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If this is the first day of forever together, Carina cannot wait to see what the future brings. She feels a swell of emotions bubble up in her chest as she thinks about what life with Maya will entail. They are bound to have their fair share of mess, drama, and chaos, but she knows that they are stronger together than they are apart.
Better together.
It has never sounded more affirming.
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Maya smiles as she opens her eyes in the dim sunlight, stretching as a big yawn washes over her. Turning to check the digital clock perched on the bedside table, she rolls over and places soft, sweet kisses on her wife’s bare shoulder.
Carina grunts sleepily.
“Morning,” Maya chuckles, her mouth working its way to her neck.
“Buongiorno,” Carina half mumbles into her pillow. “What time is it?”
“A little past five,” Maya replies, letting her face fall to level with Carina’s.
“No, no, no, no, porca miseria,” Carina groans. “Why are you waking me up at the ass crack of dawn?”
“Well,” Maya starts, grinning but placing a soft kiss to her cheek, “I usually quietly sneak out to get my morning run in, but seeing that we’re in a five-star hotel room, a couple of days into our honeymoon…”
“Mhm?” Carina grumbles for her to continue.
“Do you wanna maybe go down to the pool with me so I can do a few laps?” Maya asks gently, fully convinced that she will get an Italian insult in response that will make her laugh.
“Ugh,” Carina groans, her face scrunching up in mock annoyance. “Remind me again why I married someone who wakes up at unforgivable hours to exercise?”
“Because you love me,” Maya states factually, leaning in closer to add, “and I let you have your way with me.” She places a soft kiss just behind Carina’s ear.
Carina huffs. “Mhm, you know my weaknesses.”
Maya chuckles, grazing her wife’s cheek softly with her nose. “You don’t have to. I know you’d much rather sleep in.”
“Si, I’m glad you know,” Carina happily sighs, rubbing her face deeper into the crisp pillow. “But I’ll come with you, since I vowed that I’d be with you for better and for worse.”
Maya snaps her head back and drops her mouth in mock offence. “And this is enough to be part of the ‘for worse’ part?”
“Bella, I would like to remind you that I have never, ever woken up at five in the morning for leisure. I only did it in med school and during crazy intern hours. And this…” she pauses, sneaking a sideway glance at Maya, “… is certainly for leisure.”
Maya laughs, shaking her head. “How so?”
“Watching you work out with water dripping down that body of yours? Wearing a skimpy piece of material that barely does any concealing?” Carina says in a ‘duh’ tone, finishing her sentence with a happy hum.
“Yeah, yeah, get your mind out of the gutter, Dr DeLuca,” Maya teases, rolling her eyes. She never thought that she would end up marrying someone with a higher libido than her, but Carina had proven otherwise.
“Dammi un bacio,” Carina mumbles, finally bringing her face out of her pillow completely. Maya leans down for a quick peck before jumping out of bed.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Carina lazily rolls around in the sheets for a few more minutes as Maya washes up in the en suite, and when she emerges, she has a sparkle in her eyes that Carina deems illegal for this time of morning. She grumps a little as she makes her way into the bathroom.
She feels a little more human as she splashes some cold water on her face, but her eyes droop a little as she brushes her teeth. She feels a yawn – large enough to allow her soul to fly out – exit her lungs as she stretches her long limbs, walking back into the bedroom.
Carina smiles as the smell of fresh coffee infiltrates her nostrils – Maya has made her an espresso from the little bar in their presidential suite. Picking it up, she sighs as she holds it under her nose, and she thinks she’s already energised from just its scent. Carina looks around for Maya and finds her in the corner of the room by their bags.
“I didn’t pack a swimsuit,” Maya says, frowning as she stares at her suitcase. “I brought a two-piece, but not a swimsuit.”
Carina doesn’t reply. Her eyes are fixed heavily on Maya’s nude chest, bottom lip caught between her teeth, the espresso cup tilting dangerously in her hand. As supportive as she wants to be in this clearly very distressing moment, between her semi-naked wife, the early hour of morning, and no caffeine in her system, her brain is rendered temporarily out of order.
“Carina.”
She is brought out of her trance, caught red-handed by Maya who is looking at her with an amused expression, an eyebrow raised.
“Just wear your two-piece,” she says distractedly, taking a sip of her espresso before setting it down on the vanity that is directly opposite their bed. She slowly walks up behind Maya and snakes her arms around her torso.
Maya smirks as she lets her head drop back on Carina’s shoulder. She bites her lip, rolling her eyes gently.
“You know, you’re supposed to be consoling my broken heart, not feeling me up,” Maya says with a dramatic sigh, turning her head to kiss Carina’s cheek.
“You know, you can’t expect much of me when these…” Carina pauses, letting her hands travel up to cup her favourite pair of breasts, “… are out in the open like this.”
Maya’s breath hitches as she bites her lip, trying not to let a moan escape her throat.
Carina presses wet kisses against her exposed neck. “I have another workout in mind… and it doesn’t require any sort of water-wear… And it looks like you’re already halfway there,” she smirks, feeling Maya’s hardened nipples under her palms.
Maya lets out a shaky breath before mustering up all her willpower to place her hands over her wife’s and pull them away.
“We have plenty of time for that kind of workout later,” she says in a half-hearted tone, clearing her throat as if that will somehow help her gain full control of her arousal. “I need a workout that mimics running – feeling my legs and lungs burn, my heart rate elevated…” she trails off as she realises that she is talking herself into a trap.
Carina raises an eyebrow in challenge, her fingers pointing at their king-sized bed. “And you think that I can’t make you feel those things right here in this room, on that bed?”
Maya blushes, looking down as she shakes her head. “Sometimes, I don’t think before I speak.”
“Mhm, you said it, not me,” Carina laughs as she pulls her back in for a quick kiss before they both get changed.
Maya grumbles the entire elevator ride down – 25 floors, to be exact – about how her boobs will probably pop out of the bikini top if she moved a little too quickly in the pool.
“I am definitely not against that,” Carina teases, leading the way when they reach the ground floor.
“Of course you aren’t,” she mumbles, lacing her hand in Carina’s.
When they walk into the gym that leads to the indoor pool, Maya sets their towel and phones in one of the lockers as Carina wanders. There is no one else in here – no one comes to a hotel this fancy and wakes up with the sun to exercise, she thinks to herself. As she looks around the entrance to the pool, she sees a notice and a spreadsheet attached – ‘COVID Rules and Regulations’. She quickly fills in their details and holds the door open for Maya.
“This is nice,” Maya comments as they take in their surroundings – there is an Olympic sized pool, a smaller one, presumably for children, and in the corner, there is a body of water that is bubbling gently.
Carina strains her neck excitedly. “They have a hot tub, like I hoped!”
“Oh good! You can sit there and enjoy the view,” Maya teases, leading them closer. She adds with a knowing smirk, “You know, I can feel you staring at my ass.”
“It’s a good ass,” Carina states nonchalantly, placing her hand on it and giving it a soft squeeze.
Maya laughs as she shakes her head. “I’m gonna go over there and do a few laps.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Carina protests as she pulls Maya closer to her, hands resting on her favourite asset as she leans in for a gentle kiss. “Sit in the hot tub with me for a little?”
Maya thinks about protesting, not wanting to get warm before she hits the cold pool, but decides that her legs can enjoy the soft, bubbling sensations for a little. She sits on the edge, her legs dangling, and looks up to see Carina already in the full-body deep hot tub, rolling her head from side to side as she makes her way to Maya.
“Did you sleep okay?” Maya asks when Carina slots herself between her legs.
“Mm, I think I slept funny.”
Maya laughs. “We were in the softest bed on earth!”
“I think it was too soft,” Carina grumbles, a smile too appearing on her face as she gently pulls Maya down for a kiss.
“Come,” Maya says, pulling away and motioning with her hands. “Turn around, I’ll give you a massage.”
Carina gracefully accepts and closes her eyes when she feels Maya’s hands on her shoulders. A soft moan escapes her lips as talented fingers get to work, easing some of the tension from her muscles.
“You’re so good at that,” Carina mutters as she drops her head forward.
Maya gulps and bites the inside of her lip. Carina somehow manages to make her thoughts go from appropriate to heavily inappropriate in about point two seconds. This is a completely non-sexual massage meant to help Carina feel better – get your mind out of the gutter, she tells herself. Stop being selfish.
Carina’s arms come up to rest on Maya’s thighs, her fingers mindlessly drawing patterns on the skin they find. Unfortunately for Maya, her body interprets the soft touches as foreplay, and before she can think about it, the tight feeling of arousal is already starting to bubble in her lower abdomen.
She doesn’t have to know, Maya tells herself, dragging her brain out of her vivid fantasies and instead trying to focus on the task at hand. She keeps her eyes fixed on the back of Carina’s neck – somewhere completely non-sexual – and she’s pretty sure that if looks could kill, her wife would have a flaming hole the size of a golf ball on her neck around about now.
“Maya,” Carina gently groans. “Too hard.”
“Shit, sorry!” Maya sheepishly apologises, her cheeks blushing a light shade as she realises that as the two parts within her were fighting, her hands were getting more forceful by the second.
“Are you okay?” Carina asks softly, turning her head slightly to check on her wife.
“Yeah,” Maya replies, swallowing thickly and attempting to sound calm. “Yeah, I’m good.”
But Carina knows her too well – knows every little detour in her brain, can differentiate every minute change in tone.
“Really?” Carina questions, a smirk evident in her tone. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing, nothing. Just our dinner plans for the evening,” Maya hastily replies, clearing her throat, face squinting in a what the fuck was that to herself as she processes how pathetic the excuse was.
“Oh? Do tell,” Carina drawls, her fingers getting more focused on where they are, how close in proximity they are to… Well.
“Nothing to tell! Just excited for dinner, that’s all!” Maya all but squeaks. She sometimes gets disgusted at herself, at how easily Carina manages to make her squirm. Fire captain my ass.
“Are you sure?” Carina asks in a cool tone, taking her time in stretching out her neck before she slowly turns around in her spot.
“Y-Yeah,” Maya mumbles, her hands falling limp by her side as she looks into Carina’s eyes, observing her pupils visibly expand.
“I think…” Carina starts, her hands travelling up her thighs to give her hips a squeeze, “… you’re lying.”
Maya lets out a breath that she wasn’t aware she was holding. “What makes you think that?”
“Hm,” Carina hums, her hands now opening roaming Maya’s lower back and ass, “Just a hunch.” She brings herself slightly more out of the water, her lips hovering under Maya’s.
“Your hunch is wrong,” Maya mumbles, smiling shyly and looking away.
“Oh?” Carina is using her mock-surprised voice. “Really?”
“Mhm,” Maya nods, determined not to seem so damn easy.
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that…” Carina whispers, a clear smirk stretched across her lips. She moves her hands to rest on the top of Maya’s thighs before one hand slowly inches down, her thumb committing the unholy act of ever-so-lightly grazing over Maya’s clit.
“Fu –” Maya’s word gets stuck in her throat at the unexpected jolt that travels right through her body.
“Ah,” Carina chuckles, biting her bottom lip. “There we go.”
Maya sighs, knowing that there’s no denying it now.
“It’s not my fault you just radiate sex appeal,” she protests, a frown and pout painted on her face almost comically so.
“Bambina, I think you just have a really…” A kiss is placed on her jaw, “… high…” another kiss, this time on the corner of her mouth, “… sex drive…” A final kiss is sealed onto her lips, and Maya lunges forward to grab Carina’s face, kissing her eagerly.
“See what I mean?” Carina teases, and Maya can feel her stupid smile against her lips.
“Shut up and kiss me properly,” Maya mumbles, slipping her tongue into Carina’s mouth to test the waters. To her surprise (no, not really, since Carina likes to make her squirm in public), Carina accepts it in a blink and immediately takes control.
The brunette’s hands are still perfectly happy on Maya’s ass, but she knows that time is somewhat of the essence. Breaking away, she almost sniggers at Maya’s already-heavy breaths, inching herself back into the water whilst her lips leave a wet trail down Maya’s chest and torso.
“I’ll give you two some attention later,” she mumbles as she moves lower to slowly dart her tongue out, tracing Maya’s toned abdominals.
“Are you… are you talking to my boobs?” Maya asks, her head previously thrown back snapping up in a hunch.
“Maybe,” Carina replies coolly, as if it’s a normal occurrence. Maya simply laughs before it turns into a soft moan when Carina reaches just above her pubic bone.
“Carina.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t tease.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Carina pouts, grinning as she places a soft kiss over the material of Maya’s bottoms.
Before Maya can whine, Carina hooks her arms around toned thighs, shifting her closer to the edge as one of her hands travels to sideline the offending garment. She doesn’t waste any time, dipping her head down, leading with her tongue, and Maya whimpers as she spreads her legs outrageously wide.
“How is it that you’re so wet already?” Carina mumbles, her words obstructed by… Well.
“It’s your fault,” Maya shoots back, her hands falling back to support herself in position.
“Hm, don’t be cheeky,” Carina scolds, pulling her lips away and punctuating her sentence with an intense gaze.
Maya gulps, her hips trying to gently rock on their own accord.
“My, my, you’re so desperate… already.”
“Carina, someone’s going to walk in,” Maya grumbles, frustrated in many, many ways.
“Well, let them,” Carina says nonchalantly, adding before diving back in, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Maya feels a wave of arousal pulse in her cunt at those words. Damn her wife, knowing her inside and out… quite literally.
“Mhm, yeah, I know,” Carina mumbles, smirking at the new wetness that is distinctly Maya. She runs her tongue through her folds, groaning softly at the way her wife tastes. Carina would never, physically could never get sick of this. Ever.
“Your tongue is so good,” Maya mumbles as she leans back further, her hips chasing Carina’s lips as she pulls away.
“Since it’s not even six in the morning and you’re already so… distressed…” she smirks, raising an eyebrow as she glances at Maya’s cunt, “… I’ll be nice.”
With that, she wraps her lips around Maya’s clit and –… God, how the fuck she does that, Maya doesn’t know. Carina can make her come in twenty seconds flat – speaking from experience, an embarrassing memory of Maya’s; a gleeful accomplishment of Carina’s – just like she knows how to drag it out for hours at times, where it gets almost painful, Maya whimpering in overstimulation and begging.
Clearly this situation warrants for the former, as Maya feels her hips starting to buck erratically – already – and although she wants this to last, the thrill of knowing that anyone can catch them at any moment is only adding fuel to her arousal.
Carina’s blessed mouth sucks at different pressures, her goddess-given tongue moving at speeds that can’t be safe, and it’s a matter of a few, muffled moans after which Maya’s hips are bucking hard, her abdominals clenching, voice getting stuck in her throat, before she rides the blissful wave of her orgasm, Carina’s grip on her thighs only getting tighter as they move with their own intentions in mind.
Maya is panting, arms shaking from holding up her weight – yes, she’s a firefighter, but she isn’t holding up thick hoses and heavy gear immediately post-orgasm, is she? – and her legs are limp, being supported by Carina who is only now emerging from between her legs.
She hums, grinning at Maya and raising an eyebrow when they lock eyes. “That sounded really good despite minimal teasing…”
Maya huffs at her words, slowly pushing herself back into a sitting position.
Carina pulls her down for a kiss, but at the last second, changes motive and starts nibbling her ear instead. “The thought of getting caught is what made you come so hard, isn’t it?”
Maya swallows, a soft breath escaping her lungs. “Maybe,” she bashfully answers, feeling a blush creep down her neck.
“You’re cute,” Carina teases, kissing her cheek gently. “Let’s grab a shower. I think you’ve had your morning workout.”
Maya doesn’t disagree – her legs are shaking, and she feels rejuvenated. She watches Carina get out the hot tub before slowly standing up to grab her outstretched hand. They make their way toward the exit and immediately step into a shower – together, despite hotel gym rules.
“I’m starving,” Maya says, rinsing her face under the stream of hot water. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Well, I’ve already eaten, haven’t I?” Carina smirks, earning her a light smack on the shoulder from Maya who blushes a pale pink.
“Are you ready yet?” Maya whines as she walks into the bedroom. They have a dinner reservation in fifteen minutes and Carina is taking her sweet time getting ready.
Her wife is standing in front of the vanity, hands occupied with trying to close a stud earring.
Maya slows down in her tracks as she stares. Carina is wearing a perfectly fitted pant suit, a deep shade of orange – tending toward ginger – and simply put, she radiates the beauty and dominance of a goddess.
They lock eyes in the mirror.
“See something you like?” Carina asks, the corner of her lip turned upward in the slightest. That damn signature smirk.
Maya blushes a rosy red, unsure of how her wife still has this effect on her. “You look really good,” she says quietly, wrapping her arms around Carina’s torso from behind. She brushes the brown locks to one side and places a soft kiss on her neck.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Carina replies, letting her eyes run up and down Maya’s body in the mirror. She’s wearing a tight, black dress, the length somewhere in between skimpy and sexy, and the black stilettos are giving her calves an even more-than-usual defined look.
“Mm,” Maya hums, closing her eyes as she tucks her nose into the nook of Carina’s neck, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent that is so distinctly Carina, mixed in with an earthly hint that is her perfume stabilises Maya’s racing mind. When she opens her eyes again, Carina is watching her intensely in the mirror.
“I was hoping you’d wear something for me,” she starts, her fingers dancing gracefully as she fiddles with another stud.
“Oh yeah?” Maya asks, an intrigued frown appearing between her brows. “What sort of something?”
Carina doesn’t reply immediately, instead opting to hold her gaze. She’s studying her wife’s body language to see if there is even a crack of chance that she’ll waver upon hearing her next words.
“A toy.”
She watches as Maya’s lips part slightly, feeling a light breeze of air by her ear as the blonde lets out an involuntary breath.
“What, uh,” Maya starts, clearing her throat and swallowing thickly. “What sort of toy?”
“You’ll see. If you want to,” Carina replies in a cool tone, her eyes never leaving the sparkling blues.
Maya considers her options for a moment, knowing fully well that the is going to regret giving Carina the power to tease her all night, but in the best way possible. She looks away, a blush creeping up her neck as the thought of it brings a thrilling sensation down her spine and straight to her core.
Carina places a finger under Maya’s chin and tilts her head up, locking their eyes once again through their reflections. “So?”
“What do I get for wearing it for you?” Maya cockily asks, deciding that two can play at this game.
“Oh, bambina, I think you’re smart enough to figure out that one all on your own.”
Maya is left standing in front of the vanity, cheeks sporting a faint blush, teeth biting at her lower lip. She watches her wife dig into her suitcase from across the room and return with a small box, similar to that of the one that Maya had gifted to her a few nights back in that first hotel.
Carina walks up behind her, her arms sluggishly snaking their way around Maya’s waist, holding the box in front of her. She stares into the mirror and watches as Maya stares at the box. Carina slowly unravels it, and she can hear Maya’s breathy exhale as she takes a first look at their entertainment piece – or torture device – for the night.
“What do you think?” Carina asks gently, not wanting to push. They have never tried something like this before and she didn’t want to cause her any discomfort.
Unresponsive, Maya reaches into the box and retrieves the small silicone, getting a feel of it in her hands. The texture is unbelievably smooth, and she doesn’t realise she’s biting her lip as she studies it.
Good thing Carina is studying her.
“Words, bella, use your words please,” she encourages, placing a trail of wet kisses from her exposed shoulder up to her jaw.
“How does it work?” Maya asks in a quiet voice, her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of how the evening is going to play out.
Carina’s hands envelope hers as she takes it out of Maya’s hands.
“This part,” she starts, sliding her slender finger along the broader side of the c-shaped toy, “goes inside you…” she pauses, nipping at Maya’s neck, her teeth coming up to graze her ear.
Maya swallows.
“And this part…” she whispers as she places another kiss at the base of her jaw, her lips lingering longer than they usually do, “… vibrates from the… outside,” she finishes, her finger tracing the thinner, more uniform end of the toy.
Maya doesn’t respond. Her eyes are heavily fixed on the dark pink object in Carina’s hands, and the way in which she’s chewing at her lip makes Carina think that a fraction of hesitation is a part of the equation.
“We don’t have to do this, bella,” Carina softly reminds her, enclosing the toy in her fist and wrapping her arms snugly around Maya. She places more kisses on her neck and inhales deeply when she reaches behind her ear. Maya always dabs a little bit of perfume in that sweet dimple, and Carina has come to associate it with wife.
“No, I want to.”
Carina pulls herself out of her daze and locks eyes with Maya in the mirror once again. Her lips twist into a smile as she sees the difference in the size of Maya’s pupils, the change in the colour of her eyes. Dark, lust, want.
“Are you sure?” she whispers, tracing the shell of Maya’s ear with her tongue. The blonde shivers in response.
“Yes.”
“Mm,” Carina hums in content, her lips going back to being occupied. She peppers her neck with more kisses, the bites that she throws in becoming a little harder as she starts to tease with intent.
“Carina,” Maya whimpers, her hand coming up to tangle in her hair.
“Si, bella,” Carina murmurs against her neck, her tongue tracing over a particularly hard nip.
“We could just skip dinner,” Maya mumbles, eyes closed, head tilting back.
“Mm, no,” Carina says sternly, a devilish grin on her face. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
With that, she lets her unoccupied hand roam Maya’s body, coming up to squeeze at her breast. Maya lets out a soft whine, sighing at how worked up she feels already, knowing that it’s going to be a long night before she’ll get any sort of relief.
They lock eyes again as Carina continues her teasing quest, Maya squirming against her body. Wordlessly, she brings the toy up to Maya’s mouth and traces it softly over her lips.
“Open up.”
Without an ounce of hesitation Maya obliges, and she has to stop herself from emitting a dirty moan when Carina inserts the broad end into her mouth, eye contact never wavering.
“Good girl,” she praises, and she knows that her pupils too must be blown around about now. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
A whimper escapes Maya as she hears those words, the sensation in her lower abdomen tightening as she slowly moves the toy around in her mouth with her tongue. In the mirror, she sees how Carina’s eyes are intensely focused on her lips.
Carina’s free hand makes its way down and grabs at Maya’s dress, hitching it up lopsidedly. Disappearing under the fabric, they both gasp when Carina’s fingers come into contact with Maya’s centre.
“You’re so wet for me… already,” Carina states with a raised eyebrow, running her fingers through Maya’s folds. “And what underwear are you wearing?”
Maya can’t reply with her mouth full, so instead, she moans as she rolls her hips in the slightest, her ass rubbing against Carina’s front.
Carina tsks as she removes her hand, earning a dramatic humph from Maya. She gently pulls the toy out of Maya’s mouth and replaces it with her wet fingers.
Maya moans at tasting herself, eyes rolling back as she so desperately wishes that Carina would just throw her down on the bed and have her way with her. But alas, she knows her wife is the patient type – when she wants to be, when she is in control of the waiting period.
“Good, si?” Carina asks rhetorically, watching Maya’s face as she slowly moves her fingers in and out of the awaiting, hot mouth.
Multitasking as she does so, she brings the wet toy down to Maya’s front, gently kicking her legs apart.
“Will you be able to take this for me?” she asks softly in her ear.
“Mhm,” Maya hums, mouth occupied with a few tenants.
“Good, I know you will. You’re always so good for me.”
Maya’s breath hitches as she feels Carina tease the toy against her, and if she couldn’t feel it, she can hear how turned on she is.
“Fuck,” she whimpers as her mouth falls open, watching, feeling the toy inch its way into her.
“Brava ragazza,” Carina mumbles against her shoulder, placing a hot kiss on it as she pushes against the slight resistance. Good girl. The toy slides into place and Maya lets out a heavy breath.
“Good?” Carina asks, watching her wife’s face carefully.
Maya clears her throat, letting out with a shaky breath, “Yes.”
“Mm,” Carina hums and nods in approval, smiling as she places a soft kiss on her cheek. She pulls the dress back down to its appropriate level before smirking and walking away, leaving Maya dumbstruck as to what she had just gotten herself into.
“Oh,” Carina starts, turning around briefly, her eyebrow raised in an amused sort of way. “Crotchless panties?”
“Table for two. It should be under DeLuca,” Carina tells the waitron who greets them at the entrance of the restaurant. As he disappears momentarily to check the reservation list, the newlyweds take in their surroundings. It’s a very fancy restaurant, and although Maya is more of the type to be content with cotton candy from an amusement park, Carina is too Italian to not help her wife experience the wonders of good cuisine.
“This is beautiful,” Maya mumbles, her black mask flickering in the chandelier lights from above.
Carina looks at her and a smile frames her lips underneath her own mask, grateful for the life that she gets to call hers. “She is,” she agrees softly, and if it goes unheard by Maya, that’s okay.
“If you could follow me,” the waitron gestures, having reappeared. He manoeuvrers around the tables, leading them up a flight of spiral stairs before stopping at their booth. It’s quiet and secluded, or so Maya hopes.
Maya pulls out Carina’s chair for her as she harbours a shy smile, and Carina whispers a quick thank you as she takes her seat.
“Good evening ladies. My name is Zach and I’ll be your waitron for the evening. I hope you’ll have a pleasant time with us. I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders.”
As they read over the menu, Maya realises that nothing is in English and so she gives Carina full reins for their meal.
“What would you like to drink?” Carina asks as she skims through the wine list.
“I’m not too bothered. Something strong but sweet would be nice.”
As Carina talks to Zach about their choices, Maya attempts to read the menu. She’s squinting hard, trying to pronounce the words syllable by syllable, but when half the sounds aren’t phonetically alike to English, it’s a little tricky. She’s so immersed in trying that she doesn’t realise that Zach has disappeared, and Carina is watching her carefully.
A jolt travels straight up her spine and she nearly hits herself in the face with the menu in shock. She looks up at Carina who has a stupid smirk on her face.
“Everything okay?” she asks nonchalantly.
“Oh, you’re so mean,” Maya grumbles, biting the inside of her lip as she tries to keep her eyes open, the light vibrating sensation from between her legs undoing all the hard work she had put into in composing herself after Carina had worked her up in the hotel room.
“Are you complaining?” Carina challenges, an eyebrow raised as she places her thumb on her phone’s screen, ready to slide the bar up if need be.
“No,” Maya chokes out softly, resting her head in her hands, looking into the brown orbs that were so deliciously radiating dominance.
“Good girl,” Carina mutters, giving her a small smile before sliding the bar down to completely stop her pleasure. She receives a whine from Maya which doesn’t do much for her.
Time passes as they wait for their main course, Carina sipping on posh, white wine as she watches Maya, who is fidgeting around, with great focus.
“Are you good?” Carina asks, watching Zach approach their table with their meals from the corner of her eyes.
“Mhm, yeah, I – god,” Maya hisses as she grips the table, Carina having just turned on the toy again.
“Here is your –”
“God!” Maya jumps as she grabs her chest, Zach’s sudden presence having given her a fright. She is too caught up in her frustration that she forgets that they are here to dine.
“My apologies,” Zach starts, a sorry frown on his face. “I –”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Carina interjects, flashing him a charming smile as she increases the intensity of the vibrations. “She’s just a little jumpy today, aren’t you, bambina?”
Maya doesn’t answer, face down, eyes screwed shut as she tries to keep her moans at bay. Surely it wouldn’t be appropriate to let one slip, although she thinks that Zach would be none the wiser.
“Thank you,” Carina says as he places their plates in front of them. “Where are your manners, bambina?”
It earns her a glare from Maya as blue eyes focus again, and Carina watches in amusement as Maya inhales deeply before flashing Zach her pearly whites, thanking him for his service.
“Let’s eat!” Carina motions lazily, turning the vibrations down as she picks up her utensils. She’s starving, if she may. She hears a mumble of protests leave Maya’s mouth, but Carina doesn’t give her more than an intense stare as she brings her first bite to her mouth, eyes never leaving Maya’s darkened pupils.
They finish their meal, making small talk while their eyes do much more to each other, but amidst the lust, there is love in the small touches here, a soft swipe of thumb there.
When Carina sees the Maya is done, she lazily picks up her phone again and starts up what might be her new favourite activity. The kickstart doesn’t shock Maya nearly as much as it did the first two times, and Carina thinks she needs to ramp it up a little.
Turning it up, she softly grabs Maya’s hand from across the table. The blonde lets out a sigh as she drops her head again, her teeth taking her lower lip into custody.
“Look at me,” Carina says, her thumb gently brushing soft strokes over Maya’s hand.
When Maya doesn’t comply, Carina drags the bar all the way down. Whining, Maya looks up, locking their eyes.
“There we go, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Carina praises, allowing the vibrations to start again.
“Fuck, Carina,” Maya mumbles softly, a frown of pleasure framing her face. Her eyes close as she takes in a deep breath, squeezing Carina’s hand.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Carina warns, turning it up as her thumb taps on Maya’s hand to remind her.
A desperate huff leaves Maya’s lips as her blues flutter open, remaining fixed on her wife.
“Good,” Carina smiles, upping the intensity by a smidge.
“Carina,” Maya pants discreetly, her hips starting to grind in the slightest.
“Ah ah,” Carina shakes her head, shooting Maya a look. “Sit still, bella.”
“But –” Maya tries to protest as she feels her pleasure rising, now desperate to have Carina take her back to their room so they could continue this behind the privacy of their own door. But alas, she knows that Carina is having too much fun for her to give in too easily, so she complies and instead opts for crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs, trying to give herself some relief.
“Is there anything else?” Zach asks, having reappeared with his stupid smart white cloth lying perfectly draped over his arm, starting to clear their plates.
“No.”
“Yes.”
Maya glares at Carina who gives her a knowing smile.
“Can I please get a refill on the wine, and…” she looks over to the blonde, who, once again, has her eyes fixed on the edge of the table, trying her best to remain composed. Carina gives her hand a soft squeeze. “… and a double whiskey sour for my wife.”
Maya’s breathing starts getting heavy again as the intruder walks off with their order.
“I need you to take me back to our room,” she mumbles in between the breathing exercises she is attempting.
“What’s the rush?” Carina asks with an innocent smile. “We’ll have a few more drinks, then we’ll go.”
“A few more–… Carina, fuck!” Maya’s protesting is interrupted as Carina lazily traces her finger over the control bar, heightening the sensation between Maya’s legs.
“Come here,” Carina gestures, gently pulling Maya’s hand to the edge of the table. It would be easier for her to move to Maya’s side of the booth, but there’s something about having control of the situation that makes her want Maya to come to her side.
She earns another hard glare from Maya who nonetheless does as is asked of her. Slipping into the space next to Carina, she leans into her, panting by her ear.
“Not fair,” she mumbles, her hot breaths tickling Carina’s ear.
“Mm, you love it, bambina, don’t you?” Carina asks in a sultry, mocking tone, her tongue darting out to slowly lick the exposed skin of Maya’s neck. There is a faint taste of perfume.
Maya brings her face up to Carina’s, their lips hovering close. She’s breathing into Carina’s mouth, her arousal growing in tenfold by the second.
“You’re so good,” Carina mumbles as she captures Maya’s lips in a soft kiss, but Maya is far past soft. She grabs the front of Carina’s blazer and pulls her closer, slipping her tongue into a surprised but eager mouth. She lets a soft moan slip past her throat as she feels Carina guiding their kiss with her tongue.
Carina pulls away, bringing up a thumb to sensually wipe at the corner of Maya’s lips, her eyes fixated upon her action.
“Take me upstairs, please,” Maya whines, her eyes closing at the sensation of Carina’s hands on her body.
“Aw, bambina,” Carina coos, placing a trail of soft kisses from her cheek down to her shoulder blade. “You need to wait.”
Maya whines. “And if I beg?”
Carina’s pupils visibly dilate at the question, the imagery of Maya doing exactly that making her almost give into her wife’s pleas.
“Mm, good try, but you still have to wait,” Carina manages, clearing her throat. She looks at Maya’s eyes and finds them fixed on her lips.
“Here are your drinks.”
For the second time that night, Maya jumps a little at the voice that keeps pulling her out of her trance.
“Thank you,” Carina replies on their behalf, nodding as the waitron places their drinks in front of them.
Her hand leaving Maya’s body, Carina picks up her wine glass and brings it to her lips, very aware of Maya’s eyes hungrily tracking her hand’s every movement. Sipping nonchalantly, Carina adjusts the setting on the toy before placing her phone down and bringing her hand to rest on Maya’s upper thigh.
Maya sighs.
“Drink up,” Carina encourages, tilting her head toward the awaiting cocktail.
Maya takes a fat gulp and feels the burn of the alcohol as it travels down her throat. It’s strong, just like Carina asked for it to be.
“Slow down,” Carina chuckles, placing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear as the hand on Maya’s thigh travels upward.
“Carina, you’re being very rude,” Maya mumbles, inhaling sharply when she shifts in such a way that causes the toy to press against that perfect spot. She brings the glass up to her lips and downs the rest, Carina’s eyes widening as she watches the scene unfold.
“Someone’s eager,” Carina teases, her eyebrows expressing her mild concern. The plan wasn’t to get her wife drunk.
“You try being teased for an hour and a half,” Maya mutters, burying her face in Carina’s neck. Her leg is bouncing in small circles, and she’s desperate to grind down onto something. Preferably Carina’s thigh.
They sit like that for a little, Maya’s moans each getting louder than the last.
Carina tips back the last sip from her glass and watches Zach get ready to come over again. Maya is rocking not-so-subtly at this point, and Carina finds it almost amusing.
“Anything else I can get for you?”
Maya grumbles softly as she lifts her head and speaks right up against Carina’s ear, her tone coming out shaky and uneven. “Carina, I swear to god, if you ask for another drink, I’m going upstairs to fuck myself.”
Carina laughs, shaking her head. She’s tested her wife enough.
“No, thank you.”
As they settle the bill and make their way back to the elevator, Maya has a death grip on Carina’s hand, Carina not having let the vibrations come down.
“God,” Maya whines as she sways from one foot to the other, desperately watching the red numbers get lower as the elevator approaches them.
Carina brings their intertwined hands to her lips and places a wet kiss on each of Maya’s knuckles.
“Not long now, bella,” she consoles, watching how flushed Maya’s cheeks are.
Finally, the delicious ding signals their lift, and Maya all but rushes into it. Chuckling and letting herself be dragged, Carina steps in only to be pressed right up against one of the sides.
The elevator doors close as Maya practically jump onto her, locking their lips in a hungry kiss, a desperate kiss. She’s making little noises as she pants into Carina’s mouth, and Carina has to shimmy away a little to press for the 25th floor.
She turns them around, pinning Maya to the side adjacent to the mirror. She slots one leg in between Maya’s and the response is immediate.
“Carina,” Maya hisses, hips desperately grinding down, fingers clawing at Carina’s blazer in an attempt to bring her closer.
Carina takes both Maya’s hands in hers and pins them above her head, keeping them restrained with one hand as the other travels down to fumble with her phone.
“Fuck,” Maya cusses, head hitting the metal wall with a dull thump as she feels pleasure soar through her body.
“You have twenty floors to come,” Carina whispers in her ear, teeth nibbling at sensitive flesh, thumb sliding the control bar, the toy vibrating at nearly full power. “Should be more than enough.”
Maya moans shamelessly, hips moving erratically against Carina’s solid thigh as they lock eyes. Her pupils are dark, barely a hint of their usual baby blue hue.
“Fuck,” Maya sighs, dragging out the word as she feels her body begin to kick into overdrive; to that stage where feral instincts take over and all that occupies her brain is pleasure and how to maximise it.
Carina’s lips attack her neck, harsh bites littering the soft skin. She too has been worked up all evening knowing exactly what she was doing to her wife. She lets out a moan as she traces her tongue over Maya’s pulse point before she bites down, a red mark being birthed into existence.
Although Maya is too far gone to have her senses focused on anything other than the thumping sensation coming from between her legs, Carina is still grounded, knowing that she is the one responsible for their persons when Maya is like this. She feels force pushing up against her feet and realises that the elevator is coming to a halt.
She pulls away from Maya and yeets herself to the opposite wall just as the metal doors slide open to reveal an elderly woman who struts in and presses for the 23rd floor.
Carina wipes at her lips and clears her throat as she straightens her blazer. A smirk appearing on her face when she sees Maya, she grabs her phone to be mean one last time. Sliding the control bar up to its maximum, she sees Maya bite her lip, hard. The blonde has a death grip on the handlebars of the elevator, knuckles turning white, and her defined triceps that are almost quivering indicate to Carina that she is holding up a substantial portion of her body weight. Carina tsks softly before she slips back to Maya’s side and snakes an arm around her waist, firmly supporting from where she stands.
“Carina,” Maya whispers and it comes out as a borderline moan. She’s standing with her shoulders crouched, her legs crossed, and to the naïve eye, it looks like she is doubling over in pain.
“Are you alright, dear?” the elderly woman asks, concern written in the expression on her face.
“Mm? Mhm,” Maya manages, not quite trusting her voice.
“She’s okay, just feeling a little… funny…” Carina says warmly, and she thinks she can hear Maya snort beside her.
“It’s those shrimps in the seafood, I tell you,” grumbles the woman, waving her cane in the slightest. “My daughter also felt a little funny last night.”
“Did she now?” Carina asks in an intrigued voice as she feels Maya’s hand grab onto hers and desperately squeeze.
“I hear that they import their shrimp from Malaysia,” the woman mumbles, and Carina has to hold back a laugh. Making small talk with an elderly whilst her wife is about to come in an elevator is definitely not what she had on her agenda for the day, but it somehow falls into her lap.
“No ways,” Carina plays along, her eyes getting comically wide. She feels Maya’s grip get stronger and she knows her wife is close.
“You would expect that …”
Maya does not see a single glimmer of a point to the woman’s story, but that just might be her arousal clouding her head. As the two continue with their ridiculous shrimp talk, Maya feels like she is about to explode, both in pleasure and in frustration. She’s so damn close and she wishes she had Carina’s hand around her throat, but alas, her wife is too busy talking about sea creatures.
At this point, Maya is biting down on her tongue almost painfully to stop herself from letting her vocals run wild. After all, she couldn’t scar an old lady. No.
The part of her brain overtaken by pleasure is about to let her hips buck wild, but the miniscule part of her that understands boundaries forces her hips to be still – as still as they can be, given the circumstances. Her body feels a white, flashing hot sensation as her orgasm hits her hard, and if Carina’s hand is about to go blue, Maya doesn’t notice. A desperate moan slips from her throat but she manages to disguise it with a cough. She can’t quite feel her legs as she rides the intense tides of her release, the toy still stimulating her beyond belief.
Thankfully, Carina seems to have noticed (how could she have not? Her hand had lost circulation) and fumbles with her phone before Maya feels the vibrations decrease slowly, the odd tremor of her legs causing the toy to shift and rip another bolt of pleasure straight through her body.
“Well, this is me,” the woman mumbles as she waves at Carina, waiting for the doors to open on the 23rd floor. “I hope you don’t eat the shrimp again!” she mutters as she walks out (painfully slowly), her cane making the tap-tap sound as she disappears around the immediate corner.
“Fuck,” Maya moans, the prior adrenaline rush leaving her body as she feels her legs give in.
“Whoa, whoa.” Carina lets out a low chuckle beside her, shifting her position slightly to stand behind Maya, her arms wrapped firmly around the blonde’s waist. “I take it that you had a good one, hm?”
“You’re so mean,” Maya mumbles as her body jerks, the aftershocks still haunting her.
Carina switches off the toy and starts pressing wet kisses to Maya’s neck just as the elevator dings again, signalling their floor.
Maya whines as Carina nudges her forward.
“I don’t think I can walk,” she grumbles as she takes a few tentative steps.
As soon as they are through the door to their suite, Carina has her pushed up against the door.
“That was so hot, you know that?” she growls in Maya’s ear, teeth roughly scraping her neck, tongue chasing to soothe the pain; hands palming at her breasts.
Maya feels her arousal start to build again as she feels Carina handle her, having missed the contact at the restaurant and in that short elevator ride that somehow felt like an eternity.
“Mm, yeah?” she asks, head thrown back against the door as she offers more skin.
“Si,” Carina mutters as she turns Maya around, her hands exploring every inch of her wife’s curves. Her fingers eventually find the zipper and she pulls it down slowly, her lips leaving a path of hot, wet kisses all over the back of Maya’s neck. The change in tempo gives them a chance to breathe; to enjoy the feeling of being pressed up against one another.
“Sei così bella,” Carina mumbles against her soft skin, her hands travelling around to squeeze at her breasts.
Maya sighs softly, resting her head against the door as she lets the phrase sink in. You’re so beautiful. She must have heard it a thousand times by now, but it never fails to make her chest feel tight and her stomach flutter.
“I love you,” Maya mumbles, eyes closed, taking in the feeling of pure bliss, of her wife’s hands caressing over her body.
“I love you,” Carina mimics, pressing a soft kiss to Maya’s temple, hands roaming every inch of her perfect wife’s perfect body.
Carina lets a low moan of satisfaction pass through her throat as she pulls Maya’s dress down to reveal a complicated pattern of red lace.
Lingerie. Maya is wearing lingerie. Maya is wearing red lingerie.
The need to devour her comes soaring up once again and Carina spins her around, attaching their lips as Maya’s dress carelessly falls to the floor.
“God, what are you wearing for me?” she mumbles against Maya’s lips, her hands exploring the texture of the material covering her breasts. Definitely just had to feel the material, nothing more.
“Do you like it?” comes Maya’s equally breathy reply, arching her neck as Carina starts sucking what will be very prominent bruises into existence.
Carina hums her response, her hands getting rougher as her own arousal heightens.
“Off,” she growls, teeth biting whatever surface of skin they can find. Her fingers fumble with all the intricately woven strings and hooks. “I want this off.”
“Wait.”
Carina pulls away immediately, half unsure if she is hearing things, half unsure if Maya wants to stop.
“Are you okay?” she asks, breath heavy, brain fuzzy.
“Yeah, yeah, I… yeah,” Maya pants, swallowing thickly.
Then come the words that Carina was not expecting.
“Strap up for me,” Maya sultrily whispers in her ear as she lightly pushes Carina away, stepping out of the dress that had pooled around her on the floor. “But keep your clothes on.”
Dumbstruck, Carina just stares as Maya walks to the bedroom, her hips swaying in a teasing manner. Her brain is running a little behind, but she shakes herself out of her trance as she too hurriedly makes her way to her suitcase in the bedroom.
As she’s fumbling around, Maya exits the en suit bathroom and grins as she sees Carina, before simply walking past her into the lounge. A confused frown on her face, Carina is about to call out to Maya before she reappears, dragging a chair behind her.
Zipping up her trousers, Carina smirks as she thinks she has caught onto Maya’s idea.
“Come here,” she says in a low voice, holding out her hand.
Maya silently complies, interlacing their fingers as Carina pulls her close.
“You’re so sexy,” Carina mumbles, her hands immediately on a quest to explore more; explore deeper. She tugs at the thin straps of the lingerie framing Maya’s toned shoulders and repeats her earlier words. “I want this off.”
“No,” Maya drawls, placing a firm hand in the centre of Carina’s chest.
Carina raises an eyebrow. “No?”
“No,” Maya repeats, pushing Carina back as she slowly walks forward.
“I won’t take it off,” she whispers, staring at Carina’s lips through hooded eyes. “It’s a sexy piece, and I think I need to help you appreciate it a little… before it comes off.”
She punctuates her sentence with a firm push, Carina stumbling back and finding herself taking a seat in the chair. Maya leans down to place a gentle kiss on her lips and before Carina can grab her and pull her onto her lap, Maya is across the room, face illuminated by a white light.
Carina’s brain finally puts the pieces together when she hears a bass note drop, followed by a slow, sensual tune with an equally slow rhythm.
Someone is about to get a lap dance.
Carina watches Maya with a predatory look as the blonde makes her way back, hips swaying like a metronome to the music, slowly caressing her own body. Carina’s breaths have gotten heavier, and she knows her pupils are probably beyond their dilating capacity.
Maya reaches the chair and makes a show of slowly walking around it, still perfectly in tempo, hands softly grazing over Carina’s arms, shoulders, neck.
Maya times her moves perfectly. As the note drops, she straddles Carina, grinding her hips up as the music allows. Carina’s hands immediately find their way to Maya’s ass, but they’re slapped away.
“Ah ah, no touching,” Maya whispers, her thumb tracing over Carina’s bottom lip.
Fuck, Carina thinks to herself as Maya continues her teasing. She looks past her shoulder and stares directly into the mirror, and she makes a mental note to praise Maya for being so smart.
For now, though, when her brain is rendered useless by her wife’s boldness, all she can do is feel what Maya is doing to her; watch the reflection of what is being done to her.
Maya’s hips are still doing what Carina is starting to think they were called to do in this lifetime. The brunette is torn between staring into the mirror where she can see that perfect ass move in ways that should be illegal, versus staring directly at Maya’s chest that, in the red lingerie – if she may – looks fucking phenomenal.
Maya grabs onto Carina’s shoulders as she continues to move with the music pumping through her veins; one hand slowly dragging its way up to the back of Carina’s head, before grabbing a handful of brown locks close to the scalp and pulling back gently, exposing her neck. She attaches her lips, using her teeth to mark, her tongue to tease, all the while her hips grind against Carina’s front.
“Maya,” Carina pants, her hands lulling by her sides, useless, frustrating her beyond belief. “Maya.”
The blonde bites hard at her pulse point before dragging her lips to the lobe of her ear, giving it a little nibble. “Do you want me?”
“Si, yes, yes. Sempre.” Always.
“Then have me,” Maya chokes out, desperate to be touched, desperate to be handled.
Carina lets out a near-animalistic moan as her hands fly to Maya’s ass, squeezing them hard enough to leave red marks. It earns her a hiss. Maya locks their lips in a desperate kiss; all tongue, teeth, shared breath; panting, whimpering.
Maya’s hips continue to move to the beat that is nearing its end, and Carina is almost swaying them back and forth in tune, the muscles in her dancer-body moving from memory.
The music stills and all that is audible is the heavy panting, Maya’s high-pitched sighs and the movement of body against body.
Maya stills her hips as she reaches back for one of Carina’s hands still perched on her ass. She guides her, encouraging – no, begging – her to touch. They both let out a moan when Carina’s fingers make contact, Maya from the relief, Carina from the arousal.
“I like these crotchless panties,” Carina mumbles, grinning against her lips, her fingers spreading the wetness before going up to tease her clit. “You’re so wet, bella.”
Maya’s hips jerk. “Carina.”
“Mm,” Carina hums in response, knowing exactly what her wife needs. She slowly slides a single finger into her, and – resistance who?
“Fuck,” Maya breathes, the sensation not nearly satisfying her, but the feeling of finally having Carina in her enough for the moment.
“You’re such a good girl,” Carina praises, their foreheads pressed together, sharing breath. She feels Maya’s walls squeeze around her in response.
“Carina,” Maya whines, desperately needing more. Much more.
“I know, I know,” Carina tuts, lining up a second digit before allowing Maya to bring herself down onto them.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, mouth slightly agape, eyes closed shut, a frown of pleasure painted between her brows.
Carina starts a lazy rhythm, her fingers moving slow, whilst her other hand, still on Maya’s ass, holds her down firmly. Maya knows that she’s not in control of the pace at which she is getting her pleasure from, and it drives her wild.
“You feel so good,” Maya moans softly, her hips itching to slam herself down to Carina’s every upthrust, but the firm hand on her hip reminds her otherwise. “Fuck, baby.”
Carina hums, watching her wife’s face, her body’s reactions. She contemplates if she should give her a third and decides that it would indeed be kind.
“Carina,” Maya exhales in a shaky breath, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the addition. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Carina hums, her free hand coming up to unceremoniously pull at the top of the material that is covering one of her favourite parts of her wife’s body. She yanks it down, revealing Maya’s breasts, and she doesn’t know who moans louder. Carina lunges forward and takes a nipple into her mouth, her tongue slowly teasing the bud as she hears Maya’s breath hitch.
“Bite,” Maya pants, full, comprehensive sentences out of her league.
Carina moans in understanding, her teeth nipping at the pink, stiff peak. She tugs lightly, releasing it only when she hears Maya hiss.
She pays equal attention to the pair, rubbing her face against the soft, hot skin as she takes in the moment. She could worship her wife’s body forever.
“Don’t stop,” Maya whimpers, voice barely above a whisper as she feels Carina’s hand on her back make harsh, red streaks down the surface.
Carina gives her a few more thrusts before coming to a halt, resting her fingers inside Maya.
Maya whimpers, opening her eyes, meeting dark, brown orbs that are already staring. She slowly reaches down to grab Carina’s wrist, pulling her out before bringing them up toward her lips, never once blinking nor breaking eye contact.
She takes them into her mouth and sighs, her eyes rolling back as she tastes herself. She feels Carina’s previously limp fingers come to life as she slowly starts thrusting into her mouth, and Maya feels her body respond with a bolt of arousal.
Carina pulls her fingers out and Maya opens her eyes, her expression breaking into a small grin when she sees that there’s barely a trace of brown in Carina’s pupils. She leans down for a soft kiss, leading with her tongue, to let her wife taste.
Carina lets out a low moan at the sensation.
Maya’s hips start rocking slowly again as their lips are occupied, her hands travelling to Carina’s trousers to fumble with the buckle, and Carina knows that Maya is more than ready to stop the teasing.
She breaks the kiss and locks their eyes, Maya letting out little noises with every breath.
“You want to see, bambina?”
Maya nods slowly.
Carina softly pats her thigh, motioning for her to get up. Maya complies, and watches Carina’s hands with a deadly focus as they undo her trousers the rest of the way and pulls out the centrepiece of the art that is her wife.
Carina looks up, dragging her eyes across Maya’s body. She looks ethereal, her hair dishevelled, breasts spilling out of the lingerie, pupils blown.
“Turn around.”
Carina sets her hands on Maya’s hips and guides her backwards and down onto her lap. Maya makes a show of slowly grinding her hips as they make eye contact in the mirror, and Carina thinks the imagery alone can push her over the edge.
“Sembri una dea,” she mumbles against Maya’s ear, her teeth softly nipping at her neck, her shoulders. A goddess.
“Carina,” Maya whines, far past the point of desperation.
“Si,” Carina mumbles against her neck. “Do it.”
With a sigh of relief, Maya stands slightly, reaching down to line up the strap before she slowly brings her hips down, a high-pitched sigh leaving her lungs as she feels herself blissfully stretch, eyes rolling back.
“Fuck.”
Carina gives her a moment to adjust, and she thinks she can almost feel Maya’s walls clench around her.
“Open your eyes, bella,” she says, pressing her lips into the muscles on Maya’s back, her tongue darting out to taste sweat. She pulls Maya’s hips down further, bodies impossibly pressed together, and Maya lets out a long groan at the fullness.
Blue eyes meet brown in the mirror and Carina continues to pepper her shoulder with slow, wet kisses, watching Maya’s chest heave with every breath. The blonde starts to rock her hips, sighing softly with each buck.
The movement of Carina’s hands on her hips lets Maya know that she is free to control the pace, and she grabs the opportunity, fearing a change of mind. She starts slow, raising herself before slowly sinking down again, little moans and gasps and breaths leaving her swollen lips.
“You –… You feel… so… fucking… good…” Maya mumbles between each time she lowers herself onto Carina. “Fuck.”
“Good girl. You’re taking me so good, bambina,” Carina praises, her teeth gently grazing the flesh by her shoulder before biting down hard, biting down with purpose. Maya hisses in pain and Carina feels her slam down harder with each stroke.
“Carina,” Maya moans, breath getting caught in her throat. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open and locked with Carina’s, but that won’t do. Carina wants her wife to watch.
As Maya loses the fight and her eyes begin to roll back, Carina snakes her hand up Maya’s torso, grazes her breast, before wrapping around her neck.
“I want you to watch yourself getting fucked,” she whispers, biting Maya’s earlobe.
Maya lets a dirty moan rip from her vocals as her blues snap open. The sight that she sees in the mirror is, simply put, hot. She watches herself, breasts spilling out of the lingerie, the crotchless underwear allowing for a show whilst the strap-on disappears inside her again and again, Carina’s hand around her throat. She feels the pressure build deliciously, pulse thumping in her temple.
Carina’s free hand travels from its resting place on Maya’s hip to her breast, taking a nipple between the V of her fingers. She gives it a firm squeeze, closing her fingers and tugging experimentally on the hardened bud.
“Carina, Carina fuck,” Maya hisses, her wife’s name leaving her lips over and over again.
Carina is not a narcissistic person, but god, does her name sound good being moaned, being chanted like this.
Maya’s movements get erratic, and Carina knows that she’s getting tired, her thighs trembling from both the weight they’re holding up as well as the pleasure that rips through Maya’s body with each sink. Carina starts thrusting her hips up – minimally so from her position, but clearly it makes all the difference; Maya’s moans getting louder and louder with each thrust, the way she’s pinching at her own flesh.
“Are you going to come for me?” Carina growls into her ear, the grip on Maya’s neck getting tighter.
A response that vaguely sounds like yes leaves Maya’s throat, but it’s husky and choked out, borderline indistinguishable from all the other little sounds leaving her lungs.
Maya’s quads completely give up at a point, and Carina’s thrusts into her get harder, more desperate, as she watches her wife slowly come apart before her very eyes. She is an absolute goddess.
“Carina, Carina, fuck, fuck!” Maya whimpers, some syllables silenced, others emphasised when the timing overlaps with Carina’s upthrust.
“Come for me, bambina, I know you want to,” Carina mumbles in her ear, choking Maya harder until Maya’s hands fly up to grip that hand.
Abandoning her breast, Carina’s now-free hand travels down to rub fast, tight circles around Maya’s clit, and it is only by the grace of her wife’s hand around her throat that Maya’s moans don’t wake the entire floor.
“Carina!” Maya mouths, her voice lost in her pleasure, making it come out as a husky whimper. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It’s a few more hard, pounding thrusts before she feels the white, hot flash electrify her body – her back arches impossibly as her muscles lock up, and she is in absolute bliss for what feels like an eternity before her body shakes violently, muscles trembling as she curls into herself; tremors continuing to wreak havoc as she comes down slowly. Carina is still thrusting into her, albeit slower, but strong enough to draw out her orgasm, hitting that perfect, deep spot over and over again. Somewhere in her very fuzzy brain, Maya thinks that her orgasm is having an orgasm.
Carina’s hips eventually come to a standstill as they too have far surpassed exhaustion, and they sit like that for a while, both panting, heaving; Carina’s arms wrapped tightly around Maya’s midriff; Maya hanging almost limp, her limbs loose and lolling, her head rolled back resting against Carina’s shoulder.
Carina attempts to shift a little as the unevenly distributed weight begins to feel uncomfortable, which results in her hips moving, and naturally, the strap still inside of Maya. The blonde grunts out a moan, her walls fluttering around the toy.
“Carina,” she whispers, forcing her neck to step back into reality and support her head. She peels herself off of her wife and slowly stands, wincing as the silicone slips out of her.
Maya turns around and watches Carina loosen the harness and abandon it carelessly, before letting her hands tenderly take tenancy on Maya’s hips, tugging. Maya crawls into her lap, straddling her once again, finding deep comfort in the tight, intimate embrace that Carina offers.
Carina draws gentle, nonsensical patterns on Maya’s back with her fingers, her eyes fixed on their reflections in the mirror. She takes it all in, the serenity of the moment, before turning her head, tucking into the niche of Maya’s neck, inhaling deeply. She lays soft kisses on the warm skin her lips find, the intimacy of the act enough to make her eyes droop shut, her chest filling with a profound sense of love, of fondness, of adoration.
Maya’s breathing gets softer and less frequent, and just as Carina thinks that she may have fallen into a light slumber, the blonde raises her head and locks their eyes, before leaning in for a soft, mellow kiss.
“Your turn,” she whispers before leaning in again, this time for a deeper kiss, her hands roaming Carina’s body, sliding under her blazer to take if off of her wife’s shoulders.
Carina kisses back, a gentle frown painted between her brows. She brings her hands to Maya’s and encloses them in hers, stopping their action.
“Bambina,” Carina mumbles against her lips, before placing a few more soft, tender kisses that Maya reciprocates with an equal drop of delicacy. “I’m okay.”
“Hm?” Maya asks, pulling away. She frowns – maybe something is wrong. Maybe Carina didn’t want to do what they just did, and she just didn’t notice. The beginnings of a panic rising in her chest, she’s about to burst into a profuse apology when Carina chuckles softly, shaking her head.
“No, no, no, bella. You are perfect. It was perfect. I’ve… I’ve already had my release.”
“But you didn’t –”
“Shh,” Carina consoles, pressing her lips against Maya’s rosy cheek, letting them linger. “A release doesn’t always have to be physical.”
“But –”
As Maya tries to protest, Carina leans back a little to lock their eyes and brings her hands up to cradle her face.
“Ti amo tanto,” she whispers, her thumb gently stroking Maya’s face. I love you so much.
Maya returns her confession, the glimmer in Carina’s eye speaking more than a thousand words.
They say that love is like a drug. That it makes us do crazy things; that it makes us feel fulfilled in many more ways than one. Neither of them has ever experienced the intimacy they share on their level. Maya had told her that she had never told anyone she loved them; Carina thought that her feelings for Arizona were love, and maybe they were indeed. But then she would need to produce a new word for what she feels for Maya; what she feels with Maya. It’s indescribable, extraordinary, profound. Powerful, remarkable and intangible. Priceless.
It’s theirs.
Just theirs.