They don't get to do this often, and she admits, it excites her. Addie's always on top, Meredith thinks. She's always the one in control, always asserting herself with a hand braced on the wall, keeping Meredith cornered between herself and a door. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it, right down to being bent over and spanked with Addison's open palm. Addison's always gentle with her, because they're more than just the sex; they're about theloveand thefeeling, and Addie always makes sure she feels great.
Addie's always on top, right up until the moment she'snot.
"My mommy's a filthy whore." Meredith giggles at the last word, trailing the tips of her fingers over the lines of Addison's neck, feeling her breath catch beneath the feather- light touch.
Meredith traces back up the column of her neck as she reaches the point of her collar, leaning her weight on a knee she stretches forward, bending herself down so that they're both nearly touching, noses brushing, her breath hot when Addison whines. She lets her fingers idle only briefly over a little rhinestone- centered lace choker fastened at the base of Addison's neck, and gives it the lightest of tugs.
"Do you like that?" Meredith coos, tucking one finger beneath sparkle- decked lace to rub the back of her knuckle at the centerline of her throat, even though she already knows. She knows by the way Addison's lost any semblance of speech, how her lashes hood what she knows is a pupil- blown gaze, how her breath shudders as it passes through slightly parted lips wet with her spit.
There was a time when Addison had been almost embarrassed to admit that she liked this, being collared and handled as though she were nothing more than a pet. Where she had been almost shamed, treated poorly, on account of her desires, and Meredith hated to think about that kind of time; a time far from the time she was with Meredith, and she was with Meredith now, and for forever, as long as she'd let her.
Meredith, on the contrary, leans her nose down, pressing her lips to the base of Addison's jaw, keeping her legs spread out to the side with the back of one of her hands against thigh. Addison squirms just a bit, there beneath her, and Meredith drops the hand on her chin for only a moment, to adjust the way the pillow lays beneath the curve of her spine.
"Better?" She hums gently into Addison's ear, because, once again, the redhead issafehere, withMeredith,the way they were meant to be. She waits until Addison nods, pressing her nose and then lips into the side of her cheek, before tangling her fingers once more in the strap that connects her to Addison's collar. She doesn't force Addison to speak, because this isn't about thewordsany more than it was ever about thedesires;it's once again about the love, and even more over, it's about thetrustthat they have in each other. Meredith lines her hips with her knees, adjusting the toy that she's wearing so it rests more comfortably against the curve of her pelvis, and then presses the tips of her fingers into Addison's ass.
"Mommy's such afilthywhore." she stresses her words, as they're more for herself; for she can't truly judge Addison whenshe'sthe one that gave the elder surgeon the title, when most of the roleplay is a little bit more for her than for Addie; though she's always more than sure Addie's enjoying it too. Addison arcs into the pressure of her hand, and she winds the chain expertly over two of her fingers as she increases her hold, and increases her hold only until a pair of long- fingered hands wrap over her deltoids, gripping onto her tight.
It's one of theirsigns,the same way the lewd, salacious sound coming from Addison's lips is as she takes in her length. Meredith pauses when Addison wiggles her hips, scrawling her nails to the fleshy part of her waist as though to push her back down. She picks up a rhythm that starts ratherslow,to be fair, adding lube three- or- four thrust in, mostly because she likes the wet, sloppy sounds that Addison makes once they've begun. She taunts her again, with a soft note of laughter in the back of her throat when Addison squirms, lets up on her throat as fingers dig deftly into the upper curve of her arm, silently conveying the little need for reprieve as nails dig into the back of her neck.
It's Addison's first muffledGood Girl,that does Meredith in, unlocking the part of her brain that has her letting go, and it happens just as Addison pulls on the back of her head, dragging down on her hair, as she coats the line between Meredith's hips in a sticky layer of orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, mommy, you're so pretty like this." Meredith soothes her skin with her hands and her voice, drawing herself back onto her legs as she helps Addison adjust up onto her knees. A single pale limb stretches forward to reach for the headboard, the other arched back to wind into blonde locks as her lips press into the sensitive patch of her skin at the back of her neck. Meredith rubs her index finger over Addison's lips, pleasantly pleased when the woman takes it into her mouth, rolling the digit over the swell of her tongue as she carefully re- enters her ass.
"I hope you didn't think we weredone."