This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 12)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 12)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1079 words
Summary: Is there such thing as too much?
Rating: Mature. More sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay’s expression says she means business and just like that Samantha is fired up and ready to go. An eventful day in her old life seems mediocre at best compared to the present - and she doesn’t mind one bit.
She’s never really been addicted to anything before. She wonders if this is what it feels like. Just when she thinks she’s had enough, she suddenly wants more. She tries to tell herself not to get used to it, not to be dependent - because it won’t last forever. She feels guilty for hoping she’s wrong.
To distract herself, she tries to maintain some normalcy by taking her dog for a walk. She wants to cater to Lindsay’s every whim but also realizes how neglectful she’s been to the rest of her life. So she throws on some comfy clothes and heads outside.
As if sensing her owner’s anxiety, the dog quickly does her business and struts willingly back to the house.
“What do you think, Caddy? Should we keep this one?” she asks the bulldog before they enter the house. In response, the dog pads across the hardwood flooring and into the laundry room.
Lindsay is climbing dangerously on the dryer, trying to reach a high shelf when they find her.
“Can I help you?” Samantha asks sarcastically.
“Was just gonna wash our gym clothes but I wasn’t sure where you kept your soup.”
Samantha motions to a lower shelf beside the washing machine. She pours a capful of the liquid and drops it in with the sweaty clothes.
Lindsay shrugs cutely and mouths an ‘ooops!’ as she sits her bare end down on the dryer. With the press of a button, the washer powers up and sends reflex vibrations through the dryer where the redhead sits.
She gasps a little at this new sensation and is reluctant to slip down from her seat and into Samantha’s waiting arms.
Her feet barely touch the ground when Samantha lifts her, carrying her awkwardly into the bedroom. She tosses Lindsay onto her unmade bed and crawls on after her.
The girl on her back, Samantha pulls her by the ankles and wraps long legs around her own waist.
“So where were we?” Samantha asks. Lindsay blushes and covers her face.
She leans close to the freckled face, her lips pursed for a kiss but instead she quietly instructs the girl to lay on her stomach.
The redhead does so obligingly and rests her head on folded arms. Samantha’s soft fingers knead the skin in the middle of her back and then onto her lower back.
She places her body weight on the girl below, leaving sensual kisses across her shoulders and around her neck. Sliding her hands beneath the body, she takes a moment to caress the girl’s chest. She realizes how little attention she pays to these incredible assets and promises to remedy that later.
Her hands massage the skin down her stomach, creating necessary space between the girl and the cushiony mattress below them.
Finally, she reaches a pair of strong hips and gently guides them backward and up, leaving a triangle shaped space between skin and blanket. She slides both hands further down, teasingly spreading the girl’s muscular legs. More than anything else, she enjoys the feeling of control. This is the only time she truly feels Lindsay is changeable clay in her hands - like taming a wild horse with a bit of tender loving care.
As usual, Samantha finds the hot spots with ease. With almost magnetic force, her fingers are drawn to the girl’s clit. If by chance they begin to stray, a hand joins hers, offering a gentle reminder - and redirection.
A few slender digits venture further inside, the ball of her hand still rubbing firmly on the area that requires constant stimulation.
The girl rocks her hips, satisfying her needs with a voracious hunger for more. She moans the words ‘faster’ and ‘deeper’ as needed and the occasional ‘right there’, though her actions speak much louder.
Curiosity gets the best of the DJ and so she plunges her fingers even deeper. In an instant, she causes a tidal wave of muscle contractions and an especially satisfied “Oh my God!” The girl’s back is arched and her red face is pressed against Samantha’s cheek.
Just as fast as her heart rate sped up, she crashes and lays limp on the bed. Her eyes flutter open and shut in a state of euphoria.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Samantha asks, laying carefully beside the girl. She moves a piece of hair stuck to the girl’s moist face. Lindsay looks at her confused. “You know, in a bed. Just as much fun without risking public embarrassment.”
Lindsay laughs, turning on her side and wrapping Samantha’s arm tight around herself. “Would be hotter in someone else’s bed,” she says, winking and closing her eyes.
A few moments pass while Samantha considers how fulfilling it is to be anywhere with the girl. “I like taking risks when I’m with you,” she whispers.
“Mmm…” Lindsay mumbles, turning around and nuzzling her face into the crook of Samantha’s neck.
It's evening now. The streets outside are quiet and becoming bare. For the first time all day, Samantha pays attention to her stomach growling and realizes supper has long passed. It's amazing how easily the basic necessities of life can be forgotten when you're otherwise occupied.
"Hungry?" Samantha says, mussing the other girl’s post-romp hair.
Lindsay is lying on her stomach and wiggles to turn her head. She smiles as the DJ pulls on an old sweatshirt, still feeling a little self conscious about her thin frame.
"Order in?" she asks when she doesn't receive a verbal response. Lindsay nods and kicks away the remainder of blankets that cover her.
While Samantha makes a phone call, Lindsay makes her way to the girl's modest bedroom closet. Naturally, the house's largest closet is used to store her sneaker collection. She picks out a vintage rock tee and a pair of loose fitting jeans, sliding into them like they were made for her.
When Samantha re-enters the room, her jaw practically drops at how well the girl fills in her attire. Impossibly so, she is already finding it hard not to undress the younger woman with her eyes.
She swallows hard and puts her hands behind her head for lack of a better place. “Food’s on its way. And I need a cold shower.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1079 words
Summary: Is there such thing as too much?
Rating: Mature. More sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay’s expression says she means business and just like that Samantha is fired up and ready to go. An eventful day in her old life seems mediocre at best compared to the present - and she doesn’t mind one bit.
She’s never really been addicted to anything before. She wonders if this is what it feels like. Just when she thinks she’s had enough, she suddenly wants more. She tries to tell herself not to get used to it, not to be dependent - because it won’t last forever. She feels guilty for hoping she’s wrong.
To distract herself, she tries to maintain some normalcy by taking her dog for a walk. She wants to cater to Lindsay’s every whim but also realizes how neglectful she’s been to the rest of her life. So she throws on some comfy clothes and heads outside.
As if sensing her owner’s anxiety, the dog quickly does her business and struts willingly back to the house.
“What do you think, Caddy? Should we keep this one?” she asks the bulldog before they enter the house. In response, the dog pads across the hardwood flooring and into the laundry room.
Lindsay is climbing dangerously on the dryer, trying to reach a high shelf when they find her.
“Can I help you?” Samantha asks sarcastically.
“Was just gonna wash our gym clothes but I wasn’t sure where you kept your soup.”
Samantha motions to a lower shelf beside the washing machine. She pours a capful of the liquid and drops it in with the sweaty clothes.
Lindsay shrugs cutely and mouths an ‘ooops!’ as she sits her bare end down on the dryer. With the press of a button, the washer powers up and sends reflex vibrations through the dryer where the redhead sits.
She gasps a little at this new sensation and is reluctant to slip down from her seat and into Samantha’s waiting arms.
Her feet barely touch the ground when Samantha lifts her, carrying her awkwardly into the bedroom. She tosses Lindsay onto her unmade bed and crawls on after her.
The girl on her back, Samantha pulls her by the ankles and wraps long legs around her own waist.
“So where were we?” Samantha asks. Lindsay blushes and covers her face.
She leans close to the freckled face, her lips pursed for a kiss but instead she quietly instructs the girl to lay on her stomach.
The redhead does so obligingly and rests her head on folded arms. Samantha’s soft fingers knead the skin in the middle of her back and then onto her lower back.
She places her body weight on the girl below, leaving sensual kisses across her shoulders and around her neck. Sliding her hands beneath the body, she takes a moment to caress the girl’s chest. She realizes how little attention she pays to these incredible assets and promises to remedy that later.
Her hands massage the skin down her stomach, creating necessary space between the girl and the cushiony mattress below them.
Finally, she reaches a pair of strong hips and gently guides them backward and up, leaving a triangle shaped space between skin and blanket. She slides both hands further down, teasingly spreading the girl’s muscular legs. More than anything else, she enjoys the feeling of control. This is the only time she truly feels Lindsay is changeable clay in her hands - like taming a wild horse with a bit of tender loving care.
As usual, Samantha finds the hot spots with ease. With almost magnetic force, her fingers are drawn to the girl’s clit. If by chance they begin to stray, a hand joins hers, offering a gentle reminder - and redirection.
A few slender digits venture further inside, the ball of her hand still rubbing firmly on the area that requires constant stimulation.
The girl rocks her hips, satisfying her needs with a voracious hunger for more. She moans the words ‘faster’ and ‘deeper’ as needed and the occasional ‘right there’, though her actions speak much louder.
Curiosity gets the best of the DJ and so she plunges her fingers even deeper. In an instant, she causes a tidal wave of muscle contractions and an especially satisfied “Oh my God!” The girl’s back is arched and her red face is pressed against Samantha’s cheek.
Just as fast as her heart rate sped up, she crashes and lays limp on the bed. Her eyes flutter open and shut in a state of euphoria.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Samantha asks, laying carefully beside the girl. She moves a piece of hair stuck to the girl’s moist face. Lindsay looks at her confused. “You know, in a bed. Just as much fun without risking public embarrassment.”
Lindsay laughs, turning on her side and wrapping Samantha’s arm tight around herself. “Would be hotter in someone else’s bed,” she says, winking and closing her eyes.
A few moments pass while Samantha considers how fulfilling it is to be anywhere with the girl. “I like taking risks when I’m with you,” she whispers.
“Mmm…” Lindsay mumbles, turning around and nuzzling her face into the crook of Samantha’s neck.
It's evening now. The streets outside are quiet and becoming bare. For the first time all day, Samantha pays attention to her stomach growling and realizes supper has long passed. It's amazing how easily the basic necessities of life can be forgotten when you're otherwise occupied.
"Hungry?" Samantha says, mussing the other girl’s post-romp hair.
Lindsay is lying on her stomach and wiggles to turn her head. She smiles as the DJ pulls on an old sweatshirt, still feeling a little self conscious about her thin frame.
"Order in?" she asks when she doesn't receive a verbal response. Lindsay nods and kicks away the remainder of blankets that cover her.
While Samantha makes a phone call, Lindsay makes her way to the girl's modest bedroom closet. Naturally, the house's largest closet is used to store her sneaker collection. She picks out a vintage rock tee and a pair of loose fitting jeans, sliding into them like they were made for her.
When Samantha re-enters the room, her jaw practically drops at how well the girl fills in her attire. Impossibly so, she is already finding it hard not to undress the younger woman with her eyes.
She swallows hard and puts her hands behind her head for lack of a better place. “Food’s on its way. And I need a cold shower.”