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She’d long noticed. From the very first day they'd met. It was impossible not to. One must lack eyes to overlook it, and Caitlyn may have lost the sight of one now, but she was far from blind.
She'd never mention it of course. It was improper. Far too out of line and personal to bring up when just getting to know a woman.
But after surviving a war and having started a life together, it was safe to assume any unspoken line had long been passed.
“Cait?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you groping my ass?”
She paused. Let herself be drawn back from reveries. Wondered when her hands had slid to the object of her thoughts without her notice. Considered the situation. Conceded that she'd been caught anyway. Weighed any shame that could come from such a harmless admission to the fact honesty in a relationship was the best policy.
“No reason in particular. I like it.” She frowned, continuing. “Don’t say groping.”
“Well I know that. Wasn’t expecting another invitation so soon though. That what this is?” The contents of the pan sizzled and she tossed it while she spoke.
“No it's not a- you know?”
“You aren’t exactly subtle, cupcake.” She threw back a chuckle over her shoulder. ”Especially in bed.”
Caitlyn rested a cheek between the crook of Vi’s neck and shoulder to watch her hands work as she cooked, brow furrowing as she questioned whether her hands did have a tendency to travel south.
She had never considered herself particularly drawn to any sexual proclivities or fixations. She loved everything about Vi. Inside and out. Of course it made sense to appreciate all of her that way. The suggestion of anything implying otherwise had her unable to not return a retort.
“I’ll have you know I happen to like every part of you.”
“So you really like my ass so much?” Vi ignored what had just left her mouth.
“I really like you so much. Any favorable thoughts I have of your- assets, are a mere extension of that. I do not have a particularly overt fixation on any part of you.”
“Damn, that’d almost be convincing if your hands weren’t still on my cheeks.”
Vi bumped her playfully with a flourish of her hips and Caitlyn accepted her defeat, gracefully stepping back to let her girlfriend bustle around the kitchen.
There was a cheeky giddiness on her heart-shaped face, reaching right up to her eyes, and she shot her a toothed grin before wordlessly turning back to finish their breakfast. It was cute, but immediately filled her with an unfortunate premonition. One that wasn’t baseless from past experience.
She knew Vi. Knew she’d be smug about this.
And she was quickly proven right.
The rest of the day was a string of events that left her deeply regretting the entire interaction.
First it was Vi walking several steps ahead of her on cobbled streets. Turning around to her and giving her a look , saying nothing. A look that confused her into giving Vi an up and down, only to end up unconsciously shooting a glance at her rear and oh, Caitlyn understood she’d lost the moment it happened. Vi smiled satisfied.
Then Vi sitting next to her on the coach. Resting on the armrest and body half stretched across the cushion. Her ass very pointedly directed toward Caitlyn next to her, and it took all her strength not to acknowledge her awareness of exactly what she was doing.
And Vi bumping her hips into her, usually a welcome display of playful affection, but too overt and lingering this time. Rubbing into Caitlyn’s thigh. Not caring if they were in the presence of company or not.
The little shit.
By the time evening came Caitlyn was at the end of her tether.
Vi was nestled on the bed, bare breasts pressed against sheets and head rested on her crossed arms as she lazily watched Caitlyn take the usuals from the bedside drawer.
“Like the view?”
With heavy resignation, she turned to look at her, already fully aware of what to expect. The moment she had her attention Vi raised her hips, sliding knees forward just enough to give her leverage and arching her back low. It forced her ass up, drawing a line with her body that displayed a perfect silhouette. Her hips swayed side to side almost goofily and Caitlyn was caught between a laugh and wanting to throttle her.
“As much as usual.” Her tone came as flat as she could manage it.
Vi gave an amused smirk and raised a brow. A look that read her attempts at dancing around the topic were futile.
Urges to kiss the grin off her face overcame her and Caitlyn shuffled herself over, pecking a small one to a cheek, her nose, the scar on her lip, before slipping a tongue across the lower to open her up. Vi gave with ease. Any bravado cast aside at the offerings of touch and affection. She snaked a hand around the back of Caitlyn’s neck, sliding her fingers into the soft baby hairs at the nape as her tongue came to meet Caitlyn’s own, sighing into her. Caitlyn brought her hands to her face, cupping her round cheeks fully in both and stroking them with fingers. One left to begin to roam her body, trailing down her neck, across her arm and down to a breast. Taking it in her palm just to feel her as kisses broke only to let them re-angle and join lips again. She teased gently, a massage turning into fingertips danced to the hardening peak. Vi’s hand in her hair gripped tighter and she arched her back into her.
When they broke apart that usual lovesick sparkle was there in Vi’s eyes again, squeezing Caitlyn’s chest and sending her pulse racing.
She reached a hand behind her and blindly grabbed what she’d taken from the drawer and left on the sheets. Pushing herself up on an arm she busied herself getting into the harness while Vi moved around on the bed.
Caitlyn mindlessly ran her hands up and over the curve of her bottom as Vi perched up on knees, shoving it out towards her and spreading her knees.
“You’re being unsubtle again.”
“Shut up.”
Vi just chuckled.
It was ludicrous looking at it like this. Of all the ways Vi’s genes had blessed her this was, on a physical level, undoubtedly near the top. Her mind flashed back across the myriad of outfits she’d taken notice of her in. Tight leather pants that constricted dips and accentuated every curve. The loose slacks that still couldn’t hide the prominence of what was underneath.
“So? Your expert opinion? Any feedback?” The mirth in her voice was obvious.
The thread snapped.
Oh screw it all. Forget beating around the bush. She was never going to let her live it down at this point anyway.
“You have a mole right here, did you know?” Her tone went matter of fact. Clinical.
She made the movement of pointing it out purposefully sensual. Let her fingers draw an unnecessarily long, elaborate trail veering along the border of her cheeks and press firmly into skin as she brought them to the small dot, right at the inside of her left cheek. Vi shuffled awkwardly in the sheets.
“Can’t say I did.”
“You have a relatively thick waist in ratio to the rest of your body, but your ass is so large it’s still prominent. Despite all your training it’s entirely soft and pliable. Even when I do this- “ She dug her fingers into her cheeks, firmly gripping them and watching Vi jolt and stiffen at the sensation. “I feel no resistance from your glutes where I grip when you tense. It’s impressive.”
Vi’s head turned to the side so she could barely catch sight of her in her peripheral vision. “Cait…?”
“What, you wanted my ‘expert opinion’, did you not? My expert opinion is your ass is ridiculous, would drive any woman wild, and you should be grateful you’ve ended up with me, a woman with a modicum of control and self-respect, and who respects you enough to not fuck you through the headboard of this bed without a second thought of consideration.”
A sound that bordered indescribable burst from Vi’s throat. An incredulous, shocked, choked-out half laugh. Moments passed of Vi clearly trying to find words to say, them catching in her throat, and her searching for new ones again before she finally managed to get a sentence out.
“Uh, Cait? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard out of you. Ever.”
“I am being entirely serious.”
And she was. The familiar irritation that built when she squabbled with Vi was there just as much as her arousal was.
“Acting as if I am the abnormal one here for a completely normal physiological reaction at your unnaturally well-equipped body. Honestly, the nerve.”
She let her fingers dig into the plush bounce of her bottom, appreciating the give and indentations the press of her fingertips left to skin. Both hands slide down and over the curve and her thumbs go too close to the lips of her cunt, already drenched. A soft gasp broke from Vi’s lips.
“And you’ve clearly been enjoying all my attention yourself with the state you’re already in- I’ve barely even touched you. Nothing but hypocrisy.”
Her mood was improving. She was having fun now. The tables were turned and she was being handed another opportunity to let Vi know just how much she thought of her- in all manner of ways, while indulging in what she’d had on her mind since standing in the kitchen that morning. Thinking of this all logically, she was only winning.
“You want me to admit how much I like your ass? Then fine. I’ll show you.”
She took the silicone shaft in her hand and angled it to direct between Vi’s parted legs, sliding against her dripping cunt and grazing her swollen clit. Vi shuddered and shifted at the first contact, then again as Caitlyn made purposeful strokes to catch her clit strong on each back and forth.
She delivered a brisk slap to her right cheek, an experiment and nothing that hurt, but firm enough to watch the ripple of impact to her skin. Vi’s back arched to the sensation and a shocked sound muffled itself in her throat. Caitlyn slapped another. This time with fingers spread wider and gripping into where they landed with fingertips, squeezing and dragging around the curve of her ass.
Vi’s breathing was coming noticeably heavier, hitching at every tease and slap and dig that Caitlyn brought without warning. Each rub of the shaft between her legs was growing easier, with less friction from the increasing amount of her own slick coating it.
Both hands rose to her cheeks this time, lightly stroking the skin in mindless patterns mirroring each other and slowly increasing the pressure. Spots that were already raw felt touches with more sensitivity, the parts unmarred took on heat from the consistent rubbing. Caitlyn started lightly pinching and releasing random grabs of the fat of her ass. The back-and-forths across her folds coupled with the massage were clearly having their effect. Vi’s panting grew interspersed with soft sounds and groans she couldn’t hold back.
Satisfied and judging it time, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft by the base and re-positioned it, this time rubbing the tip to her opening and parting an entrance before letting it break in. A slow push and Vi was taking it, a heavy exhale and tremble running through her legs as she took the stretch and fill to the hilt.
Caitlyn let her hips carve a steady, predictable rhythm, adjusting Vi to the pace and letting herself devote thoughts elsewhere.
She used the curve between thumbs and forefingers to capture her from underneath with both hands, pushing up and lifting, shifting the weight of her cheeks so she could better see her pussy stretched and filled by the silicone shaft. Watching each thrust be delivered flush to her entrance. Caitlyn’s teeth bit down onto her lip.
There was no denying what the sight was doing to her. Vi’s pale bottom marred by Caitlyn’s attention, evidence of streaks and slaps remaining in red print. The ripples across skin with every thrust, her cheeks molding their form and reverting back on each slap of Caitlyn’s hips against hers. Every time Vi’s head dipped forward and pressed into the cushions at the buildup of sensation.
It never took much to have Vi breaking into unrestrained cries of pleasure, but tonight was different. The whimpers that broke from her had something in them not usually there. An odd, sweet desperation. Something deeper and heavier. As much as she was enjoying herself, her one regret was not being able to see the expressions on Vi as each one slipped from her mouth, picturing them wanton and starved. An obvious pulse beat in Caitlyn’s throat, strengthening with every reaction she earned from her. Tingles shot electric across her skin. Arousal built between her legs.
Her heated gaze flickered across the canvas in front of her, from broad shoulders scattered with strands of vivid hair down to the small of her toned back. It was always mesmerizing. Every tense and roll of the flexing muscles beneath the inked skin, glistening from a sheen of sweat born from the heat of the night.
“You really are gorgeous, Violet.” A hand reached out as instinctively as the words did leaving her mouth, traveling as far along the etchings of her back as position allowed her to reach on tips of fingers, then drawing itself back down in swirling patterns to position at a buttock with a squeeze. “Hopelessly so. A work of art.”
“Cait… shit.” Her words came in ached gasps that betrayed the effects her praise had. She dug her head into a pillow, walls clenching around the shaft tighter.
She was always so sweet like this. In the heights of their intimacy where she turned obvious and needy and simple. There wasn’t a way possible she could refuse giving her girl everything her body was begging her for. Caitlyn slipped her hands from her bottom to grip at her hips, fingers tight and firm to secure herself as she started pounding into her with vigor.
Vi’s head threw back, her cries coming in increased pitch. Slaps to her cunt sounding obscene with obvious wetness.
“So much for the behavior earlier today. Look at you now.” The words came soft. A stark contrast to her unrelenting hips.
“...s’all for this… anything to get you to you- ah … fuck me like this .”
Every syllable from her was cloying. Intoxicating. The confession made Caitlyn’s heart flutter.
“Such a meandering way to get here.” She said it fondly, not sure it was even registering with Vi in her current state. “I’d best make it worth your while.”
She slipped a hand between their bodies, quickly finding her swollen clit and rubbing clever circles. Vi whimpered her most needy one yet, hips bucking forward into her hand at the stimulus and she took the opportunity. Swiftly removing her hand again, Caitlyn gripped her hip and angled the shaft how she knew her body needed, down toward the underside of her entrance in the way that would catch that right spot the right way. Thrusts became full rolls, deep and reaching and stroking at her walls, fast and hard.
Vi froze, going shaky on limbs with a choked, guttural cry and Caitlyn knew, slowing her thrusts while fucking her through the orgasm and watching as her body convulsed at the release. All flexing muscles and gasped moans that escaped her lips with desperate intensity. She gushed around the strap, every extraction pulling fluid to spill and drip down between them, growing the wet patch on the sheets. Caitlyn stroked her hip in gentle back-and-forths with a thumb as she let her come down. Vi’s body lowered, dropping onto the bed and gasping, aiding the release of the shaft out from inside her as she went.
Usually she’d nuzzle her way in between her lover’s strong arms and take the pleasure of finishing herself with her gaze locked onto that blissful fucked out face, but the adrenaline rush and all-too-tempting view in front of her was conjuring various better ideas. Caitlyn couldn’t suppress the giggle in spite of herself.
She unbuckled the harness at her hips, slipping it off with swift practice. Slick was smeared halfway down her thighs now. Every movement, each indirect brush that inched too close to her core was sensitive, and now that she wasn’t giving Vi her undivided attention she winced feeling herself pulse with blood rushed arousal.
Bending down, she deftly tossed her messed up hair over her shoulders and tucked loose strands behind ears. She brought her face to Vi's ass, nudging her thighs to spread apart so she could better eat her cunt from behind. Once there was ample space she started, licking her drenched lips clean with broad swipes of her tongue before burying herself between her cheeks. Vi’s hips stuttered forward in escape with a whimper when she started on her folds, all full licks that didn’t leave a part of her unexplored.
Caitlyn’s heart pounded. It was everything. The softness of her. Her trembles and shudders. Honeyed cries. Scent and taste, so heady and familiar at this point. The euphoria in letting herself be driven crazy by it all. There really wasn’t a single part of her Violet that didn’t ignite the fire in her bones. She'd admit to it a million times over. Or at least when her mind was this possessed by how horny she was.
Sliding a hand between her own thighs she started rubbing full length strokes down her folds, palming her clit and digging fingers into herself. Rough and without elegance, only needy desperation to soothe her desire. It fueled her to deliver more. Coax more cries of sweet delirium from Vi as she fell to pieces again. She lapped at her clit roughly and sucked her into her mouth, only half registering the yelp that broke from Vi.
She focused attention to the nub, flat laps crushing it switching to flicks with the tip of her tongue and then back again. Vi’s hips jerked and rolled and Cailtyn forced her still by locking her in place with an arm.
A shaky cry and Vi had come apart again, a new rush of her release spilling into Caitlyn’s waiting mouth. She swallowed once instinctively, lapping at her to pick it all up, and what she didn’t catch just dribbled down to her chin. It only sent her more ravenous, moaning into her as added heat coursed through her veins, urging her to continue herself to finish. She kept her face firmly planted in Vi’s ass all the while, each movement bordering agony for Vi in her overstimulated state.
“C-cait… s’too much.” It was a weak protest, her raising a twitching arm from where she lay spent in the sheets, lethargically waving as if to swat her away.
Caitlyn wanted to assure her it wouldn’t take much longer, but nothing could have been able to tear her away in the moment. She used her other hand to hold Vi at the ridge between her ass and thigh, squeezing as she brought herself closer to the edge.
She kept working herself hard and messy, and with a last grind down with her palm she finally peaked, the tension in her releasing and sending deep shudders from her core. An unwind as strong and satisfying as the coil had been tight. She removed herself from Vi, sitting back heavily with a leg folded under her. Releasing an audible exhale in relief, she let herself breath from the shoulders as pleasure pulsed through her, relishing every fading wave from the descending high.
Moments passed with Caitlyn sitting in the reverberations, and then she began to feel the effects of expended energy seep into her limbs. She moved up to the pillows and dropped herself to the space that was empty, fully aware her face was drenched in a mess of the other woman’s release. Not caring. All too pleased with the thought of having her see it. She watched the rise and fall of Vi’s back next to her, breathing having calmed but still not entirely, and reached out a hand just to touch her. Just to feel her there, stroking her skin with the backs of her fingers.
Vi turned her head towards her at the contact and flicked tired eyes to her face. Another layer of blush somehow took to her already flushed cheeks as her eyes widened, looking away after a few seconds and nuzzling into her crossed arms.
Oh, everything about this was satisfying. She tried not to sound too smug with her next choice of words.
“Any feedback?”
Vi peeked up at her again, flushed face buried in arms. After a moment of consideration she shut both eyes and sighed in resignation.
“I think I’m into you being into my ass.”