- TEARS (STILL) RUNNING DOWN..., M.B
"Manon had already figured out what attracted her most to you. But when something new comes up over the following months, she needs to show you once again the power you have over her."
warnings - smut +18, sexbian lex ;), face sitting, scissoring. reader is described as a little beefy, iykyk
now playing - Best Guess, by Lucy Dacus
"Tracing your tan lines, making you mine. If this dosen't work out, i'd lose my mind."
It had been a stressful day; everything seemed designed to get on Manonâs nerves. Every little thing felt like a bundle of nerves about to collapse even further on top of her. The stress of going to meetings and events alone was consuming her in a practically invisible way, and even though Manon knew there was nothing she could do about it, she still had that extremely uncomfortable feeling in the back of her head telling her to take her frustrations out on something.
When the key turned in the lock, it was eleven oâclock at night. All Manon wanted was to take a shower, eat something, and throw herself into your arms. It was quite funny, to Manon, that your arms were a safe haven for her, and not just metaphorically or sentimentally. She had already completely melted after realizing that you were perfectly functional, but one of the things that was driving her crazy lately was that you had also discovered you could be functional at the gym.
About seven months ago, you started dedicating more time to the gym and cardio workouts. You mumbled something about how things were getting too heavy to carryâwhich Manon thought was a complete lie, since sheâd always seen you carry wooden beams as if they were nothingâand she just let you talk while admiring every detail about you.
The point is, now, you didnât just look incredibly attractive because you were emotionally and physically functional, but you were also becoming a goddess because of your muscles. And that was exactly what left your girlfriend frozen in the doorway when she walked into the house you shared.
The sight wasnât anything new. At eleven oâclock at night, you were slightly bent over, a screwdriver in hand as you installed a new shelfâone that Manon had asked for to hold books that were getting too scattered around the roomâin the living room, just above the TV stand. The whole scene, however, was what made your girlfriend melt.
The muscles in your arms were clearly visible, slightly strained by a basic black T-shirt you wore to sleepâand she swore she wanted to bite the outline of your triceps. Your slightly bent posture made the muscles of your thighs appear on your skin, and the checkered boxer briefs you were wearing were too smallânow that the muscles had simply appeared thereâto contain the display of natural sensuality that Manon was witnessing.
It didnât take long for you to notice her at the door, standing there as if she were unsure whether she should come in or not.
âBaby! Hey, youâre back.â You dropped the tool as if it were nothing, practically running to Manon at the front door.
She got slightly turned on every time you did that. Running to her made her feel like she was the most important thing in your life, the person for whom youâd drop everything you were doing if she simply said your name.
Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in for a quick welcome kiss. She melted into you. Her hands on your shoulders, feeling the muscles firm enough to throw her across the room if you wanted to. Your hands were big compared to her waist, but your lips were soft and sweet, which made her feel like she was on cloud nine every time.
âI was waiting for you for dinner, and then I decided to put up your shelf since you were taking a while.â You had a smile on your face when you pulled away from her. But the look on Manonâs face was a mix of desire and passion.
"You ordered food for dinner?â Her voice was as soft as the sea breeze and as sweet as honey. Her hands gripped your shoulders, with a kind of clumsy massage youâd learned to love.
âI cooked.â You smiled.
And that was all it took.
Manon fainted for a moment, just that slight drop in blood pressure that no one knows when itâs going to happen, but always catches us off guard. She closed her eyes gently and brought one hand to her forehead, losing the worried expression on your faceâbut she surely felt the way your hands gripped her waist, trying to steady her on the floor.
âMeret! My love, are you okay?â You walked carefully over to the sofa, letting your girlfriend lean on you.
Imagine the sceneâI mean, anyone would be worried. Your girlfriend had suffered a sudden drop in blood pressure, she might be feeling sick, and she was partially limp in your arms, leaving her body almost entirely at your mercy. She might be exhausted, she might have been working too hard; you should have noticed the moment she walked through the door.
âIâm fine,â she managed to say, her hand still lightly covering her eyes as she massaged her temples.
âBabe, you donât look fine.â You tried to look into her eyes, hoping to get a clue as to what you could do. âDo you need some water? Maybe some tea? Oh my God, are you dehydrated?â
You jumped up from the couch.
âIâll get you some water...â
You didnât get a chance to go far. Manonâs hand grabbed yours before you even realized it. Suddenly, she didnât seem so fragile anymore; her eyes were visible, and you could see a hungry look in them. You might not have known exactly what it meant, but you were absolutely certain that something had affected your girlfriend.
âI donât need water.â Her voice was slightly hoarse, more drawn-out, you noticed.
For the Manon of the past, that might even have been seen as shameful. Getting totally turned on and desperate just because her partner made dinner? Pathetic. But it wasnât just that. It was never just that for her. The way you always took care of everything, the way you always cared about her, the way you did anythingâat this point in your relationshipâaffected her in a deliciously peculiar way.
âI need you.â The words came out of her mouth without a shred of shame, and you gulped quickly.
âWhat?â Your voice came out like a thin thread, one that would snap if stretched any further.
âThatâs right. Or do you think you can go around doing all those extremely sexy things and pretend nothing happened?â You laughed, furrowing your brow slightly when you saw your girlfriend wasnât laughing with you.
Now, you knew Manon had a thing for watching you workâyou two had already talked about itâand it had kind of become clear after all the times sheâd dragged you to bed whenever she saw you fixing the tiniest thing in your house. But with how much stress your girlfriend had been under lately, you thought the last thing on her mind would be sex.
âBut I was just putting the shelf back in place,â you said softly, watching your girlfriend slowly get up from the couch.
Even though you were taller, Manon had the perfect way of making you feel small when she wanted to, and you realized that maybe this was the moment.
âAnd you were such a good girl putting it back in place for me, babe.â Her voice was velvety, like the most expensive velvet you could imagine.
Her hands moved up to tousle your hair, combing it back with her fingertips, before letting them slide down your face, from your temples to your cheeks, then down your jawline to your neck.
âBut now I want you to do something else for me, okay?!â
As if hypnotized, you just nodded, your mouth slightly open as you felt the curly-haired woman in front of you guide you back to the couch.
âI want you to be my little relief.â Her hands went to the hem of your shirt, sliding the fabric down your back until it lay on the living room rug.
The cold hit your bare chest, and Manon sighed in victory and pleasure at the sight of your exposed breasts. The muscles of your shoulders traced a perfect line down to your breasts, where your chest muscles took over. Your hard, firm nipples looked so beautiful to your girlfriend that she made a mental note to give them the attention they deserved laterâmaybe at bedtime. Your abs are firm and flat, just the way Manon has always loved it.
âDamn, I fucking love you, you know that?!â She moved gently toward youâthe two of you falling onto the couch as if you belonged there. Her hands went to the back of your neck while her lips attacked yours.
Your hands worked quickly to pull off her shirt and unhook the bra she was wearing right after, her legs found their place on either side of your body, and her weight on top of you made you moan into the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, just so your mouth could find her nipple. Manonâs moan was like music to your ears, and you let her do whatever she wanted with you in the meantime. Her hands tugged at your hair, and every now and then her nails scratched your scalp. As you attacked her other nipple, your eyes drifted upward, only to be met with the erotic sight of your girlfriend sighing, opening her mouth just so she could be so ecstatic that no sound could escape.
With a little more strength, Manon pulled your hair again, trying to pull you away from her breasts. Her lips were on yours right after that. Teeth clacking, tongues tangling, all while your hands roamed each otherâs bodies.
âMeret, take this off, please!â Your voice was slightly desperate, and Manon smiled as she watched you try to unbutton her jeans.
âDo you want me to take it off, babe?â You nodded in agreement so quickly that she swore you were going to snap your neck. âBeg.â
âPlease! Please, Manon, I want you.â Your eyes had a desperate gleam, the gleam sheâd always loved to bring out.
Pushing your chest away, she stood up quickly, while you sank even deeper into the sofa cushions. Your eyes were glazed over, taking in the show she was putting on just to take off her pants. The panties she was wearing matched the bra youâd taken off earlier, and you swear you almost fainted with pleasure when she pulled off the last piece and tossed it your way.
âYour turn, babe.â With a nod, she pointed to your plaid boxers, a smug smile on her face as she shifted her weight from one leg to the otherâalready impatient with your slight delay.
Even though your hands had fumbled slightly with the fabric, Manonâs smile widened when the garment finally came off you. The muscles of your legs were finally completely free for her to look at as much as she wanted, and as she admired them, she couldnât help but notice how much you were rubbing your thighsâa futile attempt to relieve whatever you were feeling right now.
âMeret⊠please, babe.â You begged once more, your voice so low and soft that Manon felt like laughing. âDonât keep me waiting.â
Letting a little laugh escape through her nose, she began to approach, her legs parading with grace and sensuality until she was right in front of you. One of her hands lifted your chin when she realized you were staring at her body, and all she did was lift your gaze as she climbed onto your lap as if sheâd already memorized every movementâshe had.
âAre you going to be good to me, my love?â she asked softly, as if she didnât know youâd do anything for her.
âOf course, babe. Iâll do whatever you want me to do!â She smiled, and you almost melted.
Pushing your chest down onto the couch, she made you lie down comfortably. Her hips began to move slowly on top of you, and you could feel her wetness soaking your lap. Her hands caressed your breasts, giving them light squeezes with her palms, while occasionally pinching your nipples between her fingers.
The moans that escaped your mouth were practically pornographic, and your hands reached for her hips as if they were the steering wheel of a carâa runaway car about to crash into something if it wasnât controlled.
She was about to crash into your sanity.
âI want to sit on your face.â The words were direct, just as Manon always was.
You didnât even let yourself be startled, agreeing wholeheartedly as you tried to lift her with your muscles, eager to position her where she really wanted to be. Manon laughed the moment she felt her hips being lifted by you. She was definitely happy, and even more turned on that you were using your new muscles to toss her around.
âCalm down, babe. Youâre going to have me.â She laughed softly, stroking your hair as her hips fell onto your chestâway above where she had been before.
âDamn. Please, Manon. I need you now!â You were already losing your patience, and even though your girlfriend didnât have much of it left either, she still managed to enjoy seeing just how desperate you were for her.
âAll right, just remember youâre not in charge here!â Her statement had barely registered in your ears before she lifted her hips and positioned them over your face.
Your mouth took her in the most wonderful way possible, and the moan she let out was like a cry of gratitude for your warm welcome. Her hands grabbed yoursâwhich were positioned on her thighsâwhile her thumbs traced every vein that stood out there. You worked tirelessly to give pleasure to the woman on top of you; you knew you would also experience immense ecstasy with every pleasure you gave Manon, so shortness of breathânot by a long shotâseemed like a problem you would have to face.
âDamn, babe. Just like that.â Her hands slid up your arm, tracing your triceps, biceps, and shoulders until they finally reached your hairâwhere sheâd actually have something to grab onto.
You mumbled something I couldnât make out, since your mouth was now full of your girlfriend. But Manon figured it was something good, because the way you squeezed her thighs made her hands tremble.
âTouch me, babe. I love it when you do that!â One of her hands let go of your hair, just to guide your right hand toward her clit.
You knew what to do instantly, giving her double the pleasure as your fingers began to stimulate her pleasure spot. Manonâs head fell back, and you let out a soft gasp of pain as your hair was pulled harder. Her thighs began to tremble around your head, and her moans quickly turned into small, shrill screams. When you felt her bittersweet liquid run down your tongue, you licked up everything she gave you, while her hands tried to push your head away from between her legs because of the overstimulation.
Manon ended up falling onto your chest again. Her breathing was ragged as her hands tried to brace themselves on either side of your headâagainst the back of the sofa. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and you had to exercise all the self-control in the world not to grab her again. She was a goddess, the most beautiful you had ever seen, right there in front of you, resting after reaching the peak of pleasure.
Her curls fell over her shoulders like waterfalls, the ends reaching halfway down her back with impressive ease. Her waist was as slender as a guitarâs, and her thighs wrapped around you made your body want to stay nestled in that warmth forever. Her eyes were shining, and she slid further into your lap while pulling you up by the back of your neck.
You just let yourself go. Because there was nowhere you wanted to be more than with Manon.
When the two of you were sitting on the couch, her hands pulled your face toward her. A tender, desire-filled kiss was the only thing you could feel at that moment. The sensation of her lips on yours, the sweetness that only she could possess, and the tingling sensation in your fingertips that you felt when she guided your hands to her butt.
When she broke the kiss first, she pressed her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes while hers were brimming with tears of pleasure. You just admired her, waiting for her to give the next command so you could happily follow it.
âI love you.â You let it slip. Not because you were bothered by the sudden silence, but because you felt you needed to tell her that all the time.
Manonâs smile widened, and your eyebrows furrowed when her hands pushed your chest again, making you lie down for the second time.
âBaby, what...â The words died on your lips as she positioned herself on top of youâher legs intertwining with yours.
Settling between your legs, moans escaped both of your mouths as Manon pressed her intimacy against yours. Mouths open in desperate moans, every movement now felt utterly thrilling; you were both incredibly sensitive, and you both knew youâd never felt this connected before.
âI love you.â Her words came out like a prayer; the trembling smile on her lips spoke louder than anything you could hear. âDamn, babe. Will you make love to me?â
You nodded quickly, lifting yourself slightly on your elbows just so you could grab her by the back of her neck and pull her in for another kiss. The sensation was wonderful, majestic, magnificentâas if all the blessings of heaven were descending upon you.
When Manon pressed her hips against yours, you had to pull your mouth away from hers, just so a moan could escape from the back of your throat. Her hands were braced against youâone on your chest and the other on your thigh, holding you where she wanted youâso she could have more control over the situation.
Throwing your head back, you let your mouth fall open in ecstasy. Every little movement seemed to send a thousand sensations through your nervous system. Your two bodies danced together in perfect sync, as if giving each other pleasure were the most poetic thing you two could do in your lives.
âHoney, I wonât last much longer if we keep this up.â You moaned, your voice barely a whisper.
Manon didnât slow down her movements.
She didnât even think about it.
âItâs okay, babe. I want you to come with me. I wonât last much longer either.â Her fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, scratching where she had previously caressed.
Your muscles tensed as if they were about to snap, and Manon loved having that view of you from above. Grabbing her waist, you guided her to your rhythm. A little faster, yet still too slow to be considered wild.
When you moved in sync with her, Manon moaned loudly, and you rolled your eyes. Her legs trembled like never before, and your arms went limp against her waist. The heavy breathing, the harmonious sounds of the two of you together, the passion and lust that filled the house, seemed to create a mist that was incredibly comforting and familiar to you both.
Because it really was familiar.
It was just the two of you.
When the climax began to subside, and your spirits began to calm, all Manon could do was let her body fall onto yours. The two of you looked like a Renaissance painting, standing there as if everything around you were art. Because deep down, it was.
Your love was the purest art ever created.
âDid I tell you I love you today?â She huffed, and you looked at her with playful eyes.
âI donât think so,â she replied.
A laugh escaped your lips. The silent apartment now felt like a fortress protecting the two of you from everything out there. Those things that canât pierce your love.
âWell, how about I run a bath for the two of us...â Manon murmured in agreement, waiting for you to finish your suggestion. âAnd then bring you a plate of pasta to eat in bed, watching that movie you love.â
âAnd then youâll tell me you love me?â she asked, just joking, just to tease you a little.
âI can repeat it until I lose my voice.â
HERE IT IS FOR EVERYONE WHO ASKED ME FOR PART TWO OF âTEARSâ!!!
I wrote this early this morning, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Well, I hope youâre all doing well. Enjoy the read and let me know what you think afterwardâI miss answering your messages in my inbox.
Anyway, stay safe and drink water.