"Sex in the Air", RPF, (Rihanna/Kate Moss)
Title: "Sex in the Air"
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Rihanna/Kate Moss
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I in no way suggest or believe it has any relation to reality.
Summary: Inspired by the photos they took together here I don't normally write RPF but the images inspired me too much to not.
Warnings: explicit f/f sex
The photographer left.
Rihanna asked her bodyguards to leave her and Kate to hang out some more.
They wore thin dark robes over the black lingerie they had been wearing during the shoot. They were sipping on champagne. They looked each other, lounging on separate love seats. Dark make-up ringed their eyes.
“So.” Rihanna said.
“So.”
“I couldn't help notice the way you've been lookin' at me all day.”
“You've been taking a good look too,” Kate replied coolly and took a sip of her drink.
“I think you want to do more than just look,” the singer finished her champagne and dropped the plastic glass on the floor.
Kate ran a finger down her chest, between the folds of the robe, giving the other woman a peak of pale skin and her dark bra. Rihanna's eyes followed the finger. Kate noticed. Rihanna's gaze flicked back up to the model's face.
There was sex in the air, no doubt about it. There was a pure electrifying spark of sexuality between them. It was just a matter of which one of them was going to make the first move, give words or actions to their desires.
It was Rihanna that finally broke the silence. “Are you gonna come here and put your mouth on my pussy or am I gonna have to come over there?”
“Straight to the point.” Kate finished her drink. “I like that.”
“When it comes to sex, I always go for what I want.” Rihanna slipped the robe off and wriggled out of it and flicking it onto the floor.
Then Kate was looking again, admiring Rihanna's toned body, her luscious legs, her breasts and the naughty look in her eyes. She decided she was even going to try and resist any more. She stood, ditched her own robe and sauntered over. She straddled the other woman.
They both smiled at each other. Then there was kissing. Wet, deep, hot kissing tongues battling for dominance. They grabbed at each other, hands running through each other's hair.
“I wasn't...” Rihanna started but was interrupted by Kate kissing her again while groping her left tit. “I wasn't kidding...” To her frustration Kate silenced her again with another lust filled smooch. “I really wasn't kidding,” when Kate tried to kiss her again Rihanna smacked the model's thigh just below her panties. “I wasn't kidding when I said I want your mouth on my cunt.”
Kate laughed and kissed her again, then quickly moved down, getting down on her knees between Rihanna's legs. Rihanna wriggled forward leaning back and shifting her butt to the edge of the love seat. She stretched out her arms along the back of the seat. She lifted her ass to let Kate pull off her panties.
Rihanna's pussy had been waxed bare.
“And what a lovely cunt it is,” Kate said. She planted soft kisses along the inside of her left thigh while her fingers trailed up the inside of the other.
As her thumb stroked over Rihanna's dark lower lips Kate Moss started adding little bites and suction to her kissing. Rihanna was wet, Kate was happy to find, very wet. Her thumb slid up and down between slick folds, grazing over Rihanna's clit.
Rihanna only had to endure about thirty seconds of teasing before Kate leaned in and replaced her thumb with her tongue. Rihanna tasted as good as she looked.
When Kate glanced up she found Rihanna topless, the metal bar through her left nipple glinting. She was tugging and pinching her other nipple as she watched the blonde between her thighs.
Kate ate out Rihanna with enthusiasm and oh god, oh god, she was good. Rihanna wasn't shy about being vocal about it. She used her mouth and tongue and sometimes even teeth to take the other woman to the height of pleasure.
Rihanna didn't pause at all following her orgasm, she got on top of Kate on the floor, quickly relieving her of her underwear while the model took off her bra. Naked, they kissed, Rihanna tasting her sweet cream on Kate's mouth. Her fingers slid through the soft patch of dark pubic hair to Kate's wetness. Her middle and ring finger thrust easily into Kate's cunt, palm pressing to her mound. With her other hand she pulled sharply on the hard nipple topping Kate's right breast.
Kate squealed and moaned, bucking against Rihanna's hand, holding onto the woman on top of her anywhere she could; grabbing her ass, shoulder, hair and hips, never staying in one spot for long.
Seeing how much Kate was enjoying it Rihanna got rougher, fucking her harder and faster with her fingers, not stopping when Kate climaxed. Instead she doubled her efforts and Kate's cries confirmed this was what she needed. Rihanna ducked her head and sucked hard on one of Kate's pebbled nipples, biting on it to elicit an exclamation of pure joy from the blonde.
Rihanna felt her cunt quivering around her fingers.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Kate sighed breathlessly as she came down from her second climax.
Rihanna came up, the two of them lying side by side facing each other. They kissed lightly, taking few moments to catch their breath.
“You got time for more?” Rihanna asked.
“I've got the rest of the afternoon.”
“Me too.” Rihanna kissed her again and started kissing her way down the older woman's body.
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Rihanna/Kate Moss
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I in no way suggest or believe it has any relation to reality.
Summary: Inspired by the photos they took together here I don't normally write RPF but the images inspired me too much to not.
Warnings: explicit f/f sex
The photographer left.
Rihanna asked her bodyguards to leave her and Kate to hang out some more.
They wore thin dark robes over the black lingerie they had been wearing during the shoot. They were sipping on champagne. They looked each other, lounging on separate love seats. Dark make-up ringed their eyes.
“So.” Rihanna said.
“So.”
“I couldn't help notice the way you've been lookin' at me all day.”
“You've been taking a good look too,” Kate replied coolly and took a sip of her drink.
“I think you want to do more than just look,” the singer finished her champagne and dropped the plastic glass on the floor.
Kate ran a finger down her chest, between the folds of the robe, giving the other woman a peak of pale skin and her dark bra. Rihanna's eyes followed the finger. Kate noticed. Rihanna's gaze flicked back up to the model's face.
There was sex in the air, no doubt about it. There was a pure electrifying spark of sexuality between them. It was just a matter of which one of them was going to make the first move, give words or actions to their desires.
It was Rihanna that finally broke the silence. “Are you gonna come here and put your mouth on my pussy or am I gonna have to come over there?”
“Straight to the point.” Kate finished her drink. “I like that.”
“When it comes to sex, I always go for what I want.” Rihanna slipped the robe off and wriggled out of it and flicking it onto the floor.
Then Kate was looking again, admiring Rihanna's toned body, her luscious legs, her breasts and the naughty look in her eyes. She decided she was even going to try and resist any more. She stood, ditched her own robe and sauntered over. She straddled the other woman.
They both smiled at each other. Then there was kissing. Wet, deep, hot kissing tongues battling for dominance. They grabbed at each other, hands running through each other's hair.
“I wasn't...” Rihanna started but was interrupted by Kate kissing her again while groping her left tit. “I wasn't kidding...” To her frustration Kate silenced her again with another lust filled smooch. “I really wasn't kidding,” when Kate tried to kiss her again Rihanna smacked the model's thigh just below her panties. “I wasn't kidding when I said I want your mouth on my cunt.”
Kate laughed and kissed her again, then quickly moved down, getting down on her knees between Rihanna's legs. Rihanna wriggled forward leaning back and shifting her butt to the edge of the love seat. She stretched out her arms along the back of the seat. She lifted her ass to let Kate pull off her panties.
Rihanna's pussy had been waxed bare.
“And what a lovely cunt it is,” Kate said. She planted soft kisses along the inside of her left thigh while her fingers trailed up the inside of the other.
As her thumb stroked over Rihanna's dark lower lips Kate Moss started adding little bites and suction to her kissing. Rihanna was wet, Kate was happy to find, very wet. Her thumb slid up and down between slick folds, grazing over Rihanna's clit.
Rihanna only had to endure about thirty seconds of teasing before Kate leaned in and replaced her thumb with her tongue. Rihanna tasted as good as she looked.
When Kate glanced up she found Rihanna topless, the metal bar through her left nipple glinting. She was tugging and pinching her other nipple as she watched the blonde between her thighs.
Kate ate out Rihanna with enthusiasm and oh god, oh god, she was good. Rihanna wasn't shy about being vocal about it. She used her mouth and tongue and sometimes even teeth to take the other woman to the height of pleasure.
Rihanna didn't pause at all following her orgasm, she got on top of Kate on the floor, quickly relieving her of her underwear while the model took off her bra. Naked, they kissed, Rihanna tasting her sweet cream on Kate's mouth. Her fingers slid through the soft patch of dark pubic hair to Kate's wetness. Her middle and ring finger thrust easily into Kate's cunt, palm pressing to her mound. With her other hand she pulled sharply on the hard nipple topping Kate's right breast.
Kate squealed and moaned, bucking against Rihanna's hand, holding onto the woman on top of her anywhere she could; grabbing her ass, shoulder, hair and hips, never staying in one spot for long.
Seeing how much Kate was enjoying it Rihanna got rougher, fucking her harder and faster with her fingers, not stopping when Kate climaxed. Instead she doubled her efforts and Kate's cries confirmed this was what she needed. Rihanna ducked her head and sucked hard on one of Kate's pebbled nipples, biting on it to elicit an exclamation of pure joy from the blonde.
Rihanna felt her cunt quivering around her fingers.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Kate sighed breathlessly as she came down from her second climax.
Rihanna came up, the two of them lying side by side facing each other. They kissed lightly, taking few moments to catch their breath.
“You got time for more?” Rihanna asked.
“I've got the rest of the afternoon.”
“Me too.” Rihanna kissed her again and started kissing her way down the older woman's body.