She lets out a deep, satisfied sigh as her muscles relax. Kate pulls away with a smirk, wiping her mouth against the back of her hand as she stands.
“Come here, damn you.” Anthea pulls her in for a deep, searching kiss, licking her own tangy taste out of Kate’s mouth.
While she’s still soft and boneless, Kate pushes against her shoulders, tumbling her onto the sofa. Sprawled against the cushions, Anthea quirks a smile as Kate steps around and straddles her hips, one knee tucked up by her side and the other leg braced against the floor. She grasps Anthea’s hand and pushes it between her legs; taking the hint, Anthea drags her fingers up through Kate’s wetness, circling her clit.
Kate closes her eyes, letting her head fall back as she drags her hands slowly up her body, over her hips and ribcage to palm her breasts. She holds their weight in her hands, thumbing over her nipples, mimicking the rhythm of Anthea’s fingers on her clit. She squirms a bit, wriggling her hips against Anthea’s fingers.
Rolling a nipple between her fingers, Kate drops the other hand behind her, between Anthea’s legs, and for a moment Anthea’s fingers stutter as Kate finds her clit unerringly. She recovers, though, and the two stroke in tandem, fingers frantic and blood pounding. Anthea can feel Kate swell under her, juices slick and viscous on her hand, and she tilts her hips up to meet Kate’s hand, her cunt open and wanting.
The sight of Kate curling above her, head thrown back, eyes screwed tight, biting her lip and pulling on one nipple, pitches her over the edge as much as the sensation in her cunt. Kate grinds down against her, demanding, and they both rub eagerly, hands fumbling and a bit out of sync as they reach climax together. Anthea feels Kate’s come on her stomach, slick and hot, and Kate’s thighs clench tight then relax around her hips.
Kate collapses onto her chest, letting her body go limp. She lays there for a moment, panting into Anthea’s hair, and Anthea lets her arm fall to one side. After a moment, Kate disengages, their bodies pulling apart stickily, and slides to the floor, where she stretches on the rug. Anthea giggles before a tug on her arm pulls her off the sofa to fall on the ground next to Kate.
Anthea arches her back, rolling out the tension in her vertebrae, before collapsing back onto the floor. Kate rolls onto her stomach and kisses Anthea’s shoulder, tongue darting across the sweat-dampened skin. Anthea smiles lazily in response. They lie there, together, Kate drawing circles on Anthea’s arm, the backs of Anthea’s knuckles skimming against Kate’s hip.
After long, lazy minutes, the sweat and come and Anthea’s body begins to cool; she feels a shiver pass over her, gooseflesh forming under Kate’s fingertips. “Shower?” she asks, and starts to stand without waiting for Kate’s answer.
Her muscles, pleasantly warmed from their recent activity, still hold a deep tension. It’s been a long day, after all, working with Buckingham’s security detail and organizing helicopters. Kate’s can’t have been much better – at least Anthea’s been conscious for hers. A nice hot shower, to clean and warm and relax, beacons.
She passes through the bedroom to get to the master bath, Kate following leisurely behind, and turns on the tap, hot as she can stand. Stepping under it, she bows her head and lets the water soak down to her scalp, dripping over her forehead and down the tip of her nose. Kate steps in behind her, sliding the door closed and pressing close to let the water flow over their joined bodies.
Fill: Stress Relief (3/5)
“Come here, damn you.” Anthea pulls her in for a deep, searching kiss, licking her own tangy taste out of Kate’s mouth.
While she’s still soft and boneless, Kate pushes against her shoulders, tumbling her onto the sofa. Sprawled against the cushions, Anthea quirks a smile as Kate steps around and straddles her hips, one knee tucked up by her side and the other leg braced against the floor. She grasps Anthea’s hand and pushes it between her legs; taking the hint, Anthea drags her fingers up through Kate’s wetness, circling her clit.
Kate closes her eyes, letting her head fall back as she drags her hands slowly up her body, over her hips and ribcage to palm her breasts. She holds their weight in her hands, thumbing over her nipples, mimicking the rhythm of Anthea’s fingers on her clit. She squirms a bit, wriggling her hips against Anthea’s fingers.
Rolling a nipple between her fingers, Kate drops the other hand behind her, between Anthea’s legs, and for a moment Anthea’s fingers stutter as Kate finds her clit unerringly. She recovers, though, and the two stroke in tandem, fingers frantic and blood pounding. Anthea can feel Kate swell under her, juices slick and viscous on her hand, and she tilts her hips up to meet Kate’s hand, her cunt open and wanting.
The sight of Kate curling above her, head thrown back, eyes screwed tight, biting her lip and pulling on one nipple, pitches her over the edge as much as the sensation in her cunt. Kate grinds down against her, demanding, and they both rub eagerly, hands fumbling and a bit out of sync as they reach climax together. Anthea feels Kate’s come on her stomach, slick and hot, and Kate’s thighs clench tight then relax around her hips.
Kate collapses onto her chest, letting her body go limp. She lays there for a moment, panting into Anthea’s hair, and Anthea lets her arm fall to one side. After a moment, Kate disengages, their bodies pulling apart stickily, and slides to the floor, where she stretches on the rug. Anthea giggles before a tug on her arm pulls her off the sofa to fall on the ground next to Kate.
Anthea arches her back, rolling out the tension in her vertebrae, before collapsing back onto the floor. Kate rolls onto her stomach and kisses Anthea’s shoulder, tongue darting across the sweat-dampened skin. Anthea smiles lazily in response. They lie there, together, Kate drawing circles on Anthea’s arm, the backs of Anthea’s knuckles skimming against Kate’s hip.
After long, lazy minutes, the sweat and come and Anthea’s body begins to cool; she feels a shiver pass over her, gooseflesh forming under Kate’s fingertips. “Shower?” she asks, and starts to stand without waiting for Kate’s answer.
Her muscles, pleasantly warmed from their recent activity, still hold a deep tension. It’s been a long day, after all, working with Buckingham’s security detail and organizing helicopters. Kate’s can’t have been much better – at least Anthea’s been conscious for hers. A nice hot shower, to clean and warm and relax, beacons.
She passes through the bedroom to get to the master bath, Kate following leisurely behind, and turns on the tap, hot as she can stand. Stepping under it, she bows her head and lets the water soak down to her scalp, dripping over her forehead and down the tip of her nose. Kate steps in behind her, sliding the door closed and pressing close to let the water flow over their joined bodies.