Fifteen
Rio stops moving at my turn.
Everythign in her stills - her hands, her breath. Just stops.
She moves, slowly - controlled, climbing back up the bed. She leaves a trail of kisses, starting at Agatha’s lower back, then her spine. She takes her time - letting Agatha catch her breath. When she gets to the dip just beneath her shoulder blade, she almost dies when Agatha lets out a soft sigh. Barely a sigh - but she’s caught her breath.
Agatha begins to turn underneath her, and she shifts, pulling back to give Agatha the space.
And then Agatha is underneath her - eyes at half mast, mouth parted, hair the perfect mess. Rio swears, if her knees weren’t already on the bed, stuck in between Agatha’s, they would be buckling.
Agatha’s looking up at her, her breath completely steady now, more focused almost. Her eye’s search around her face and then they lock onto Rio’s, biting her lower lip.
“I want you to come like this.”
Rio forgets how to breathe.
Fuck.
Rio leans down and kisses her. Slow, deliberate. Lips sliding across each other, her tongue darting out just to lick at Agatha’s lip.
Agatha tastes like last night.
Rio fucking loves it.
She feels Agatha’s hands drift up her body, light at first, almost tickling. Then they’re on her ribs, around her waist, before it continues down, slow and careful. Teasing.
Rio’s hips jerk forward. She’s soaked - no - dripping. Rio hasn’t stopped wanting her since last night.
And Agatha was touching her.
“Did I do this to you?” Agatha asks, sweetly, almost innocently.
But it almost comes out breathy too, like she liked this.
Rio nods, “It’s all from you.”
Agatha smiles up at her. Like she just got a prize. As if she doesn’t realize how hot she is - underneath Rio like this. As if she hadn’t just come in Rio’s arms not once but twice.
Then fingers press to her clit. Just like that. No warning.
Rio falls forward, arms buckling. She has to actively stop her hips from slamming down into Agatha’s hand.
Agatha’s fingers circle then, slow. Tight. Just the right amount of pressure.
Rio’s dying. Or she’s already dead.
Jury’s still out on that one.
And then - “I want to try something,” Agatha murmurs. Quiet.
And Rio would quite literally do nearly anything Agatha wanted to do. She’s not going to even ask what. Right now? Rio would beg.
Agatha uses her other hand, searching the bed, eyes still on Rio. Her other hand still between her legs. Still touching her.
Rio hears the rustle of sheets, digging through the cotton. It would be ridiculous if Agatha’s touch wasn’t so perfect.
And then Agatha’s hand found whatever she was looking for.
Rio feels the sheet tug down and Rio looks down -
Oh.
The vibrator.
The one she just used on Agatha.
That’s still glistening - just a bit - even in the dark of the hotel room.
She feels her mouth go dry. Her hips twitch forward on their own accord.
Agatha doesn’t say anything. She starts dragging it down her own body, slow. Like a fucking show.
Rio can’t stop watching.
She trails it over her chest - brushing over a nipple, pebbling at the contact. Rio gulps. Then down her chest, over her stomach. Still a little wet.
Then she stops, right between her thighs.
And Rio wants it. Wants to do it just like this - how Agatha wants.
Agatha presses the toy to herself and Rio’s eyes snap up to hers - they’re dark.
”Come here,” Agatha murmurs.
Rio’s nodding and moving forward.
Her movements are shaky but careful. She presses her hips forward until she’s right there - her own center against the vibrator, now pressed flush between them both.
Her breath catches at the contact. It’s not even on yet.
And then Agatha’s smile grows just a bit and she feels her hand twist beneath the.
Agatha presses the button.
The first vibration hits like a jolt. Deep - sharp.
Rio collapses onto her forearms immediately - one on each side of Agatha’s head. Their foreheads brush and Rio leans down to kiss her.
Rio feels Agatha smile into the kiss - the one that she fell into.
Normally, Rio isn’t so reactive - but she doesn’t care right now. Not with Agatha spread out underneath her like this.
This position is too fucking good. Agatha flat on her back, her legs parted, body flushed and twitching. Their chests brushed with each breath.
Rio presses her hips forward, slow, careful - testing.
Her response is immediate. Agatha’s head falls back into the pillow, mouth dropping open in a sharp gasp. Her back arches up like she’s trying to chase the pressure.
The hand holding the vibrator drops and finds Rio’s hip. It grips hard. And then it’s pulling.
That’s all Rio needs.
She presses forward again, hips rolling tighter, and Agatha’s nails dig into her skin. She’s holding her there. Wanting more.
The sound that comes out of Agatha is breathy and raw. Rio nearly comes just from that.
Rio leans down, kisses her neck - soft at first, then rougher as her hips speed up.
She whispers into her skin, “Good?”
She’s still moving, grinding into her. Slow. Deep.
“Fuck yes,” Agatha gasps. “I love you fucking me like this.”
Rio’s brain stops. But her body responds, hips snapping harder and faster. She can’t help it.
Rio’s always focused on the other woman first. Always made sure it was about them. But Agatha - Agatha is so warm and wet and shaking underneath her and Rio had already made her come twice. Her body is still twitching with it. Still so fucking responsive.
And now she’s saying this.
Rio’s so fucking close. Her hips are moving faster - like she’s chasing something - more sounds from her.
Agatha’s moans are in her ear. Loud. Broken. Fucking perfect.
Rio bites her lip hard., trying not to let sound crawl out of her throat. She’s close. So close it almost hurts.
Then Agatha whispers, “Fuck, Rio, you’re gonna make me come again.”
And Rio almost loses it right there. Her body locks for a second - her body shuddering once.
She can’t let go yet. She won’t. Not until Agatha does.
She leans in closer, voice rougher than before, breathier than before, “you feel so good underneath me.” Her breathing is all over the place, but she pushes through it. “You’re doing so good. Taking it so good for me.”
Agatha arches into her, hand clawing at Rio’s back.
She feels it - when Agatha comes. Agatha’s body clenches around her, breath stuttering in Rio’s ear - like a broken sob. And yeah, that does something to her.
Rio doesn’t slow down. She can’t. She’s too far gone. Too close. She keeps grinding, hips tight and fast.
Then Agatha’s hand are on her face, pulling her up off her neck. Dragging her mouth back to hers. Rio follows - gasping. Their lips crash, wet and messy.
Rio’s right on the edge.
And then Agatha fists her hand in Rio’s hair at the base of her neck and yanks her back, just enough.
“Look at me.”
Rio’s eyes snap open.
Blue.
It’s all she sees. Wide and locked on hers. Agatha’s breath is warm against her mouth, open and panting.
”It’s okay,” she whispers. “Let go.”
Rio’s forehead nearly clanks into hers. She’s so close she’s shaking.
“Come for me, baby”
And that’s it.
She shatters. Hard. Her eyes locked on Agatha’s even when they start to blur. She hold them open, barely, because fuck - Agatha told her to.
She moans loud against her mouth. Gasps into her lips. Agatha bites down on her bottom lip, and that only pulls another sound - a groan — out of Rio’s throat.
Agatha breaks the eye contact first - just barely. Just as Rio’s breathing starts to steady again.
“Fuck, I love seeing you come for me,” Agatha says.
Rio groans, hips still rolling but slow, she’s sensitive. She feels raw.
And then Agatha’s hand is sliding down her back, gripping her hip hard.
“Keep going.”
Oh.
Agatha can go again?
Rio blinks. Because what the actual fuck. After that? But Agatha’s fingers tighten again - insistent on her hip.
Well, fuck.
Rio presses forward again. Fast. Even though she’s still trembling. Even though every nerve is lit up. It doesn’t matter.
She’d do it again and again if Agatha told her to.
She watches the way Agatha arches and her mouth falls open in a silent moan.
“Fuck, Rio - Rio I’m gonna come again.” She sounds breathy and desperate. “What the - what the fuck - what the fuck are you doing to me?”
Rio almost laughs. Almost. She’s too focused and turned on.
And maybe smug. Just a little bit.
Because she knows Agatha means that. Even if it's in the heat of the moment.
“I’m so close - fuck - just like that -“
Knock knock.
Rio’s hips stutter. Her head snaps up.
Agatha’s eyes are wild. Her grip on Rio’s hip locks tight like a vice. Her legs wrap around Rio’s waist.
“Don’t stop.”
It’s barely a whisper.
Who the hell is Rio to say no?
Rio picks up her pace again, and Agatha moans - moans way too loudly for someone at the door.
Panic flickers in her chest.
Her hand slices up Agatha’s body, palm flattening over her mouth before the next sound can escape.
“Okay?” She whispers.
She feels Agatha’s breath on her skin. Fast and shaky. She nods frantically, eyes half-lidded but wild. Desperate.
Another knock.
Fuck.
Rio presses further, both with her hips and her hand. The shift in pressure sends a jolt through Agatha’s body. She arches beneath her and a wrecked gasp against her palm.
Agatha’s coming.
She rocks her hips slower now, watching Agatha’s face twitch with every aftershock. Even muffled, she’s loud. So fucking loud. It’s insanely hot.
Knock knock.
“Hey, Rio?”
Her whole body tenses.
Alice.
Shit.
Rio watches Agatha’s eyes snap wide - like an owl. Like she just remembered where they were.
Rio’s heart stutters - she’s not sure why. She starts pulling away, “Don’t move.”
She pulls her palm from Agatha’s mouth and feels the ghost of the last moan still humming against it.
The knock again.
Rio yells back, “Coming - hold on, hold on,” and her voice is low and rough and out of breath.
She grabs the sheet fast, dragging it off the bed. She watches Agatha stretch out like a damn cat - the vibrator still resting in between her thighs.
And then Agatha - Agatha who doesn’t want Jen or Alice to know, says “Well I just was.”
And then snorts. Fucking snorts.
Rio lets out a small laugh.
Rio wraps the sheet around herself. She feels it stick to her back, damp with sweat. She doesn’t even glance in the mirror. She knows what she looks like - hair wrecked, lips swollen.
Whatever.
Alice won’t care.
She opens the door and peeks her head around.
And Rio was wrong.
Very wrong.
Alice grins so wide at the sight of her, Rio can see all of her teeth. Like, molars.
“What, Alice?” She says quickly, cutting her off.
Alice’s smile only widens - somehow. “Did I interrupt?”
Rio could be snarky. She could deflect or mess around like she usually does. But she won’t - not with Agatha in her bed and Alice standing in front of her for way too long of her liking.
She just repeats herself, sharper. “What, Alice”
Alice doesn’t even blink. Too busy sniffing out gossip - like a fucking bloodhound. “Is there someone in there with you?” Alice leans in, eyes glinting. “Is it the waitress from last night?”
She knows it’s loud enough for Agatha to hear.
Rio almost laughs.
Because the waitress definitely helped her get into the situation she currently is in.
“Something like that. What do you want?”
Alice beams, “Are you coming to the facial? You missed breakfast.”
Facial?
It takes Rio a full five second to process what the hell Alice is talking about. It can’t be that late. She just check the hotel clock - what, maybe an hour ago?
”Wait, what time is it?”
”10:15,” Alice says. “Our facials are at eleven.”
Fuck.
Rio blinks. Then she turns and looks toward the hotel clock and 5:27 is flashing back at her. Menacingly.
So yeah. Probably broken.
She rubs a hand over her face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll get ready now. Sorry for missing breakfast.”
Alice waves her off. “No problem!” She turns to leave and Rio lets out a breath but then Alice stops and turns back, “Hey, have you heard from Agatha? We’ve been looking for her since, like eight, but she hasn’t answered her door.”
Rio freezes.
Her breath caught in her throat. Stomach flipping.
Alice keeps talking, casual, like she didn’t just throw a grenade into the room.
“She hasn’t even texted us back. Jen thinks she went for a walk or something?”
Rio swallows and then clears her throat. ”Haven’t seen her,” she says.
“Okay! See you soon!” Alice turns and happily walks back towards the lobby of the hotel.