hiii, LOVEE your fics btw, can you do one where reader is also a teacher and is kinda reserved and cold and everyone is kind of scared of them, but melissa is completely turned on by them. Melissa also becomes super shy when alone around reader and during open house reader keeps teasing melissa and melissa boldly invites them to her house and things get.. Nasty😛. Also wouldn't mind if you threw in some idk...squirting w/ reader strapping mel🤔😁xx
Open House: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
god she looks so good in this clip
word count: 7k
warnings: smut 18+, pretty much everything in the request, strap-on usage, (power)bottom!mel, bullying :(
a/n: So sorry this took forever but I hope you like it! I tried my best to make it like the request bc its sooo good and I was so excited to write this one. As of rn requests are open again :)
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Despite the fact that life has not been the kindest to you, you maintained a fairly positive outlook on things as they came your way. You always tried to be reasonable and logical about things, even if it made you seem cynical. Lately however, the stress of work on top of the kids’ germy-selves, was causing many irritated days and ill nights.
The job was especially hard because you weren't as outgoing as some of the other teachers, you were quieter and often kept to yourself. It wasn't because you disliked them or anything, in fact sometimes you would have a casual conversation with one, perhaps even joke a little. This was rare though, and without connection and support from your coworkers you were having a hard time balancing everything on your own.
It didn't help that you lived alone and rarely got to see your friends, so you were often left unable to vent about the stress, all of it piling in on itself within the walls of your brain.
There was a time that you had methods of coping with occasional stress-- friends, parties, or just watching sad movies to actually allow yourself to cry. Now though you didn't have the time or opportunities.
You hated crying, yelling, or reacting negatively to anything really in front of others. You had a reputation, a way you presented yourself that meant you had to stay calm and collected 99% of the time. Of course with your friends you would relax and could have heated rants, but even with them you refused to cry. The vulnerability of it scared you, and you were afraid of looking weak or dramatic.
It wasn't a secret that some of your coworkers disliked you, spoke about you behind closed doors, and straight up avoided you sometimes. This didn't really bother you, well not until recently at least.
You had been having a particularly hard day, and every little thing that went wrong felt like a step closer til you snapped. Fear infiltrated you at the idea of unleashing all this pent up aggression and frustration on someone, let alone one of your coworkers or worse, a kid.
To make things worse, the Open House was this Friday and that meant all the teachers had some time to kill while they waited for the sparse numbers of parents and family to show up. You never wasted an Open House day though, you had a schedule and spent half the day working to improve your classroom and lessons, and the other half meeting with parents that somehow agreed to your insistence on talking. This year though less and less parents were able to agree to a meeting and you knew this would leave lots of time to kill.
You arrived at work on Friday with an eagerness to get ahead on lesson planning, and spend spare time tidying up your classroom and restocking supplies while you waited for the two parents that actually scheduled some time to talk to show up.
On your way in you passed Ms. Schemmenti and flashed her a polite smile as you muttered a quick ‘good morning.’ The redhead seemed to blush for a moment as she returned the sentiment and then stammered out an invitation.
“Hey, um some of us are gonna be playing some poker this afternoon in the library if you wanna join?” she said shyly and you smiled.
“Thank you, but I have some work to get done.” you said with a nod before turning to head to your class.
Light footfalls approached the teacher’s lounge for lunch, planning to quietly grab your lunch and sit in your secluded spot in the back as normal. As you neared the door you heard your name and stopped in your tracks.
“I don't think Miss L/n’s weird, maybe just a little odd.” You heard a familiar voice say though you weren’t quite sure who.
“All I’m saying is she doesn't talk to anyone, she never goes to events that aren't required, and her kids are just like, so behaved it's scary.” A voice you recognized as Mr. Hill’s could be heard. You frowned, and stayed put as you continued to eavesdrop.
“That is true, they must have no freedom in there to be that robotic.” Someone replied and you felt your face grow hot.
“I’m sure she is just strict like me.” Mrs. Howard spoke and you were unsure if this was said in your defense or not.
“One time I saw a kid acting up that wasn't even in her class, and she gave them this intense stare and I swear like magic they immediately stopped misbehaving.” Jacob spoke again and you rolled your eyes at this slightly. You were now right outside the door frame, leaning your back against the wall.
“She's just got like- freaky eyes. I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised if the woman was a witch or something.”
The statement pained you, you didn't realize you had been so cold to your coworkers, let alone so odd that they were afraid of you. You didn't want them to be this fearful of you, and hearing them openly insult you like this only caused frustration to bubble towards the surface from the insecurity and hurt cooking underneath.
Someone had continued on with another rigid sentence inside but you had begun to tune it out as thoughts rushed through your mind, anxieties and various assumptions taking over. You had crossed your arms and were leaning with your back against the wall, failing to notice the figure in front of you walking towards the lounge. Your head was down and only when you heard the approaching steps did you look up.
You were met with the typical self assured and mischievous glint of emerald eyes that Ms. Schemmenti often held. You straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t listening in and growing rapidly closer to your breaking point. The anger and self-conscious feelings began to take over, and when you have deprived yourself an outlet for so long, these usually burst from your mind in the form of frustrated tears. You chewed your cheek, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat that was growing higher and higher.
Melissa looked over you how she normally did, to you, it was casual and insignificant. To Melissa though, she was taking in every feature of you, the way your hair was styled, what shoes you decided to wear today, what expression your body language held. She was fascinated by you, she knew very little about you and this only seemed to spur her on more. She desired answers but never had the balls to confront you, she was also never really given the opportunity.
Sure she could tell you were more quiet, reserved, and stoic compared to some of the other teachers, but still she wasn't afraid of you, if anything she admired your coldness. She understood your personality and respected you for it. You were a good teacher, always polite even if it wasn't obvious or overly-so, and always made sure your kids were spoiled with resources. She knew a thing or two about having a hardened persona which allowed her to feel as if she understood you on a different level than the others.
The intimidating woman could hear the conversation emanating from the room and her small smile that had only appeared because of you, slowly faded. Her brows furrowed and she stopped to look at you with a sympathetic gaze.
“Hon, just ignore them-” she started shyly but you just pushed off the wall and walked briskly down the hallway, not responding to her out of fear you wouldn't be able to get anything out clearly. Quick feet led you all the way to the excluded far stairwell, entering it quickly and slamming the door behind you as you sat on the steps and began to cry softly into your hands.
Melissa sighed as she watched you walk away, sadness taking over as she tried to convince herself to push her fear of embarrassment over and chase after you. Soon the sadness switched to anger and she turned her attention to the room of ill-mannered colleagues.
She walked in and they all continued, they paused to mutter greetings but she spoke before they could say a quick hello.
“If you’re gonna gossip, make sure the people you're talking crap about aren't right outside.” she said as her head gestured towards the door and they all grew silent. She didn't say another word as she grabbed her lunch as well as yours from the fridge and exited the room, leaving behind her a silencing energy that caused the others to slink down in their seats and continue their meals in solace.
You sat with your tears as you thought of all the things they said, you wondered if it was all true and you had just been too cocky and lost in your own stressors to notice. A dread fell over you knowing you would have a hard time avoiding all of them. Sure they didn't know you were here, crying as a result of their insults, but it would still be frustrating for you to have to deal with their fake greetings and forced conversations with you.
Melissa walked down the hall, looking into empty rooms she passed to see where you had gone. She soon heard the very faint echoes of your quiet cries and her heart broke as she approached the stairwell. A nervous hand came up to knock before slowly turning the knob.
Quick palms came to wipe the tears from your face, sniffling as you fixed any smudged makeup and cleared your throat.
You tried to hide your face with a stressed hand on your forehead, but Melissa already knew you had finally spilled over the edge. With all her confidence she spoke out softly.
“I brought your lunch, you should eat.” she said kindly and you looked up at her with confused brows. Hesitantly she came to sit beside you on the other side of the steps, her back against the wall to give you more space.
Melissa looked at you with zero judgement which silenced the idea of running to avoid having her see you like this. Instead you sniffled and looked at her with a hardened yet hurt gaze.
“Am I really as heartless as they made me sound?” you asked and she tensed up.
She had never had a real conversation with you before, let alone such an intense one, but she gathered her courage once more and answered.
“No, not in the slightest. They are just jealous assholes.” She said with a smile and you just shook your head.
“I mean I must be fairly hostile to have everyone agree with them. God- and we have to all be here together for another six hours.” You rolled your eyes and rested your head in your hand that was propped on your knee.
Melissa felt herself growing fearful, she was unsure how to calm you down or reassure you, too nervous to think of something to say.
“Not everyone agrees with them.” She said and you looked at her, glistening eyes shining up at her as you looked over her expression, trying to detect deceit.
Her heart thumped loudly as she stared at you and you gave her a small smile. The sadness still weighed heavy on your chest though.
“I know i’m standoffish, strict, and I don't really like talking to people very often, but I never wanted them to be afraid of me. I’m young, and new, I just wanted to be respected.” You sniffled and she talked herself up as she slowly rested a hand on your knee.
“You aren’t scary, they just don't understand what it means to be professionals.” she quipped and you let out a small laugh but soon felt the knot forming once again as you thought about the things done to end up in this position.
You were trying your best with everything that had been handed to you, so what you had grown a little bitter? You felt tears prick your eyes and you looked away, your knee pulling away gently.
“Can you go please?” You said softly and she frowned but respected the request. She got up and grabbed the door knob before turning as she opened it.
“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me. And for what its worth, I think you’re pretty fucking cool.” She said sweetly and you swore you had never heard Melissa use that tone on any adult before. It comforted you and you felt an intrigue come over you as you watched the radiant woman exit.
That evening you arrived back into the school hallways with determination and a fierce agenda. You had spent the last two hours processing and coping from the horrid day. It came to you that if they were going to say all of these things regardless of really knowing you or not, then you would just give them what they wanted.
Heels clicked down the hall as you held your head high and made your way to your classroom to start on your curriculum adjustments and any leftover grading that needed to be done. You had planned to just follow the motions of the day as normal, not bothering to spend the energy to avoid any of your coworkers like you had done. Just staying focused and getting as much done as you could, if you happened to run into someone, you planned to just mind your own business and not even spare them a glance.
The two parents had called to inform you they wouldn't be attending after all and you took the time to finish your tasks. The anxiety remaining from earlier allowed you to fly through your to do list with ease and you soon found yourself rather bored. You sat quietly at your desk, fidgeting with your pens and doodling on a paper. Tired eyes met the clock on your wall and you let out a huff, still three hours to kill as it was nearing four.
As boredom drove your thoughts, you decided to wander around for a bit. Mindless steps led you to Ms. Schemmenti’s room and you smiled, walking in to the empty class to get a good look at her class decor. You stepped behind her desk to admire the small pictures on it and soon felt a presence behind you.
“If you’re looking for test answers, I keep those in a safe underground.” She spoke out and you turned to look at her.
“Hey, I was just looking at your pictures. I got bored in my room.” you said softly and she walked over.
“Come play with us, Jacob seems clueless so you may be able to strip him for what he’s worth.” she joked sheepishly, her eyes flicking to yours for only a minute before turning away. You frowned at this.
“Maybe. I’ve never been good at card games.” You shrugged and she shook her head dismissively.
“Ah, bull. I bet you’re very good at bluffing.” She smiled, still her emeralds only landed on your focused eyes for a mere moment.
“Is that a baseball bat under your desk?” You asked suddenly and her face grew red as she stammered a reply.
“Um..maybe.” she said and you let out a laugh, your giggle causing warmth to spread through her chest.
“Do you use it on bad students?” You said with a playful tone and she shook her head.
“No, just bad teachers, speaking of..” she said as she went to reach for it. Her hand moving under the desk leaving little time for you to back away, which only caused you to be a few inches apart. Your hand stopped hers gently and you let out a laugh.
“No no no, as much as I would love to see those catty folk get their asses handed to em, I try not to fight back with violence.” You said, your hand remaining on hers for a moment.
“I much rather use my witchy spells and hexes.” You added and her gaze drifted to your hand and she quickly pulled back and looked down. Your brows furrowed and you cleared your throat.
“I was kidding.” You said calmly and she nodded as she stuttered out a reply.
“N-no-- yeah, I figured.” Her cheeks were pink once again and you grew worried. Was she only pretending to be comfortable around you to spare your feelings?
“Melissa..” You said and she hummed but kept her gaze on her room and everything in it but you.
“Are you afraid of me too?” You asked with doubt and she quickly shook her head.
“Why don’t you look at me then?” You continued and her eyes slowly met yours and seemed to darken as they dilated.
“I just- um..” she started but couldn't find the words and so you stepped closer, your faces a few inches apart.
“Don't get all shy on me now, Schemmenti. Looks like you’re the only one I can talk to around here.” You joked and she smiled before taking in a deep breath.
“I am just intrigued by you Y/n. I think you are brave and smart and for some reason I feel very…nervous around you. Okay? There I said it.” She said almost shamefully on the defense and this all caught you off guard and you smiled slowly.
“Really? I make the Melissa Schemmenti nervous?” You beamed and she scoffed.
“Dont get too flattered im sure its just..” she started but couldn't find a good excuse and you stepped closer to tease her some more.
“Just.. just a little what? Intimidation?” you asked and she smirked slightly.
“Im not scared of you.” she said with a tough rise of her chest and chin and you raised a brow.
“Oh yeah? Prove it then.” You said confidently and her cheeks turned a bright red as her eyes darted between yours. There was a clear tension rising like heat between the two of you and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke.
“Okay, my place-- nine o’clock.” she said boldly and with a newfound bravery, like she had remembered just who she was and you smiled softly at her words.
“Text me the address.” you nodded and she bit her lip as she watched you move around her and exit her classroom. The redhead hid the shocked expression well, but she stood in silence for a few moments contemplating what she had just gotten herself into.
The next few hours couldn't pass quickly enough. You were still too annoyed to hang out with the others so you stayed in your room and worked on future lesson plans. Eyes constantly flicking to the clock hoping it was almost time to leave.
When the hour finally hit you scrambled to pack your things and lock up your classroom, walking out briskly towards your car. A few feet in front of you down the hall you saw teachers quickly exiting the library, a particular redhead doing so faster than the others and you smiled. A few of them turned and saw you and their heads fell low and they shamefully walked by, you flashed them dagger-like glares to bring some humor to yourself and laughed silently at the way they skittered off.
When you arrived home you took a quick shower and put on a more comfortable but sexy outfit. You hoped you weren't misreading Melissa’s invitation and continued to fix your hair and makeup as you worried about the night's intentions.
Before you knew it you were arriving at the address she provided with the familiar sudden rush of nerves to your brain. You dusted yourself off as you got out of the car and muttered small affirmations as you made your way to the door. Three soft knocks were placed and a few seconds later the door was being opened.
There Melissa stood, a striking dress that hugged her curves casually but noticeably clung to her and you felt your face flush at the sight. You hadn't seen her in something so gorgeous before, her legs and chest on display caused a ripple through your body.
“Well dont just stand there hot stuff come on in.” she laughed and you shook your thoughts away and stepped inside.
She took your purse to hang for you as you gawked at the interior of her home, staring at the family pictures on the wall and her fitting decor.
“Wow you really do have a large fam-” you were cut off by the redhead suddenly pressing you against the door by your waist and her lips meeting yours with force.
Once you realized what was happening you immediately sunk into the kiss, your arms draping over her shoulders as you pressed up into her. You let out a soft moan and she pulled away, the both of you smirking at one another with ideas flooding your minds.
“Proof enough for ya?” she smiled and you scoffed, your hands moving slowly down her body to her waist, pushing her away so you could move off the door and turn her back against it now.
She let out a shudder and you smiled. Your eyes admiring every inch and detail of her face from this proximity, taking note of her eyes darkening once more.
“Hmm, not quite. I think I have a better idea on how you can prove your… tolerance for me.” you grinned with a glint of lust in your eyes and she raised a brow at your choice of words. Your hand snaked to cup her jaw and pull her in for a deep kiss.
Your tongue invaded her mouth with a skilful motion and she groaned into it earning a squeeze to her hip. After a few passionate minutes you pulled away and grabbed your bag, turning to look at her with seduction. She was still in awe and you blushed at her sudden shyness that had made its way outside the walls of your classroom.
“Dont worry, what's in here is way better than potions and crystals.” You laughed and she smirked, grabbing your wrist to drag you to her bedroom.
Once within the walls of her dark and cozy bedroom you felt the nerves dissipate slowly and you set your bag down on a chair before your lips hurriedly met hers once again. She backed you to the edge of the bed and pushed you to sit down before lifting the hem of her skirt and straddling you, deepening the kiss herself. You were enjoying this side of Melissa, one that was confident and unafraid to lead the way, it was what you imagined she was like. However, you had other plans for your night together.
Still you allowed her to lead for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressed against yours and her thick thighs gripped on either side of your lap. Her hips slowly ground into you as the kissing grew more intense and you tangled your hand in her hair, suavely moving it to her shoulder so you could unzip the back of her dress. She continued to move her mouth in perfect sync with yours and didn't protest your motions, instead her hands came to the buttons of your blouse and began to undo them.
You shimmied her dress to pile at her hips and she shrugged your top off, her mouth instantly moving to the space of your collarbones, and down your chest. You leaned your head back and brought your hands to tangle in her hair. As her lips grew closer to your clothed breasts you brought your hands to her jaw and brought her lips back to yours.
“Melissa,” you spoke softly and she pulled away, a slight fear evident in her eyes. This puzzled you and your original statement was queued.
“What’s wrong?” you asked and she smirked, shaking her head.
“Nothing, I was just worried you were going to stop.” she said softly, her eyes not meeting yours.
“I was going to ask you to stand up and get undressed.” You said plainly and her eyes snapped to yours, a flash of mischief in her pupils.
She did as she was told, her core heated at your presence and orders. Her mind was racing with dozens of questions. They were all trying to find out what it was about you that got to her, set her heart in a frenzy and her center on fire. She could hardly speak clearly around you and here she was getting naked for you. Maybe the rumours were true.
As she got undressed you watched and slid your skirt off and to the ground, both of you were left in your undergarments and you stood up, your body a few inches from hers. Heavy eyes glazed over her figure, tracing her curves and committing them to memory with fervor. Tentative and gentle fingers traced over her hips, up the sides of her stomach, and to her bra straps. You watched as her breathing grew heavier and you paused a moment.
“Will you hand me my bag?” You asked nicely and she nodded with furrowed brows.
Manicured hands brushed yours as she handed it over and you brought your hand to brush her hair back. An endearing smile met your eyes and you gestured to the bed.
“Why don’t you get comfortable.” you instructed and she nodded slowly before moving to sit on the end of the bed. You let out a small laugh.
“That’s your idea of comfort?” you asked and she looked down with pink cheeks and a bashful smile.
“I’m not sure what to do, I’ve never been on this side of things.” she admitted and your heart felt for her.
“I’m not here to boss you around unless you want me to. Just tell me what you want Melissa.” You said simply and she felt her tensed muscles relax slightly at the reassurance.
“What’s in there?” she asked and you smirked as you reached into your bag and pulled out a box, reaching in to hold up your simple strap on. Her eyes went wide before a small smirk grew on her face.
“What? Never seen one of these before?” You joked and she rolled her eyes.
Of course Melissa had been with other women, in college and a few drunken nights during the first few years of her divorced life, but she always took the lead and never used toys. She just never thought to nor found someone she wanted to give the time to try them with. She always imagined she wouldn't be on the receiving end of it for her first introduction to the device. However as she looked up at you she wanted nothing more than to have you use it.
“Put it on for me.” she asked and your smile faded.
“We gotta get you warmed up first baby.” You laughed and walked to stand over her. Your hand moved to cup her cheek but she stopped you, moving your hand down to the waistband of her panties.
You were now the one with heavy breaths, watching as she continued your hand into her underwear and allowed your fingers to cup her center and feel how wet she had grown in these few minutes. A shuddered breath was sucked in as you bit your lip at the feeling. She smiled up at you through her lashes and you smirked.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me already huh?” you whispered and she nodded. You slid two fingers into her with ease and she buckled forward at the sudden motion, a moan escaping her lips as she grabbed onto your arm to brace herself.
You felt your skin grow hot at the delightful feeling of her womanhood around your fingers. Knowing now she was indeed ready for you.
“Please, I don't want to wait anymore.” she almost whined out as her flushed face met yours.
You nodded gently and stepped back, your hand pulling from out of her with a gasp escaping her lips. The redhead watched as you brought your finger to your lips and sucked her slick off and a visible chill went up her spine. You removed your underwear slowly, her eyes meeting your glistening core before snapping back to your gaze, her mouth filling with saliva.
You slipped on the toy and tightened it into place with ease. Unintentionally making it clear to Melissa that this wasn't new for you. That revelation was evident on her face when you looked back up and you moved closer to her to stroke her cheek sweetly.
“You’re the only one okay?” you assured the redhead and she smiled, returning the sentiment before pulling you down to meet her lips.
The atmosphere grew hot and intense as your mouths moved aggressively and soft moans escaped her mouth. The erotic tension grew heavier and suddenly she pulled away and stood up.
“Everything okay?” you began to question with worry but she was grabbing your hand and moving to get on the bed fully. You followed and allowed her to position you, your back against the pillows as you watched her reach to remove her bra.
Quick hands met hers and you insisted with a smirk. Her skin was soft beneath your hands and you undid the clasp before slowly peeling the bra away and allowing her breasts to be exposed. It was hard to resist the large grin that was prickling at your mouth and you just admired her as your hands slid down to tug at her panties too.
“You’re so beautiful Melissa. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” you complimented and this time she didn't look away in a shy fit, instead she smirked and her eyes traded in for the dark green once more.
She kicked her panties to the side and came to straddle you once more, this time pausing as she hovered over your silicone member. Strong hands came to grab her hips and support her and she looked at you before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
“You ready babygirl?” you whispered into the kiss and she nodded, not pulling her lips from yours as she lined herself up and allowed her hips to slide down over the tip. The first inch pushing into her opening.
Her chest paused as she held her breath and moved to go further but your grip on her hips wouldn't allow her. She pulled away and looked at you with a confused glare.
“Slow and steady.” You smirked and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Just fuck me Y/n. Please.” she almost begged and you couldn't deny her.
Your hands pushed her to take it all in and she gasped, a guttural moan escaping her throat as her head rested on your shoulder. She let out hushed italian words as she got used to your size. Your hands stayed firmly on her hips as your mouth found her shoulder and kissed along her neck, careful to not leave any visible marks.
After a few moments her hips began to roll and you smirked as you guided them. She picked her head up and met your lips, moaning into them as she began to ride your length. You skin grew sticky from the heat boiling your blood. The redhead was an absolute vision, her large hips around your waist, breasts pressing into yours, and your length disappearing into her as she moved. Her skin was dewy and her expressions were erotic. There was no way you would ever forget this moment or find a woman to live up to it.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” she moaned and began to pick up the pace of her hips. Her nipples brushed against your clothed bra and created a delightful friction, drawing her closer to her peak.
Your hands moved her hips harder and faster and the moans escaping her mouth sent ripples to your heated core. The friction of the strap pleasing you slowly but surely as well. You continued to kiss her and moved to her neck again, then down to her breasts. A hand left her hip to cup her and bring her nipple to your mouth, sucking on it with hunger.
Light licks swirled the bud and she moaned and gripped you to her by your hair. You brought the bud between your teeth gently and she let out a whine that spurred you on more. Her movements grew faster and you could feel her slick on your thighs. She was growing closer to her release so you moved your other hand to rub her clit but she stopped you, moving the one hand back put pushing it to grab firmly on her ass. You squeezed her flesh and she moaned out and picked up the speed of her movements, the bed now moving slightly as she chased her release.
“I wanna cum just like this first.” she said exasperated and you smirked, not thinking twice to obey.
“You can cum like this as many times as you want, baby.” you mitered into the flesh of her breasts and she smiled, gripping your hair as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“I’m so close, sweetie.” she whined and you finally moved your other hand from her chest to grab her hips. Lifting her slightly to help with the tension on her knees, and to bring her down harder on your shaft. She let out a deep moan at the new force and you smirked.
“Come on Melissa, release yourself on me.” your voice let out seductively in her ear.
The warmth of your breath and her hips being brought down onto you caused her coil to snap and she let out a loud moan as she began to convulse slightly around you. She rode out her orgasm and your lips met hers, kissing her deeply. Your tongue massaged hers with skill and she moaned erotically into the wet kisses.
“God that was, amazing Miss L/n.” she joked and you smiled.
Your hand moved to cup her center and her hips jerked at your cool fingers. She was still around you and you wanted to coax her to a second orgasm quickly so it was just as intense as the last. Her hand gripped your wrist but didn't use much force to push it away.
“Ah, I'm still sensitive.” she whined and you nodded as you bit your lip.
“Good.” Your fingers moved in a circle over her clit and she wrapped her arms around you to scratch her nails into your back. Her mouth coming to your shoulder to kiss the flesh in distraction.
She let out a slight wince as you rubbed slowly but harder against her sensitive bud and you paused, moving your other hand off her hip to pull her head up from your shoulder.
“Are you okay? I think you can give me another Mel.” you nodded and she looked as if this was a foreign concept. She hardly would get one in the past and now she was preparing for the unknown.
“I don’t know, i-it hurts.” she spoke softly as if a sudden embarrassment was falling over her and you smiled.
“Does this hurt, or feel good?” you asked as you rubbed her clit gently in slow circles and watched as her eyes fell shut. You could feel her hips twitch beneath you as the sensitivity grew and you smirked at the sight.
“Both. I don't know if I can-” she started and you interrupted.
“Move your hips again, let the pleasure and tension spread throughout your whole body.” You spoke into her ear and she shuddered as she did what she was told.
Her hips rocked into you, causing your hand to rub against her clit harder and she let out the familiar whine. Nails dug into your arms and you found her lips, kissing her softly to help combat the intense feeling in her lower half. She moaned into it sweetly and you relished in the sounds.
She began to rock her hips once more and it was clear she was beginning to get used to the over-stimulation of her core and wanted more. You admired her above you, red hair glowing in the lamp light, reflecting on her dampening skin. Her breasts moving slightly with her motions and her eyes opening to meet yours.
“I feel close again, hon. Fuck-” she moaned and you smiled.
“Use me like a toy Mel. I’m not going anywhere.” Desperation and pleasure laced your words and she moaned and nodded. The instructions were taken seriously and the woman stopped holding back, moving her hips up and down faster.
You stared in awe as she rode you with force, her breasts bouncing with her as she allowed you deeper and deeper inside her. A tight grip came to her ass to help move her forward while your other hand rubbed her clit with an increasing speed to match her movements. This pushed her closer to her climax and she pressed her lips to yours.
“It feels so good, hon, I’m almost there.”
You admired her taking charge again and placed a few marks to her boobs, where they would be hidden before taking her nipples into your mouth once again.
The combined stimulations were edging Melissa to a release she hadn't experienced before and this only made her more desperate to feel it. Her hips moved hard and she felt her skin begin to grow hot and her muscles tense.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” she moaned out and you pinched her nipple between your lips as your fingers moved quicker and she threw her head back.
Loud, velvety moans left her lips and her gaze remained on the ceiling as rode out the high. Her body released fully and you nearly came with her as you watched her finish all over you. The scent of her fluids dripping around you spurred you on and you continued to rub her clit, as she shook around you. The glistening between her thighs and on you was caught by the sheet beneath you and you finally pulled your hand away as she calmed her motions and moved to kiss you again. Her breasts pressed against yours, her thighs hugged you as well as she held you tightly and kissed you with newfound intensity. You were surrounded by her warmth in the moment.
“You okay babygirl?” you whispered and she pulled her lips away, her forehead resting against yours as she nodded.
Her chest moved as she tried to catch her breath.
“Yeah, that was crazy. I've never felt like that before.” she laughed and you giggled with her, placing a peck to her pink cheek.
“You certainly have the proof now.” You spoke as you looked down at the wet spot and she followed your gaze.
Her hands quickly cupped over her mouth and she shut her eyes.
“Oh my God.” She spoke in her normal voice that you hardly heard when alone with her. You could see the embarrassment rising to her face as you grabbed her hands and cupped her cheek.
“Hey, it’s okay. Melissa-- that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” You said in a serious tone and she reluctantly looked at you.
“A horrible night to do that for the first time.” She said with an annoyed despair and you giggled, your hands wrapping around her waist.
“Melissa, this is normal. I’m sorry no one has gotten that outta you.” you said softly and she looked into your eyes deeply before nodding.
You kissed her cheek as your thumb stroked her other before moving your hands to her hips. You began to lift her off and she helped, slowly sliding your member out and swinging her leg over. The room was sticky and your makeup was slightly smudged along with hers but she had never looked more gorgeous. Cool hands slid to her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, one full of care and appreciation more so than lust.
“You’ve never been more beautiful than in this moment.” You said softly, your eyes glued to hers. She could see in your pupils the integrity behind your statement, and how they didn't shift to her nude form but instead remained innocent and on her.
“And to think I could have missed this.” She scoffed and you smiled, “Thank God those assholes were talking trash.” she added and you feigned shock.
“What!? You're crediting those nerds with our… relations.” You exclaimed with a grin and she shook her head and let out a laugh.
“No of course not, it would have happened eventually.” she joked and you raised a brow as you stood to remove the toy and she watched hungrily.
“Oh yeah? Brave Ms. Schemmenti was gonna make the move?” you poked and she stood to meet your lips.
“Maybe. I did today, didn't I?.” she questioned with her lips hovering over yours and you felt your breaths slow.
“I suppose, it was more of an order. Either way it worked.” You laughed and brought her in for a kiss. Her arms slinked to remove your bra and you moved to put her hair up for her before doing the same
“Come on, let's get ya cleaned up.” She smirked, leading you into the bathroom to prepare a bath, your hands unable to leave each other's skin the whole night.
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