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“Table in the corner can’t keep their eyes to themselves.”
Rio smirked as her gaze hovered just over Agatha’s right shoulder.
“Should I turn around and startle the shit out of them?” Agatha chuckled to herself. It was a favorite game of hers, watching them get embarrassed and pretend they were never looking.
“Whoops - I think I did it for you,” Rio laughed. “They’re quite intrigued by their salads now.”
Her eyes swung back to meet Agatha’s.
No matter how many times Agatha had sat across a table from her wife, the sight never got old. Her dark eyes were lined for the occasion, with her wavy hair down and brushing the lapels of a black blazer. Underneath it, she wore a forest green button-down. Agatha loved when she wore button-downs - the existence of any button implied the ability to be unbuttoned, and Agatha planned to do just that.
“Well, before someone gets bold and comes to ask for a selfie…” Rio picked up the last of her wine, “happy anniversary, mi alma.”
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
They had agreed to do something low-key for their anniversary - no need for the pomp and circumstance. Four years was a random one anyhow.
Agatha could feel the smile pulling her eyes as she lifted her glass to meet Rio’s.
Agatha had wanted red wine. Rio had wanted white, so of course, they had red.
That was the way it went with them. Agatha always got her way. At the end of the day though, she would do anything to see Rio happy, and Rio knew it.
Meanwhile, the brightness of Rio’s eyes on her wife’s faded as she shifted her gaze to the corner of the room again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she muttered. “Well…”
She wagged her eyebrows in a way Agatha knew to mean “see you on the other side” combined with a healthy dose of exasperation.
Agatha heard the shuffling as she took a sip of her wine.
“Um, excuse me…Ms. Harkness?”
God, the voice was meek. If you’re gonna do it, do it.
“Hmm?”
Agatha turned her head nonchalantly and was greeted by the sight of a woman probably in her twenties. She was blonde, tall, and looked like she was about to shit her pants.
“I’m just like such a big fan and I’m so sorry to interrupt your dinner…you too, Ms. Vidal.”
The pause in which she debated identifying Rio by name or not was more than apparent.
“But I just had to say hi and that your last match was incredible.”
“Thanks, hon,” Agatha smiled.
She could put up a fuss for show, but really she didn’t mind people coming up to her. It was sweet, assuming she was in a good mood, and who didn’t like the occasional inflation of their ego?
“Could I get a picture? It’stotallyfineifnot,” the girl rushed out.
Poor thing.
Rio reached out a hand towards the girl to take her phone before Agatha had even replied. She knew what her answer would be.
“Of course, no problem.”
The girl put together what Rio’s gesture was for and with a quick “oh thank you so much” she handed the phone to Rio.
Agatha stayed right where she was, content to let the girl work her way through the awkward dance of how to get on Agatha’s level when she was still seated. With an awkward sorority squat and an arm on the back of Agatha’s chair, the girl made it work and smiled at Rio.
“Here,” Rio handed the phone back.
“Thank you so much.”
The girl clearly was hoping to get any semblance of warmth or approval out of Rio - good luck, sweetie. While Agatha was cloying, Rio’s game with the fans was to be aloof, which Agatha knew was really a way to mask her uncertainty with how to handle a spotlight. Her wife loved being Agatha’s but didn’t love being everyone else’s by association.
The fan turned back to Agatha when Rio’s lack of interest finally made her uncomfortable.
“Sorry again for interrupting and thank you so much - you’re such an inspiration really and I watch basically all of your matches.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” and in a way, she really did. “Have a good night.”
Agatha smiled - she would end this conversation for the girl’s own good before it got awkward.
“You too - thanks again.”
The girl grinned, blushing, and with a quick nod to both of them, she scurried off back to her table.
Agatha’s career in tennis had brought her a moderate degree of stardom in recent years, and despite Rio’s profession as a lawyer not lending itself to celebrity, she had been brought up with her. People liked them together as a couple, and Agatha couldn’t pretend to complain.
Rio watched the scene of her return to her table with mild amusement.
“And here I was thinking I’d be the only one getting to fawn over you in that dress,” she smirked.
“Never, baby.”
Agatha winked at her and Rio scoffed back in a way that managed to convey none of the intended disdain and instead only affection. It was a good dress, Agatha had to agree. The sheer but multi-layered plum-colored fabric clung to all the right parts of her. It dipped low in the front, supported by spaghetti straps, and reached half way down her thighs on the bottom.
“And now all the lesbians on the internet will see it,” Rio’s voice lilted, feigning a great travesty.
“Aw, does somebody get jealous?” Agatha met Rio’s sarcastic tone with her own, making a fake pout at her wife across the table.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Rio chuckled to herself. “Can’t get jealous when I know that I’m the only one who sees the dress come off…”
Agatha played with her.
“Oh I’m sorry, did you think you'd be getting somewhere with this dress tonight?”
In fact, Agatha would have her head if she didn’t.
“My mistake - did the internet lesbians finally tear you from me?” Rio tilted her head and batted her eyes. “Just one chance, Agatha - that’s all I need.”
“They can’t bat their eyes, they’re on the internet - let’s keep it realistic here.”
“Oh so the rest is realistic then?” Rio laughed.
Agatha loved when her wife was playful. She loved when she teased her. She loved…her, always.
“In their wildest dreams. And don’t act like they don’t talk about you too - ‘God, I wish she would litigate me.’ ‘Gonna commit a crime just so I can breathe her air.’”
Her wife narrowed her eyes through a smirk.
“Well those are awfully specific. Have you been reading comments again?”
At that question, Agatha found herself thrown back into a memory which was surely where Rio’s mind was as well.
Once a few months ago, Rio had climbed into bed behind Agatha and while Agatha thought her wife was facing away from her, it turned out she was actually lying at the perfect angle to see Agatha’s phone screen through her mess of bedhead.
After a few moments of silence…
“Oh my god, those are about you?!”
Agatha had dropped her phone like it was on fire.
“Jesus - I thought you were further away.”
“And yet, here I am.” Rio reached for her phone but Agatha swatted her away. “How did you get to that?”
Agatha quickly decided she would not be answering questions. If her wife had caught her red-handed, it might as well be game.
“You say that like you’ve never been in a comment section before…”
“Well, I don’t make a habit of searching for myself, so I guess I’m unfamiliar with the process.” Rio had one eyebrow raised, teasing her.
“You’ve never looked even once?”
“No! I don’t need to know what they say about me.”
“But what if it was good?”
Rio’s lips curled up.
“By ‘good,’ do you mean people wanting me?”
Agatha let her silence answer the question as she waited for Rio’s next reaction.
“They can say what they want, I don’t care, but I don’t need to see it.” Her wife shook her head like she was shaking off the comments themselves.
“You’re not even curious?” Agatha prompted her.
Rio took a breath as if she was going to answer but then changed her mind and went in a different direction.
“You get off on it don’t you? Knowing how hot people think you are? How much they want you?”
Agatha felt herself blush slightly, which was in itself ridiculous, she decided.
“Who wouldn’t?” She scoffed in justification both to her wife and to the part of her that was blushing. “I think getting off to someone thinking you’re hot is about as basic as it gets.”
“But this isn’t ‘someone,’ this is ‘everyone,’ and that’s the point, isn’t it?”
Rio grabbed Agatha’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding her phone, and pinned it against the bed.
“Do I not tell you often enough how hot you are?”
Her teasing tone had shifted into something lower, something quieter - a voice Agatha had come to associate with heat in her body.
She dragged Agatha’s hand up the bed until it was near the headboard as Agatha shook her head.
“Do you need to be reminded of how hard it is to keep my hands off of you? Did you forget?”
Rio pulled Agatha’s phone from her hand and flung it to another part of the bed before grabbing that hand too and sliding it to join the other.
She lifted one leg to straddle her wife.
Agatha was becoming a bit too distracted by the look in Rio’s eyes to shake her head again.
It was jealousy mixed with unambiguous lust.
In all honesty, she did get off on the idea of the public thinking she was hot, but they had nothing on her wife.
“Should I tell you more of the thoughts I have about you when you’re not around? I could put it under a hashtag just for you, baby.” Rio chuckled to herself as she leaned into Agatha’s ear, her hair brushing her cheek. “Do you want to know what I do when I picture you?”
Agatha strained her neck up to try to kiss Rio as she pulled away again, but Rio didn’t give her the chance.
“I –”
With a finger over her wife’s mouth, Rio silenced her. Her index finger trailed over her lower lip, and then into her mouth, grazing her teeth before settling on her tongue, where Agatha dutifully sucked her lips closed around it. Rio’s other hand now clutched both of Agatha’s together on the mattress.
“You know they can’t touch you like I do.”
Agatha nodded around Rio’s finger.
As much as Agatha didn’t poke around the internet because of any lack of devotion to Rio, she didn’t mind this side of her wife and wasn’t about to say anything that would stop her, especially since she was completely confident Rio didn’t actually doubt her.
Rio’s finger left her mouth, then her wrists too as she sat up. With her newly available hands, Rio trailed down Agatha’s chest, playing with her, before one hand slipped lower and toyed with the waistband of the sleep shorts she was wearing.
As Rio’s finger drifted under the elastic, Agath pawed at whatever she could reach of Rio, which was only her thighs, pulling her to nowhere in particular except closer.
Rio’s finger traveled further down until it traced over Agatha’s slit, eliciting a shuddered breath between Agatha’s lips. She was more than willing to take the reminder of how Rio could touch her.
Suddenly, Rio’s hand pulled away completely, and Agatha groaned at the unexpected loss, which was quickly multiplied by Rio swinging her weight to one leg to get off of Agatha, and then off of the bed entirely before Agatha could understand what was happening.
“You can read your cute little commentary, but don’t forget who leaves you feeling like this.”
Rio walked away into another room - drama queen, and Agatha was left most definitely “feeling like this,” if “this” was heinously turned on with absolutely nothing to be done about it.
Fuck. She could feel the heat in her stomach and on her cheeks.
She threw her hands over her face and groaned into them, but through her frustration, the corner of her mouth turned up in amusement.
Good god, did she love her infuriating wife.
“Agatha?”
At Rio’s voice, she was dragged back to the present moment, to her wife’s expectant expression, smirking. She knew what Agatha was thinking about.
“No, I haven’t been reading comments…per se.”
Might as well have some fun. After all, she had indeed been doing some light reading while Rio had a few late nights in the office lately, and if there was one thing she enjoyed doing, it was playing with her wife.
“Oh? Elaborate.”
The waiter arrived at the worst of times, as they always do.
“Ms. Harkness.”
The waiter smiled as he handed a bill in a leather sleeve to Agatha.
“Thank you.”
She smiled vaguely as she took it, not bothering to check it before sliding her card in for when he came back.
“You were saying?” Rio prompted.
“Well, you know they write all kinds of things…”
“Like that they want me to ‘litigate’ them apparently, which makes no sense.”
“It’s not meant to and you know it,” Agatha rolled her eyes.
“Fine. But if you’re not reading comments, what are you reading?” A corner of her lips curled up. She wasn’t asking as an interrogation. She was asking as a game like before. “Dare I even ask?”
Agatha really did want to tell her wife. As a first point, she didn’t keep secrets from her, especially sexual ones. Secondly, as much as Rio might put up a fake stink, she was interested in anything that turned her wife on, and if Agatha played her cards right, this one could be fun.
“Thank you, Ms. Harkness.”
Agatha jumped.
This waiter needed to learn to be more heavy-footed as he scared the shit out of her again popping up to the side of the table.
He took her card and the bill, which meant she only had a moment before he returned.
“I’ll show you sometime,” Agatha smirked across the table as a bit of a cop-out.
This was quickly becoming a conversation that was not restaurant appropriate, both in its content and in the way she wanted to touch her wife to get her where she wanted her. She wasn’t embarrassed, not really, but she also knew her wife’s knee-jerk reaction to what she had been reading could be less than enthusiastic unless she played with it right.
“What if sometime was now?”
Rio was nothing if not stubborn. She placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward, probably thinking she’d be more likely to get her way if she got closer to Agatha, and she was probably right.
Suddenly, Agatha had an idea that immediately made her feel warm all over.
Oh, yes. This was good.
She stared at her wife in front of her, imagining what she was going to ask her to do and now they really needed to get out of this restaurant. Now she very much had something to share.
“What?” Rio clearly noticed the change in her demeanor.
“You said you had some aspirations with this dress, didn’t you? That sounds like a great time to show you.”
“Okay, fine - deal,” Rio sat back. “How is that involved though?...Why do I feel like I’m not going to like this?”
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously as she crossed her arms. Her closed-off posture was negated by a glint in her eyes that Agatha knew meant she was happy to follow her wherever she was headed.
“I think you just might.”
At a certain level, she might not, but with what Agatha was concocting, she expected her wife would quickly change her mind. Rio might talk a big game and take control when she wanted to, but at the end of the day, she loved to be played with.
“Here you go, Ms. Harkness.”
Thank god, she had never been more happy to see a waiter.
“Have an excellent night,” he smiled to Agatha, then Rio in turn.
They hadn’t shared with the restaurant that it was their anniversary. As much as Agatha liked a bit of flare and attention, there was nothing more annoying than a celebratory waitstaff.
“Shall we?” Rio stood.
As Agatha joined her, she made the mistake of turning around as she grabbed her jacket off of the back of her chair and she caught the girl from before staring at her from the back of the room.
Rather than pretending she didn’t see her to spare the girl some embarrassment, she waved and the girl blushed.
“Come on now,” Rio rolled her eyes as she wrapped an arm around Agatha’s waist and started her walking.
They were back to their apartment before long, and the second Agatha took off her coat and hung it on the rack, Rio’s hands were trailing down her back, tangling in her hair and tracing over the fabric of her dress.
“You’re so beautiful…” Rio muttered so quietly Agatha almost didn’t hear it.
Rio’s hands abandoned their gentle touch to instead grab her by the hips and turn her around.
“As much as I’d rather jump straight to getting this dress off of you, the curiosity is winning and I think it’s story time for you.”
Agatha chuckled, “hmm fair enough.”
She approached what came next carefully, easing her hands around her wife’s waist inside of her blazer.
“I think this may be more show than tell…”
“I like showing.”
Rio leaned in and started to kiss along Agatha’s jaw.
Agatha felt her face relax in response to her wife’s lips, her breath slowing.
“Stop it,” she leaned away. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Rio pouted, teasing her.
“Okay,” she plowed on. “You know how people like the idea of us together?”
“If by ‘like the idea’ you mean thirsting after us like lesbain bloodhounds, then yes.”
“Be nice,” Agatha laughed.
“Sorry, I forget you like them.”
“I don’t like them, I…”
“Get off on being so wanted,” Rio finished her thought, with a knowing smirk.
“...Fine, something like that. They want you too though, need I remind you again.”
Agatha let her hands trail up her wife’s waist, letting her fingers teasingly brush the side of her breasts through her shirt on the way to wrapping around the back of her neck.
Might as well not mince words.
“They write stories about us too.”
“Like…fanfiction?”
Rio was maintaining an entirely neutral expression - rather impressive really.
“Yes…”
“I thought that was about fictional people?”
“It can be about real people too.”
“Are there a lot of them? The stories, that is?”
“Very much so,” Agatha let herself laugh as Rio shook her head incredulously.
Agatha continued to bank on her wife’s intrinsic interest in anything she was into.
“Once when you were away recently, I –”
“Oh my god,” Rio’s jaw dropped as she figured out the end of the story.
Agatha grabbed control of the narrative again. She dropped her voice lower.
“I can get off to the idea of you, memories of you, any time, but someone else’s idea of you? Someone else’s idea of us? Someone else telling me through new eyes how good we are together? How hot we are?...Maybe even wanting us in some sense?”
She could see the darkening of her wife’s eyes. Rio would always cave at the idea of Agatha touching herself. She loved Agatha’s horniness and comfortability in her sexuality. If there was one way to turn Rio on, it was to tell her that Agatha was hot and bothered.
“I said this would be more show than tell,” Agatha continued. “So I suppose it’s time to start showing…”
“I thought I was having sex with my wife,” Rio whined, trailing her hands lower, grasping Agatha’s ass, “not reading about myself having sex with my wife…God, what a strange idea,” she muttered, distracted again.
“Well, why not both?”
Rio simply stared at her in response, waiting to see what that meant.
Agatha would get there in good time and instead needed her wife where she wanted her, which was turned on and compliant, and she was well on her way.
She lifted her hands to hold Rio’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair, and closed the space between them to kiss her way up her neck until she reached her lips.
She had kissed her wife more times than any reasonable number could quantify, but it would never get old. Her lips were soft, warm, and hungry as Agatha slid her tongue between them to taste more of her.
Rio’s hands roamed freely, clearly growing more and more impatient with the dress that was keeping her from much of Agatha’s skin.
In turn, Agatha slid off Rio’s blazer, letting it fall onto a chair, and untucked her shirt from her pants, sliding her hands up to grope at her sides and pull her closer. From there she could feel Rio’s breathing in her ribs, the steady in and out growing more and more jagged as their kiss became more urgent.
She slipped one hand out of her shirt and into Rio’s hair, which she grasped and used as leverage to pull Rio’s head away from her own lips. Rio resisted at first, trying to stay connected to Agatha but eventually gave in with a sigh.
“Well,” Agatha whispered in Rio’s ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
There was a beat of stillness broken only by Rio’s heavy breathing against Agatha’s ear. Then, she felt Rio nodding against her cheek.
As she leaned away, Rio craned her neck to try to take back Agatha’s lips. Agatha only allowed her a peck before biting Rio’s lip and pulling just enough to make her wife moan as Agatha pushed her forward and further into their home.
Agatha detached herself from Rio once she had enough room to walk by her, and then she stalked past her down the hallway towards their bedroom, enjoying the patter of Rio’s footsteps lurching after her, surprised and trying to keep up.
When she arrived in the bedroom, she stood inside the door, waiting for the few extra seconds it took for Rio to catch up with her. Once her wife crossed the threshold, Agatha continued to back away from her slowly, and Rio froze in the doorway, intrigued, her eyes trailing down Agatha’s body in her dress that left little to the imagination.
“So, I hear you like my dress, babygirl?”
Rio’s eyes snapped back up.
“I do…very much.”
She was being cautious, unsure of where Agatha was leading her.
“Would you like it to stay on or come off?”
Agatha knew what the answer would be.
“Off - silly question,” Rio shook her head.
Clearly Rio could sense Agatha was playing some sort of game because she still hadn’t stepped forward from the doorway. Turned on and compliant indeed… Meanwhile, Agatha perched on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands.
“Okay, you can take it off and do whatever you’d like with me, or to me, but only after you do something for me first.”
Rio was nodding before Agatha had even finished her sentence.
“Come here.”
Rio needed no encouragement and quickly joined Agatha at the bed. She stood in front of her and instinctively started to reach out to –
“Nope,” Agatha shook her head, dodging Rio’s hand. “Not yet.”
Rio dropped her arm back down to her side, pouting slightly.
“Well, I’m liking whatever this is less and less.”
Her smirk gave her away though. Really, Rio loved when Agatha told her what to do, even if it meant momentarily holding her back from what she wanted - she loved to be played with. There was always a game or a dynamic when they fucked. Neither of them was always in the same role and the kinks at play changed, but there was always something.
Sometimes Rio did like to be in control, like the first time they had slept together. Rio had gagged her and Agatha had lost an important match the next day, too lost in the memories of her future-wife. Other times though, thankfully like this one, Rio was more than willing to be nothing but whatever her wife wanted her to be. There was always a part of her that was desperate to serve.
“Give me your phone.” Agatha held out her hand.
Rio rooted around in the pocket of her slacks and then obliged Agatha’s command.
Agatha opened a search engine and leaned back, the phone tilted vertically, trying to shield her wife from seeing the screen.
She knew what she was looking for. It was one of the stories she had been reading when Rio was away and she had accidentally gotten embarrassingly invested in the plot, so it was the first thing to come to mind. Really, she just needed anything about them with some spice for Rio to read aloud.
When she had found what she wanted, she set the phone down next to her with the screen off again and got off the bed only to immediately crouch down and rifle around below it. Rio waited patiently. She was always so obedient when she was subbing and she knew she had been told not to touch.
Agatha emerged from the side of the bed with what she had been looking for - a black, silky rope. She watched as Rio’s eyes zeroed in on it and judging by her expression and the darkness of her eyes, Agatha already knew the answer to her question, but she asked anyway.
“You okay with this getting involved?” She held up the rope.
“Please,” Rio eyed her like she was sizing her up, “but I still can’t tell where you’re going with this.”
“That’s not for you to worry about, darling,” Agatha smiled at her coyly. “All you need to do is let me take your shirt off and then get on the bed.”
Rio did exactly that. First, Agatha stood, only a couple of inches of space between them, and started to undo the buttons of Rio’s shirt. She did it slowly, painstakingly, letting her wrists brush Rio’s breasts too many times as the fabric slipped between her fingers. Rio’s breath was awkward and irregular with want as she watched her wife’s handwork.
Once all of the buttons were opened, Agatha grabbed the shirt by its collar and pulled it back and off Rio, leaving her in only a black lace bralette. She wondered, as she often did, if she had married a goddess, her eyes flying like magnets to trace her wife’s body on instinct.
She reached around Rio to unhook her bralette and when it fell to the floor, leaving Rio’s nipples hard from being suddenly exposed to the air, Agatha felt a familiar heat burn between her legs.
When she looked back up to Rio’s face, she found her eyes already fixed on her own, watching her stare.
Doing as she was told, Rio stepped to the side around Agatha and sat on the bed. At first, she was just sitting on the edge until Agatha pushed her backwards and at an angle so she was laying down with her head on a pillow. Agatha got up on the bed herself and straddled her. She could read Rio’s mind as she stared at her thighs exposed by the dress riding up. She watched as Rio fought the urge to touch, her fingers fiddling with the sheets.
Before Rio would even have the chance to break her rules, Agatha took her left hand and slid it up the mattress, then tied it to the headboard by her wrist, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
She slid back down, lowering her head and nibbling at Rio’s earlobe.
“That alright, baby?”
“Yeah,” Rio agreed breathily as Agatha kissed her neck, “why only one?”
“So many questions…” Agatha tutted. “You’ll see.”
She watched Rio’s neck tense as she tried to lift her head to follow Agatha as she leaned away again.
Poor little thing just wanted to be touched.
Agatha ran her hands through the bedding to find Rio’s discarded phone and eventually landed on it behind her foot.
“So, my love,” she began slowly. “I think you should read us a little bedtime story…”
Agatha handed Rio the phone in her free right hand, the other sitting limp and bound to the headboard.
“Hmm I’m afraid my phone is not what I was hoping my one free hand would get to touch,” Rio flirted.
“Well, lucky for you, that brings me to my next point. As you may remember, if you read us our little story, you can do whatever you want after.”
There were other rules to this game, but she’d let Rio figure that out by herself.
Rio eyed her suspiciously, but the hunger in her gaze won over anything else. She was clearly at very least curious.
“Out loud?”
Agatha nodded.
Rio finally turned her attention to the phone in her hand.
“Oh my god, this is so weird to see.”
“Hmmm, I don’t remember it starting like that,” Agatha feigned confusion, still sitting atop Rio and looking down at her expectantly.
Rio ignored her comment and kept talking.
“You are one sick fuck,” she said like it was a love poem. “Unfortunately, I’m obsessed with you, but it’s in moments like these that I wonder about my choices.”
“I bet you’re too wet to be wondering about your choices. Do I need to check?”
Perhaps she was going to hell for this one but at least she was dragging Rio with her.
Her comment had exactly the effect on her wife that she intended it to.
“Fine,” Rio conceded. Her eyes focused on the phone again. “Did you scroll here? This looks like the middle of something.”
“So perceptive you are,” Agatha deadpanned.
Rio rolled her eyes, which somehow packed much less of a punch when she had one hand tied above her head and was naked from the waist up.
Rio took a dramatic breath.
“‘Kiss me,’ Agatha sighs, feeling a sense of relief wash over her when Rio immediately complies.”
Agatha let her hands start to drag up Rio’s stomach beneath her.
“Good girl,” she whispered.
“They crash into each other with their lips already parted, tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouths. She can’t get over how Rio’s kisses wind her up so much every time– this woman has a seriously skilled tongue. Amen - at least they know that much.”
Agatha lifted her hands off of Rio’s torso.
“Don’t need the commentary, thank you.”
Rio rolled her eyes again, but obeyed.
“That thought makes Agatha moan into the kiss, a feeling of pride washing over her because she, and no one else, gets to kiss Rio in this moment. As the kiss gets more heated, they press their bodies more and more into each other, desperate for physical contact…”
As she read, Agatha began to play with Rio’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers and enjoying the way Rio’s voice got breathier as a result. The combination of hearing the smut about them out loud and Rio under her doing exactly as she asked was quickly growing the heat between her legs and against Rio’s stomach.
“...‘Oh– shit,’ Rio moans, and she seems to reflexively rock back on the thigh between her legs. ‘Fuck, I shouldn’t have taught you that,’ she – wait, ‘taught you that’? Why am I teaching you about sex here?”
The second Rio had stopped reading, Agatha had removed her hands from her body.
“Read it on your own time if you’re curious. It’ll come up again - just don’t worry about it.”
“I would ask why I need to be reading this out loud if you know it that well, but I suppose I won’t ask stupid questions,” Rio smirked. “Wait, why did you…? Come back,” she whined while looking at Agatha’s hands sitting limply on her own thighs.
“I only touch if you read, babygirl.”
Agatha watched as it clicked in Rio’s mind.
“Oh fuck…” she stared at Agatha with darkening eyes and slightly parted lips. “This is going to get harder, isn’t it?”
Agatha hummed noncommittally and smiled.
“Maybe.”
Rio refocused her eyes on her phone.
“The scene sets Agatha off like fireworks; having this effect on Rio, eliciting these sounds and reactions from her, is something she won’t grow tired of anytime soon. On the contrary: when she starts feeling a damp heat on her thigh, she wants to do more…”
When Rio started reading again, Agatha brought one hand back to her wife’s chest, using the other to support her weight as she slid further down to be straddling Rio’s legs. If she took advantage of the situation to press herself against Rio’s clothed thigh momentarily, who could blame her?
She took one of Rio’s nipples in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She sucked before taking it between her teeth and pulling gently. Rio was still reading, but her voice twisted through a moan at Agatha’s actions.
“... Rio’s hand continues its journey upward, c- c- carefully cupping the entire breast in her palm. Agatha tries to suppress a hiss when she feels her nipple harden through the fabric.”
The parallels were certainly ironic.
They continued on like this for just long enough for Agatha to start to drive Rio crazy. She lazily played with her chest in every way she knew how as Rio’s voice grew more and more agitated. Her hips began to tilt up and down, seeking something they couldn’t find.
“...‘You feel incredible,” Rio says, the sound muffled against Agatha’s neck. “I wonder what you feel like under this damn dress – hmmm exactly what I –”
Then she groaned, cutting off her own interruption as Agatha immediately lifted her head and hand away from the nipple she had been flicking with her tongue.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Agatha noticed her arm jerk in its tie as Rio instinctively tried to move it, probably to pull Agatha back.
Unfortunately for her, Agatha got off on pissing her off and therefore had no interest in helping her wife with her predicament.
“‘Are you hinting at something?’” Rio picked up exactly where she had left off, as did Agatha, returning her lips to Rio’s chest and giving one of her nipples one last roll before continuing down her stomach.
She kissed and licked and bit as Rio read, taking an absurd amount of time. She unbuttoned Rio’s pants and immediately Rio lifted her hips to help Agatha get them off, a harsher breath escaping her. Oh so eager. Agatha pulled the fabric and decided to take Rio’s underwear along with it, leaving her bare on the bed in a stark contrast to Agatha’s look which remained still unchanged from the restaurant.
Rio’s hips squirmed, suddenly all too ready to be touched as Agatha let one of her hands start to trail over Rio’s inner thigh. Rio began to read faster as if that would make Agatha move faster too. Nice try.
As both Agatha’s lips and hands moved closer to where Rio wanted them, her hips began to buck up more urgently. Seeing Rio grow desperate, the heat in Agatha’s own body rose.
Rio continued to read at a pace so quick, any speech coach would be left in tears.
“Captivated by the look of Rio’s naked breasts, hardened nipples right in front of her face, she surprises herself when she literally feels herself starting to salivate. And what is there to do but listen to her own body?”
Agatha was amazed she was even able to read so quickly with how heavy her breathing was. What proportion of that effect was from Agatha’s touch versus from reading a story theoretically about themselves Agatha couldn’t know, but it was surely a brutal combo.
She started to play nice and give Rio what she wanted, but not for that reason. She just wanted to start to play this game a bit mean.
First, she gently dragged a finger through Rio’s folds, finding her desperately soaked, and Rio’s voice grew garbled as she first touched her, a moan swinging her pitch up.
“’Fuck, keep going,’ she growls, gra- graaaaabbing Agatha by the back of her head…”
Agatha dipped her head and let her tongue take over to do a bit more exploring. Upon its first contact, Rio’s breath hitched hard.
The taste of Rio was addictive on her tongue, the familiar headiness of it washing over her and driving her slowly crazy in its own right. She circled Rio’s clit once, which led her wife to instinctively arch into the touch, seeking more, her voice breathier the more aroused she became. Agatha watched as Rio bent her head at an awkward angle so that she could still read despite her squirming.
“While her hands find Rio’s hips again, and later her ass, she starts tentatively squeezing the skin there.”
Agatha decided it was time to make this a little trickier for Rio. She started to eat her out in earnest, first running her tongue up and down her slit then focusing on her clit, letting the taste of her wife paired with her strained voice feed her own arousal.
She swiped her tongue back and forth over Rio’s clit and her voice became garbled, coming in fits and starts, her pitch all over the place. Luckily for Agatha, it was hot as fuck.
“Agatha watches in awe when she,” Rio cut herself off in a moan, but started speaking again before Agatha could react, “retreats her leg and notices the wet spot on her own thigh. Eyes wide, she reaches out, touching the wetness with - wiiiith her fingers, fuck!” Rio’s hips bucked into Agatha’s mouth and just as Agatha was starting to retreat as punishment – “feeling the stickiness of it. Rio groans. ‘Am I– doing this to you?’ Agatha whispers, still watching her own damp fingers.”
Rio was clearly struggling and Agatha was having the time of her life. Her wife was on her tongue and the effect she was having on her more than apparent in her ears - an ideal situation.
She started to suck at her clit and Rio hit a wall.
“...spread herself open, swiping Agatha’s finger through her wetness, all the - the - w - w - way - fuck, Agatha!”
Rio threw her head back, eyes closed and no longer looking at the screen at all as she panted and pushed herself into Agatha’s mouth.
Time for some fun.
Agatha suddenly lifted herself completely away, now kneeling over Rio’s legs, taking the hands that were on her thighs away too.
“No - I - fuck,” Rio jerked her hips into the loss of Agatha’s touch as if she could find friction with the air.
“Oh is it hard to focus, baby?” Agatha pouted at her in mock pity.
“Fuck you,” Rio muttered, her eyes taking Agatha in like she was starved.
“Well lucky for you, that’s exactly what you get to do after you finish our story.”
“I’m definitely not going to be able to keep reading if you make me come,” Rio argued.
“Oh! Thank you for that reminder - I almost forgot to tell you. You’re not coming until you finish the story anyhow,” Agatha explained calmly as if she was giving driving directions.
“God - should have seen that coming. Can you help me fucking focus then?”
At the end of the day, Agatha knew her wife loved to be edged even if she protested in the moment, but just to be sure…
“Hmm I mean if that’s what you want, I could go stand over there and wait ‘till you’re done…”
Agatha watched as Rio considered, her eyes tracing from Agatha’s face, down her body and back up again.
“Fine, don’t go.”
Agatha smirked. She scooted up Rio’s body again, still straddling her, and kissed her neck.
“Good choice. Color, baby?”
They were used to using traffic lights and while they weren’t doing anything crazy, Agatha wanted to make sure Rio was actually into this.
“Unfortunately, very green,” Rio sighed as Agatha kissed below her ear.
“Then let’s hear what happens next.”
As Rio started to read again, Agatha placed a hand on Rio’s thigh and began to drag her fingers up until she landed over her slit where she gently traced around and teased her, her head still by Rio’s.
“The moment she touches the bundle of nerves, Rio shudders...”
Agatha took it easy on her for a moment, just teasing, although surely that was maddening in its own way.
She sucked at the bottom of Rio’s neck like a teenager, not caring if it left a mark because she knew Rio liked it, a sign that she was wanted and owned.
Rio was back to reading at a comically fast pace, all the more motivated by what she knew was on the other side. Agatha found herself wondering if Rio was even taking the words in, but judging by the changes in her breathing and movements of her hips that were unrelated to what Agatha was doing, it was clear that it was having an effect on her too.
“‘I believe it’s supposed to be: 'may I take my slutty excuse for underwear off, please?’’”
Rio chuckled to herself at that.
Agatha slid a finger between Rio’s folds again which were drenched from the combination of slick and spit. Rio sighed out her next words and when Agatha began circling her clit, her high-pitched and discombobulated speaking returned.
“...not enough to keep her from releasing an occ- occasional ‘oh fuck’. The whole thiiiiing makes Agatha very much aware of her own wetness.”
Too true. Agatha knew she was nearly dripping at this point.
Agatha took a finger and teased at Rio’s entrance and then slid a finger inside, and meeting no resistance, she quickly added a second.
Rio was able to read pretty well though this, and took advantage of the opportunity to double down and read quickly. She sounded like the side-effects segment of a pharmaceutical ad, but amusingly, slowed down a bit every time she read something that caught her attention.
The heat in Agatha’s own body was beginning to beg for her attention, and she let herself find some relief by rubbing herself against Rio’s upper thigh.
Rio noticed this and moaned through her words, eyes darting back and forth between the phone and Agatha’s body.
Despite this new distraction, Agatha knew Rio wouldn’t struggle to read with penetration alone, but she expected that if she…
“Her walls are– shit!”
Agatha curled her fingers into the area where Rio was most sensitive and pressed while moving up and down over it.
Rio managed to recover reading pretty quickly, knowing what would happen if she didn’t, but her body was going feral as she writhed under Agatha’s hand, her voice strained.
“Good girl,” Agatha muttered quietly as Rio kept reading, which was surely exceedingly helpful in her effort to keep her focus.
She knew what Rio needed and what she was looking for in her squirming, but was debating if it was more fun to tease her into oblivion or to put her on the edge.
Soon enough, she went with the latter and flattened her hand so it pressed against Rio’s clit as well.
Rio gasped, and despite knowing what she was headed towards, she bucked up into Agatha’s palm and ground into it to get more friction. Her breath grew ragged between her words.
Agatha’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull watching her wife grow so desperate - she couldn’t imagine a better sight and the heat in her body raged as she nipped at Rio’s neck.
Rio was struggling to keep her eyes and voice focused in a way that would be funny if it wasn’t so hot. She spoke light and high. If Agatha didn’t know the context, it would almost sound like she was crying.
“The moans th- th- that are being expelled into her mouth,” ironically, Rio moans, “send her own body spiraling down her own - her own sense of pleasure– she’s almost positive she will,” Rio whimpers, “come undone at the first t- t- touch on her clit.”
Rio lasted for another minute, fighting a war as she sometimes pulled away from Agatha when she got too distracted and knew she was going to lose her composure, but then becoming overcome by her own need again and rutting into her hand.
Just when Agatha began to wonder if she was going to have to pull her hand away so Rio wouldn’t come without permission, Rio did the work for her.
She was straining more notably, her back arched, her words slowing and mangled, and then –
“Dig- digging, fuck! Agatha, I- I- can’t,” Rio threw her head back again, brows knitted in pleasure and desperation.
Agatha pulled her fingers out and her hand away, and was met by a deep moan from Rio, this time one of disappointment as she chased her touch with her hips again.
“You knew what would happen, my love,” Agatha scolded gently.
“I can’t,” Rio whispered.
That wasn’t a color or safeword though as Rio surely knew Agatha was aware.
“Color?” Agatha checked.
“Green,” Rio moaned at the ceiling.
“Well, baby, if the touch is too much, I don’t have to get you off…” Agatha moved so she was kneeling and straddling one of Rio’s legs. “I’m sure I could find another way to occupy myself as you read. I’ll show you if you start again, but at the same time, it would really be a shame if you didn’t get to come. Wouldn’t it, babygirl?”
Rio only stared back at her, eyes dark and needy. She shifted her gaze back to her phone slowly, and hesitantly began reading again to see what would happen. Agatha started to grind against her wife’s thigh in earnest, immediately drenching it in her own slick. She was almost not able to get enough friction with how wet she was - not surprising.
Rio’s eyes grew to saucers as she watched Agatha move, trying to rapidly flip between her phone and her wife.
She watched Rio trying to think and make a decision in her immensely horny and distracted state. Her voice was nearly as strained as it was when Agatha was touching her.
“She f-feels Rio’s hands roam over her back, and- and she has to bite… her lip to not react… to the tickling sensation.”
As Agatha watched Rio coming undone from this option as well, she realized the only hitch in this plan was that Rio might actually like this too much. She loved being used and watching Agatha get herself off, as was more than evident in the heaviness of her breathing and darkness of her eyes now, but Agatha wanted to keep edging her.
For her part, Agatha was enjoying Rio’s thigh a little too much to stay focused anyhow, hearing herself moan and her breath catch as she found a good rhythm.
Rio carried on for a little while, eyes flitting between the screen and her increasingly hot and bothered wife. Agatha hoped that the heat between Rio’s thighs would be enough to convince her that she wanted to be touched, and as Rio’s expression turned into her brows furrowing and then her hips bucking, Agatha got what she wanted.
As much as Agatha wasn’t complaining about finally attending to her own need, she had set out to edge her wife until she was a mess, and that was what she was going to do.
“Agatha feels her nipples stiffen –” Rio moaned. “Fine,” she conceded and cut herself off.
Agatha immediately stopped moving but almost regretted her own rules as she had just been starting to get somewhere and it was hard to make herself stop.
“What’s that, baby?”
Rio glowered at her slightly, but any animosity was completely negated by the intense lust burning behind her eyes.
“Touch me again. I - please.”
God, she was hot when she was desperate.
“Of course,” Agatha smiled wickedly.
Rio knew the rules so started to read where she had left off.
“...and she exhales slowly, trying to maintain control.”
For now, Rio’s voice was even again.
Agatha raked her hands over Rio’s body, letting her nails drag heavily, and then gripped Rio’s hips to lower herself further down again, licking one of her nipples on her way.
Once she was comfortable, she started by gently gliding her tongue over Rio’s slit, which was met by a gasp from her wife above her.
It was immediately apparent that Rio was significantly wetter than she had been when Agatha was last touching her. Fuck.
She started slowly, dragging her tongue through a few times and reveling in the familiar taste of her wife again and the wetness spreading over her chin, listening to Rio read.
“...when Rio switches sides, latching onto her other nipple and causing a renewed sensation, she starts wondering if she could come like this. Every time she feels Rio’s tongue flick past the sensitive pebbled bud, a new jolt of electricity sparks down to her clit. Oh, yes, she probably could…”
Agatha circled Rio’s clit gently at first, warming her up again, even though Rio certainly didn’t need it as her hips chased Agatha’s tongue.
Then, it was time to have some fun again.
Agatha wrapped her lips around Rio’s clit and sucked, eliciting a moan of wild proportions through Rio’s words, rendering her almost unintelligible, but somehow, she kept reading.
She decided she’d give Rio everything she knew she wanted and started to drag her tongue over her clit hard and fast, and Rio’s breathing gave her away as she panted through her words.
“‘Are you… going to keep wasting my… precious time to tickle me? Or are… you going to grow uuuuup… and eat me out?’”
She was clearly struggling immensely and Agatha didn’t let up.
At first, Rio started racing through her words again as if she could finish the story before she’d reach her orgasm, but as she got closer, her efforts were rendered futile.
“At the first - first - ahhh fuck! Fuck - swipe between her f- f- folds, both of them gasp in unison and Agathathrowsherhead - shit! I - oh my god, Agatha I need to -”
Agatha pulled away again and Rio responded with a mangled whine through her panting.
“No - fuck,” she moaned.
“Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let you come anyway,” Agatha smiled sweetly at her.
Rio shook her head. “I swear to fucking…”and then Agatha watched as Rio remembered that ultimately, she was in control here. Her face grew almost comically determined as she returned her gaze to her phone.
“‘Agatha,’ Rio breathes. ‘Are you– do you always get this wet?’”
Agatha smirked to herself. Yes, dear, I’ll touch you again.
She slid two fingers into Rio and started to fuck her slowly as she lazily nipped at her thighs.
With her head a little higher up, she could watch as Rio took advantage of the slightly lessened stimulation to read with more focus, her blissed out expression skimming the screen.
“But when she slides two fingers through the copious wetness between her folds…”
Agatha returned her mouth to Rio’s slit and began to get to work above her own fingers, swirling her tongue around before landing on her clit, at first just teasing it all too gently.
“She slips her fingers back, gathers some more wetness from her entrance and scoops it up, spreading it around her clit. The mo- mo-moment she starts tracing circles around her clit, her lower body starts jerking.”
She grew slightly heavier with her tongue, rolling circles over Rio’s clit as she fucked her with her fingers. She knew the end of what Rio was reading was getting close and she had every intention to send her wife spiraling into an orgasm when she was done. The movement of Rio’s hips told her she had the same plan.
This time, Rio’s voice grew deeper as she tried to keep it steady, almost monotone in her focus, and meanwhile Agatha removed her mouth for a moment, replacing it with her thumb over Rio’s clit as she curled her fingers inside of her, repeatedly pushing them over her g-spot.
Like before, Rio lost her composure. Her voice swung in every direction.
“She feels Rio co-co-copying her own earlier mmmmmovements but with her- her tongue, and within a few ssssseconds she has lost all -all sense of where she is, or even whosheis.”
Agatha could tell she was already close from the way that she was breathing and the pressure of her walls clenching around her fingers so she let up, going back to slowly fucking her. Rio whined and then started panting as she came down again, reading rapidly as she surely knew what Agatha was doing.
As Rio continued, Agatha brought her mouth back to Rio’s clit and flicked it this time, gently but insistently. Rio gasped and rocked her hips into Agatha’s hands and mouth, instinctively looking for more, and Agatha gave it to her, running her tongue over her wife’s clit, not enough to make her come, but enough to drive her insane.
Rio read the fastest she had yet, her voice high and choppy but even with determination.
“But despite the ability to tug on Rio’s hair when it gets too much too quickly, the sensation builds up fast. Agatha realizes there’s no other option than to surrender under Rio’s highly skilled tongue and mouth. It’s unworldly, really, the way Rio pays attention to her body.”
Agatha let her tongue press Rio’s clit with more force now - still not quite how she knew Rio needed her, but getting closer. She stilled her fingers, letting them simply fill her wife for a moment.
Rio plowed on, a few moans breaking through as she canted her hips into Agatha’s mouth. Then her breathing grew choppy and short and she froze under Agatha. She was too close, and Agatha sure as fuck wasn’t going to let her come. While Rio may be obedient, she had been known to get too desperate and sneak orgasms when she wasn’t allowed one before.
She lifted her mouth away for a moment, only moving her fingers again.
Rio groaned and huffed, kicking a leg in frustration. Agatha looked up to find her face contorted like she was on the verge of tears. At this point though, Rio was surely more than aware that if she just kept going, she’d get to come, so she did
Agatha curled her fingers again, starting to give Rio what she most needed. She would never grow tired of watching the effect she could have on her wife. There was no greater feeling of power than knowing that she was the one who could make her come undone, and in turn, watching Rio melt drove her own desire beyond reasonability.
“‘She loses any sense of reality as every flick of Rio’s tongue brings her higher and higher into a lustful delirium. She bucks her hips up to get even more friction, the concept of buying herself more time before her orgasm now completely thrown out the window. ‘Oh Rio, oh– oh fuck…’”
Hearing Rio moan her own name was surprisingly hot, if not also a bit amusing.
Agatha realized she wasn’t sure exactly when the end of the chapter was but she knew it was close and she was also sure that it would be more than obvious from Rio’s behavior.
She counted on that it was nearing and that Rio would follow the rules, and brought her mouth back.
She went straight to her clit and traced hard circles, while Rio read like a madman.
“First, her back arches, nearly making her spine snap….”
If Rio could just make it through fictional Agatha coming, she would get to do the same.
Agatha started flicking over her clit in the way that she knew would bring Rio over the edge - side to side, hard and fast.
Rio’s voice broke but she kept going, gasping for air around her words, her voice whining.
Agatha moaned into Rio’s cunt feeling her wife’s legs started to shake underneath her.
“...sucking in the corner of her lip in admiration…”
Rio began reading so quickly and with so many other desperate sounds intermingled, it was almost unintelligible, but Agatha let her get away with it because the vision of her wife coming undone underneath her was too good to stop.
She didn’t let up on her clit and then –
“...in one week.”
Rio threw her phone down on the bed and grabbed Agatha’s head with her free hand, pulling her closer and arching her back to meet her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Agatha could feel Rio’s walls beginning to pulse around her fingers and then Rio froze underneath her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and then, just as Agatha was waiting for, she broke into a desperate moan as she came, rolling her hips to meet Agatha as she fucked her through it.
God, there was no better sight.
Her breathing was wild and disjoined as her movements slowed. She let go of Agatha’s head, moving her hand to her own hair as she panted heavily.
“Jesus christ, I - oh my god.”
“How did you like story time, baby?”
Agatha crawled back up slowly like a cat as Rio came down. Her eyes were closed and as soon as they opened, there was a new fire in them that took Agatha off guard.
“My hand - give me my hand.”
Rio started to futz with the rope herself, her eyes roaming Agatha like a meal on a platter.
“Yes, my love.”
The hunger in her wife’s eyes despite that she had just come surprised Agatha but lord knows she wasn’t complaining. Agatha herself was on fire. The only downside to edging Rio was that she herself was still completely untouched and she needed that to change as badly as Rio did. It was time for Rio to reap her reward of getting to do as she pleased.
Agatha undid her tie, freeing Rio’s likely sore wrist and Rio wasted no time lunging forward in her newfound freedom.
She scrambled to her knees, meeting Agatha, and grabbed at the bottom of her dress.
She tangled the fabric in her fingers and pulled it over Agatha’s head as if it was on fire and she was trying to save a life. Agatha was left in only her thong.
Rio pushed her backwards, Agatha’s head landing where Rio’s feet had been when she was tied up, and Rio was all over her like a creature starved. Her hands roved over Agatha’s body taking it in something like a mania, grasping her hips, trailing her sides, massaging her breasts, scratching her ribs. Agatha moaned into the feeling of being taken in for all she was and Rio was only spurred on in her worship.
She licked up Agatha’s sternum and then took one of her nipples in her mouth, messily playing with it under her tongue before moving upwards to find Agatha’s mouth.
Their lips met in desperation, the waiting finally catching up with Agatha as her desire burned a hole through her. She scratched at Rio’s back, pulling her closer, and their lips moved in chaos, tongues everywhere. Vibrations from moans that Agatha didn’t even know who was making were the only interruption.
Agatha grasped at Rio’s ass, pulling her hips closer and starting to grind against the top of one of her thighs again. She needed something, anything, but after briefly giving in and enjoying her wife bucking into her, Rio wasn’t having it.
She pulled away as Agatha whined in protest. She grabbed Agatha’s thong, pulling it down over her legs at awkward angles and then tossing it onto the floor somewhere.
Rio started to return to where she had started, lying back with her head on a pillow near the headboard. As she slinked backwards, she let Agatha in on her plan.
“Sit on me,” she muttered breathlessly. “Please, my love.”
God, Agatha would give this woman the world if she could.
Leave it to Rio Vidal to be edged and teased, and then still just want to serve when given the option of anything in the world.
Agatha didn’t have to be told twice.
She kissed Rio on her way, trying to communicate through her lips her own kind of worship for the woman about to be underneath her.
She straddled Rio’s head and slowly lowered herself down, but her gracefulness was interrupted by Rio grabbing her by the backs of the thighs and pulling her.
The second Rio’s mouth met her folds they both moaned. The soft heat of Rio’s tongue immediately made Agatha feel ever so slightly dizzy.
“Fuck,” Rio murmered into her. “You’re so fucking wet.”
In the air of Rio’s breath on her, Agatha could feel it herself. Not even her upper thighs were left dry in the effect that the events of the evening had on her.
Rio’s mouth returned to its work, and at this point, neither of them were taking it slow.
Agatha ground down into Rio’s mouth, reveling in the moans it elicited every time.
Rio’s tongue was skilled, and she knew exactly what Agatha liked. The ball of heat in Agatha’s stomach grew in epic proportions until she was panting and grasping at the headboard, struggling to support her own weight.
Rio’s nails clawed into her ass as she repeatedly ran her tongue over her clit. The pressure was sending Agatha over the edge and to say it felt good was beyond an understatement. She felt a familiar tightening in her lower stomach, her breath coming in fits and starts, and Rio pulled her down hard, encouraging Agatha to take everything she needed.
She rolled her hips into Rio’s mouth one last time and then she was gone, careening into an orgasm that had her hearing going fuzzy for a moment as she panted and clung to the headboard.
Rio stayed with her, dragging her tongue through her folds as she came down from her high.
After collecting herself, Agatha leaned to one side to swing her leg over.
“Fuck,” she muttered, kneeling next to her wife.
Rio reached up, pulling at her arm and then grabbing the back of her head when Agatha was close enough. She brought her down for a messy kiss. The taste of Agatha still fresh on her lips.
“Mmmm, you do that almost as well as story Rio,” Agatha whispered contentedly into her wife’s lips.
“Oh shut the fuck up,” Rio laughed and the sound brought a smile to Agatha’s face as it always did. “Story Rio learned everything she knows from me.”
“Oh no, honey, that’s a different kind of story.”
“God, I don’t even want to know.”
Agatha kissed her again, she was too close not to.
“You can’t lie to me and say that you don’t find it at least a little hot,” Agatha prodded.
“I never said that,” Rio smirked.
“Seriously though,” she continued. “Why had you never had sex with a woman before in that? Are they all like that?”
“Oh no no, they’re all different. They’re all different versions of us living different lives, but always in love, or at least wanting each other.”
Rio smiled gently in spite of herself.
“That’s actually kind of cute.”
“You should read the rest of this one, you’d like it - it’s a very hot you.”
“You better not start falling for a fictional Rio over me.”
Rio playfully grabbed Agatha and pulled her down to be lying on top of her.
“They can’t make you feel the things I can,” she continued. She started to slide her hand down Agatha’s side, about to prove her point.
“Never, my love. You’re the best one.”