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They finally have a moment of respite. Rafa can hardly believe her luck as she pulls Amara into her room with one hand solidly gripping her waist. They’re alone, blessedly and delightfully alone. Amara looks at her like she’s going to eat her alive, and right now, Rafa can imagine no better fate. She pulls her into a kiss, tongues dancing between teeth until one of Amara’s canines catches on her lip with a gasp. One of her hands dips down to grope under Rafa’s ass, pulling her leg up over her hip.
Amara tucks her head under her chin, kissing down her neck and snaking her hands up under her blouse. She spins them around, then pushes her backwards toward the bed. They fall onto it and into a fit of giggles as they tangle together, Amara’s hands still exploring under thin linen. Heat boils under Rafa’s skin everywhere Amara touches, curling into a monster of need between her legs.
Rafa yanks her shirt over her head and tosses it across the room to give Amara’s hands space to roam. With wide eyes, Amara pauses, then bends at the waist and runs open-mouthed kisses across her collar bones and down the soft flesh of her chest. She snakes her hands under Rafa’s back, then makes contact with her mouth as her lips circle around one of her nipples, tongue sharp and flicking. Rafa can’t help the moan that escapes her mouth, and Amara gazes up at her with wonder.
As if her breath has been stolen directly from her lungs, she releases the nipple with a pop. “Was that a good sound? Because it sounded good,” she says with a smirk. Rafa nods, chest heaving, a wild look in her eyes as she attacks her other nipple. Amara can feel her heartbeat racing in her fingers as she clutches her lover’s thighs, hiking her skirt up. She decides the skirt and her underwear are now offensive, and leans back to pull them down and off of Rafa’s legs, before returning to her rightful spot between them.
Amara could build a home right here, pressing open-mouthed kisses against Rafa’s chest with her legs around her waist, her fingers digging into soft thighs with fervor. She feels the heat of her radiating against her stomach where they’re pressed together, and she never wants to leave. She’s almost taken aback by the realization that this, Rafa’s breathlessness, is all because of her. She presses, somehow, even closer, and feels just how wet she is for her. She seeks that wetness, gripping those hips to grind against her stomach, and is satisfied when a melodic, breathy moan fills the room.
Then, it grinds to a breathless, yet brief, halt. “Wait.” Rafa pauses, a begrudging hand placed on Amara’s chest. “Are you sure you want to do this? I want your first time to be… exciting and special.” The look of hesitation that graces her face is endearing, a rosy flush in her cheeks that spreads out to her ears.
For a moment, Amara looks offended, then her face softens. “Rafa,” she says as she pulls her down against her for a kiss, “Being with you is as exciting and special as I need. Ever since all of this happened, I just want a normal night without eyes judging my every move.” She gestures to her neck, where the golden veins in her skin begin, and down her body.
“Then allow me the courtesy of making it special for you.” Rafa traces the veins of gold down Amara’s neck with light fingertips, raking her eyes over her still-clothed form, then catches sight of the veins that sprawl down across her shoulders and down her arms. Goosebumps sprout where she drags her fingers. She takes one of Amara’s hands in her own and kisses the back of it, the center of the web of gold that runs its way down each finger. Her other hand goes to the ties at the sides of Amara’s blouse, nimble fingers pulling gently until the shirt falls loosely around her. Rafa kisses the golden veins trailing up her arm, up over Amara’s shoulder, stopping to pull the shirt off of her, eyes following the streaks as they trail down. “Absolutely divine,” she breathes out against Amara’s chest. The veins of gold frame her body like a harness, trailing down between her breasts and over her ribs, meeting in two V’s on either hip then spreading across to where they disappear beneath the waistband of her trousers.
Rafa drags her mouth down each vein, pausing when Amara reacts particularly well to one, then another. She kisses down her ribs, then draws her tongue back up between her breasts. She gently nips at the underside of one, relishing in Amara’s resulting gasp. Amara can feel Rafa’s smirk against her skin as she gets closer and closer to her waistband, kissing slowly down the expanse of her stomach. Just above the button to her trousers, Rafa pauses, eyeing where gold veins gather and, presumably, unfurl below where she can see. “Rafa,” she whines, resting a hand against her jaw, “I don’t mean to rush you, but I’m so turned on that it feels like I might faint. Would you please just take my pants off and show me what special means?” She drags her thumb down Rafa’s lip, and she takes it into her mouth, giving it a languid lick. Amara’s face floods with redness, and she exhales heavily as her head flops back against the pillows.
Deftly, Rafa’s hands unfasten Amara’s trousers, carelessly tearing them off along with her smalls, and they join the rest of their clothes on the floor. The two of them, now fully bare, can’t take their eyes off of each other. Both their eyes dart around, as if they’re trying to memorize every cell of each other’s bodies, each heavy breath that passes between them. Then, Rafa’s eyes lock on to the way the gold disappears under a thatch of neatly groomed lavender curls. Breathily, she says, “So, they do go all the way down.” She half-chuckles at herself, and Amara huffs out a little laugh. She leans in closer, her light puffs of breath making Amara’s skin jump beneath her.
Amara grabs one of Rafa’s hands, interlacing their fingers and kissing each of her fingertips then turning it around to rest her lips on the back of Rafa’s hand. “Please,” she whispers against it, so softly that it might have been the fire crackling in the hearth, and Rafa obliges, gently pressing Amara’s knees apart and settling between her thighs.
Rafa leans in, kissing the gold that stretches down the insides of Amara’s thighs, kissing up, up, up, until she finally, and not a moment too soon, lays her mouth against her wet and wanting cunt. She moans against her the moment her tongue makes contact, the warm, heady flavor of her overtaking her senses. She drags her tongue in circles around her clit and down to her entrance, and Amara lets out a surprised whimper. She knew it would feel good, but this feels as close to the stars as you can get while still awake.
Rafa pulls away from the heat against her mouth, only for a moment, to say, “Yes, darling, take what you need from me.” She returns to Amara’s core with fervor.
Heat pools in her gut with every stroke of Rafa’s tongue, with every desperate squeeze of her thighs. She wants never to leave this moment, gasping as her lover’s quick tongue flicks against her wetness, Rafa’s lips closing around her clit and sucking until a wanton moan tears its way from her throat. Amara’s hips grind up against her tongue, and with her hands in her hair, Rafa brings a finger to her entrance, dips around her slickness, then looks up at Amara for consent. She nods, desperate hips seeking release, and Rafa slides her finger inside. Amara clenches around her, walls fluttering around the intrusion, and she bites back a moan which then escapes as a deep groan.
Then, Amara feels herself start to shake, thighs quivering around Rafa’s head, and the bowstring snaps as she takes a nosedive over the edge, stars bursting behind her eyes. She doesn’t even realize that she’s moaning until the roar of her pulse clears out of her ears, and she’s left with her chest heaving. Rafa rests her cheek against her thigh, gazing up at her with adoring eyes.
“Does it always feel that good?” Amara’s voice is incredulous, her sweat-slick forehead crinkled with raised eyebrows. Rafa just laughs, nodding, as she rises from between her legs. Amara pulls her down for a kiss, tasting herself on her mouth, and the idea of making her feel that good brings a new rush of warmth.
Amara comes back to herself quickly with that rush, pushing Rafa over onto her back. She climbs onto her like she belongs there, then traces her fingers down to where she needs her. “I want to make you feel that good too,” she breathes into her ear, then slides two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. Her hips buck against Amara’s hand, grinding the heel of her palm against her clit. Amara, for all her lack of experience with others, knows just how to curl her fingers inside to find that spot that makes Rafa tremble. She’s already so close, has been dancing on a blade’s edge since Amara came on her tongue.
“Fuck, Amara. Please,” Rafa moans against her mouth, and Amara just smiles with sharp teeth as she fucks her fingers into her harder, grinding her palm harder against her clit. Long, precise fingers press hard inside her, and Rafa feels herself get more and more tense, until she’s not sure she can bear it anymore, and then, when it’s just this side of too much, she’s tipping over, cunt pulsing around Amara’s fingers. She kisses her through it, swallowing the delicious moans that Rafa sighs into her mouth. Amara’s fingers keep moving against her until it’s too much, and she has to push her away by her wrist, panting against her neck.
Rafa’s breathing slows after a moment, and she meets Amara’s eyes. Her gaze just sparkles at her, a small smile playing at her mouth. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Rafa.” Rafa’s face gets redder, and she pulls her back into a kiss that feels like the warmth of a sunset. Amara kisses across her cheek and noses at her ear, and then Rafa pulls away to get off of the bed. She stands slowly, weak in the knees.
Amara reaches for her. “I’m just going to go get some water,” she says as she pads to the washroom. She returns after a minute with two glasses, and a damp cloth. She lays back down, curling around her lover, and then swipes the cloth across her shoulders and down her arms.
Amara’s arms snake around her waist, tugging her closer until their legs are intertwined, and she pulls the quilt up over the two of them. “That was very special, Rafa. Thank you for showing me that pleasure. Perhaps, before we get ready for the day tomorrow, we can do more of that.” She kisses just above the brand on Rafa’s chest, rests her head over her heart, and she realizes that all of her mental and emotional armor has been torn asunder. She looks at the golden glint in her skin with a new appreciation, and falls asleep to Rafa’s calm and steady breathing under her.