Page 24 of The Artist's Rival

“When you do it, I feel such a mixture of feelings it really turns me on.” She runs her fingers through Tatiana’s hair. “It’s like my mind has no idea what to do, so my body takes over and gets horny.”

“I like that,” Tatiana chuckles. “I want to eat you out on the table.”

She gets up from her knees, giving Ellie’s ass another slap of encouragement.

They get to the table, and she pushes the drawings aside as Ellie lays down. Tatiana removes Ellie’s underwear finally and begins working with her tongue, circling and sliding. Ellie tightens her grip on Tatiana’s hair.

Her legs begin dancing around Tatiana’s head, thighs pulsing with the sweetest rhythm. Tatiana speeds up, ever so slightly, feeling how wet Ellie’s gotten right in her mouth.

She lifts her head up.

“You’re so wet for me, honey”

“Just fuck me, please,” Ellie utters, horribly taken out of the rhythm.

Tatiana climbs on the table, laying right atop Ellie.

“I’ll fuck you to death, and I want to see you die right next to my face,” she says, kissing Ellie’s lips. “Can you taste yourself?”

“Mhm,” Ellie nods.

“Good,” Tatiana says, reaching in between Ellie’s legs.

Ellie spreads them out greedily, begging to be touched. Tatiana begins tracing them with her hand, without any rush, with a feather-like gentleness. Sometimes she gets almost close enough, but then her fingers make another detour, torturing, infuriating.

“Please, fuck me,” Ellie moans, wet and spread out on the table.

“Should I?” Tatiana teases, fingers rolling around on the delicate skin.

“Yes,” Ellie nods, desperate.

Tatiana’s fingers finally seem on the right track, sliding around and finally, she lets one finger into Ellie.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

She slides in the second one, moving only slightly, still only teasing, looking deep into Ellie’s hungry eyes.

“Do you want to get fucked, Ellie?”

“Yes, I’m begging you,” she moans.

Having heard what she wanted, Tatiana gets to work. Her agile fingers know their way around Ellie’s body surprisingly well, stretching her out and pressing with a steady rhythm. Ellie’s voice sounds particularly pretty when moaning, Tatiana thinks, looking at the hardened nipples through Ellie’s shirt.

“Take the shirt off for me,” she instructs, as her fingers continue to fuck Ellie.

Ellie struggles but follows through, exposing herself obediently. Tatiana gets closer and starts licking Ellie’s nipples while fucking her, feeling for her G spot, tongue tracing little circles on her nipples, her thumb against Ellie’s clitoris.

When Ellie’s thighs begin shivering, she knows she’s close. Her head bends back, and she cries out loudly as she squirts filling the palm of Tatiana’s hand.

Tatiana smiles to herself as Ellie Matthews, the ethereal goddess comes apart for her fingers.

–

Laying together on the table, the two cuddle, watching the street stretching outside the gigantic window. Their legs lay intertwined, Tatiana’s head next to Ellie’s chest. Their breathing flows steady and deep, unified.

“Well, it’s nice we can lie here this time,” says Tatiana after a while of silence.