| "What the hell is IN this box?! The kitchen sink?" Ella smiled and walked past carrying a suitcase. "Darlin', Stop being a whinge. Soon it'll all be over and we can throw a house-warming party," she told her partner Nicole in her most pleading and seductive voice. It wasn't difficult, as every time Nicole heard her soft Irish accent, she went weak at the knees. "Stuff the rest for tonight, El," she said three boxes later. "We've got what we need for now." "Slacker." "And proud." Ella gave up and collapsed on the new bed that had been delivered that morning. It felt bouncy and fresh and almost so comfortable she might have trouble sleeping on it. Nicole joined her on it after a moment, testing it for bounciness. Ella grabbed hold of her to stop the movement. "Oh, you want to have that kind of house-warming party?" Nicole asked with a raised eyebrow, her fingers creeping under the edges of her lover's shirt. Ella laughed a dirty laugh and kissed her. "Well, it is a bit short notice to invite guests," she replied between kisses. "Maybe we should just have an intimate gathering of two?" "Hmm," Nicole replied, rolling her partner onto her back and beginning to undo her buttons, leaving a trail of kisses down her chest as she went. "To warm the house. And the bed." Ella giggled again and ran her hands through the other woman's dark hair. They kissed again. "Thank you for today," Ella said quietly, her accent becoming stronger with a mixture of fatigue and arousal. "You're welcome," Nicole replied, kissing her jaw and nibbling at her ear. The fresh white sheets were rumpled irreparably as clothes were discarded. They'd been together more than a year, but when they were in bed together, the intensity remained. Nic never ceased to marvel at Ella's perfect breasts - not porn-star huge but not washboard flat by any means. She lavished them with kisses and took her nipple into her mouth, feeling it harden in response and squeezing her breast. Ella's fingers trailed across the smooth skin of her lover's stomach and downwards, and soon the familiar ache in the dark-haired woman's crotch was answered by a familiar hand. "Oh, baby," Nicole groaned into their kiss, her hands roaming across the bare skin of her lover's torso. Ella broke the kiss and looked down at her as her hand stroked her firmly, her middle finger running up and down between her labia. Her hair fell about her face, appearing very sexy to Nic. Her fingers stroked her expertly, knowing exactly what she liked and for how long seemingly without being told. She'd always known how to please Nicole; it came naturally. She slid a finger inside of her drenched opening and stroked in and out slowly, watching the reactions she was eliciting in her lover, then added a second, and pushed deeper into her, faster. Then she moved down the bed without another word. Nic's hand was on the back of her head, guiding her toward the delicious ache. She felt a hot, moist mouth attach itself to her clitoris and moaned, her hips moving. Ella's hands stilled the motion and her tongue flicked across the sensitive nub of nerve endings teasingly, causing Nic to grip her head tighter to her crotch and writhe on the bed. Ella continued to rhythmically pump two fingers into her tight opening as she lapped at the swollen, aching bud, and Nicole squirmed with the conflicting rhythms, gasping and sighing in turn. She loved it when Ella made love to her with her mouth. Ella sucked gently at her clitoris and she almost screamed, but restrained herself to a low groan. Her fingers tangled in Ella's hair and she felt climax building inside of her as her fingers began to touch the place inside of her that made her knees weak and her head rush. Nicole's breathing was deepened as she wrapped her legs round her lover's shoulders and succumbed to her tongue. Ella knew her lover was close by her breathing, and continued to flick her clitoris with the tip of her tongue as she stroked her special place with short, quick movements of her right hand. She didn't remove her mouth as her lover began to come, but drank in the product of her ministrations eagerly, continuing to lap at the reddened nub which had become so sensitive. "Ella," Nic cried as she came explosively and her back arched off the bed. When she came down, she found her lover kissing her neck, her hand still comfortably inside of her. "Oh my God," Nic breathed, and kissed her deeply, feeling her fingers slide slowly in and out of her and not being able to help being aroused again so soon. She reached between Ella's legs and pushed her fingers through the swollen and wet lips and into her core. The only sound in the room became their breathing and suppressed sounds of pleasure, and Nic felt her lover's internal muscles contract around her hand as she came. She felt Ella's orgasmic moan reverberate through her lips as she kissed at her throat, and watching and hearing her pleasure, she was close to climax too. Ella unconsciously curling her fingers inside of her as she came and pressing hard against her spot was what pushed her over the edge, and she collapsed in a breathy heap on Ella's chest. "I don't know about you, but I think the house is pretty warmed," Ella said after a moment. "We should move more often," Nic agreed, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder. "No thanks, I've had enough boxes for one lifetime! We should just have hot, passionate sex more often." "Agreed." |
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