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“Just my hands?”
The words came out as an amused murmur, low and teasing and intimate as she shifted forward to fulfill those thoughts she was having, dragging her fingertips down Isla’s stomach before gripping her hips, thumbs rubbing at hipbones still covered by dark panties. Isla wasn’t covered by much anymore, her clothes stripped off to land somewhere that Alecta hadn’t kept track off and truthfully didn’t care about, not when Isla was stretched out on her bed, creamy skin offset by dark lingerie and bright hair.
“Is this what you had in mind?” Doubtful, but Alecta didn’t really care, not when she had her own plans in mind and Isla didn’t really seem to be complaining even though Alecta’s voice had turned curious and innocent.
An Alecta that sounded innocent was not an Alecta to be trusted, a smirk appearing on her lips as her hands slid further down, sliding beneath Isla’s thighs and pushing her legs up and wider apart. “You haven’t thought about my mouth at all? Not even a little?” She asked, pressing her mouth to the inside of Isla’s thigh and pressing wide spread kisses along her skin.
With only a few brushes of her lips, Alecta had moved so that her tongue could drag across the outer edge of Isla’s panties, catching both fabric and flesh in her quest to lick at the growing damp spot between Isla’s legs. “I think it’s time to get you naked, don’t you?
As much as Isla loved Alecta’s moans and she soft arch in her back when she climaxed, she was addicted to this side of her girlfriend. She couldn’t even begin to describe how aroused she became when Alecta took charge. That seductive lilt in her voice, the firm yet teasing touch of her fingers... Isla was left speechless. Just as she was now, lips parted as she shook her head at the brunette’s question. No, never just her hands.
Breaths heavy with excitement, Isla couldn’t help but squirm against the soft sheets beneath her. “No,” she managed to exhale, fingers curling in white fabric. She was more than willing to part her thighs when Alecta applied just the slightest bit of pressure, and she sank past a small lump forming in her throat. The second Alecta’s lips pressed against Isla’s skin, however, she closed her eyes and released a soft moan. “A lot,” she breathed. “Your mouth, baby... please.”
The words were followed by a gentle whine of frustration when all she got was a light lick on top of her panties. It took her less than a second to shift her hands to the lazy fabric of her hipsters, starting to push them down her legs. Eyes fluttered open in the process, gazing down at Alecta with a sound plea in her hazel hues.