CHAPTER 3

Agatha opened her front door to the human embodiment of a young goddess. Rio was just her height, dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, a long tailored coat engulfed her hidden frame.

“Hey.” The girl's smile brightened as Agatha looked around her for something. Rio’s brow lifting. “You did give me your address to come over right?” She gave Agatha an appraising look that had her feeling so hot she almost felt the need to dump herself into the snow to cool off. 

Agatha cleared her throat and opened the door more fully. “Come in.” She swept her robe with a grand flourish – forgetting it wasn’t her long suit jacket, revealing a good view of her pale legs. Her mind hearing the faint laughter behind her as if a trickster had been let into her home, the sounds of Rio’s enjoyment seeming to linger as they bounced merrily around her walls.

Agatha turned back to ask Rio if she would like something to drink, when she found Rio face to face with her. Her blue eyes went wide. Rio’s hand moving up to cup her face.

“You’re breathtaking.” Her eyes flashed as she took a small step back and reached into her pocket. Pulling out a slightly crumpled flower. “I know a beautiful lady deserves at least a humble offer of beauty in return, I… I picked this on my way out.” She seemed almost shy for a moment. “I have a little greenhouse in the back of my home.” She licked her lips, extending her hand. “It’s silly but…”

Agatha extended her fingers, but Rio bypassed her and placed the thin petals and stem into her hair. Agatha shook her head with a smile, trying not to fall for the younger woman’s easy charm. “Is this your move?”

Rio’s eye’s flashed, a smile blooming on her face, mock offense painted across her lips. “My move?” She chuckled. “I can guarantee Jeremy wouldn’t have brought you a flower.”

Agatha tilted her head in question and Rio rolled her eyes. “One of the ten men and counting that couldn’t read that you were looking for a woman and not their male ego’s to accompany you on your nobel journey home.”

Agatha’s fingers absentmindedly found the flower, removing it from her hair and settling it on the table. “Ah,” She smiled. “Well what can I say? I do like the bad boys,” She took a step forward keeping her eyes locked on Rio’s lips as her voice dropped into a breathy whisper. “Are you a bad boy, Rio?” Her eyes flicked up to Rio’s for only a moment before returning to her obsession with her lips.

Rio’s eyes dilated into black pools. “The baddest.” And she reached behind Agatha’s neck and brought their lips crashing together.

Agatha started to frantically untie Rio’s jacket, pushing it from her shoulders as she kept her mouth busy, licking along Rio’s lips, asking with mock politeness to be let in. Rio ran her thumb down to Agatha’s pulse point as she lightly pressed down, parting her lips and letting Agatha past. Agatha ran her tongue along the roof of Rio’s mouth, venturing deeper and when she felt her gasp, she pulled back ripping her robe from her own body, leaving herself in only lingerie. 

Rio’s eyes hungrily taking in the ensemble with a low whistle. “Damn. I must have been good this year,”

Agatha’s mind flashed with a memory from another time, her critical eyes looking down at herself to see what she might see, when Rio’s fingers caught her chin. “Fuck, Agatha, Get. Naked. Right. Now.” She ripped her own tshirt over her head, the cotton surprisingly had nothing beneath it. The younger woman followed with pushing her sweatpants, that she had thrown on in a hurry, to the ground. Her barely-there bright green thong made Agatha smile.

“Favorite color?”

Rio smirked. “There’s plenty of time to get to know each other later.” She snatched one of Agatha’s hand’s out of thin air and brought her wrist to her lips, letting her tongue poke out to leave a wet trail in its wake. “Bedroom?”

Agatha nodded dumbly as she pulled Rio into her, her hands perfectly capturing her face. She let her hand tangle into Rio’s hair as she pulled firmly, as she moved to whisper in her ear. “Upstairs. First door on your right.” A moment later, Agatha cried out in surprise as Rio lifted her up, Agatha’s legs tightening around her waist.

“Let’s go.” Rio was surprisingly strong for her size, and it was clear that she must work out, Agtha’s eyes practically rolling back as she imagined what else Rio might be able to do to her.

When they arrived upstairs, Agatha was placed gently on her bed, not thrown, Rio’s lips quickly connecting with hers.

Agatha struggled to catch her breath her mind reminding her of the fact that this woman before her was in the prime of her life. “What is this? A kink for you?”

Rio’s eyes searched hers lost for only a moment before they softened, catching the older woman’s insecurity. “Agatha, if beauty is a kink, then sure, it’s mine.”

Agatha placed her hand to Rio’s chest. “This… this is just one night.” Her voice tumbling out frantically to make the stakes crystal clear. 

Rio paused momentarily, but recovered just as quickly. “Whatever you want, Agatha.” She moved to let her lips trail Agatha’s ear. “Only getting one night with you is torture, but I’ll try and live with the memory.” She nibbled at Agatha’s jaw before sliding her tongue down to her pulse point and sucking the skin there into her mouth firmly, causing Agatha to forget how to breathe.

A dark smile came over Rio as she pressed Agatha firmly into the mattress. “Don’t close your eyes.” She winked before she started her slow descent down Agatha’s body. And while Agatha had not wanted to miss a minute of it, she threw her head back in passion. Crying out loudly as Rio’s lips wrapped around a nipple, her hands scratching down Agatha’s ribs, and further down her stomach before stopping at her underwear.

“How did I touch you?” At Agatha’s blank stare, Rio continued. “In your head… how did I touch you in your mind when you....” Rio’s voice was breathless. Her sound vibrated against Agatha’s hip as she let her teeth drag against bone lightly. She laughed freely. “I can think of a good use for these later…” She moaned in time with Agatha’s hips rising up into her the smell of her hitting Rio’s senses. 

Agatha gasped as Rio’s fingers grabbed her underwear, her voice inquisitive. “Was it off?” She let the band snap, before letting her fingers dangerously dip under the elastic. “Or… was it on.” Just before she reached her destination, she removed her fingers. Agatha’s eyes flew open, then wider still when she felt her underwear slip to the side, and two fingers slip easily into her. Her mouth gasped in shock as waves of pleasure started to build in her core. Rio’s self satisfied smirk dominating her field of vision.

Dark eyes focused on only her. “Fuck, Agatha, you feel so good.”

Agatha forgot any insecurities about her age and started to move with each thrust of Rio’s fingers. 

“Harder.” Was the only response she was capable of, and Rio listened well. She twisted her fingers, bending them, leaning on one arm to press deeper.

Rio leaned her head down, as if she were about to pray, and let her lips leave a trail of wet kisses down her slit before letting her tongue join the fun.

Agatha gasped, her chest thrusting into the air. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment and didn’t have a clue nor did she care what came next. “Please…” she didn’t know what she wanted, only that she knew Rio could give it to her. As Rio’s fingers started to rub harder and make more contact with more of her clit, Agatha started to pant. Rio moving back up her body, her lips coming back to claim Agatha’s neck, sucking lightly, before speaking. “Come on, Agatha, show me your power.”

With that Agatha screamed and her body tightened, fluid rushing down Rio’s hand, the girl’s smile growing wide. “Good girl.”

Agatha tried to catch her breath. She had never let anyone call her that, not even Shannon. But here in the state she was in, with this mystery woman, she let it slide. Her eyes half lidded now due to her orgasm… and the weed.

Rio’s breasts were bare in front of Agatha’s dropping eyes. After a moment, she was finally able to lift her eyes to the younger woman’s, seeing a brilliant smile. As she let her body relax into her soft mattress, she felt herself being pulled under, and she was out like a light.