Villanelle sat on the bed, peeling an orange with practiced ease.
Eve watched her with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, as her girlfriends savored each bite with exaggerated moans and sigh. "God, Villanelle," Eve finally said, "Can you please stop making those noises?" It's distracting."
Villanelle opened her eyes and smirked, taking another juicy bite. "Are you jealous of my orange, Eve?"
The brunette rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face. "Of course not." I'm just tired of hearing you make love to it."
Oksana laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, maybe I should show you how I can make love to you instead."
Eve's breath caught in her throat at the suggestion, a warm blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I don't think oranges have anything on me," she replied with a smirk.
The blonde crawled over to Eve, the orange forgotten in her hand. "Is that so?" she whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck.
The Asian woman shivered at the sensation, her fingers tangling in Villanelle's hair. "Absolutely," she breathed. Villanelle chuckled, nipping at Eve's earlobe. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out". She pulled back from the kiss, licking her lips slowly, her green eyes burning with promise. "Go ahead," Eve urged.
Villanelle kissed her again, softer this time, pressing a hand between their bodies. "Your skin is so smooth," she murmured against Eve's mouth.
The Asian woman tried not to be distracted, staring at Villanelle as she bent forward to lick her nipples and went up to her ears whispering alluring little words in French.
She felt the head of her breast slip into Villanelle's hot, wet mouth, swiping lightly over her sensitive nipple, humming appreciatively around the engorged bud.
The feeling was different than she'd expected—a heat building inside her belly, spreading throughout her entire body, and building pressure in her head until her vision dimmed and everything seemed hazy around her.
When the blissful sensation finally passed, she sagged against Villanelle's waiting mouth.
The blonde raised her eyebrows questioningly, gently withdrawing her mouth. "That didn't feel like much."
Eve shook her head, smiling dreamily. "Oh, that was nothing compared to..." She bit her lip, swallowing hard as she gazed at Villanelle's beautiful face. "Do you want to do that again?"
Villanelle leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from Eve's. "Do I want to do that again?" she purred, her voice low and husky. "Darling, I want to do so much more than that."
Eve felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of Villanelle's gaze. She reached up, cupping Villanelle's face in her hands, and drew her in for another kiss. The blonde responded eagerly, her tongue teasing against Eve's lips and begging for entrance.
Eve opened her mouth and let Villanelle kiss her more deeply. Their tongues danced together in a sensual rhythm as they did so. They broke apart, panting slightly, and Villanelle pressed her forehead against Eve's. "You have no idea how much I want you," she murmured, her hands roaming over Eve's body.
Eve grinned, feeling a rush of desire flood through her veins. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she teased, running her fingers through Villanelle's hair. Villanelle chuckled, nuzzling her nose against Eve's cheek. "Then you know what we should do next," she whispered.
Villanelle's head disappeared between Eve's legs, and the brunette felt herself falling and flying. When she feels the sensation reaching her core, when the contractions begin, she has no control. "Fuck," she moans, whimpering and arching, then releasing a powerful cry. She's cumming hard, violently. And Villanelle can tell and watches the way Eve cums on her face and throat, running her tongue along her clit as she comes and comes and comes.
When Eve falls silent, Villanelle smiles. "You're always so sensitive," she says, kissing her inner thigh, and her breasts, sucking her hard nipples softly and loving the taste of her essence and how it runs along her tongue.
Eve's breathing becomes ragged as she lies underneath her, allowing Villanelle to tease her until she reaches her goal. She finally opens her eyes and looks up into Villanelle's gorgeous green gaze, flushed with passion. "You are so incredible," she breathes, closing her eyes.
"Good," Villanelle whispers, smiling down at her. She lifts Eve again, bringing her into a strong embrace, opening her arms wide as she holds the brunette tightly against her body. She nuzzles her cheek, kissing the corner of her mouth, loving the soft warmth of her breath against her skin.
Lovingly, she turned her laying belly down, her naked back, smooth and perfect. She kissed the back of her neck and traced sweet patterns descending to her derriere, praising the contour of her checks, kissing more and more, biting the sensitive skin, torturing with exquisite licks, opening her to reach with her tongue, inside and around, teasing, massaging the sensitive skin,
It was Eve's turn to moan. She writhed in ecstasy, letting out sounds of absolute joy as her blood was drawn from her brain, flying from her limbs, throbbing through her veins, creating the most extraordinary sensations, tightening and loosening, stiffening and fluttering.
Villanelle kissed her again and again, coaxing her back down, whispering softly. "Mm," Eve moans, collapsing onto the mattress, panting heavily.
The moment she started coming down from her second orgasm, Eve reached out and placed her hands around Villanelle's neck, drawing her in for a deep kiss, closing her eyes as she slid her tongue inside of her mouth, learning the taste and texture of her, devouring her, tasting herself on her tongue.
Villanelle smiled widely.
Eve lay on the bed, panting and gasping for air, feeling completely spent and satisfied. Villanelle had outdone herself this time, sending her into a state of pure ecstasy.
"You're incredible," Eve whispered, gazing up at Villanelle with a mixture of awe and desire.
Villanelle smiled shyly, her eyes half-lidding as she crawled off the bed. "Thank you," she said softly, her gaze lingering on Eve's body.
Eve smirked, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. "You know, Villanelle, I think I'm starting to see why you're so insatiable."
Villanelle raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh really? And why is that?"
Eve rolled over, propping herself up on her elbow as she gazed at Villanelle. "Because you're just too damn good at this," she said, tracing her fingers lightly over Villanelle's bare skin.
Villanelle smiled shyly, her eyes half-lidding as she crawled off the bed. "Thank you," she said softly, pausing at the door to turn and lean back in.
Eve grinned and squeezed her toes. "You're welcome. But don't get too cocky Villanelle. I might just have to show you how it's done."
Villanelle smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'd like to see you try, Eve."
Eve chuckled. "Maybe later," she said, pulling Villanelle in for a cuddle. They wrapped themselves in the covers, their limbs entwined.
"You know," Villanelle said, her fingers tracing patterns on Eve's bare skin. "I think we should do this every morning. Start the day off right, you know?"
Eve grinned, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. "I like the way you think, Villanelle. Maybe we could make it a daily routine."
Villanelle nodded, snuggling closer to Eve. "I'd like that. And we could have big breakfasts too."
Eve laughed, rolling her eyes. "Always thinking about food, Villanelle."
Villanelle shrugged, "What can I say? I love to eat.
"And baby, you are exquisite," she whispered into Eve's ears
Villanelle snuggled closer, her body molding to Eve's, and she wrapped her arms tightly around her girlfriend, holding her close as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.