[It only adds to the intimacy, their mutual refusal to look away from each other while satisfying their need to touch and taste. Because Cellinia looks so perfect there, nibbling lovely little marks wherever she sees fit, Mai can't bring her greedy self to be deprived of such a worshipful display. Even if the flush upon her face only grows in its intensity at being watched like this, Mai can't give her lover the satisfaction of seeing her avert her eyes. Or maybe, this eye contact is satisfaction enough for Cellinia, who did admit to a bit of exhibitionism earlier.
The sting of the bite left upon her neck is but a faint memory in the face of more sweet stimulation. It certainly pales in comparison to the feeling of Cellinia getting even wetter the more that Mai touches her, and the breathy sounds she utters whenever Mai's fingers graze over her in just the right way. The power she holds with a touch so simple and yet so demanding-- it brings an indescribable amusement to Mai's expression.]
Hmm...
[It'd be a lie to say that she isn't disappointed when Cellinia moves to kiss a bit lower after having her fill of the tender flesh of her bosom. The change in position makes it difficult for Mai to keep her fingers massaging splendidly between her damp thighs, and the heat that had once graced her fingertips quickly cools in the welcomed chill from the car's air conditioning. Her dismay is swiftly replaced by a wanton fascination when she watches Cellinia pull off that final bit of clothing, revealing just how messy Mai's touch has left her. It makes her heart race to have a complete view of her magnificent body now, especially the telltale glistening that just begs to be licked up. In due time...
When Mai is shifted back into her seat at Cellinia’s urging, she lays back as much as she is able to in the passenger’s side in order to give the woman easy access to more of her body. The revolver in her lap is quickly snatched up and moved away, but Mai’s fingers don't loosen their hold just yet even while she shifts some more. Her finger half-mindlessly strokes the trigger as her ribs are decorated with little blossoms of red and violet.]
Yeah? Can’t get enough of me, right?
[Those are some dangerous words, Cellinia. On the surface, they merely feed the ego of a girl who’s only known suffering and neglect, who handled a significant abandonment extremely hard. Below that, though, they touch a place where those wounds fester and their roots spread out in search of some sort of relief. How intoxicating it is to be wanted so thoroughly that the need is likened to an addiction?]
Hmph. Gonna keep it a secret, those things you’re saying to me?
[Very pretty things, she hopes, at least from the sound of those foreign words rolling off of that eager tongue. Mai draws the hand she’s kept on the back of Cellinia’s head away, but only just enough so that she may cup the woman’s face hovering delightfully over her stomach. A languid trace of her thumbnail over lips that have kissed their way down her body thus far, and a playful smile accompanying her little quip. Sure, Mai could very well bring her revolver into the mix, pressing the cool steel against those lips instead of using her fingers, but her mind has already conjured up quite the idea for how she’ll come collecting on that fantasy that Cellinia had painted for them over their text messages.
In her other hand, she squeezes the gun’s grip even tighter while imagining her lover lapping the barrel with as much enthusiasm as she has been demonstrating on her upper body. Oh, Mai is quite keen on discovering just how skilled that tongue of hers is, very soon. And it’s all too obvious that it’s what Cellinia desires, as well, with her hands running up and down Mai’s soft thighs. It’s achingly attractive, how she waits for permission, ignoring the urge that undoubtedly wants her to keep going, to take Mai right there in the front seat in all of its cramped discomfort.
She knows-- can tell by the way Cellinia stares up at her-- that once that permission is granted, Mai will have practically offered herself up to the mercy of the wild beast lying in wait. Yes, she can see the hints of that beast dancing in the depths of those pretty eyes, and she wonders exactly how it'll rip her to shreds.]
Yeah, let’s do it.
[Cellinia's suggestion is met with an easy enough reply. There's not much to overthink, is there? Not when her breath is already hot over Mai's still-clothed hips, when her hands are already practicing how they might hold her thighs still while her lips get to feasting. They have no reason to refuse themselves for a moment longer-- what an absolutely silly thing to do. Even Mai, enjoying the tease as much as she does, feels a searing impatience threatening her if she doesn't immediately agree and make her own intentions clear.]
I want you.
[She declares it triumphantly enough, as if offering this blunt confession is a prize that Mai is giving out, here. She's played coy up until now, her words dancing around what she actually desires while her actions demonstrated obvious contradictions of intent. This might be the most honest, the most direct she has been. Such a simple admission that conveys plenty in so few words.
Mai does want her, and she wants to be wanted by her. She can't decide which side of the coin appeals to her more, makes her hotter, makes her mouth water in anticipation. The backseat is just a quick scrambling over seats away-- Mai doesn't hesitate to toss her revolver over first before following soon after. She leans back against the door, her legs half draped over the seats, and a teasing hand stroking up her thigh until it meets the dark fabric of her skirt. Her eyes mischievously watch Cellinia, waiting for her to join her in the back.]
Wanna do the honors? [She asks, talking about her last articles of clothing, even while her thumbs hook under the fabric of both her skirt and her impossibly drenched panties, the pale fabric now lewdly transparent over the hot flesh.] But I don't mind finishing the job if you'd rather watch me.
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Date: 2025-03-02 09:28 am (UTC)The sting of the bite left upon her neck is but a faint memory in the face of more sweet stimulation. It certainly pales in comparison to the feeling of Cellinia getting even wetter the more that Mai touches her, and the breathy sounds she utters whenever Mai's fingers graze over her in just the right way. The power she holds with a touch so simple and yet so demanding-- it brings an indescribable amusement to Mai's expression.]
Hmm...
[It'd be a lie to say that she isn't disappointed when Cellinia moves to kiss a bit lower after having her fill of the tender flesh of her bosom. The change in position makes it difficult for Mai to keep her fingers massaging splendidly between her damp thighs, and the heat that had once graced her fingertips quickly cools in the welcomed chill from the car's air conditioning. Her dismay is swiftly replaced by a wanton fascination when she watches Cellinia pull off that final bit of clothing, revealing just how messy Mai's touch has left her. It makes her heart race to have a complete view of her magnificent body now, especially the telltale glistening that just begs to be licked up. In due time...
When Mai is shifted back into her seat at Cellinia’s urging, she lays back as much as she is able to in the passenger’s side in order to give the woman easy access to more of her body. The revolver in her lap is quickly snatched up and moved away, but Mai’s fingers don't loosen their hold just yet even while she shifts some more. Her finger half-mindlessly strokes the trigger as her ribs are decorated with little blossoms of red and violet.]
Yeah? Can’t get enough of me, right?
[Those are some dangerous words, Cellinia. On the surface, they merely feed the ego of a girl who’s only known suffering and neglect, who handled a significant abandonment extremely hard. Below that, though, they touch a place where those wounds fester and their roots spread out in search of some sort of relief. How intoxicating it is to be wanted so thoroughly that the need is likened to an addiction?]
Hmph. Gonna keep it a secret, those things you’re saying to me?
[Very pretty things, she hopes, at least from the sound of those foreign words rolling off of that eager tongue. Mai draws the hand she’s kept on the back of Cellinia’s head away, but only just enough so that she may cup the woman’s face hovering delightfully over her stomach. A languid trace of her thumbnail over lips that have kissed their way down her body thus far, and a playful smile accompanying her little quip. Sure, Mai could very well bring her revolver into the mix, pressing the cool steel against those lips instead of using her fingers, but her mind has already conjured up quite the idea for how she’ll come collecting on that fantasy that Cellinia had painted for them over their text messages.
In her other hand, she squeezes the gun’s grip even tighter while imagining her lover lapping the barrel with as much enthusiasm as she has been demonstrating on her upper body. Oh, Mai is quite keen on discovering just how skilled that tongue of hers is, very soon. And it’s all too obvious that it’s what Cellinia desires, as well, with her hands running up and down Mai’s soft thighs. It’s achingly attractive, how she waits for permission, ignoring the urge that undoubtedly wants her to keep going, to take Mai right there in the front seat in all of its cramped discomfort.
She knows-- can tell by the way Cellinia stares up at her-- that once that permission is granted, Mai will have practically offered herself up to the mercy of the wild beast lying in wait. Yes, she can see the hints of that beast dancing in the depths of those pretty eyes, and she wonders exactly how it'll rip her to shreds.]
Yeah, let’s do it.
[Cellinia's suggestion is met with an easy enough reply. There's not much to overthink, is there? Not when her breath is already hot over Mai's still-clothed hips, when her hands are already practicing how they might hold her thighs still while her lips get to feasting. They have no reason to refuse themselves for a moment longer-- what an absolutely silly thing to do. Even Mai, enjoying the tease as much as she does, feels a searing impatience threatening her if she doesn't immediately agree and make her own intentions clear.]
I want you.
[She declares it triumphantly enough, as if offering this blunt confession is a prize that Mai is giving out, here. She's played coy up until now, her words dancing around what she actually desires while her actions demonstrated obvious contradictions of intent. This might be the most honest, the most direct she has been. Such a simple admission that conveys plenty in so few words.
Mai does want her, and she wants to be wanted by her. She can't decide which side of the coin appeals to her more, makes her hotter, makes her mouth water in anticipation. The backseat is just a quick scrambling over seats away-- Mai doesn't hesitate to toss her revolver over first before following soon after. She leans back against the door, her legs half draped over the seats, and a teasing hand stroking up her thigh until it meets the dark fabric of her skirt. Her eyes mischievously watch Cellinia, waiting for her to join her in the back.]
Wanna do the honors? [She asks, talking about her last articles of clothing, even while her thumbs hook under the fabric of both her skirt and her impossibly drenched panties, the pale fabric now lewdly transparent over the hot flesh.] But I don't mind finishing the job if you'd rather watch me.