca takes control of it, pecking me over and over. I feel her tongue running under my bottom lip. I open, and she immediately touches my tongue with hers, moaning. I melt to her touch, pressing my chest against hers, the two of us exploring each other's mouths. I pull back by sucking on her tongue, before breaking our kiss. "Mmm. Cedes." she murmurs huskily. I flash a bewitching smile.
"You want more, Bianca?"
She nods. "So much more."
Pecking her lips, I answer. "Well, I might have brought some 'friends' in my bag that can help with that." Her eyes go dark, turning to look at my carry-on.
"You mean…?"
"Hm-hm." I put my arms around her neck and lace kisses on her neck. She shivers, moaning under her breath. "Bianca, baby?"
"Uh-huh?" she asks, throwing her head back to fix her hair and giving me more access to her neck. I capitalize by sucking and licking it. "Mmmm!"
"Bianca?" I ask again, causing her to look at me. God, she looks so beautiful when she just wakes up. "Are you sure you want to go further? I need to hear you say it."
Bianca slams our lips together. The kiss shocks me so much I almost fall off the bed, which Bianca uses to flip our positions, me now underneath her. Her chest heaves up and down, her muscles flexed as she stares down at me with hunger in her eyes. Fuck, she so hot. "I want you, Cedes." she groans, lingering on my name. Her right hand starts playing with my shirt, while the other runs up my thigh.
"Point taken." I whisper, chuckling silently. I tilt my head, staring into her eyes. "Safeword is pushpop."
"Emerald." she rasps out, putting a hand to my throat and pushing me into the mattress. A shiver goes through my body, heat going straight between my legs.
"Fuck, Bianca." She captures my lips in a searing kiss. I pull her closer, rubbing a leg along hers. Breaking it, she breathes deeply before responding.
"*Breath* I love the way you say mah name." she rasps, her Tennessee accent coming out stronger. Our lips meet in another breathtaking kiss as Bianca starts pulling off my shirt. I lift my arms as she brings it over my head and tosses it aside. Left in my blue bra and black pants, I hear the growl escape her throat, her eyes roving over my body like a predator. I run my hand along her arms and abs, feeling her smooth skin under my fingertips. She's built like a shithouse and I just want to see her naked again. She chuckles and flexes, letting me hook my hands under her shirt.
"Can I?" I ask. Her eyes never leave mine, as her hands grab the shirt. Together, we lift it off her, exposing her muscular physique and mouthwatering B Cup breasts. Sitting up, I waste no time and take a taut nipple between my teeth.
"Oh, yessss!" she moans, tugging my hair with both hands. I stare up at her as I circle the bud with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth. I take my time, kissing all around her areola and breast, before switching to the other one. I pinch the left nipple as I do so, making her mewl above me. Distracted, I don't notice that she's unhooked my bra until I feel it fall off my chest and hang off my arms. Bianca pushes me onto my back. I throw away the garment, feeling the cool air on my free breasts. Bianca squeezes my breasts and nipples with both hands, coming down to bite my neck.
"Oh fuck!"
"Mmm. I love those moans of yours." she whispers, taking my earlobe in her mouth and sucking on it. I shiver from her touch, my body starting to grind against her knee. "Oh, looks like Cedes is eager, huh?"
Biting my lip, I give her a pleading look. "Please, Bianca." She kisses me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth and letting me grind. Hooking her thumbs under my pants, she inches them down slowly, teasing me. "PLEASE! BIANCA, no more teasing!" I whine.
"Hehehe! Where's the fun in that, Sasha?" she asks. Bianca grabs the wine bottle from the cart, pouring another glass. She takes a small sip. "Mmm, that's good. You want some?" I nod eagerly. Bianca takes a huge gulp, swishing it in her mouth. I blink rapidly, realizing what she wants me to do. I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue. She brings her face closer and opens her mouth, slowly spitting the wine into my mine. I swallow her wine and spit greedily, shuddering as it slides down my throat. Bianca gives me a huge kiss.
"More!" She takes another gulp, letting the drink sit in her mouth. I grab her face and bring myself up, saying ahh. She shares it with me again, kissing me when she finishes. I make my eyes big and grab her hand, pushing it under my pants. My underwear is soaked, and I know she can feel it. She groans out. Pulling off my pants with one swoop, I kick them off as she places a hand on my tummy. She pulls my underwear down slightly on the left, then the right, until my wet pussy is on display. The blue panties are still around my thighs, when Bianca leans down. "I love that smell." she argues, before bending down and taking my panties between her teeth. I open my mouth in shock as she pulls them off me, before tasting them. "Mmm!"
"Fuck." I murmur shakily, bringing a hand to play with nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
"I want to see what toys you brought." Bianca asserts, throwing the panties behind her. "Touch yourself, Cedes." she orders, and I obey, rubbing circles on my clit. God, I'm so wet. I'm already dripping. Bianca opens the small suitcase, going through its contents. When she finds the black nylon bag, she licks her lips. Bringing it out, she unzips it and starts taking out items. A small bottle of water-based lube; a bullet vibrator; a matte black strap-on and harness; and some fluffy handcuffs. "Hmm. What to use?" Bianca bobs her head, contemplating. I can feel the wetness on my fingers, my clit throbbing. She's driving me nuts. Choose woman! Smiling, she looks at me. "Lay down."
I do as she says, putting my head against the pillows. Staring down at me, she gives me a peck.
"You okay, like that?"
"Ah-huh." I answer.
"Use your words, Cedes." she argues, slapping my tit.
"Fuck!"
"What was that?"
"I'm comfy, Bianca. Thank you, B." I tell her. She slaps my other tit, pulls off her red pyjama pants and panties in one motion, then rubs her clit. Her wetness sparkles in the low light of the room. I move slightly down the bed as Bianca grabs the bullet vibrator and straddles my head, facing my feet. Adjusting herself, she sits down on my face, her soft cheeks pressed against my face, her pussy on my mouth and chin. I don't hesitate and start licking her.
"Mmmm! That's right, Cedes." she moans out, playing with my nipple. I taste the salty-sweet juices, diving in for more. Closest thing I can compare the flavor to is salted vanilla ice cream, and I love every fucking drop. I pull her down further, forming an O over her clit and slurping in lust. Bianca's legs shake beside my head, as she starts grinding on my mouth and tongue. Soon, her breathing becomes erratic and she moans out loudly. She leans over, and I hear the distinctive buzz of the vibrator. Seconds later, I feel the vibrations on my clit, Bianca running the pink toy down my length. I scream into her pussy when she starts penetrating me and rubbing my clit simultaneously. "Yeah! Shit! Don't fucking stop, uhh!"
"MMMM! *Slurp* Fuck, Bianca!" I yell. She grinds harder, pushing down onto my mouth and prompting me to continue.
"I said don't fucking stop! Oh fuck! Goddmnt, you're making me fucking cum! *Pant, pant, pant* Fuck, Cedes!"
I slurp harder, trying desperately to push her over the edge. I feel her pussy throbbing, her cum leaking down her length. I don't let one drop go to waste. She lifts herself off my face, going closer to my legs. Bianca's fucking me harder with the vibrator, now pinching my clit between her fingers. I yell hoarsely, my body convulsing as she keeps hitting the right sp- "BIANCA! FUCKKKKK!"
"Give me that fucking nut!"
I scream uncontrollably, humping the air as she lets me ride out my orgasm. When I beg her to stop, she turns off the vibe and throws it away. Getting off my face and lying beside me, we kiss sloppily, our hands grabbing and touching any inch of skin we find. She leaves wet kisses on my chin, licking it clean of juices. "Fuck, B."
Biting her lip, she throws her hair back. "Need a break, baby?" I nod silently. Kissing my collar, she cuddles me. "You did so good, babygirl. I love you."
"Love you, too." I say weakly, clutching her body.
We spend some time cuddling, playing footsie and kissing. Bianca whispers sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am and how lucky she is to have me. I blush and do the same, kissing her collar with every word I say. Bianca grabs my breasts, rubbing them softly. She then kisses my chin, leaving a trail to my boobs. She kisses and sucks on them, making me mewl out. Bianca continues her trek, kissing down my tummy and right above my center. She then lazes around, taking her time. A kiss to my hip. Bite to my thigh. Breathing me in before moving to my leg. I gyrate my hips, hoping to get some relief. She holds me down, looking into my eyes.
"Want me to taste that honey, Cedes?" I nod my head vigorously.
"Fuck, please!"
"Okay." Bianca states simply. Grabbing my bottom with both hands, she lifts me up. Placing my legs on her shoulders, Bianca's eyes stare directly at me, before she open mouth kisses my pussy.
"Ooooh!" I yell. She places a few more kisses, slowly making out with my lower lips, before growling.
"I can't fucking take it." Bianca whispers, before forming a seal around my clit and flicking it with her tongue, before licking down my length.
"Uh yeah! B- Bianca, yes! Yes, oh my God!"
Bianca simply continues munching, moaning into my pussy, the vibrations stimulating me. My breath becomes ragged, my body contorting as I rip at the sheets, grasping bunches of them in my hands. I look into her lidded eyes as she eats me out, seeing nothing but love and hunger in those orbs.
After a little while, I start to cum again, screaming out her name. Bianca continues to lick me, before placing me back on the bed. She wipes the cum off her face and lips, sucking her fingers clean. God, that's so hot. I hold my arms out. She crawls up to me and I pull her into another kiss. I can taste myself on her tongue, but I don't care. We hug and breathe together, letting ourselves get comfortable. Our hearts sync up over time, Bianca caressing me as I hold her. At first, it calms me down, but then I feel myself getting hot again.
"You're getting wet, again, baby." she murmurs, looking at my pussy.
"Can't help it when you're touching me all the time." She brings her hands down my stomach, rubbing her palms along my inner thighs, barely brushing my heat. "Bianca!" I whine.
"What baby?" she asks cheekily.
"You're such a bitch."
"That's no way to talk to your lovebug, baby." she warns. "Hey Cedes."
"Yeah?"
She pokes me in the tummy.
"Stop."
"Why? It's so soft but muscular. Like a scrub board."
"You're one to talk, Ms. Wonder Woman. And it feels weird when you poke it." She does it again. "Bianca!"
"Alright. Alright, I'll stop." she stops, putting her hands up, before caressing my face and pecking my lips. "What do you wanna do now, Cedes?" she asks, rubbing her thumb against my lips. I take the whole digit into my mouth, sucking it hard. "Mmm."
Letting it slip out, I respond. "Can you get the strap, baby?"
Nodding, Bianca pecks me before getting up. She grabs the dildo and attaches it to the harness, then puts it around her hips. The hard plastic must be about 5-6 inches, but it's more than enough for us. It even has a smaller cone for the wearer, so they get stimulated while thrusting. And yes, I know this because I've used it on her before. I just like when she uses it, more. Bianca steps over to the bed, grabbing the lube. I shift around, lying on my stomach as I palm the dildo in my hand. "What're you doing, Cedes?"
Staring up at her, I rove my tongue around the head teasingly, giggling. Luckily, the harness is soft material that's easily moveable. I take the plastic shaft into my mouth, sucking on it.
"Fuck, that's so hot." she moans, moving my hair to one side. While she's distracted, I maneuver my fingers under the harness and play with her clit. She jolts, before letting me pet her pussy. "Damn girl, you can do it all."
Chuckling, I continue to suck the phallus lovingly while rubbing her clit. I try to deepthroat it, but I can only get about 2/3s of the shaft in. Bianca seems to be loving it, nonetheless, her eyes staring down at me. I continue sucking and slurping her length. Her breath gets laboured, until finally she pulls away. I smile.
"Cedes." Bianca mutters, the need evident in her voice. I lie on my back, but Bianca quickly places a pillow under my lower back and bum. "To make you comfier."
"Thanks, B." I tell her. Bianca rubs my thighs with her palms, before grabbing the lube and spreading it over the strap-on. She squirts a little on my pussy, rubbing it in. Lining it up with my pussy, we lock eyes as she rubs the appendage up and down my length. For a couple minutes, she gives me a teasing pussyjob, making me squirm under her touch. Then, she pushes the toy in. I exhale slowly as she does. "Oh, Bianca…"
"Fuck, I can barely get the strap in. You're so tight, baby." Bianca whispers. She continues gently pushing into me. I wrap my arms around her neck as we kiss passionately. Starting off slowly, Bianca picks up speed, pushing further and further in. It takes a moment, but I get used to the feeling, the pleasure starting to build. Soon enough, we're both moaning and bucking our hips, calling out each other's names. The matte black dildo becomes slick and shiny with my juices, the thrusts making squelch sounds echo all over the room.
"Bianca! More Bianca! Ah!" I scream.
"You're so fucking sexy. Unh! take it!" she yells, giving some slow but powerful strokes. I scream for her, my body shaking. "Come for me, baby. I want that nut, Cedes." she groans, going flush against me and thrusting harder. Our breasts pressed against each other, we smooch and moan as she drills me into the bed. I grab a handful of her right cheek in hand, pulling at it as she thrusts, the rocking motion causing the toy to rub my clit. Seconds later, the cord snaps and I cum hard.
"BIANCA! OHHH FUCKK! YES! YES! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" My whole body shudders as Bianca continues fucking me through another orgasm.
"Holy shit!" Bianca yells, slowing her thrusts before pulling out, the dildo now completely covered in my juices. Unstrapping the harness, she takes it off, her glistening pussy in view again. Detaching the dildo from the harness, she tosses the garment aside and kneels on the bed, before doing something I've never seen before. Tapping the head against her clit, she pushes the dildo, still covered in my essence, into her wet pussy, fucking herself with it. "Oh fuck, yeah... I can feel it in me! It's s-so slick and warm inside me. UNH! Jesus, that's so good!" she moans through gritted teeth.
I can't tear my eyes from her. Bianca, leaning on the bed, fucking herself with a dildo covered in my cum. I run a hand over my pussy, still tender from earlier. I watch her muscles ripple, her hand flying to her clit as she uses the dildo ferociously.
"B-Bianca."
"Oh fuck! Come on. One more! Fuck!"
Scooping some cum on my fingers, I stare into her eyes as she fucks herself with the dildo. I go closer to her, rubbing my fingers on her bottom lip. She instantly licks them, before running her tongue over her lips and fucking herself harder. "Cum for me. Please." I beg, sucking my cum-covered fingers.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! MERCEDES, I'M FUCKING, *Gasp*" she yells, before her moans become a mixture of grunts and curses. Her body twitches in ecstasy as she cums. She slows her thrusting, before pulling the toy out. Our juices are mixed on the cock. She tosses it away. Collapsing into my arms, we kiss and lie down together. She pants in my arms as we both try to calm our breathing. "I *pant* I love you."
"I love *pant* you too." I say, pecking her cheek. I turn around, Bianca spooning me from behind as her arms wrap protectively around my waist. "Hey baby?"
"Yeah, Cedes?"
"You want to get pizza after this?"
"Hahahaha! Pizza and pancakes in one day?" she asks.
I turn to her. "You deserve it. For being the best wrestler, person, and girlfriend."
Smiling, she kisses my lips and cuddling closer, her breasts pressing into my back. "Later." We continue to snuggle, letting ourselves fall asleep again.
The End.