Mhmm… [ She hums, combing through Vanessa’s hair with her fingers. ] Poor thing. Subjected to such inhumane sports cruelty…
[She purrs at the feel of Bodie’s fingers against her scalp, and nuzzles her face against the older blonde’s chest, murmuring into the fabric of her shirt.]
[ Bodie pats Vanessa’s thigh reassuringly before shifting her weight, turning and straddling the model’s lap. Her position blocks Vanessa’s view of the TV. ]
Well now I’m over you. Literally. …is it better?
[Vanessa’s hands anchor themselves on Bodie’s asscheeks, holding the chef in place. She nips and kisses at Bodie’s throat.]
Notes: "My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me? So I die happy.” Vanessa visits Bodie in order to remedy their kissing deficit.
Warning: Smut. Lots of it.
Bodie remembers Vanessa saying something about how she should leave. Maybe ten minutes ago. Twenty. Forty-five...? Maybe she's said it more than once. But it doesn't really matter, does it? Because she's still right here, underneath Bodie and between her legs, completely at ease in one of her dining room chairs. The model-turned-sculptor's hands are right up the back of Bodie's shirt, long fingers pressed into the muscle of her back, and she's making the most... wonderful little sounds and sighs. A plate of half-eaten cookies sits on the table behind them, two cups of coffee long gone cold. The pretense of polity was flimsy at best. Because they both knew why Vanessa had come over. And it gives Bodie a rush to feel this kind of young, almost teenaged fervor for someone again.
Vanessa loves the attention Bodie has given her since she arrived two hours ago. Ample attention with her mouth and hands, that is. Sweet pecks gave way to tongues and teeth, and they've only just slowed down now. With Bodie straddling her hips, and her fingers tracing the subtle tone of Bodie's muscle beneath the skin. As heavenly as the night has been, she should be making her way back to Marina del Rey. Class first thing in the morning and her bed is calling. But she's also not ready to leave this beautiful distraction. Murmuring against the hollow of Bodie's neck, "Mmmmmm I really need to get going...."
Bodie has heard that a few times now. "Unh-unh.." She murmurs her disagreement with eyes closed and fingers sliding into Vanessa's silky hair, cradling the back of her skull right where she is. It's been a triumph of the will to not push too hard too fast. Vanessa, while eager, has seemed to err on the side of taking things slowly, and the last thing Bodie wants to do is scare her off. So her hips have stayed regrettably still, and everyone is still dressed. But it's still hot. Literally. She can feel a thin sheen of sweat beading at her back. Vanessa's mouth creeps close to the curve of her jaw, and Bodie tips the blonde's head back and her own down to kiss again.
Vanessa accepts the hungry kiss without protest. More than happy to oblige Bodie's desire, but time waits for no one, let alone her sculpting professor first thing in the morning. Lightly, she nips at Bodie's back with her nails. "I have class so early tomorrow....I need to get home and get some sleep..." the words are swallowed into another kiss. Bodie's lips are far more addicting than she'd anticipated.
Bodie would gladly suffer through a dragging, heavy, foggy mind and body tomorrow during class if it means getting more of this from Vanessa now. She won't admit to it for fear of being too much, but Vanessa dominates her thoughts more often than not. When she's not with her, she'd like to be. When she is with her, she wants to touch her-- kiss her-- see her smile and make her laugh. It's a magnetism that pulls at the deepest parts of her. Infatuation. It's addictive. Kisses turn shorter. Little pecks. Nips. Over and over peppering between her words. "Stay. Here." Another kiss. "Stay."
Vanessa is inwardly giddy at the invitation. Bodie's affection is clear as day; first through her actions, and now through her words. Truth be told, Vanessa wants to stay. She's wanted to stay over since promising to visit. Niceties simply have her staying mum on the subject, but not without inwardly hoping for an invitation to be thrown her way. And now that she has it, she can't resist teasing the beautiful chef. Just a little bit. "Oh...but I wouldn't want to impose..."
Bodie meets Vanessa's green eyes with a thoughtful stare. There's just enough of an edge in her voice that Bodie thinks she's teasing. She has to be teasing. She wouldn't sit here all night and chap both of their mouths if she seriously thought she'd be imposing... But Bodie's all for gunning it. Making it exceedingly clear. So she sits back, blonde hair loose in its braid and sort of hanging around her pinked cheeks, and reaches down to pull her own shirt off over her head, dropping it to the floor. Sitting astride a supermodel -- a supermodel! -- shirtless and wearing an exceedingly modest bra, Bodie feels a surprising amount of confidence. When she speaks again, she holds Vanessa's eyes. Her voice is sure. "Stay."
Vanessa's eyes instantly go wide at the bold action. The otherwise shy chef is anything but at that moment and Vanessa feels her mouth water at the sight. By virtue of her former career she's seen more naked and scantily clad woman than anyone, but Bodie Mercer in a bra has her turning beet red. Hands migrate to Bodie's taut belly, ghosting her finger tips along warm skin and she releases a shuddering breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Bodie is gorgeous. Beyond words. And the thought of seeing her naked is...a little terrifying. She's not ready.
No. Not yet. Not for sex. If she stays the night, it's to make out a little more and then to sleep.
Gently, and without breaking contact, Vanessa stands to full height, pulling Bodie flush to her. She nuzzles her nose into Bodies flaxen hair, and breathes in deeply.
Her mouth moves down to the shell of Bodie's ear, exhaling softly against the sensitive skin before: "...how could I turn down such a beautiful offer?"
Tongue unfurling, she licks a slow stripe along the ridge of Bodie's ear as she finally pulls away, smiling. "All right. I'll stay."
Bodie moans softly. She's completely prone in the circle of Vanessa's arm, shoulders trembling and cunt clenching at the sensation of Vanessa's tongue against the sensitive shell of her ear. Jaw unhinges, and she stares up at smiling eyes dumbly, so incredibly undone by the beautiful young woman towering over her in her own kitchen. Finally, synapses slowly beginning to work again, she nods, fingers clutching loosely to the fabric of Vanessa's shirt on either side of her waist.
Vanessa moves to gently rests the fingers of her hands on Bodie's very wanton ones that are itching to get her shirt off.
She wants to stay. She does. And with Bodie's eagerness to get her naked she realizes that she's definitely sent some very strong signals that are likely misleading. And now she frets over how to convey her intention just to spend the night, without hurting the beautiful blondes feelings. With the way things are progressing, there's little doubt in her mind that they'll end up having sex. But that will not be now. She's not ready.
"I'll stay..." She repeats in a whisper. "...to sleep." Leaning forward she kisses Bodie again, pouring herself into the motion.
Bodie gets swept up into the kiss, still a gently trembling mess. It's all sort of a delayed reaction. By the time her brain can catch up to Vanessa's words, she's being kissed. So that takes over. And it takes a few seconds longer still after the kiss ends for her to really hear and process the model's affirmation of intentions. And... maybe she feels a little silly standing in her kitchen without a shirt on then. Her mouth opens, searching for something to say, blue eyes avoiding contact. But she can't really come up with anything, so she closes her mouth and nods again.
Vanessa suddenly feels guilty. Unsure. She knows she's come on way too strongly for someone simply wanting to end the night cuddling rather than fucking each other senseless. Shyly she asks, "...is that okay?"
Bodie nods again. She swallows, thickly, shoulders folding just a tiny bit. Her lips feel dry and she gently thumbs at the corner of her mouth. "Yes." Her voice is a little hoarse, and eyes finally blink and open to meet Vanessa's.
Vanessa smiles. Slowly at first, and it widens as the moments trickle by. "Thank you." She pecks Bodie's lips, reassuring her. "I still want to make out. I'm so not done with that. Not at all..."
Bodie nods, slowly. She's a little fogged. (Who could blame her?) The chef lets her hands fall away from Vanessa's waist, and she presses her lips together, thinking. "I'm glad." It's just a little absent, and she wills herself to cool down a little. Her body is raging hot, and she's sure the deep red flush she feels is visible up her chest and throat. Licking her lips, she turns away and takes a step before bending down and grabbing her shirt off the floor. She keeps her back to Vanessa as she pulls it back over her head.
Vanessa at the same moment arches her back, cracking it loudly in two places while letting out a yawn. Bodie's bed is just barely visible down the length of hallway from the kitchen, and she's very excited to be curling up on it tonight. Having slept in it one time before, Bodie's bed is a literal cloud that she cannot wait to get comfortable on. She splays a hand against the small of Bodie's back, a tacit reassurance as she's sure the chef is also feeling a bit of embarrassment. "Hey..." Vanessa gently presses, trying to get Bodie to look at her. "I just want to step the pace back...only a little bit...okay?"
Bodie purses her lips, thoughtfully, and closes her eyes for a second while Vanessa can't see. Her chin rises and falls, again, and she speaks, softly. "Yeah, of course." It disillusions her a little bit. Makes her feel embarrassed. And, maybe a bit dramatically, makes her wonder if they even want the same things at all. Call it a by-product of living with the world's biggest flake, but Bodie's always had a bit of a chip on her shoulder-- an expectation she'll always be more invested in something than someone else. And a disappointment that she, again, didn't see it coming when she should have. She turns her head to look over her shoulder, teeth worrying with her lip. "Would you like some tea?"
Vanessa nods. "Yeah, that'd be great..." And now Vanessa finds herself worrying if she's done something wrong, as Bodie didn't immediately turn around at the explanation. What that means, Vanessa isn't entirely sure, but it has her wondering if she's disappointed the chef. Scratch that. It's obvious that she's disappointed Bodie. Wordlessly, she follows Bodie back into the kitchen, and takes a seat at the table, patiently awaiting this awkward cup of tea.
Bodie collects the forgotten plate of cookies and cups of coffee off the table and carries them to the sink. Making tea is a quick and painless process. It's soothing. Any sort of routine in the kitchen helps settle her nerves and return her to center. It sort of sucks that it's twice now that Vanessa's been over that she's found herself using her kitchen as a shield. Things at the model's condo had been seamless and easy. What is it about her space that makes things... difficult? Before she can let herself get too far into her head, she steeps the teabags and moves back to the kitchen table, setting a cup down in front of Vanessa while laying a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Chamomile. It'll help you sleep."
Vanessa glances down at the steaming mug, then back up at her hostess. Sweet Bodie with the beautiful blonde hair, incredible skill in the kitchen, and kisses that are addicting like chocolate. The hand to her shoulder ignites a warmth within Vanessa, that's just as appealing as the kisses. Bodie is comforting, and wonderful. That comfort has the model wanting to see this through. Bodie is someone she could be with. And before Bodie can walk away, Vanessa's long arms snake around the older blonde's torso, pulling Bodie down onto Vanessa's lap a second time. Holding Bodie in place with her right arm, she takes a sip from the mug with her left. "You know what'll help me sleep even better than this chamomile? Being held by you tonight."
Bodie flushes to the roots of her hair. She shifts a little, shyly avoiding eye contact. A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth, and she feels the hair at the back of her neck stand on end. It's just... Indescribable. She's not sure what to say to that-- and speechless isn't a normal state of being for the chef-- so she drops her head and tucks her cheek against Vanessa's collarbone, nose against her throat.
Vanessa giggles and brings her other arm to wrap around Bodie, bear hugging her against her body. "What??" She says amid laughter with a beaming smile that Bodie can't see. "Is that bad??"
Bodie shakes her head. Well, more of pushes it further into Vanessa's shoulder. "No." Her cheeks run red with heat.
Vanessa pokes playfully at Bodie's sides, "Hey, why're you hiding??" Her laughter grows, "C'mon, let me see that beautiful face!"
Bodie turns even redder, and she hides her face in her hands, shaking her loosened blonde braid back and forth. "No." It's muffled behind her palms.
Vanessa 's long fingers attempt to sneak beneath the seam of Bodie's hands to no avail. All of the awkwardness from moments before has evaporated at the sight of such an adorably bashful Bodie Holliday. Vanessa is utterly charmed. Still, bashful Bodie is intent on hiding so Vanessa loudly (read: jokingly) laments: "Well good thing I have this chamomile I guess, since you'd rather hide than hold me tonight..."
Bodie nods, with her face still in her hands. "Mhmm."
Vanessa finagles herself out from under Bodie a second time, and plucking the mug from the table, she begins to slowly walk toward Bodie's bedroom. "Here I go...off to bed...with no one to hold me..."
Bodie listens as Vanessa singsongs her way down the hall toward her bedroom, and when she's sure the model is a bit of a distance away, she lifts her head from her hands. Momentarily bleary blue eyes come into focus on the profile of Vanessa's back, walking into her bedroom, and Bodie trembles again. In anticipation. In want. In disbelief. A smile slowly blooms across her features. Pushing herself up to stand, the blonde pads after her companion.
Vanessa has already begun stripping out of her clothes; down to panties and a tanktop--her bra slung over the back of a chair in Bodie's bedroom. And by the time Bodie finally meanders through the door, Vanessa reaches for both of the Chef's hands and slowly backs herself toward the mattress, pulling Bodie forward with her.
Bodie blinks, following under Vanessa's direction with gentle, measured steps. She tries to keep herself from staring. (It's difficult. There's so much leg happening so close by.) And when Vanessa stops walking and sits on the edge of her bed, Bodie pulls back, one thumb pointing over her shoulder. "I need to uhm... change." She doesn't wait for an answer, instead smiling and turning away to carefully and still bashfully collect her pajamas from the drawer. Then she's faced with a dilemma... Is she supposed to change in front of Vanessa? Where does that... fall? She didn't actually see the model change. ...the internal battle wages for a few moments before she takes a breath, hopes she's not embarrassing herself further and quickly but calmly pads into the en suite and quietly shuts the door.
Vanessa watches as Bodie exits stage left. A far cry from her suddenly disappearing t-shirt, but then again Vanessa has to remind herself that Bodie doesn't know her that well, and nor is Bodie a supermodel used to being naked and getting naked in front of people. So while Bodie preps for bed, Vanessa makes herself comfortable, fluffing the pillows and getting beneath the blankets, building up a soft little next for them both to share.
Bodie doesn't dawdle in the bathroom. She makes quick, efficient work of changing. Out of jeans and T-shirt and into her pajama set. She pulls her hair back again just long enough to wash her face and brush her teeth, then she pulls the braid out into long, loose blonde waves. When she comes back into the bedroom, she sort of stops just short of the bed. "I'm not used to seeing anyone there..." She feebly points in Vanessa's direction, but continues to approach until her thighs rest against the side of the mattress.
Vanessa says nothing. Instead, she holds her arms open at shoulder width, beckoning the beautiful chef--looking too-cute-for-words dressed in a matching pants/longsleeve button down pajama set--to join her.
Bodie obliges, lifting herself onto her knees on the mattress before rearranging and sliding her legs under her comforter. She sighs softly-- having someone in her bed really is an uncommon occurrence -- and spreads herself out, making herself comfortable on her side of the bed.
Vanessa rolls onto her side with her head propped on a palm watching as Bodie joins her. This is nice. Nicer than the first time Vanessa was in this bed. There's a fluttering in her chest as another pleasant thought enters her mind; that tonight will be the first night of many nights to come where Vanessa will lay with Bodie. Seeing Bodie happy, snug and comfortable has Vanessa smiling, still watching the beautiful blonde.
Bodie sits, perhaps a little awkwardly, for a few seconds. It’s not that she doesn’t want to relax or that she’s unhappy with this. She just… doesn’t want to cross Vanessa’s boundaries again. She doesn’t want to make an assumption about what she can and can’t do and be pushed away (even gently) again. So she sits and glances at Vanessa from the corner of her eye. After a few seconds of seeing nothing but twinkling green eyes, Bodie takes a breath and leans over to plant a kiss right on Vanessa’s smiling mouth.
Vanessa senses Bodies hesitation. And she understands the reason. So when Bodie kisses her so sweetly, she decides to take the helm, returning the kiss enthusiastically while slowly pulling Bodie to her. Long arms wrap around Bodies body, and her legs curl, effectively cocooning the chef.
Bodie pulls her arms into her chest and rests her hands on the soft, warm skin of Vanessa’s sternum, letting herself be gathered into security of the other woman’s body. The kiss grows in heat and slows in speed and Bodie feels a rush run down her back, settling and spreading through her lower belly as she carefully licks at Vanessa’s lower lip.
Vanessa idly toys with Bodies soft golden hair as the kiss continues. This is wonderful. Utterly so, and Vanessa allows that feeling to pour into the motions of her kiss. The little kitten licks have her cunt clenching between her thighs and it presents as a soft sigh that pushes past her lips against Bodies. “Mmm…this is nice…”
Bodie doesn’t say her first response right away. She doesn’t want to scare Vanessa. She doesn’t want to overwhelm her. She doesn’t… want proof that there exists a lopsided investment in this. Her fingers itch to touch and explore– the want she has caged burns brightly in its confines– but she remains where she is. Still and chaste. And, finally, decides to be honest. “It’s all I can think about.”
Vanessa appreciates Bodie’s honesty and decides to compromise. Bodie has been nothing but respectable this whole time ensuring Vanessa’s comfort. Softly, she breathes against Bodie’s mouth, “You can touch me…” And as if for emphasis, she takes one of Bodies hands and slides it up beneath her tank top, brining it to just glance the swell of her breast. “I want you to touch me…”
Bodie for just a moment, swears that she could cry. It’s a very fleeting feeling, but just behind her eyes throbs, and she swears she could cry. She doesn’t know where it comes from or why, but she wants to remember that feeling. To remember who caused it. It seems… significant somehow, in a way she can’t label or quantify. But the sheer movement feels like it’s something she shouldn’t let go of. Her fingers twitch against Vanessa’s skin, middle digit just grazing her breast, but she hesitates. “I don’t want to overstep…” She feels like she’s standing in front of the floodgates.
Vanessa lets her kiss be her reply. “It’s okay…and you won’t. I want you to touch me.” To emphasize her want, she arches into the chef’s touch. “Please…”
Bodie nods. Her shoulders tremble, and again that feeling throbs behind her eyes. This is a moment… that something starts. Something more than what’s come before. She just knows that there’s a significance to the two of them in her bed tonight that wasn’t there the last time. Blue eyes lock onto green. There are no kisses. Bodie wants to see this through, literally. She wants to watch Vanessa’s face. She wants to know if she can see any shred of feeling in Vanessa that comes close to what’s raging inside herself. Her free hand joins the one under Vanessa’s shirt, and when she touches her breasts for the first time, it’s with both hands. The shudder that rips down her own body has to be visible, even if she doesn’t look away from Vanessa’s face.
It’s the first time she’s been touched intimately since her amicable break up with Farrah two years ago. And her eyes roll back at the sensation. Bodie touches her with the reverence that an artist would a sculpture–how she would touch a sculpture. Tactile admiration and savoring the perfections and imperfections of the piece all the same. Her nipples stiffen against Bodies palms and eyelids flutter closed. A soft mewl low in her throat.
Bodie throbs in kind. Vanessa’s body responds immediately, and the chef sighs softly. Her hands mold to the rise of Vanessa’s breasts, and she swipes her thumbs over pert nipples. When Vanessa’s neck tips back, she follows and leans down to kiss and suck on the long column of her throat.
Vanessa’s mewls give way to moans at the sensation of Bodie’s eager mouth and hands igniting every nerve beneath her skin in a delightful way. And she can’t help but curl her neck forward to chase Bodies lips, kissing her with hunger. And all the while her panties are thoroughly soaked, and she’s certain that Bodie knows, as she’s managed to wrap both legs around one of Bodie’s thighs, soaking the fabric of her pajamas with wet.
Bodie loves to kiss. She could kiss… for hours. And they have. Vanessa’s mouth is soft and sweet– hot. Wet. Her tongue is nimble, teeth sharp. She kisses in the way artists do. It’s an unconscious creation. Passion. And as much as Bodie loves learning the model’s mouth, she wants to kiss her all over. They’ve somehow rearranged themselves and Bodie’s hovering over Vanessa on her knees, hands kneading her breasts and thigh locked between long legs. Bodie’s mouth moves, kissing along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. She dips her tongue in the hollow of Vanessa’s throat before licking the blonde’s collarbone, punctuating the motion with a sharp nip of her teeth.
Vanessa arches off of the bed, hands slipping down beneath Bodie–careful not to break the delicious contact between her skin and Bodie’s rapacious kisses–and she peels the barely there tank top off of her body. Exposed to the chef for the first time since meeting, Vanessa can’t help but steel herself for Bodies reaction. A girlish nervousness at the hope of being attractive enough for the beautiful older blonde. Her body had been criticized in the past–too skeletal, too rigid, too flat for lingerie. So she can’t help but shyly look away as soon as her back touches the mattress.
Bodie isn’t expecting what happens. She’s not expecting Vanessa to eschew her reluctance or modesty. She’s not expecting the barrier of their clothing to fall, especially at Vanessa’s instigation. She blinks and breathes out, audibly and with reverence. Her cunt clenches and her stomach throbs. Heat explodes in her chest and creeps up her neck, and she just sits for a moment. To appreciate. To soak it in. And her hand trembles when she reaches out to gently clasp Vanessa’s chin in her fingers to turn her head so they can lock eyes. She leans in, slowly, and doesn’t break eye contact when she speaks. Swept away in the moment, Bodie feels songs in the back of her mind. “I could fall in love with you.”
Vanessa swoons at Bodie’s words. They’re the perfect collision of devastating romance and sappiness–and Vanessa loves it. She clings to every word of the phrase and finds herself agreeing. Bodie is someone she could fall in love with; thoroughly and fully. With every ounce of her being. She anchors herself to Bodie by placing a hand on each of her thighs, and lifts her neck from the pillow, tenderly kissing the chef as a single happy tear leaks from her eyes.
[A/N: Chatzy ate about 3 replies -.- ...]
Bodie endures the assault. It's oh so good. And it's not that it's been some long dry spell. She's been with women. She just... this isn't that. It doesn't feel the same. The pretense isn't the same. She wasn't lying. She could fall in love with Vanessa. And every time Vanessa touches her, it sets her on fire. Her hips rut just a bit, bumping her clit against the model's stomach.
Vanessa can feel exactly what Bodie's aim is with her movements; glancing down she can see how the swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves grazes against her. So--quite smugly--Vanessa leans back onto her elbows and clenches her muscles. A perfectly sculpted ridge of abdominals materialize beneath her tight skin, giving Bodie a little more 'texture' to work with.
Bodie groans, louder this time, at the change in feeling. Blue eyes pop open, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, before dropping down to look at Vanessa. There's a little bit of a smile on her face, and Bodie responds in kind, hips quickening just so. The hands behind Vanessa's neck move, threading fingers into her hair. "Put your mouth back on me. Please."
Vanessa "Needy." She says teasingly, sparing no time to oblige Bodie's request. Only this time her teeth sink into Bodie's nipple, giving the chef a playful bite.
Bodie 's spine arches, and she cries out softly. Her fingers clench in Vanessa's hair before falling free and holding onto the model's shoulders. Her hips rut once, hard, and she mewls as she drags her clit slowly down Vanessa's stomach.
Vanessa begins to match Bodie's movements--as best as the position allows her. Releasing Bodie's nipple, she nips and sucks a trail along the underside of her breasts. Sensing the subtle twitches from Bodies muscles, Vanessa breathes against soft skin, "Cum for me, baby..."
Bodie shakes her head. No. Not yet. Not now. Her head drops forward, hips still. She reaches behind her own back, blindly grabbing for one of Vanessa's hands, and loops her fingers around the model's delicate wrist. Cheek pressed to silky hair, Bodie pants softly near Vanessa's ear. "Inside me." And she directs Vanessa's hand between her legs.
Vanessa moans loudly at the bold suggestion and a bead of wet pushes out from her slit, running along her perineum to the mattress. Nodding she moves her hand free from Bodie's grip and acrobatically slips her fingers into her own cunt first--coating them with herself. She makes certain Bodie can see her soaked digits before slowly pressing them into the older blonde, crying out as warm, wet walls grip at her tightly. "Fuck......"
Bodie makes a sound unlike any of the ones she's made to this point. It's sharp and girlish, high-- and it cracks at its climax as her eyes flutter closed. Her arms drape over Vanessa's shoulders, wrists crossing, and she savors the feeling of Vanessa's fingers inside her. They're long-- deliciously so-- and tentative in that exciting way only a new lover can be. There's nothing perfect about the way she's feeling her out except for the perfection of the desire. It doesn't matter that Vanessa's no expert in how to fuck her. Only that she is fucking her. And that she's so beautiful and so sweet and so magnetic. And Bodie couldn't care less about the little movements and touches and grazes that aren't perfect. They don't matter. And she's sure Vanessa can tell from the way her wet runs down the blonde's hand and wrist and arm. "Don't stop fucking me." Pant. "Don't stop."
Vanessa falls into an almost trance, obediently continuing to fuck her new lover--girlfriend??--curling her long fingers every so often to graze the ridges of her walls. As Bodie rides her hand, her free hand some how snakes between their bodies, applying direct pressure to Bodie's clit with the pad of her thumb. "So...fucking...beautiful..." she pants, sweat beginning to bead between her breasts.
Bodie jolts at the new sensation that rushes through her belly, and she cries out. It's too much. The climax slams over her quickly and strongly, and her body goes rigid, freezing as she crests the hill of it and then relaxes, muscles quivering and quaking as it slides down her spine.
Vanessa can only watch as Bodie unravels on top of her. It's one of the most beautiful sights she's ever seen. As Bodie comes down from her orgasm, body still
Vanessa: throbbing in the aftermath, she tugs the older blonde down into the mattress with her. Bodies flush together. Bodie's entire form hums with warmth, and Vanessa can feel it permeate through her skin. She presses a kiss to the crown of the chefs head, whispering nonsensical phrases of comfort and love.
Bodie splays herself along Vanessa's longer, sleeker body and breathes through the aftermath of her orgasm, body trembling and twitching. Sighs and moans rumble and die in the back of her throat and whimper out in her chest. Lungs fill to bursting and then rapid-fire pant against Vanessa's skin as her heart rate begins to slow. She has no words, but her fingers walk along the model's arm and shoulder, always touching.
Vanessa can't fight the soft laughter at just how exhausted her orgasm has left her. Peppering more kisses to damp blonde hair, "My poor baby..." she coos.
Bodie smiles, tiredly, and turns her head. One hand, perhaps a little heavily, sprawls on top of the blonde's face and half-heartedly pushes at her face. "Shut up..."
Vanessa rolls onto her side, taking Bodie with her, and she tangles their limbs together. However, Vanessa is the one holding the older blonde, cradling her close against her. Her hand spreads over the crown of Bodie's head, tucking her into the hollow of her neck. "Shh," she muses, eyes fluttering closed at the heavenly feeling of another soft, naked body against hers. Silence settles over them both for a few minutes before Vanessa murmurs a soft: "You're so beautiful, Bodie."
Bodie doesn't answer right away. She thinks, mulls over the events of the night. Quickly over everything that's brought them here. Could she have known... that first response online would lead them here? Were there signs? If it hadn't happened... would she even know Vanessa's name tonight? She wets her lips with her tongue, still thinking, but reaches out to gently trace the tip of her finger in the shape of a heart on Vanessa's breast. "So are you."
Vanessa blushes. As someone who made a career out of being beautiful for others, Bodie's simple response has her feeling like the most beautiful woman in the universe. Shyly, she pecks at Bodie's lips, "Thank you for tonight..."
Bodie smiles a sleepy sort of smile. Maybe lazy is the better word. And she gently bops her finger at the very tip of Vanessa's nose. "I should be thanking you." Her hand then rests atop the model's chest, then her stomach. She stops just above Vanessa's mound, hand still. No firm pressure. "But it doesn't have to be over." She doesn't want it to be over.
Vanessa feels a devilish smile spread over her face at the not so subtle suggestion, and her hips slowly rise from the mattress to meet Bodie's hand. "You're right...it doesn't..."
Bodie Relief washes over her. Good. In the back of her mind she wondered if Vanessa might find her modesty again and decline to continue. And, while she would respect it, Bodie's immensely glad she doesn't have to. Because Vanessa wants this, too. And oh how she wants Vanessa. So Bodie's hand dips down, slides over smooth skin, and she holds Vanessa's eyes as she makes first contact with the sticky wet between her legs. She's sure Vanessa can see the way her throat bobs at the first touch. Her nipples stiffen again and her belly clenches in sympathy as her fingers languidly explore the slick length of the model's cunt.
Vanessa flutters her walls in anticipation for the first intrusion and her hips raise to meet Bodie's fingers. But before Bodie can penetrate her, Vanessa's eyes meet Bodie's. Chewing her lip, she urges the older blonde to listen to her for a moment. "One at a time, okay?" Cheeks redden in embarrassment. "I...I'm a little tight..."
Bodie locks eyes with Vanessa, hand stilling at the obvious, if silent, call for attention. For a split second she worries that the model is going to call the whole thing off but... she doesn'f. And Bodie relaxes. And smiles softly and nods. "Okay." There's no judgment. Just a respectful understanding right before she carefully slips one finger inside her.
Vanessa clamps her eyes shut and softly sucks in a breath through her teeth as Bodie enters her. It's been two years, and she'd already been tight to begin with, but the pain is fleeting once Bodie is comfortably inside her. She moans in pleasure and gives the digit a reassuring squeeze with the walls in her cunt. "You feel so good, baby..." she breathes.
Bodie laughs a breathless little laugh as she carefully strokes at Vanessa's walls. Leaning down, she presses a kiss to the skin of the model's lower belly. "You're stealing my line, beautiful."
Vanessa "And you're stealing my nickname!" Hips buck as Bodie grazes a particularly sweet spot along her walls. "Ooohhhh"
Bodie feels her smile grow, canines flashing in the low light. It's lascivious. She's glad she's been languid and slow, to know where she is when she gets a response like that. Her finger stills. "Right there?" She applies a little more pressure, then rubs in earnest. "Is that good?"
Vanessa wordlessly nods in response. Slowly. With heavy lidded and darkened eyes. "Right there........so good...”
Bodie continues applying pressure in that spot for a little while then backs off, stroking at the length of Vanessa's walls again. She pulls her finger out and repositions two at the model's entrance. When she presses inside it's slow and careful, totally ready to stop if Vanessa needs her to.
Vanessa is looser now and takes the second finger with little resistance. Eyes still tightly shut, her jaw hangs open wordlessly mouthing expletives. Hips lift to meet at Bodie's knuckles, and she whimpers. She feels so full, and it's fucking amazing. "Faster...fuck me faster..."
Bodie obliges with a cheshire grin, increasing the pace at which she fucks into Vanessa's delectable cunt. The sounds Vanessa makes are symphonic-- beautiful. Bodie lays her cheek against the model's hip, kisses the skin there... and again. And then again, this time sinking her teeth into silky smooth skin and sucking softly, intent on leaving a mark.
Vanessa arches off of the mattress yet again. Everything Bodie does to her ignites every nerve ending in her body, and within minutes she's teetering over the edge of climax. But with Bodie's mouth so dangerously close to her mons, she suddenly wants even more. "Eat me. Please. Baby...please." Words are pleading, and desperate.
Bodie hears Vanessa's pleas but isn't quick to stop what she's doing. She wants that damn hickey there. She wants something Vanessa, and only Vanessa, will see and remember that she was here. Right here. But when she's finished and there's a perfectly reddening bruise marring otherwise flawless skin, Bodie drags her tongue down-- teases the seam of Vanessa's thigh and then kisses her way over. Her fingers curl inside the model, and she rubs up at the same time she closes her mouth over Vanessa's clit, licking with purpose.
Vanessa is in a sensory overload, Bodie has expertly taken complete control of her body in the most incredible of way. A hot wet mouth suckles her as fingers fuck and curl into her at the perfect angles. The warmth in her belly steadily grows to an inferno, and within minutes her walls suddenly tighten around Bodie as Vanessa cums, crying out loud in ecstasy, fingers whiteknuckled as they claw into the bedsheet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She cums in three waves, spilling back into another climax as one abates. She's whimpering, and breathless. Mouth open, eyes closed. Chest heaving, as she lays there, steadily leaking out onto Bodie's best sheets.
Bodie revels in the experience of feeling and listening to and seeing Vanessa fall apart. It's even more of a boon to her ego that it's because of her. She's done this. She might be older and not as beautiful and not as famous and not as kind or gentle or sweet... but she's helped Vanessa feel this... enormity. And it is enormous. Vanessa cums and cums and cums, leaking all over her, and Bodie groans softly as she carefully and tenderly cleans Vanessa up with her tongue, taking her time to enjoy the flavor and texture and aroma of it all.
Vanessa barely has a chance to recover. Bodie's attempt to be considerate and not let a single drop go to waste has Vanessa cumming within seconds yet again. So hard that she has to grope for a pillow to bite into, muffling her screams of pleasure.
Bodie realizes, with sudden clarity, that living through not one or two or three but something closer to four or five of Vanessa's orgasms has her own clit throbbing again. Blue eyes flit up just in time to see Vanessa's head tipped back and to the side, the long tendon in her neck flexing hard. It's a surprisingly erotic sight, and Bodie groans softly. Her fingers move to Vanessa's clit and she rubs in small, slow circles, just to let the model ride out the last of it all while she repositions herself and swings a leg over Vanessa's thigh, selfishly using the taut muscle to rub one out for herself.
Vanessa can't believe her incredible luck. To end her 'dry spell' in such a deliciously messy fashion--she's pretty sure that between herself and Bodie, they've utterly soaked her bed sheets. Her body is too heavy and spent from the onslaught of orgasms to sit up and oblige Bodie, who's rutting herself against Vanessa's thigh. Still, she manages to cull enough control to flex her thigh, and she watches as Bodie cums, cumming again herself--albeit a little less so than before. And when it's apparent that they're both spent, she gently tugs Bodie's hair to direct her attention toward her. "Mmm c'mere..."
Bodie feels like lead. Every inch of her body is heavy. Like she's moving against water. Vanessa's guidance moves her, and she lets herself lean into the model's body. "Hiiiii."
Vanessa murmurs a soft "Hi..." in response, moving to bring their lips together in a soft kiss, cupping Bodie's cheek with her palm. Fingertips glide along the ridge of Bodie's jaw, as if to memorize the geometry of her beautiful features. Vanessa's heart is light in this moment, and she hears Bodie's prior words echo in her mind. Another kiss. "...I could see myself falling in love with you too, baby."
Bodie smiles in response, heat and happiness blooming in her chest. Blue eyes are heavy-lidded and dilated. The night's events are catching up to her quickly, and Vanessa is so soft and warm and sweet. Without moving from her spot on top of the blonde's larger frame, Bodie blindly reaches behind herself, hand grasping until she can close her fingers around the plush white comforter they've kicked tot he foot of the bed and haphazardly toss it over the both of them while she tucks her head under Vanessa's chin. "Sleep now?"
Vanessa nods with a happy yawn, gripping Bodie tightly to her. "Mhmm...sleepytime..."
I’m pretty bummed my team isn’t in the Super Bowl this year, because they did work their asses off, but hey it’s alright. I still have to watch the important game of the year due to the fact that Lady Gaga and the commercials are kind of my cup of tea. I know for sure she’ll kick ass, but let’s all hope she doesn’t end up like Beyoncé , and almost trip. That would suck.
Just in case I want to make enemies with some Patriots fans; Let’s go Atlanta.
It’s seriously amazing. And so cheap for a cheese.
But first– [ Bodie intercepts Vanessa as soon as the model’s in arm range, pulling their bodies together. She rocks up onto the balls of her feet and presses a long but chaste kiss on Vanessa’s lips. When she pulls back, she reaches down onto the counter and plucks a prepared crostini with champagne cheddar, jam and a spicy walnut off the tray and holds it up for Vanessa to eat. ]
Now. Here.
[The unexpected kiss--like nearly all of Bodie’s kisses--leaves the model momentarily stunned. So much so that she doesn’t notice the crostini trained at her mouth.]
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