Page 37 of The Artist's Rival
Tatiana can feel her legs getting impatient, the blissful tingling around her thighs makes her cling to Ellie tighter, feeling her skin against her own in an act of confirmation—she will get what she wants, sooner or later. They delight in their bodies fitting into one another, their ancient dance feels fated, embraced by the moony glimpses of night.
Ellie is on top, sliding down Tatiana’s body to lick her nipples with a teasing lightness. Tatiana’s hips grind, unashamed to show how badly she wants to be touched, to be possessed by Ellie’s hands, tongue, mouth, only to be had by Ellie. She begins to tremble lightly with anticipation, at first determined to tame it, but after a while giving in entirely.
“Oh, I see what your legs are doing,” Ellie whispers, laying her hand in between Tatiana’s thighs, still in her underwear. She keeps on licking her nipples, while her hand holds Tatiana’s pussy steadily and in no rush to take off the underwear, feeling the material get more and more wet. Tatiana’s hips force themselves stronger against Ellie’s touch, pleading.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Of course, darling,” Ellie responds, laying her lips once more against Tatiana’s, and sliding her underwear down. She moans with pleasure a little, feeling how deliciously wet and ready Tatiana’s pussy is. She feels every part of her vulva, then begins circling around her opening. Her fingers are still a bit cold, making Tatiana shiver a little.
“Do you want me inside?” Ellie asks, teasing.
Her fingers begin sliding in, only an inch, only half a fingertip in, then they slide out immediately. This sets Tatiana’s body aflame, desperate to finally get fucked.
“I do, I do,” she nods, her eyebrows tightly knit and mouth open. “Please fuck me,” she begs.
“Alright.” Ellie slides in three fingers, feeling Tatiana’s pussy stretch to accommodate her. Tatiana gasps in her delightful moaning voice, glazed by bliss.
“Oh yes, please,” she moans, setting her legs wider apart.
“Good, good girl,” Ellie whispers into Tatiana’s ear.
She keeps the steady rhythm that always brings Tatiana to the shivering, head twisting moment. Then once she is there, she pushes the rest of her hand inside Tatiana just like she did that first time. She grabs Tatiana’s wrists and puts them above her head, which lets little whimpers out of Tatiana’s mouth, nicely open and soft.
“Keep your hands there,” Ellie commands.
Tatiana begins moaning louder, putting her thighs together, twisting away.
“Tatiana look at me,” Ellie says, a little out of breath. “Open your legs,” she commands.
Tatiana does what she’s told, feeling on the edge. Ellie’s hand knows the rhythm and is restlessly working, bringing Tatiana to tears.
Tatiana knows she is close, very close. She feels a finger from Ellie’s other hand teasing her anus and she feels overwhelmed with her own excitement.
Ellie owning her body and fucking her every which way excites her like nothing else.
“Please..uh..” she moans as Ellie’s finger pushes deep inside her ass and it feels like the most incredible thing she can imagine.
“Come on, come for me,” Ellie says gently.
“Can I?”
“Yes you can.” Ellie fucks her a bit more strongly, making Tatiana cry out, tensing up her thighs and face.
Tatiana feels all her nerves tied up and twisted around Ellie’s hand and finger stretching her pussy and her ass. Then, she feels her orgasm building and building unit it tips over the edge and crashes around her; she relaxes her legs, looking sheepishly at Ellie. For a moment, they don’t say anything, only curl up together under the sheets, breathing heavily and holding each other’s sweaty bodies.
Tatiana gets very sleepy, a habit they both used to laugh about as something likening her to a man after her orgasm,
“I’m so sleepy,” she yawns. “That felt good.”
“That felt very good,” Ellie kisses her forehead, feeling slightly tired as well.
“I love you,” Tatiana murmurs, hopefully.
“I love you, too.” Ellie smiles and her smile is like the sunshine.
“I think I need to shower, though.”
“Yes, let’s shower,” Tatiana decides, shaking her head to wake up and starting to get up from the bed. They enter the bathroom, laying gentle kisses on each other’s lips. Ellie takes Tatiana in her arms in the hot stream of water, and they stay that way for a while, simply feeling each other breathe, feeling the subtle movement of each other’s chests. They share a very wet kiss, bathed by the abundance of water and comfort, leaning on the shower’s wall. They can read from each other’s eyes the feeling of being home.