Chapter 2
“…I need to taste you…”
Wanda finds herself saying aloud, surprising the both of them as she delicately holds the sides of Agatha’s head.
They stare at each other for a minute longer until
Agatha aggressively presses Wanda’s lips with her own, pushing up against her…
Wanda finds the warmth of Agatha’s body on her. They pant heavily once they pull apart between kisses; eyelids lowering and then Agatha flinching from the touch of Wanda gripping her by the shoulders.
Resting their foreheads together, Agatha guides Wanda’s left hand on her right breast and peers back at her willingly.
I’m ready when you are.
Agatha deepens a few more kisses that makes them both light-headed with happiness.
“Sit over there,” Wanda whispers, acknowledging the lemon yellow lounge chair at the far corner across from them.
Agatha moves towards the chair and then leans back with such a smugness to her, it makes Wanda feel dumb and small—like she suddenly became a servant and Agatha became a queen.
“Keep going, Wands. Show that pretty mouth of yours what it can really do!”
Wanda licks her lips as she starts pulling down the beige uniform pants Agatha has been wearing. When they’re completely off, the redhead leans up and takes turns latching onto Agatha’s breasts; sucking each nipple tenderly.
Agatha gathers the back of Wanda’s bright orange hair the second she’s burrowed between Agatha’s legs—kissing every inch of the soft flesh of inner thighs and nose diving along the cotton lining of her underwear.
Wanda listens to Agatha’s cries of pleasure while she’s nuzzling her through the panties and fingering to make the older woman sopping wet.
Soon after, Agatha slurps two of Wanda’s black nail polish fingers just when she sticks them in her mouth. Agatha’s tongue rolls underneath them until Wanda pulls out for more kisses.