I'm incredibly late but I insisted on finishing this one since we don't get much wlw smut and my queer ass needed it.
Summary: Pure smut. If you aren’t 18+, don’t read. Get ready for lesbian sexy time.
Finally, Friday night, Elizabeth came home from a long day at work, exhausted. She closed the front door and put away her keys. She already noticed how quiet the house was, which she found abnormal. Her wife usually greeted her or cooked when she’d get home. This time, no cooking sounds or anything. Only the noises of the ruining appliances.
“I’m home.” Elizabeth declared as she took off her uncomfortable shoes.
No answer. She made her way to the living room. She wasn’t there. Nor was she in the kitchen. She hadn’t left a handwritten message either or a text telling that she was away.
“Marianne?” Elizabeth called out.
On her way to the bedroom, she checked the bathroom, but the door was open and her wife wasn’t there either. She walked toward the bedroom and immediately saw the door was closed. That’s odd, Elizabeth thought. When she opened the door, she found her wife sitting on her feet, wearing nothing but red lingerie and thigh high socks. When Marianne saw her wife at the door, she smirked and laid on her stomach, legs up in the air and her boobs overflowing her bra.
“ ‘Ello, Eli.” Marianne purred. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Without thinking, Elizabeth closed the door behind her, even though they lived alone in the house. She bit her lip and walked toward the bed to meet her wife.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Elizabeth smirked as she held Marianne’s chin’s up to look at her. “Looks like I’m going to have you for dinner then.”
Marianne smiled and slid out of the bed, her skin gliding against the bed sheets. She stood up only a few centimeters away from Elizabeth and slid her hand from Elizabeth’s stomach to her neck, gently wrapping her hand around her neck. Their lips dangerously close to each other without touching.
“Tu me veux?”¹ Elizabeth breathed. She recalled how much Marianne adored her accent when she spoke french so she only used it on rare occasion, usually for sex. It made things a bit uncomfortable when they both visited France and Elizabeth had to speak french.
“Oui.” Marianne breathed back as she moved her hand to Elizabeth’s collar.
“Je te veux aussi, ma belle.”²
Elizabeth couldn’t add anything else more now that Marianne started kissing her, slowly at first. She wanted to taste her wife’s lips like it was the first time she had been doing so. Marianne’s lips tasted like cherries, probably from her red lipstick she was wearing. Elizabeth thought it was both delicious and sexy, just like her wife. Elizabeth’s hands slowly moved down to Marianne’s hips then ended on her arse, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer. Marianne’s hands worked on unbuttoning her wife’s shirt, still while they were snogging like there was no one else in the world but them. As her fingers played with the lace of Marianne’s pants, Elizabeth pulled her as close as possible, making their crotch rub against each other as they kissed.
Marianne was down to the last button thus she broke the kiss. Her hand slid down Elizabeth’s arms to take the white shirt off. She wore a white wire-free bra underneath, not so sexy for the occasion, but comfortable and useful for work. If she’d have known, she’d have worn her lacy black bra to match with Marianne’s lingerie. The French women placed soft kisses on Elizabeth’s neck and chest before undoing her bra and dropping it on the floor. They soon resumed their kissing, this time a bit more passionate. It was hard to tell who initiated the kisses as they both yearned for it.
Marianne softly moaned inside Elizabeth’s mouth when she grabbed her side and moved her hands up to cup Marianne’s breasts through her bra. Her bra had straps from both sides of her boobs and a small piece of lace barely covered the rest of it. Her nipples clearly showed through the fabric. Elizabeth took the opportunity and rolled her fingers around Marianne’s nipple. The sweet moan coming from the French women’s lips turned even more on her wife. She continued her teasing for a while then switched to the other nipple. Marianne’s big breasts were sensitive to pleasure so getting her wet with just playing with her nipples was a simple task for Elizabeth. The English woman moved the fabric covering her wife’s tits away, revealing two perky and beautifully pink nipples. Elizabeth wet her lips staring at her gorgeous girlfriend’s body. She couldn’t wait to taste her.
Unpromptedly, Elizabeth unhooked her wife's bra, displaying her round soft tits that Elizabeth loved so much. She held one boob in her hand to make the nipple perk up and began sucking on it. Marianne rested her hands on Elizabeth's waist as she moaned from her wife's wet tongue teasing her nipple. Marianne played with the untouched nipple while her wife sucked the other. It felt so great and it made her pussy even wetter. Elizabeth kept sucking until her neck hurt from her position. She then stared at Marianne, biting her lip.
“Be a good girl and undress me.” Elizabeth ordered softly as she ran her thumb on Marianne’s plump lips.
Marianne smirked and did as she was told. She wrapped her arms around Elizabeth’s waist to reach the zipper on her arse and undid the grey skirt she wore that day. She then pushed the skirt down as it fell on the floor. Marianne ignored the fact that she wore plain back pants, not matching the bra she wore today. She slowly pulled them down with her two index fingers, caressing the side of her legs on the way.
“That’s good. Now it’s my turn.” Elizabeth smirked and grabbed Marianne by her waist to push her gently backward on the bed. Marianne gasped softly when she hit the bed and soon after, Elizabeth joined her on top of her and kissed her some more.
“Eli?” Marianne broke the kiss.
“Yeah?”
“Can you kiss my body all over?” The French brunette asked in a whisper.
“Since you’ve been a good girl, I will, princess.” Elizabeth answered with a smirk.
She started kissing her ear, then moved down to her neck. She then gave the nipple that she hadn’t sucked on a nice lick and kiss before moving down to her stomach and below her navel. Next, she kissed her pants where her clit was and gave two kisses on both of her inner thighs. Elizabeth watched her beloved’s reaction when she was done. Marianne was biting her lips, looking at her wife, totally under her control.
Elizabeth grabbed her wife’s pretty red pants with both hands and lowered it down. She then tossed it away with the other clothes laying on the floor. It didn't take Elizabeth long to go down on her pretty pink lips. She gave one good lick along the length of her lips.
"You're so wet already." The English women smirked. "You're such a slag."
"Only for you." Marianne purred.
Elizabeth snorted and resumed her previous activity. She focused on her clit that time, sucking it nicely at first. She wrapped her arms around Marianne's tights to get a better grip, allowing her to suck closer. The French women couldn't help but moan softly. God, Elizabeth loved how hot and sweet her wife's moans sounded. Marianne was so perfect, she thought, if she could marry her again, she would. Elizabeth sometimes paused pleasuring her clit by kissing her pussy or her thighs. She wanted Marianne to moan her name and beg her for the sweet release of orgasm.
"Eli" Marianne hummed.
Elizabeth looked up to check on her wife. As expected, Marianne had her eyes closed, her face twisted in pleasure and her hands grabbing the bed sheet. She was so beautiful. If Elizabeth could paint, she would paint her in that moment.
She gave her mouth a break and continued pleasuring her with her finger. She pushed her middle finger inside her vagina and started rubbing that one spot on the top wall. Marianne already moaned louder and her breath went faster. Elizabeth gave her wife's right thigh a tender kiss as she kept fingering her. After a minute or two, she added her thumb to tease her clit in circle motion. Elizabeth could feel her wife's muscles tightening in her legs and vagina and her toes curling.
"Have you had enough, love?" The English women teased.
She received a head shake in reply.
"More, please." Marianne said in a shakinly voice.
Elizabeth snorted and crawled a step forward so her face would be close to Marianne's neck. Marianne could feel the warm breath on her neck until Elizabeth kissed the side of her neck and moved her head down to her right tit and sucked on it again. All this while still fingering the beautiful brunette.
"Ah. Eli. C'est tellement bon."³ Marianne moaned, pausing between each word.
Elizabeth smiled on her wife's tit. When she switched to French, she knew she was doing a great job and that was all the reward she needed. But she hadn't said her last word yet. She kept doing her handiwork with both her finger and her mouth for a minute or two. She made sure to put enough pressure on both her pubic bone and the wall inside her pussy. Although she didn’t realise it, Elizabeth had her legs wrapped around her wife’s leg and was rubbing her pussy against it. To be fair, she focused more on pleasuring and making Marianne moan than herself, but she couldn’t help it.
After a moment, Elizabeth couldn’t hold it anymore; her wife’s moans turned her on so bad she had to do something about it. She stopped and got up on her knees on the bed. She pulled Marianne’s legs up and laid on her, positioning her pussy with hers. Elizabeth started rubbing against Marianne, their warm breath mixing now they were face to face. She had a better view of Marianne’s lovely face as she pleased her, which was one of the reasons it was Elizabeth’s favourite position. The second reason was that her clitoris was so sensitive and the rubbing felt too good. And the third, something Marianne also agreed on, the trib position felt very intimate. Now, both of their voices echoed in the room as Elizabeth thrusted on her. As time went by, Elizabeth gradually went a bit faster and a bit harder than the minute before.
The mix of Marianne’s moans and the rubbing soon made Elizabeth breathed and moaned louder until she reached orgasm.
“Ah. Fuck!” The English woman gasped as she was cumming on her pretty girlfriend.
Marianne bit her lips and smiled as she watched Elizabeth orgasmed on her. She hid a blonde lock behind Elizabeth’s ear and placed her hand on her red warm cheek. Marianne noticed Elizabeth’s bun got messy and sweaty from the physical activity. She thought her English wife was so pretty and sexy like that.
Elizabeth rolled beside Marianne and took a moment to catch her breath.
“Give me a minute. I’m not done with you.” Elizabeth said, out of breath.
Marianne laughed softly.
“You don’t have to, chérie.” She said as she turned around to face Elizabeth.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to and you deserve to cum.”
“I do.” Marianne smirked. “You worked so hard and did a great job today. I’ll give you a break. It’s my turn to do the hard work.”
Marianne turned around to her night stand and pulled on the drawer. She retrieved a double-side strapless dildo from it and turned back toward Elizabeth. They smiled at each other in a silence agreement and Marianne got up on her knees. She slowly inserted the shorter side of the dildo inside Elizabeth’s soaked pussy. The longer side sticking out of her. Marianne straddled her wife and aligned the dildo with her pussy until it penetrated her completely. No lube needed as both of their pussy were already dripping wet from the sex earlier. Marianne started riding her toy at a slow pace at first, getting used to the bigger object. Elizabeth’s breath back to normal, she held Marianne by the waist and watched as she rode her.
The brunette remembered that the toy had a button to activate vibration in the middle of it. She paused her motions and reached behind herself to push on the button. The toy now vibrating, Marianne resumed moving back and forth on the dildo’s length. It didn’t take her too long to start moaning again, both the large dildo and the vibrations pleasuring her and hitting the spot as she rode it.
She lowered her body down, getting closer to Elizabeth and hitting her clit against Elizabeth’s pubic bone. Marianne gained more stability and speed from leaning on her arms, her double D breasts crushing against Elizabeth’s b cup chest. The blonde could hear her wife’s breathing and soft moans in her ear as she rode her faster. She knew Marianne wouldn’t last as long with a big vibrating dildo inside her. The french woman squeezed the pillow where Elizabeth’s head laid as she thrusted faster and faster. Marianne’s moans soon turned into french purrs of bliss as she reached orgasm as well, her legs shaking from pleasure. Elizabeth reckoned she also enjoyed the lusty ride of her sensual girlfriend.
As soon as her orgasm was over, Marianne flopped over Elizabeth’s side and worked on catching her breath again. Elizabeth stared at her with a soft smile and looked down on the slippery dildo she was still wearing; her girlfriend’s white cum covered it. She brushed one side of the dildo with two fingers, collecting the cum on it, then proceeded to lick her fingers clean. They laid there for a while, slowly getting back to reality. Sex made Elizabeth sleepy, expecially after a long day and she reminded herself to take the dildo out before passing out.
“Are you hungry, chérie?” Marianne asked before her wife could fall asleep.
“Hm… I suppose I am. I’m tired as well.” Her wife replied, her eyes still closed.
“How about we order food, take a shower and cuddle in bed?” Marianne suggested.
“Sounds like a plan.” Elizabeth smiled.
Translation:
¹ “You want me?”
² “I want you too, beautiful.”
³ "Ah. Eli. It's so good." (In the sense of it feels so good)
