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Bilvy wasn't bad at focusing.
The movie they'd put on was good, some action romance flick Travie had picked up a few nights ago. It wasn't long ago that they'd settled down for the night, comfortable in their PJs, a bowl of popcorn positioned between them on the couch. It was something they'd been meaning to do for a while but between work and literally everything else in life, they hadn't gotten around to it until now.
Bilvy didn't mind. She was enjoying it now. She really, honestly, wasn't bad at focusing.
Her girlfriend was just being a little distracting, that was all. Fingers teased the hem of her shorts. She shifted, they stopped. The movie went on.
Then, again, movement. Distracting movement. Travie lay her head on Bilvy's shoulder and- for a while- she sat still. Bilvy thought that was the end of it. The movie kept playing the same shitty tropes with the same corny lines and the same cheesy romance; balanced and serene as all things should be.
Until-
Until Travie's lips connected with the side of her neck; slow, cautious and just barely there. Her warm breath fanned across Bilvy's skin as she pretended not to care. Pretended being the key word, already half turned on. Travie kissed up the small stretch of exposed skin carefully; her collar, her neck, her jaw. Bilvy smirked a little, still concentrated on the TV though only in body. Her mind was elsewhere- which she supposed was what Travie wanted- but she wouldn't give her girlfriend the satisfaction of knowing that. If Travie wanted something, she could just ask. She should know by now Bilvy would do whatever she wanted.
A hand progressed up her thigh, fingertips pushing their way further under her shorts. The further up Travie's hand went, the harder it was for her to keep her cool. And Travie knew that, a smirk pressed into the crook of Bilvy's neck. It was no use, it was so pointless ignoring it Bilvy realized, turning so she could tip her girlfriends face up to kiss her. She tasted like popcorn and salt and something so inherently Travie, lips still slick with the shitty fake butter they put in the microwave bags. The kiss was like a sigh of relief after trying to ignore it for so long.
Sweet quickly turned to hungry as Bilvy parted her lips. It was heat and tongue and teeth digging into lips and hands on her body and weight pushing her backward onto the couch. Parting for only a second, she shifted her legs onto the couch before pulling Travie down with her. She needed Travie bad. She burned with want, a wet spot forming between her thighs. She slid both of her hands up Travie's sides, pulling her flat against her. Travie went easily, balancing her elbows on either side of Bilvy, careful to not pull her hair. It was true that when Bilvy wanted something, she would get it. She might have just had to say please.
"Travie, I-" she could barely get the words out, muttered between hasty kisses, "I need-"
Travie paused, still just inches away from Bilvy's lips. Her hands stopped roaming too, instead pressing into her ribs, thumbs making slow circles just below her tits.
"Hm?" Travie smirked, "What do you want?"
Shit, what didn't she want? She wanted her girlfriends hands on her, touching her. She wanted Travie inside her, wanted to ride her fingers. She wanted her clothes off and Travie's too so they could press skin to skin while it happened. She presses her thighs together but the friction felt closer to torture than release. Bilvy honestly didn't give a fuck what came next, so long as it got her off. She could let Travie decide. Besides, not knowing was half the fun.
"Don't care, anything," she breathed, writhing a little, lifting her hips up to nothing, "Need something- you to touch me, anything,"
"Oh, yeah?" Travie mumbled, reaching for Bilvy's shorts. She lifted her hips willingly, letting Travie guide the soft fabric off her. She teased the hem of Bilvy's underwear but didn't pull them down just yet,
"Been thinking of getting you out of those shorts all night,"
"Really? I had no idea." Bilvy drawled before shecould stop herself. She didn't regret it but she feared the look Travie gave her for it.
"I'd be careful if I were you," she warned, tracing the nails up Bilvy's sides slowing, coaxing goosebumps to the surface of Bilvy's skin who squirmed under the touch. Lowering her mouth back down to her neck, Travie bit and sucked her way up Bilvy's neck, leaving small bruises in the wake of her teeth. Bilvy tilted her neck to give her girlfriend more to work with but she was getting impatient. She wanted to take more than she was being given but there was nothing she could do but lie there and soak through her panties as Travie held her there. And it was so fucking hot.
As Travie worked her way up to her jaw, the small stretch just below her ear, Bilvy's breath came in short hitches and gasps. She was getting desperate. Then,
"Remember, only good girls get to finish,"
It was too much.
"Please, please," Bilvy whined, "I can be good,"
And Travie laughed. She laughed at her.
"Sh, baby, it's okay," she soothed, "No need to get so worked up,"
It was all Bilvy could do not to whine, "Please?"
Travie didn't need asking twice. Pushing Bilvy's shirt up to her shoulders, she began peppering kisses and bites to her collarbone, down her sternum, on her tits. Bilvy laid her hands on her girlfriends head to give them something to hold onto and Travie's dreads fell through the spaces between her fingers. She arched suddenly as Travie teased a nipple with her tongue then choked out a moan as she sucked it into her mouth. It was Bilvy's second favourite of Travie's tricks that drove her absolutely insane.
Moving quickly down the rest of her, Travie reached her soaked through underwear. The next thing to come was the first on Bilvy's aforementioned list. Pushing her pliant legs apart, Travie mouthed along her covered pussy. Bilvy's legs shook with the effort of not closing then as she squirmed under Travie's hot mouth. Travie laid an arm over her hips, pressing Bilvy into the couch cushions as she teased her aching arousal with her tongue. Bilvy couldn't take it, she writhed and whimpered, willing to do anything for a real touch.
"Travie, please," she as good as sobbed, "I can't take it,"
It took a moment too long for Travie to stop, to smirk at her. It took a moment too long for her underwear to come off, Travie forcing her legs to stay parted as cool air hit her wet, sensitive clit. It took too long for Travie to take off her clothes, stripping to just her sports bra and an old pair of boxers.
"You’ve been- so patient," Travie praised between kisses to Bilvy's thighs, "You've been so good,"
Words failed her. Every plea she'd had on the tip of her tongue, every promise, every quip, died. She was left with just her moaning and whining and whimpering and the feeling of her legs and hips and pussy begging for more attention. When the first finger pushed in, it wasn't enough. Travie was good but they'd done this so many times before, she needed more. And Travie knew that, knew how to take care of her despite the threats and the teasing. Quickly, she pushed another finger in, taking just a moments pause before moving out, then in, then scissoring her fingers inside. Her other hand pressed down onto Bilvy's hip, steadying her as she fingered her slowly. Too slowly.
Bilvy's complaint must have been made known- or maybe her girlfriend was just psychic- because she frowned at Bilvy, asked,
"Think you can take another one?"
But still, words escaped her though her lips parted to reply. She nodded fervently, hoping Travie would take the hint. Hoping it was enough to please.
"What was that? I can't hear you." Travie murmured, evilly. Bilvy couldn't, she just couldn't make her jaw move, the words wouldn't come. Even when Travie removed her fingers, a pitiful whine was all Bilvy could do. After a moment, Travie leaned in close and kissed her. It was soft and not punishing.
"Use your words,"
Bilvy squeezed her eyes shut, drawing up what little coherence was left in her. Her legs were shaking, her neck hurt from the armrest, her pussy ached and dripped. She needed this so fucking bad. If she didn't get to cum right now she was going to scream or explode or possibly burst into flames. She wanted it so bad.
"More," she whimpered, lips almost grazing Travie's, "Please, fuck, please, more,"
Travie's thumb brushed lightly across her clit and she moaned, unable to stop herself from arching into the touch. She was going to fall apart, she could feel it.
"Please, Travie, please, I need you, fuck, I can't take it, please,"
The shock of three fingers inside her all at once was almost enough to send her over the edge. Travie was relentless, thrusting in and out of her fast.
"Good girl," she praised, her voice low and sweet, vibrating against Bilvy's collar bones, "Been such a good girl,"
It was so good. It was so much. It was too good. It was too much. Travie curled her fingers inside of her and it felt like every inch of her consciousness had focused in on that one spot, the repeated hit of perfection, her every sense consumed with pleasure. She needed release and Travie's talking was making her so close.
"You've been so good for me," she was saying, "So patient... You wanna cum now?"
She was going to start crying, she needed it so bad, she was so fucking close, she just needed Travie to-
"Be a good girl, baby, come on. Cum for me."
With one more crook of Travie's fingers, Bilvy was cumming so hard white flooded her vision. It felt so good, so perfect, Travie was so good to her, she was going to pass out, she was seeing stars. Then, she was choking through the aftershocks as Travie coaxed her through it.
Then, too much. She pushed Travie's hand away who took the hint and pulled out gently. She collapsed on top of Bilvy, rubbing her wet fingers on her t-shirt.
"Gross," she muttered, still trying to regain a semi-normal heartbeat, "Get up, you next,"
"Too, tired," Travie muttered into her collar and she scoffed. She knew her girlfriend better than that.
"Liar,"
Travie pressed a kiss to the exposed skin, "You got me there. Still, need a minute though."
Moving her boneless arms just enough to wrap around Travie, she sighed, "Okay,"
Travie's body was cool against her own overheated skin and when she moved in closer, she crushed Bilvy's tit a little. She didn't have the heart to tell Travie to move though, tit pain be damned. She turned to press a kiss to her girlfriends face, whichever part she could reach at this angle. She loved Travie. She wouldn't swap this life for any other.
Plus, they would totally be having round two later.