"Last couple of doses, Cupcake. How do you want it?" A sly grin crossed over Vi's lips, as she lifted the readied strap and its harness up with a hand. It was the larger one. Her eyes reflected a seductive glint.
"In me, I guess?" She fooled.
"Yeah, but how is it going to get in you?" Vi was now breathing hot air into the side of her neck, teasing at wanting to kiss it. Her calloused fingers gripped around her wife's hip bones, holding her steady.
Caitlyn continued her playful banter, "We could just get a long tube? Or maybe a baster? That'll make sure it gets up there."
Vi snuck a quick peck to her lover's cheek and started to saunter off towards the door of their bedroom.
"Where are you going?" The taller woman questioned.
"To find a baster!" Was all Vi said before slipping out of the room, still holding onto the strap-on.
It took a second for Caitlyn's mind to click back into place, and she scoffed, taking off after her wife. "Violet! Come back!"
She rounded the corner of the hallway to find Vi had quickly slipped on the harness and was splayed out on the couch. "Take a seat, Cupcake." She gestured towards her lap.
Caitlyn discounted her partner a small giggle, but didn't sit directly where Vi wanted, which earned her a large pout. Vi crossed her arms in protest.
"Let's make this one count, my love." Caitlyn set a chaste kiss on Vi's forehead. Her hand traveled down below the strap harness, lightly laying a suggestive stroke over her wife's clothed center.
Vi couldn't help but let out a small whimpering moan. Her hips arched into Caitlyn's delicate touch, and her left hand came up from the sheets to grasp at her lover's forearm.
"Good girl," Caitlyn breathed into Vi's ear. "Now, take it off." She gave one more stroke over the dampening fabric before tugging at the harness's buckles and smothering her wife with messy kisses.
"We don't have much time," Vi whined, breaking from making out. She still refused to help release the harness from her pelvis.
Caitlyn had ventured down to leaving a sloppy trail of pecks from Vi's mouth to her neck. She adjusted her positioning closer to her lover's ear with a few nips and whispered, "Better hurry up, then."
With a light grumble of distaste, Vi unclasped the harness buckle. She obeyed, knowing her wife would get what she wanted regardless of their time allotment. She was also desperate for more but did not want to expose herself over Caitlyn's couple of persuasive touches.
"Don't act like you don't want me," Caitlyn retorted in a scoffing tone. She helped pull the harness off, peeling Vi's lower garments off, too. The woman under her squirmed and desperately kicked everything to the side. "So obedient," Caitlyn commented, before starting her conquest down her wife's body.
Vi would have made a counter statement, but Caitlyn felt too pleasurable ravaging at her neck and caressing her lower region. Her fingers made delicate circles around her clit, then switched to steady strokes across the outer layers of slicked folds. Vi's moans grew into whines, as she pushed her hips towards her lover's touch; she wanted Caitlyn to stop teasing and push into her already.
Just as she was about to start begging for relief, Caitlyn's head had dipped to her breast, nibbling at the perked nipple. Vi's body rolled into her wife, not knowing what else could help with all of the sensual sensations. Her mind was buzzing, her hips rolling, and her fingers grasping at the cushions. Deep moans escaped from her throat, followed by whimpers of desperation.
At the sound of her partner's whining, Caitlyn continued south, her tongue lacing through the valleys of Vi's defined abs. She left tender kisses that speckled her wife's stomach before reaching the dip between Vi's legs. Now on her knees, Caitlyn skipped going further, only to leave wet pecks on Vi's inner thighs. The woman under her hold trembled, grinding her hips towards Cait's lips. Caitlyn only persisted with her teasing.
"Hurry up," Vi groaned in a sultry moan. Her dominant hand traveled from the couch to the top of her lover's head, forcing Cait's face into her groin.
Caitlyn snickered at her wife's hopeless attempt. She still nibbled around her partner's inner thigh, despite the growing force of Vi's grip on her hair and rutting hips. Short hairs tickled her lips and nose as she ventured closer to her lover's center. Before Vi could position Caitlyn's lips over her clit, the woman took a long lap up Vi's glistening slit. Caitlyn immediately locked her lips around the engorged clit, sucking and massaging it firmly with her tongue.
Guttural moans surfaced from Vi's throat, as her hips danced against Caitlyn's face. Both hands were back at grasping for the cushions, the crown of her head bowed back into the couch's headrest. Her moans turned to whines, then hitched breaths departed from her mouth, gasping as release inched closer. Caitlyn's rhythm never faltered—a learned technique that took her only a couple of times to master early in their relationship. As the waves approached, Vi whimpered helplessly with a final, breathy moan escaping her lips.
Rippling pulses released more slick from her wife's core, and Caitlyn moved south to drink her lover dry. With firm, deep strokes of her tongue, she lapped at her partner's entrance, still feeling the fading throbs of release.
A final moan emerged from Vi, followed by heavy breaths. Her grip on the couch loosened. With her voice soft from the endings of her climax and her head still tilted back into the cushion, Vi huffed to the vaulted ceiling above, "Thanks, Cupcake." She let out one deep sigh, relaxing after the unexpected exhilaration.
Caitlyn crawled up to her wife's side, joining her eye to eye. Staring into that sea of icy blue always melted her heart. "That was quite fleeting," Caitlyn taunted suavely. She laid one sweet peck on her wife's rosy cheek before moving closer to her ear to whisper, "Still in a hurry? Because I'm waiting." She left simple nibbles on Vi's upper neck, coercing her partner to take action.
"Fuck..." Vi groaned. As she rolled to fully face her wife, Vi slipped one hand into Caitlyn's panties. They were ruined, soaked and only acting as an annoying barrier between the two. Vi trailed two fingers against her wife's entrance, causing Caitlyn's eyes to roll into the back of her head, her eyelids flickering shut. A singular breath escaped from her lips. Without hesitation, Vi planted a sultry kiss on her wife's lips, stealing the rest of the air from her lungs. She tasted herself on her lover's lips.
Caitlyn whined into her partner's mouth, her hips rolling against the palm firmly placed against the bottom of her pelvic bone. She clawed at Vi's pink locks with both hands, pulling them deeper into another kiss.
Vi was the one to break the contact, removing her hand from her wife's underwear and breaking from their make out. She dove right into the nape of Caitlyn's neck, sucking at her delicate skin.
"Go put it on," she grumbled, pushing the brawler from leaving more hickeys across her throat. She was impatient now and wanted Vi to fill her. A peculiar thought, but maybe, she was catching onto her wife's internal fantasies.
Vi left the bed—a room now empty with Caitlyn an her thoughts. She'd of course thought about their future, of what they were doing in this moment and how it would affect their lives forever. This was far more than just a fantasy—they were going to have a family. A strange warmth filled Caitlyn—a buzz in her head and a lingering tingle like butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't help but let a small smirk crawl onto her face.