Light seeped in through the crack in the curtains, enveloping the bedroon in a gentle glow. Inside, there was silence, except the slightly laboured breathing of one Caitlyn Kiramman.
Caitlyn inhales sharply, her eyes fluttering shut. She bites down on her bottom lip, attempting in vain to muffle the lewd noises that are desperate to escape her. Lithe fingers find sensitive skin and Caitlyn's fingers begin gently circling her clit, teasing herself. She whines, willing for her wife to wake up and take care of her the way she needs. Alas, her hope is fruitless, and Vi remains blissfully oblivious to the turmoil her wife is facing.
A quiet groan escapes Caitlyn's lips as her fingers begin rubbing herself with more fervour, hips bucking up into her own touch as she continues to touch herself in small, tight circles. A rustle of the sheets causes Caitlyn's attention to shift, watching Vi as she stirs slightly. Oh, how Caitlyn wishes she could run her hands through that shock pink hair, tugging softly as tendrils of pleasure rock through her, trace her tongue over taut abs, feeling them quiver beneath her. The thought made her whimper, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between her thighs.
Caitlyn's movements begin to get desperate, her fingers exploring her dripping pussy, gathering the wetness before slowly, experimentally, dipping two digits past her entrance. A gasp of pleasure escapes Caitlyn, eliciting a small groan from Vi because of the noise. The pink-haired woman stirs, turning to her side as her eyes flutter open, catching the blue-haired woman in the act.
"Well, good morning to me," Vi mumbles, voice slightly hoarse from sleep. The brawler smirks, her eyes wandering unabashedly over her wife's form. From the deep flush on her neck and chest, to the way her hips are canting into her movements, or the way her eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure: the sight of Caitlyn makes Vi want to pounce on her.
Caitlyn can only muster a whimper in response, her fingers curling up to hit her front wall as she hears the slight rasp in Vi's voice from sleep, the husk in her tone making Caitlyn feel even more needy. Her breaths are starting so sound more like pants, a coil tightening in her stomach as she feels Vi's gaze burning into her. The thought of being watched only turns Caitlyn on more, her pace never slowing.
Vi groans, rubbing her thighs together as she feels a prominent ache between her legs, the boxers she slept on now positively ruined with the growing wetness she feels gathering. One of her hands slips under the tank top that clings to her muscles, gently cupping her breast, her thumb brushing over the hardening bud atop the soft flesh. Vi doesn't dare to avert her gaze, the sight of Caitlyn so lost in pleasure making her brain buzz with endorphins, the urge to please her wife almost irresistible.
"My love, I'm close. Gods, Violet," Caitlyn moans out, her back arching as her eyes open wide, turning to Vi. The sight that meets her is one Caitlyn begs to be burnt into her mind forever. Vi has spread her thighs open, with her boxers pulled down her hips, letting them bunch halfway down her thighs. The pink-haired woman's fingers are now toying with the stiff bud between her legs, rubbing the sensitive flesh in small, tight circles. Her eyes are closed now: she's getting off to the sound of Caitlyn's desperate voice.
"You gonna cum for me, cupcake? All over your pretty little fingers?" The tension in the air is palpable as Caitlyn chases her release, while Vi is touching herself at a much more leisurely pace. Vi smirks at the small whimper her comment evokes from Caitlyn, biting her lip as her wife cries out in bliss.
Caitlyn doesn't have time to respond; her orgasm wracks through her with such a force she sees stars. The blue-haired woman's eyes snap shut, a breathy moan slipping past her lips as she fucks herself through her peak, fingers never slowing their relentless attack against her sensitive spot. Cait trembles and convulses while she cums, the evidence of her pleasure smeared across her thighs and fingers.
As her wife reaches her peak, Vi grows more desperate, fingers pinching and rolling her clit quickly as her other hand palms at her breast, tugging and pulling her nipple between her thumb and index finger. The sounds in the room are almost pornographic, wet skin on skin, heavy breathing and needy moans. Vi soon follows Caitlyn over the edge, groaning quietly as her body stiffens: muscles growing rigid and breath catching in her throat.
Caitlyn rolls over, facing Vi as they both recover from their combined pleasure. Her eyes have darkened with desire, the lust she feels not dampened despite having just released some of the tension she feels. Vi's pupils dilate at the needy expression on Caitlyn's face, and she wastes no time in capturing her wife's lips in a searing kiss.
Caitlyn is on top of Vi in an instant, straddling her waist. Cait gently nips Vi's lower lip, pulling it between her teeth as a needy whine escapes her. Vi lets out a chuckle, the sound turning into a gasp as Caitlyn nips at her lips. The brawler grips at Caitlyn's hips, squeezing gently while Caitlyn begins to roll her hips on top of Vi. Vi's abs harden under her wife, giving her a more pleasurable surface to grind on.
Caitlyn's clit rubs against each of the dips in Vi's abdomen, her body shivering with sensitivity as she moans breathlessly into the kiss. Vi pulls away, earning a groan from Caitlyn, but the brawler quickly attaches her lips to the neck of her wife, nipping at the sensitive skin. She bites softly at a spot just below Caitlyn's jawline, running her tongue along the mark to soothe it. The pink-haired woman grips her wife's hips harder, almost brusing the pale skin as her lips keep leaving red marks on the unblemished skin of Caitlyn.
Vi's lips continue their descent, latching onto a pert nipple and sucking harshly. Caitlyn cries out, her fingers tangling into Vi's hair and tugging Vi closer to her breast. Vi happily obliges, teeth skimming over the light brown skin before biting harder, making Caitlyn writhe as she quickly approaches her second release.
Caitlyn pants heavily, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the familiar tremble in her thighs and coil in her stomach. She lets out a cry of pleasure, her clit pressing against the taut abs of Vi, and finally feels the dam break. The grip she has on Vi's hair tightens tenfold, Caitlyn's entire body stiffens and tenses while she peaks, her release coating Vi's toned stomach. Flashes of pleasure erupt between Caitlyn's legs, and she's overwhelmed by the sensations.
Vi softens her grip on the blue-haired woman's hips, now rubbing softly as Caitlyn collapses against her, the burning need inside her finally satiated. Gasps fill their bedroom as Caitlyn comes down from her high, while Vi whispers soothing words into her ear to help bring her back down to earth. The brawler begins gently kissing back up her wife's neck, peppering her blotched skin with soft pecks. When Vi reaches Caitlyn's lips, she pecks them softly, smiling lovingly at the gorgeous sight above her.
Eventually, after getting cleaned up, the two settle back into bed to recover from their eventful morning. The soft sounds of snoring engulfs the room, the married couple drifting off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace. They couldn't have been happier. It felt fantastic. Fucking fantastic.