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But she rather liked that they were completely capable of pleasuring one another using nothing but their bodies and the energy of the night. Already, Elle was the most frequent partner Arianna knew in her life, and she was in no hurry to speedrun everything they could ever explore in the bedroom. Naked together, in the shower, was plenty adventurous, especially when Elle pushed her hand between Arianna’s legs and reintroduced her to the kind of orgasm that was only capable when she let herself go like this.
“Is that good?” Elle asked through surprised laughter. Arianna had made the kind of sound that stopped things in their tracks, but she didn’t mind her girlfriend checking in on her. “Do you want me to back off a bit?”
Arianna shook her head, the shower water splashing in her face whenever she turned her neck to the right. As Elle kissed the water droplets away, Arianna looped her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders and brought her in for a very different kind of kiss.
The kind that solidifies us as one.
She so easily thought of them like that now, as she feebly attempted to wrap her leg around Elle’s waist only to discover that gravity didn’t work that way. I can do silly stuff like that and she doesn’t say a thing. There was no embarrassing herself in front of this woman, no being anyone that she naturally wasn’t. While Arianna wasn’t the kind of woman to “let herself go,” they were already past her having to wash off most of her makeup every night and occasionally battling the gut biome that refused to cooperate after eating certain foods. In return, Elle was likely to sleep naked even when they hadn’t made love, and she casually talked about the woes of her period in that American way that made even Arianna blush.
But it rubbed off on her. When she had to turn down sex a while back because PMS was making her more tender than usual, she was upfront about it. I’d barely tell my sister I was about to start my period. It simply wasn’t something Arianna was used to women talking about unless it was a panicked flight attendant who was surprised by Little Sister while thirty thousand feet in the air and woefully unprepared. Arianna carried extra products specifically for those situations… and so she would never have to be the one asking.
Yet there was the time in LA when Elle went down to a convenience store to buy tampons so nobody would see Arianna come out of her room. Or when she mindlessly drank a fizzy drink so quickly that she belched loudly enough for everyone in the café to turn around. Neither of those occasions was enough for Elle to be disgusted by another woman’s bodily functions, no matter how delicately Arianna attempted to act around her new girlfriend. She was far from using the toilet with the door open, but if they stayed together long enough…
Oh, who could think about that when getting fingered in the shower?
When they admitted that they had pruned enough to warrant leaving the bathroom, Elle shut off the water and pulled a fresh towel off the shelf. She had the honor of patting Arianna’s wettest spots dry and took the liberty of wrapping her up from behind and spending particular attention on her breasts. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Arianna closed her eyes and sighed. She may have been treated to multiple rounds of pleasure in the shower, but who would say the night was over? Elle wouldn’t let that happen until she was ready!
Besides…. Arianna wasn’t rude. She knew she had yet to return the favor, the most important part of any date she went on.
Yet she’d play a game first. So many lovers, including Elle at times, assumed her to be a powerful pillow princess who was all take, no give. Some women even liked that about her, but Arianna wasn’t that selfish type. She had a few surprises up her sleeve, like when they made it to bed and Arianna shoved Elle down intending to get on top of her.
“My, my.” Elle’s hair was still wet from the shower, yet neither of them heeded the damp spot the back of her head left on the lovely bedspread. “Aren’t we adventurous tonight? I’ll have to remember to–”
She was cut off with a kiss that put her in her place. Arianna didn’t wait. She descended to the depths of a woman she could never get enough of.
I’m pretty sure this is love. No, she didn’t need to have her face between Elle’s legs to think about love, but she felt it anyway, happy to reserve this in her memories for later.
Tomorrow, when she was still high on emotion.
Next week, when work inevitably stressed her out.
A year from now, when they were hopefully still trying to make this work.
In decades, when she was old and reflecting on her long life. The part of Arianna who wished to still be with Elle was not tiny.
But right now? She was more than content to bring bliss to the woman who always made time for her, whether it was nights like these or flirting when she was at work. There might come a time when Elle tired of the relationship, but Arianna could never. She was smitten. She had waited her whole life for this kind of feeling.
Together, they were magic.
Is it possible to be almost thirty and act like a teenager for the first time? Did teenagers indulging in a first-time romance get this kind of reaction out of the partners they pleasured? Or was it something only grown adults could achieve?
Definitely the latter. Arianna held to that as Elle’s climax undulated her hips right into her girlfriend’s face. Heat and power claimed every one of Arianna’s senses as she committed to seeing Elle’s orgasm to its natural end – especially if she could draw it out a few more precious seconds.
“You seem quite pleased with yourself.” Elle eventually lowered her arm from her eyes as Arianna pulled herself up on the other side of the bed, feet kicked up behind her as she hugged a large pillow. “Could it be because your face is covered in my pussy?”
Arianna had almost forgotten already. Before she shoved that face into the pillow, she turned her head away, laughing. I’m still not used to her talking so candidly about our bodies. Even in English, a language that lyrically offered itself to fun turns of phrases that didn’t quite match what Arianna was looking for in Mandarin or Malay… not that it ever stopped her from being as dirty in another language. Mandarin may have been more metaphorical than English, but the same point got across.
“What can I say?” Arianna mused, before slipping into that euphonic tongue she now recalled. “You’ve got one worth bragging about.”
“When you write your memoir about bagging American passengers, you can talk about smothering your face between my folds.”
“I barely know what you’re talking about.”
“If I use more English slang, will you combust?”
“Alamak!” Arianna exclaimed with laughter. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll have to go back down there, because you clearly didn’t get enough of this silliness licked out of you.”
“So you’re saying that if I keep making you laugh, I get more of your tongue on my clit?”
