Burning deep inside
Title: Burning deep inside
Author: ardvari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Original (f/f)
Disclaimer: All mine!
A/N: Inspired by another picture I found on tumblr. And again it's smut for smut's sake. Concrit welcome!
Burning deep inside
They’re still way out on this tiny country road, all rolling hills and leaves falling off the trees, when she starts to touch herself. It’s almost innocent at first, the way she runs her fingers along her arms, along the straps of her dress. She traces her collarbone and bites her lip, and Arden grips the steering wheel a little tighter, tries concentrating on the scenery, on the white wooden fences that stretch along the road, starts to count the spaces between them.
She turns up the music a little; the strains of some classical piece surrounding them, and Arden can feel her frayed nerves relaxing a little. Until the woman beside her pulls her skirt up, exposes long, smooth legs and lace panties. She arches her back, runs a hand down the front of her panties and moans, her eyes never leaving Arden’s. There’s a wicked glint in them, and it’s enough to make Arden step on the gas a little harder, making the car jump forward suddenly.
She makes the car swerve off the road onto a small parking lot, the ground wet and littered with leaves.
“Get out,” Arden growls, and watches her passenger scramble for the door.
By the time she’s danced around the front of the car like some kind of fairy princess in heels, Arden has already pushed open her door, has already undone her belt and the fly of her pants. She knows what she wants, rubs a hand along the bulge of her strap on.
And then the other woman’s on her knees on the concrete that must dig into the soft skin of her knees uncomfortably, eyes wide and never leaving Arden’s while her fingers free the purple cock, stroking it almost reverently.
“Don’t tease,” Arden warns, almost surprised about the hard edge to her voice, and feeling a hint of sadistic pleasure at the way the other woman’s eyes grow even wider, at the way her lips part.
She doesn’t hesitate, crawls closer awkwardly on the hard ground and finally takes the cock into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of it. She’s good at this, brilliant even, the way she sucks this cock, makes it push back against Arden’s soft flesh, makes it hit her clit in just the right way.
She moans around the cock, a smile curving her lips at the way Arden is panting, shifting in her seat, trying to get more friction, more pressure where she really needs it, wants it, craves it. She knows just how to draw it out, just how to skirt the edge with Arden, until she can feel her fingers in her hair, feels her tugging gently at first and then a little more roughly, so it hurts a little. The pain shoots along her nerve endings and settles low in her belly, and she lets Arden pull her up, lets her push her panties to the side. Somehow she manages to straddle Arden, her ass against the steering wheel until she sinks down on the cock with a sigh.
She’s good at this, too, knows exactly how to move to make it good for both of them. She rolls her hips, pushes a little until they’re both panting, their mouths almost touching, tasting each other’s breath. So, so close.
Arden slips her hand down, presses her thumb against the other woman’s clit, circles and stills until she can feel her building, can feel the tension in her body, taut as a wire. She lets it snap when she’s close, too, when the bucking, the low groaning of the woman riding her will be enough to push her over the edge, too.
They stay locked together for long moments, feeling each other’s heartbeat slow down through the damp fabric of their clothes.
Finally Arden starts to shove her off, against the steering wheel, and the horn blares once, sharply. She gasps, still impaled on the purple cock.
“Can we go home now?” Arden asks sullenly, trying to hide her smirk, and the other woman nods and smiles, climbing off of her and tugging her dress down again.
She prances around the car and settles down in the passenger seat with a sigh, strapping herself into her seatbelt. She looks content, like a cat resting close to the fireplace. Arden growls, tucks the cock back into her pants and starts up the car.
The wind’s picked up and leaves flutter around them when she inches the car back out onto the road. She should have known they’d never make it home without fucking on the side of the road, the way they always do on long trips like this.
Author: ardvari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Original (f/f)
Disclaimer: All mine!
A/N: Inspired by another picture I found on tumblr. And again it's smut for smut's sake. Concrit welcome!
Burning deep inside
They’re still way out on this tiny country road, all rolling hills and leaves falling off the trees, when she starts to touch herself. It’s almost innocent at first, the way she runs her fingers along her arms, along the straps of her dress. She traces her collarbone and bites her lip, and Arden grips the steering wheel a little tighter, tries concentrating on the scenery, on the white wooden fences that stretch along the road, starts to count the spaces between them.
She turns up the music a little; the strains of some classical piece surrounding them, and Arden can feel her frayed nerves relaxing a little. Until the woman beside her pulls her skirt up, exposes long, smooth legs and lace panties. She arches her back, runs a hand down the front of her panties and moans, her eyes never leaving Arden’s. There’s a wicked glint in them, and it’s enough to make Arden step on the gas a little harder, making the car jump forward suddenly.
She makes the car swerve off the road onto a small parking lot, the ground wet and littered with leaves.
“Get out,” Arden growls, and watches her passenger scramble for the door.
By the time she’s danced around the front of the car like some kind of fairy princess in heels, Arden has already pushed open her door, has already undone her belt and the fly of her pants. She knows what she wants, rubs a hand along the bulge of her strap on.
And then the other woman’s on her knees on the concrete that must dig into the soft skin of her knees uncomfortably, eyes wide and never leaving Arden’s while her fingers free the purple cock, stroking it almost reverently.
“Don’t tease,” Arden warns, almost surprised about the hard edge to her voice, and feeling a hint of sadistic pleasure at the way the other woman’s eyes grow even wider, at the way her lips part.
She doesn’t hesitate, crawls closer awkwardly on the hard ground and finally takes the cock into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of it. She’s good at this, brilliant even, the way she sucks this cock, makes it push back against Arden’s soft flesh, makes it hit her clit in just the right way.
She moans around the cock, a smile curving her lips at the way Arden is panting, shifting in her seat, trying to get more friction, more pressure where she really needs it, wants it, craves it. She knows just how to draw it out, just how to skirt the edge with Arden, until she can feel her fingers in her hair, feels her tugging gently at first and then a little more roughly, so it hurts a little. The pain shoots along her nerve endings and settles low in her belly, and she lets Arden pull her up, lets her push her panties to the side. Somehow she manages to straddle Arden, her ass against the steering wheel until she sinks down on the cock with a sigh.
She’s good at this, too, knows exactly how to move to make it good for both of them. She rolls her hips, pushes a little until they’re both panting, their mouths almost touching, tasting each other’s breath. So, so close.
Arden slips her hand down, presses her thumb against the other woman’s clit, circles and stills until she can feel her building, can feel the tension in her body, taut as a wire. She lets it snap when she’s close, too, when the bucking, the low groaning of the woman riding her will be enough to push her over the edge, too.
They stay locked together for long moments, feeling each other’s heartbeat slow down through the damp fabric of their clothes.
Finally Arden starts to shove her off, against the steering wheel, and the horn blares once, sharply. She gasps, still impaled on the purple cock.
“Can we go home now?” Arden asks sullenly, trying to hide her smirk, and the other woman nods and smiles, climbing off of her and tugging her dress down again.
She prances around the car and settles down in the passenger seat with a sigh, strapping herself into her seatbelt. She looks content, like a cat resting close to the fireplace. Arden growls, tucks the cock back into her pants and starts up the car.
The wind’s picked up and leaves flutter around them when she inches the car back out onto the road. She should have known they’d never make it home without fucking on the side of the road, the way they always do on long trips like this.