"Get up." It was a short yet demanding statement and was not presented in a way Caitlyn expected. At least, the slight shock on her wife's face made that apparent.
Vi stood over her, wearing nothing but the harness. The appendage was their larger one, not often used but saved for special occasions. She'd known Caitlyn could take it today. She would make sure she did because it was their last shot at trying this month. Oh, how desperately Vi wanted to see a small swell grow in her wife's abdomen. Caitlyn was surely going to be pregnant by the end of the night.
"What?" Caitlyn questioned, an eyebrow raising at the sudden change in tone. Just mere moments ago she was calling the shots, praising Vi for her obedience and willingness to become undone from her touch. Now, she lay at the mercy of her wife, who had began advancing towards her on the couch.
There was a deep lust glazed across the brawler's eyes, her mind buzzing at the thought of how Caitlyn would feel against her touch—how she would feel enveloped in her embrace as Vi would drive their hips together. She was already imagining the helpless whimpers that would surface from Caitlyn's throat as she adjusted to the size.
Vi greedily gripped at her partner's hips, holding her in place, her mind infected with ravaging her wife. She placed calculated kisses from the taller woman's jaw up to her left ear, stopping to whisper into it, "Don't you want me?"
One hand started trailing down into Caitlyn's underwear, and calloused fingers laid a few strokes across her outer folds, entertaining the idea of sex. The question was blatantly answered by how easily Vi's digits glided across the outside of her wife's center.
"Mhmm," Caitlyn whimpered, crumbling helplessly into the sofa because of Vi's touch.
"So," she made one last, firm stroke, causing for her wife to grind into her digits, "get up."
Vi was quick to remove her hand, not pleasing her wife any more than she needed to. She marveled at the slickness caught on her fingertips, left from their previous engagement and her slight teasing.
"I'll see you in bed, Cupcake." She briefly dipped her coated fingers into her mouth, mocking her wife's nickname. Vi didn't break eye contact; she only raised her brows tauntingly and removed her fingers from her lips. A salacious fire burned within her. "I've got to put a baby in you."
Before Vi could saunter away towards the bedroom, Caitlyn jumped on her from the sofa. Their lips locked with such passion—a deep, lustful kiss. Vi felt her wife's fingers snaking around the back of her neck and up into her hair. Her grip turned rough against Vi's locks, fisting a handful of hair and locking their faces together. She was playing rough, but Vi could compete with her neediness.
Their bodies were pressed flush against one another, both women rocking their hips rhythmically, direly in need of sexual relief. Sandwiched between their heated frames, the strap pressed tauntingly against the outside of Cait's center, pushing against her lower abdomen. The taller woman let out an irritated groan, as she ground her pelvis towards it, pushing herself flush against Vi.
"Why don't you take me right here?" she desperately breathed into Vi's ear.
Vi's legs grew weak at the statement, a shiver rolling down her spine at the thought of laying waste to Caitlyn in that moment. As generous as the offer was, she couldn't accept it. She wanted to feel Caitlyn in her arms in that moment, moaning sweet sounds of pleasure into her ear. She wanted to push herself deep into her wife, to give her everything she had promised. But Vi broke from their hold.
"Because I want to enjoy taking all of you—" she kissed across her lover's neck "—I want to see you take me."
As the two traded sloppy, desperate kisses across the hallway, Vi led Caitlyn into their bedroom. Hands wandered smooth valleys, grasping at one another's bodies. All surfaces of skin were touched, caressed, and grabbed at except the one area that their desire centered around. Caitlyn pushed herself the closest she could to her wife, enforcing the notion she would take control if advancements weren't made soon. Restless groans whined from her throat, as she started clawing at Vi's broad back.
Hunger for sex had grown immensely between the two over the fleeting moments. Vi could feel the burning desire in her core, her mind screaming at her to burry herself deep within her lover, to coax cries of passion and pleasure from Caitlyn's lips. Plopping onto the mattress, she broke their intense make out and pulled Caitlyn delicately to the edge of the bed.
"Come here." It was a tender, loving order.
She didn't need to explain anything, as Caitlyn knowingly knelt over her. Again, Caitlyn embraced Vi, tangling her long fingers through her wife's strawberry red locks. Vi gave into a few deep kisses before moving to suck on her lover's throat. Some courting, playful nips were left across Caitlyn before Vi locked onto a spot right above her collar bone. She bit down with force and sucked at her wife's supple skin, surely enough to leave a bruising love mark that would last a week. A whimper escaped from Caitlyn.
Impatience grew between the both of them and desire filled the air. With one hand holding the strap upright and the other on her wife's hip, Vi guided Caitlyn down gradually. The taller woman let out a guttural moan, the first few inches of the strap gliding in perfectly. Vi's mind spun, elated at the sight of the strap disappearing into her wife. She took it so well, so willingly.
The woman on top started to rock her hips as she sank down further, adjusting gingerly to the length. Caitlyn's breaths blended with her moans, and Vi couldn't help herself in wanting to hear more honeyed sounds escape from her lover and allowed her hips to buck upwards.
Caitlyn inhaled sharply, her body jumping with a small lurch. "Fuck!" she yelped, putting a brief stop to their progress.
"Sorry, baby," Vi responded. She gave a few apologetic kisses to her lover's chest before continuing to gently guide their hips together.
As they made steady progress, Vi could feel her wife grasp at the back of her head, pressing her face flush with her lover's chest. With Caitlyn's pleading breaths and candied, pleasured moans, Vi bit back the urge to lift her hips again. Instead, she let an impatient whimper escaped from her throat. She buried her face further into Caitlyn's chest, fighting the instinct to push herself deep inside her wife.
They had a couple more inches left when Vi couldn't refrain from accelerating their progress. She was itching to thrust upwards but knew Caitlyn was still adjusting to the size. Instead, the brawler found her right hand traveling to the space between them and circling her wife's clit. Caitlyn rewarded her with more whimpers of pleasure, rolling her hips against her wife's intoxicating touch.
When their hips finally met, Vi compensated her wife with more diligent finger strokes and breathed, "Good girl," into the nape of her lover's neck. She let Caitlyn rock herself against the strap, as her hand followed the rhythmic swaying of her partner's hips.
A dense fog of pure lust overcame Vi, as she felt her own core grow with a fiery desire. Thoughts of how well Caitlyn took her—the strap—clambered to the surface of her mind. Euphoria overtook any sense of control, and Vi found herself whining out loud, "You feel so good." Small thrusts were made instinctually, but she wanted to be deep inside her lover, to make Caitlyn moan and cry out, to fuck her senselessly.
Vi needed more leverage first. She slumped backwards onto the bed, pulling Caitlyn over the top of her. Curling her feet up onto the edge of the mattress, she was in place to start powerful, long strokes. With their heated bodies drawn together, Vi's rhythmic pulses turned into deep pumps. She felt Caitlyn clamp her arms around her head, pressing Vi's face into her collar bone, while muffling her groans of desire into the sheets.
It wasn't enough for Vi—she wanted to hear her wife plead and gasp for air. Her rhythmic strokes turned to rapid thrusts. She clawed at Caitlyn's back, trying to draw their bodies as close together as she could. Cries of pleasure soon surfaced from the woman on top of her, encouraging Vi to keep up the exhilarating pace. Ecstasy swirled through her consciousness knowing her wife was experiencing complete bliss. More evidence of pleasure leaked onto her inner thigh—Caitlyn was dripping, and Vi hadn't even unloaded into her yet.
"You're so fucking hot," was all Vi managed to say in between heavy breaths.
Both of their bodies glistened with sweat. The brawler let out airy grunts with every swift thrust of her hips, as the tall woman on top struggled to hold herself up, quivering as she rode her partner's rough pace. A breathy moan escape Caitlyn's lips, indicating her nearing climax.
With one last pump, Vi grappled onto her wife's back and hip, shoving herself deep inside. Her mind went fuzzy, her world spinning at the thought of how her wife had taken the full length of her so effortlessly. Her stomach fluttered and flipped at the sound of Caitlyn letting out a pleading cry, while Vi came inside her. She couldn't control the breathy moans that slipped from her own lips, while her lover atop of her trembled helplessly when hitting her peak. Vi could feel her own center wanting to come undone, too. A flame danced within her core.
She was buried to the hilt in her wife, continuously groaning with desire as her hips kept up a short, habitual rocking motion. Vi managed to slip a free hand between them and tended to Caitlyn's clit once more. Her wife wasn't getting off easy this round—Caitlyn never did under Vi's care, but she had to ensure her wife had a pleasurable time. And it was proven from the sounds that escaped from Caitlyn's mouth. Decadent moans surfaced from Caitlyn, her body quaking with a monumental release. She couldn't hold herself up anymore and collapsed on Vi, paralyzed as her body spasmed with ecstasy.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Vi moaned deeply. She couldn't physically feel her lover's pulses, but the thought alone of mindlessly fucking her wife and coming in her was enough to push Vi over the edge. She was still lightly rutting into her partner when her body started to spasm uncontrollably with bliss.
While breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the two held their position for a minute, waiting to come back to their senses.
"Did you just come from that?" Caitlyn asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah," Vi huffed back, her chest heaving.
Caitlyn let a small giggle escape from her before laying a deep kiss onto her wife's lips. Vi had closed her eyes, drinking in the sweet nectar of the moment—her lover's lips on her's, their heated bodies pressed against one another, the dissipating feeling of euphoria. They lay together for a few minutes, holding one another lovingly. Caitlyn had settled her head on Vi's chest, while the brawler carefully stroked her fingers through her sweaty raven-colored locks. Steadied breaths shared the quiet of the bedroom. The two women simply enjoyed their time together, lulled by fleeting lust and comforting holds.
"While this was some of the best sex we've had..." Caitlyn had trailed off, not knowing how to finish her statement.
They were posted in bed, Caitlyn staring at the top of her bed's canopy, while Vi was absorbing another novel. Her mind was anxiously racing through thoughts, analyzing outcomes and scenarios. She'd gotten ahead of herself again, not providing Vi with a full statement. Luckily, she was given more time to fabricate the rest of her sentence because of her wife's inability to let flattery slip from her grasp.
"You think so?" Vi teased, offering a sweet kiss to her cheek. Vi couldn't help but smile, probably giddy at the thought that her fantasy had not only come true but that Caitlyn also approved of it.
"Oh, shut up," she rolled her eyes, predicting that Vi would make that comment. She swatted at her lover scoldingly.
"Okay," the red-head chuckled back, while playfully trying to block her wife's chastising blow, "then what were you going to say?"
Vi's eyes glimmered with such softness in the afternoon light. She was genuinely smiling again, something that was a precious sight only saved for the right occasions. Caitlyn always drank up moments like these, not knowing when they'd suddenly change and the glow would simmer down to Vi's habitual avoidant front.
"Cait?" Worry was carried in Violet's voice, her brows now knitting themselves together.
She was caught off guard, lost in a warm moment. She apologetically lay a gentle finger across Vi's cheek, just like she always used to when her wife needed comfort—a gesture of sincere consolation during emotional times.
"Are you really prepared for a child, Violet?" Her lover's name left her lips so subtly, granting the softest of notes from her gentled voice.
There was a pause, the air between them unmoving for a long moment. Caitlyn searched her partner's eyes for any clue, but nothing could be traced within those glacial irises. She could only indicate that there were thoughts racing through Vi's head, possibly searching for a calculated response. Vi's throat bobbed, swallowing the thick question to digest. She adverted her gaze from Caitlyn, closing off the windows to her soul.
Cait was left in the dark, her partner's eyes closed. In moments like these, she found herself anxiously impatient. She wished to demand an immediate response but knew her wife too well—she needed time to process a reply. And so, Caitlyn abided by her partner's persistent behaviors, only acknowledging the comfort Vi needed in moments like these through a consoling touch.
As her fingers had finished grazing her lover's freckled cheek so delicately, she brought her hand up once more to restart the motion. This time, a tear caught her finger towards the bridge of Vi's nose. Caitlyn had forgotten how to breathe throughout this prolonged moment, only for the tear to cause her to inhale sharply. She hadn't expected her wife to cry. Such a simple inquiry—at least Caitlyn had thought it was—had caused Violet to cry.
The lone tear was wiped away with a deep exhale. Caitlyn could feel the muscles in her face grow tense with concern. She hadn't meant for this blissful moment after sex to become soured with low spirits. A pang of guilt hit her in the gut for causing it.
Her fingers continued to trace the lines on Vi's cheek, circling back upon reaching the edge of her lover's face. Her eyes still searched for answers, unsuccessful at finding the unwritten thoughts of her wife. All she could do was wipe away the salted stream that threatened to erode a path further down the valley of Violet's softened face.
A sense of peace wrapped around Caitlyn, her wife tenderly reaching up to her hand to stop her pacing fingers. Vi held her with such love and care, an indescribable touch that brought her instant relief.
Glossy eyes finally met with hers again, reuniting their adoring stares. She could finally see Violet again.
"It's what I've always wanted," she responded. Vi pulled Caitlyn's hand to rest on her warm cheek, cuddling up to her touch. A simple smile appear across Vi's lips, so delicately at peace. "I have always dreamed of having a family with you, Cait."
Vi left a loving kiss on the back of her hand. Caitlyn's heart leapt from her chest, endearment encapsulating her mind. Her lips mimicked the shape of her lover's, and her eyelids twitched at the growing fog glazing over her vision. She blinked away the tears before they could fall. They weren't there for sorrow or guilt or doubt or any sort of pain, but for elation. She used to only cry when she was hurt. Now, Violet gave her more reasons to be jubilant, that in which would push her to body to openly express it.
She'd repressed her emotions early in their relationship, only now displaying herself as an open book to her wife. And in times like these, she needed to reassure her lover. Vi knew she loved her with every bone in her body, and yet, Caitlyn still felt the need to remind her.
"I love you, Violet."
"And I love you, too, Cait."