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Michaela paused in the dark hallway, a shiver running through her short frame before she began to walk again, quickening her step. She couldn't see anyone, but she knew that she wasn't alone in the hallway.
Francesca, she thought to herself, it has to be Francesca.
Michaela wrapped her cloak more tightly around her robes, and glanced behind her again.
Stalking me, she thought turning a corner, she's out there, watching … and waiting.
Michaela focused her attention in front of her. She was very close to her bedroom. Twenty or thirty meters away at most. She quickened her pace.
As she got closer, she thought she might make it. That perhaps she was just imagining the whole thing and there was really no one following her. It was late. The estate gone dark hours ago. No one would still be roaming. She was only in the hallways because she had been out late to a party Liz was throwing and being alone this late was probably making her paranoid.
Still, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was being watched … played with.
At the though, her heart triple hammered in her chest, and a tingle traveled through her body.
Michaela stopped. She had reached her bedroom door. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached towards the handle.
Michaela's breath rushed out from her lungs raggedly. She was being pulled backwards, into the darkness of the hallway, stars dancing behind her eyes as she felt her back connect with something hard and solid.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"
A shiver ran through Michaela at the sound of the teasing words being purred at her.
"Hoped maybe," Michaela responded. Her voice was low, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness of the alcove she had been pulled into. She wanted to see face.
Francesca blinked, staring at Michaela keenly for a long moment. "Hoped?" She asked quietly, her eyebrows furrowing together in consternation. "Hoped to escap
Michaela didn't respond. She wasn't sure what to make of Francesca's tone or response. And when one wasn't sure what Francesca was thinking, the smartest thing quiet until she told you want she wanted to hear.
Francesca's hand moved to Michaela's hip. She rested it there for a second, and then slid it down a little so that it was resting on the upper part of Michaela's thigh. Francesca's hand began to move up and down, slowly rubbing under Michaela's dress.
Michaela breathed in deeply. Her jaw clenched, and she directed her gaze past Francesca, focusing on the wall opposite them. Her heartbeat picked up as the gentle touch continued, and her eyes began to water. She shut them and exhaled audibly, before pulling herself together again and focusing forward once more.
Francesca's hand moved from her thigh, her fingers trailing slowly to the front of Michaela's dress were they stilled.
The hallway was quiet except for the sound of their breath and a clock ticking steadily in the distance. At that moment, they could have been the only two people in the county, or the world.
Francesca pressed her hand between Michaela's legs, cupping her through the material of her dress and her underwear. Michaela's hips twitched into Francesca's hand, a soft sound emerged from her throat.
"I don't think escape's what you were hoping for," Francesca said leaning forward, running her nose up Michaela's neck, inhaling deeply. "I think you wanted to get caught”, she continued pulling back from Michaela so that she could see her face.
Francesca's fingers moved, pressing more firmly into Michaela's pussy. The younger brunette's eyes snapped shut and she sucked in a sharp breath. "I think you knew you deserved to be caught. Deserved to be punished, after being out all night with fuck knows who," Francesca drawled. She smiled, her eyes dancing with pleasure as she observed Michaela’s reaction to her touch, "Did you let them touch you, then? Did you let them touch what’s mine?”
Michaela's hand shot out in front of her instinctively, bracing against the wall, protecting her from crashing into it as she felt found herself suddenly turned around. Facing the wall now, Michaela registered the cool of it against her warm palms. The chill sent a delightful shiver through her. She bit her lips, incapable of stopping the bratty side of her even as she felt herself slammed against it “I’m not yours.”
Francesca reached for the material of Michaela's dress and began to draw it up her thighs until the material was bunched at Michaela's hips. Once her legs were exposed, Francesca then began to trail her hand up and down her soft, warm flesh. Michaela trembled.
"You could’ve tried to run," Francesca said thoughtfully, still teasing Michaela with her hand.
"You'd catch me," Michaela breathed out shakily, her back arching as Francesca pressed her fingers between her legs.
"Still," Francesca responded, "at least you'd have tried."
Michaela was silent as Francesca rubbed her hand back and forth along her lips. Small shivers were running through her body almost constantly, and her heart was beating so rapidly beneath her chest that she was slightly surprised she couldn't see it moving. She whined softly as Francesca’s fingers dug into her panties, tearing them off her causing her to gasp and sigh softly as Francesca rubbed her face into Michaela’s panties, groaning low as she inhaled her scent. Michaela rolled her eyes, smirking against the wall. Predictable. Her skin tingled, her nerve endings were crying out like they were on fire. A thick, pleasant haze had descended over her brain, and her pussy was swollen and wet and pulsing with want.
She wasn't going to run. She didn't want to run. She wanted Francesca to fuck her, and they both knew it.
Michaela didn't need to be facing her to know exactly what look was on her face. She could almost picture the demented glint in her eyes.
"Do you want to know what I hope?" Francesca breathed out, leaning into Michaela, her lips brushing against the shorter girl's ear as she spoke. "What?" Michaela breathed out softly, her body trembling under Francesca's.
"That one day you'll accept my love for you," Francesca responded kissing Michaela's neck, "and your love for me," she continued kissing what was available of Michaela's skin. "That one day you'll understand how special it is," she went on, angling her hips away from Michaela for a moment so that she could pull down her pants "Until then," she whispered, "I'm going to keep proving to you, just how much I adore you."
Francesca's hands gripped her hips a moment later and Michaela whimpered. Immediately, Michaela pressed back against Francesca, a pained, wanting moan escaping from her as she felt Francesca's dick rubbing against the globes of her ass. Michaela removed one of her hands from the wall and dropped it between her legs, her fingers brushing against her clit as she felt Francesca long and hard against her. “And one day, you’ll find other ways to show your love than fucking me in the dark of the night, against the wall, with my cousin asleep down the hall.”
Francesca’s jaw clenched as she chose to ignore that, and she bit her lip as she saw Michaela's hand begin to move.
"Kiss," Francesca barked roughly, her hand squeezing Michaela's neck, holding her steady as she turned around. Leaning in, Francesca met Michaela's lips, in a hard, rough, frenzied embrace.
As they kissed, Francesca batted Michaela's hand away from her pussy, and took over the stroking, moaning into Michaela's mouth as her fingers brushed through the dark, damp curls at the apex of Michaela's thighs.
Francesca kept this up for a few minutes until Michaela was mewling and her clit was throbbing with want. Then, she pulled her hand away from Michaela and drew it between them, stroking the length of her dick, wetting it with Michaela's juices.
"Bend," Francesca said softly, her hand running up Michaela's back as she braced her hands against the wall pushed back. Francesca positioned herself at Michaela’s opening then stilled.
"Here comes the romance."
Francesca angled her hips forward, slowly moving inside of Michaela, both of them moaning as Michaela's warmth enveloped her.
Michaela felt Francesca's hand move to grasp her hips, and a spike of arousal flared through her. Francesca had been gentle entering her, but once Francesca got going, gentle ceased to exist. When Francesca took hold of her hips, Michaela knew what was coming, and her inner muscles clenched at Francesca as she became even wetter in anticipation. She wanted Francesca to fuck her. She needed Francesca to fuck her. She felt as if she should expire if Francesca didn't take her.
Michaela closed her eyes, a powerful wave of guilt washing over her.
"Fran," she begged, thighs twisting.
Guilt had never stopped her from being with Francesca before and it wouldn't stop her this time. She wanted it too much for that. She needed it too much for that. She loved Francesca too much to deny her. She would never give Francesca the satisfaction of hearing her proclaim their love for each other as a great thing, a pure thing, a superior form of love as Francesca did,but she did feel it. It was as much a part of her as it was for Francesca. She acknowledged this.
Michaela's eyes closed, content, giving into her feelings Francesca rammed into her. Francesca smiled as she felt Michaela surrender. This was what made putting up a fight worth it; these moments of perfection. These times when they were connected together, blood pulsing in tandem. These times when they were completely focused on each other, the world extending no farther than their aching, sweat soaked bodies. It was these times where they honored a pure love, an exalted love that others were too weak to feel, that made everything right.
"Feel it," Francesca panted, as she thrust into Michaela, holding her hips steady as she pumped. "Feel it! Feel how much I love you," she continued pressing a fevered kiss to a patch of skin on Michaela's neck, biting the flesh a moment later, before kissing it once more and then biting again.
"I feel it Fran," Michaela breathed out, her hand moving behind her to grasp at Francesca, trying to hold her head in place. "Stay close," she continued, as Francesca continued to press into her.
Francesca moved her hands from Michaela's hips and wrapped her arms around her torso, hugging their upper bodies tightly together, Michaela's arms supporting their weight as she canted her hips towards her, filling her again and again.
"Fran," Michaela moaned, her pleasure continuing to build. "Fran!" she cried again, louder this time, the sound almost offensive in contrast to the quiet of the castle around them.
Francesca moved her hand quickly, covering Michaela's mouth, sliding her other hand between her legs rubbing furiously at her clit. A moment later, Michaela moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Francesca's hand as Michaela began to thrash beneath her. Michaela's hips pushed back into Francesca's wildly and moisture flowed from between her legs, wetting both of their thighs and the edges of Michaela’s dress.
One of Michaela's hands moved from the wall to her face, tugging at Francesca's wrist as her orgasm began to fade. Francesca's hand was covering her mouth and now that her climax was fading she realized that she desperately needed to breathe.
Francesca removed her hand. Michaela sucked in a deep breath, and then another, and another. Her mind dizzy as she took in the much needed oxygen. And then Francesca clamped her hand over her face again, her dick pumping into Michaela with a renewed frenzy as she cut off her supply of air once more.
Michaela moaned into Francesca's hand. Her post-coital high, combined with the lack of oxygen in her brain and Francesca's frantic thrusts against her were beginning to excite her again.
Francesca was close to coming, very close. Michaela's head was swimming. She was hot again. Hot and wet. Francesca was so close. She was panting in her ear. She wanted to help her. Michaela tried to speak, but ended up just licking Francesca's palm.
"Fuck," Francesca grunted. Michaela's palm connected with her thigh, slapping her encouragingly, urging her forward, onward, faster, and faster like a prize stallion nearing the end of a race. Michaela slapped her thigh again, digging her nails into it and Francesca whimpered and bit Michaela's clothed shoulder. Michaela slapped again, and Francesca bit harder.
Spots swam before Michaela's eyes, and then there were momentary periods of complete darkness.
Michaela reached back to slap again, but was losing strength as she went longer without air. She grasped at Francesca's thigh instead, her fingernails digging into her flesh.
Francesca came, taking Michaela along with her, still moving inside of Michaela, pumping again and again as pleasure ripped through them both.
Francesca's hand fell from Michaela's face, and Michaela's arms finally gave way, sending them both sliding to the floor. Francesca breathed heavily, and Michaela took in deep gulps of air still feeling as if she was on the verge of blacking out.
Michaela angled her head to the side, staring at Francesca. Francesca turned to face her as well and smiled, running her fingers down Michaela's thigh and pushing back her cum inside her, laughing almost soundlessly as Michaela glared at her. Michaela’s eyes dropped away from Francesca's, annoyed with her stalking as much as she had gotten off on it. Her eyes landed on Francesca’s dick, which was still standing tall and proud.
"You had two," Francesca commented, drawing Michaela's eyes up to her.
Michaela stared at her for a second, knowing exactly what Francesca was suggesting. A refusal was posed on the tip of her tongue, but then her eyes dipped down again, taking in the very impressive sight before her.
Michaela's legs shifted.
Francesca smiled, and then reached in front of her, running her hand up and down the length of her dick, her body shivering at the sensation. Michaela watched for a moment and then leaned over Francesca's waist, her tongue brushing against Fran's fingers before she pushed them away.
She began to run her tongue along the length of her shaft.
Francesca tipped her head back to rest against the wall, her hand moving to Michaela's head, running through her hair lazily, a smile coming to her lips as she anticipated coming all over her gorgeous face.
Fifteen minutes later …
Michaela closed her eyes as Francesca licked at her chin, diligently cleaning up the mess she had made a minute before. She bit her lip; Francesca's tongue on her knowledge of what it was that she was so meticulously tidying had her tingling again, but she ignored it.
She was exhausted.
Francesca kissed her forehead then pulled back and settled against the wall. A moment later, Michaela snuggled against her, resting her head on Francesca's shoulder. Francesca laughed softly, before pressing a kiss to the top of Michaela's head.
"We can't go to sleep here."
"Then maybe next time you should molest me somewhere near a bed," Michaela muttered sleepily, stifling a yawn.
"What fun, would that be?" Francesca asked smiling, brushing her lips on the top of Michaela's head.