by Raven Sky
“You are so lucky that I’m madly in love with you, otherwise I’d just be mad at you,” Riley shouted from the bathroom as she removed the devilish little vibe that had just caused her so much embarrassment.
“Oh, come on, that was epic. You’ll be bragging about that in the nursing home on your death bed.”
“What? You’re crazy,” Riley said, emerging from the bathroom and making her way to Quinn who was looking at the swirling snowfall outside the window. “I’m never telling anyone that story.”
Riley snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around Quinn, nuzzling into her neck until Quinn sighed and relaxed against her. They stayed like that a while, watching the big, feathery flakes meander lazily to the ground. Quinn loved watching the world go by, and she had taught Riley to love it too. They often snuggled in silence in parks and just watched the people, the sky, the creatures, the cars; whatever was happening in the moment, they just soaked it up together. This shared, silent watchfulness felt almost sacred to Riley. She’d never had that with anyone else before.
“I really love you,” Riley blurted without thinking.
Quinn disentangled herself to turn around and look Riley in the eyes. “I really love you too.”
They kissed. As they had kissed many times before. But the spark that drew them to each other initially was still very much alive and easily caught to flame. Riley felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing become heavy. She moved her hands over Quinn’s gorgeous contours.
“I want to look at you,” Riley said, stepping back to gaze at Quinn, framed by the window full of snow billowing and eddying in the evening sky.
Quinn held her gaze, comfortable and confident within it. She fingered the buttons on the front of her decidedly tight, white blouse. She popped one and arched an eyebrow. Riley smiled and Quinn popped another.
“Do you like what you see?” Quinn purred.
Riley squirmed in appreciation of the tension building between them. Heat rushed through her, and she knew her cheeks were burning and her sex was wet yet again. Nonetheless, she replied, “I’m not sure; I don’t see much yet.”
Quinn smirked and undid the last of her buttons. She shrugged out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a simple, silky, flesh-colored bra beneath the shirt. Riley gazed at Quinn’s torso, appreciating the slope of her shoulders, the delicacy of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts and the taut lines of her stomach.
Quinn leaned forward and reached both arms behind her back. She grasped the bra hooks. “Do you think the unsuspecting citizens of the city below will like what they see?” She turned to face the street, her hands prepared to unhook her bra. She looked over her shoulder at Riley, waiting.
Riley nodded and Quinn deftly released her breasts. The bra joined her blouse on the floor.
CHOICE #3: A part of Quinn’s body is about to receive loving attention. Will it be her:
A. Tits or
B. Ass
Quinn’s tits receive loving attention.
Quinn smirked over her shoulder at Riley, whose heart was beating wildly. It was all Riley could hear, so she was irrationally worried that Quinn wouldn’t catch her next words over the pounding when she whispered, “Press your tits up against the glass.”
An appreciative smile spread over Quinn’s lovely face and she complied with a sharp intake of breath.
“Is it cold?”
Quinn murmured assent.
“Are your nipples hard?” More murmurs. “Show me.”
Quinn turned around, and indeed, her nipples were tight, tan buds.
“Lean back against the glass now and show me how you like them touched.”
Usually, Riley had to have Quinn blindfolded to be so bold and take charge, but tonight she felt on top of the world. She had this gorgeous, talented, amazing woman all to herself. They’d weathered a year’s worth of ups and downs and still found themselves enthralled with each other. She felt seen and loved for exactly who she was, and that made her feel capable of anything. She knew this woman. She knew how to please her. She speculated that she knew things Quinn might enjoy that Quinn didn’t even suspect yet. After a year, that was no small thing.
Quinn traced manicured nails along the curves of her breasts. Her hands wandered up her neck and through her hair. Her eyes closed and her hands raised sexily above her head. Riley had the urge to cross the room and pin her hands there, but she waited, eager to see how Quinn would demonstrate the touch she craved. Quinn was moving, almost dancing, to nonexistent music. Her hands returned to her tits and grasped them tightly. Her flesh overflowed and spilled from her hands as she rhythmically massaged her chest. Then her fingers zeroed in on her nipples and began tweaking them in time with her hips’ undulation. Her breathing hastened and her eyes glazed.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” Riley growled, crossing the room in a few determined strides and embracing Quinn passionately. They kissed madly, until Riley spun Quinn around to face the night once more. She grasped her tits firmly in her hands and repeated the motions Quinn had taught her.
“Like this?” she said in Quinn’s ear, nibbling a little on her earlobe. She darted her tongue in Quinn’s ear and Quinn buckled a bit, but Riley’s hips pushed her back against the windowpane.
“You like showing off for these strangers?” Riley growled. “You want them to see how beautiful you are?”
Quinn moaned and moved her hips in time with Riley’s.
“This is all they get,” Riley said, pulling herself with difficulty from Quinn’s body. “The rest is just for me. Get on the bed and get naked.”
CHOICE #4: Riley is about to make love to Quinn. Will she please her with her:
A. Fingers
B. Mouth
Riley makes love to Quinn with her fingers.
They began throwing their clothes off excitedly. They dove under the covers, giggling like fools. But when they found each other’s warmth in the midst of the giant bed, the laughter ceased and quickly gave way to desire. Quinn loved the feeling of her flesh on Riley’s and the way her soft, warm curves fit into her own. It was both comforting and stimulating, a mix of opposite sensations like much of their connection. It was simple and profound, extraordinary and everyday, this thing between them. They had come together like this so many times and yet it hadn’t lost its novelty somehow. Each time, there was familiarity, but always something new too, some deepening of the connection, some fresh take on how their bodies and emotions met.
Tonight every sensation was amplified by the knowledge of their milestone. Quinn had never been particularly good at making relationships last. She got bored, or she got too wrapped up in her work, but mostly she got bored. Riley was anything but boring. She kept Quinn on her toes with their lighthearted and yet deeply intimate connection.
They kissed sweetly under a mountain of blankets, caressing each other’s faces, while the wind blew about the season’s first soft snowfall outside. They kissed and kissed. Quinn loved that too. How Riley could be patient and still with her. She didn’t rush and ruin everything. She could tune in to energy as easily as Quinn, who had always been highly sensitive to everything going on around her. They kissed tenderly, and Quinn found herself wiggling her toes with contentment and relaxation. She felt fully present. Completely here. In this bed with this wonderful, kindhearted, and hardworking woman who understood her. Everything felt easy and natural with her. She was so blessed.
The realization stirred new feelings. Warmth spread inside her. Her breathing shifted. She began to kiss Riley more passionately and Riley responded in kind. Their tongues met and danced. Quinn explored Riley’s curves with her hands as their hips moved in sync. Riley was suddenly on top of Quinn, gyrating hungrily. Quinn felt her pussy respond, pulsing and moistening. She wanted Riley’s fingers inside her in that sweet familiar way she had of fucking her.
Riley must have read her mind, because her strong hand found its way between her legs, and at her first to
uch, Quinn shuddered. Riley worked her magic, making Quinn moan with pleasure as she worked her clit and massaged her vulva.
Riley liked to make her ask for it. It had become a joke between them, the way that Riley often held off on penetration until Quinn couldn’t take it any more. Though sometimes she’d mix it up to surprise her and throw off the pattern. But tonight, she was clearly teasing her to the brink, awaiting the invitation she craved. Quinn tried to hold off, to linger on the threshold, but she came most powerfully with internal stimulation, so she knew she’d have to cave eventually as always. Still, the delay, the battle of wills, always added to the pleasure somehow.
“Is there anything you’d like from me?” Riley asked, grinning deviously as her fingers teased about Quinn’s opening.
Quinn thrust up her hips to try to force Riley’s fingers to slip inside her, but Riley was on to this trick and pulled back. Riley brought her mouth close to Quinn’s and their breathing mingled, warm and intimate. “You’ve got to ask,” she said.
Sometimes she fought it, but not tonight. Tonight she yielded quickly. “Come inside me, Riley. Please.”
A wave of pleasure washed over Quinn as Riley entered her, filling her pussy with her fingers and establishing a beat for them to follow in this most intimate of dances. Quinn was already so close to climax that the hot rush of Riley’s fingers entering her almost pushed her over. Quinn bucked on Riley’s hand, while she grasped and twisted the bedsheets. She thought of Riley and everything they’d been through in this incredible whirlwind of a year together. Her muscles clenched, and she had the strange sensation of falling that sometimes accompanied the threshold of an orgasm; she teetered there, cried out, and overflowed, her whole body shaking. She started crying as sometimes happened when the climax was especially overwhelming. Riley knew just to hold her, and she did; she held Quinn as she released whatever needed letting go.
Eventually, Quinn sniffled and Riley helped her wipe away her tears.
“My girl…” Riley said, planting a tender kiss on Quinn’s lips “You ready for your gift now?”
“What?” Quinn asked, sitting up. “There’s more?”
“There is so much more for you and me.” Riley bent over Quinn to reach into the nightstand drawer. She pulled out a tiny bag and handed it to Quinn, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
“Does this come with a remote control by any chance?”
They both smiled at the memory of the shenanigans ensuing from the contents of this evening’s previous gift bag.
“It comes with a lot of things,” Riley said vaguely.
Quinn opened the tiny bag and found a key inside it.
“The key to your heart?” Quinn asked, dangling it before them.
“You already have that,” Riley replied, blushing, suddenly nervous. “I’m offering you a key to my place. If you—”
She never got to finish that sentence, as Quinn launched herself onto Riley with wholehearted consent.
THE END
Riley makes love to Quinn with her mouth.
Quinn saluted playfully and followed Riley’s command with exaggerated obedience. She wiggled out of her pants, then her beige G-string was off in a flash and flung playfully at Riley’s head like a rubber band, which seemed to Riley to be about the same size and color. They both laughed, and Riley felt content that their sex life still had room for such silliness.
Quinn flung herself enthusiastically upon the giant hotel bed and beckoned Riley to join her. Riley liked it when Quinn was naked and vulnerable while she remained clothed and protected. She couldn’t say why exactly, but she found it a thrill.
Normally, Riley would lay the full length of her body upon Quinn now, kiss her passionately, and make her way down to her prize, but Riley was drunk on the triumph of making it to this milestone, and she wanted to push the limits, so she kept her distance and asked for what she wanted to see.
“Open your legs for me,” she whispered.
Quinn inhaled deeply and let her thighs fall open, exposing her sex to Riley’s focused gaze.
It was everything Riley wanted. There she was, her magnificent girlfriend, prone on the bed, exposed and vulnerable, trusting and loving, craving her touch. Quinn could probably have anyone she wanted, Riley knew. And she chose her. She chose her.
Riley fell upon her, forgoing foreplay and making straight for the sweet center of her. She brought her mouth to Quinn reverently, kissing her way down Quinn’s neat little landing strip of hair to the nub of her clit. Here, she flicked her tongue teasingly and felt Quinn quiver in first response.
Riley knew Quinn. Knew exactly what she wanted and how to give it to her, yet she drew it out. Lingered in the lead-up and kept her in the sweet suffering on the brink of climax. She breathed in the intimate scent of this fine, smart, successful woman. She tasted her innermost self, awed at the immensity of the privilege. When she sensed that Quinn could take it no longer, she concentrated all her energy on her and urged her over the edge to a riotous and joyful climax. Quinn sobbed in uncontrolled emotion, and Riley simply held her through the waves of feeling released, grateful for the chance to bring this pleasure to someone she respected and loved so deeply.
Riley was already reflecting on the beauty of their anniversary celebration when Quinn suddenly cried out, “I don’t ever want to be with anyone but you.”
It was unexpected, heartfelt, and genuine, and Riley responded with everything in her. “I feel the same way,” she said without thinking.
Quinn sat up and pulled the covers over her chest protectively. She eyed Riley with something like fear tinged with hope and dared to suggest, “Maybe we don’t have to ever be with anyone else…”
Riley felt a jolt of pure joy spread through her.
“If that’s a proposal, my answer is HELL YES!”
THE END
Quinn’s ass receives loving attention.
Quinn was feeling herself up in front of the window, jiggling the weight of her breasts in her hands playfully.
“Okay, that’s enough. Get away from the window,” Riley said, pulling Quinn away and jerking the curtains shut. Quinn was laughing while Riley tried to kiss her, and they both started cracking up, unable to contain the joy. When the laughter fizzled out, they were standing by the foot of the bed with their arms around each other, Quinn naked from the waist up, Riley still fully clothed. They just looked at each other a moment, breathing together as the energy shifted.
“Will you strip for me?” Riley asked, taking a step back and seating herself in the office chair by the desk.
Quinn smiled. “I require music, a glass of wine, and a handsome reward at the end for my efforts.”
“Oh, you’ll have a handsome reward. Trust me.” Riley got up to find the bottle of wine they had brought and placed in the mini-fridge. She poured two glasses and offered one to Quinn.
“A toast to our anniversary.”
“A toast to many more to come.”
They sipped their wine, maintaining eye contact over the rims of their glasses. Riley made for the office chair once more, found an appropriate playlist on her phone, and sat back to enjoy the show.
Quinn liked to striptease for her. She would drag Riley to lingerie stores and torture her by making her choose outfits that she would refuse to wear right away. She’d surprise Riley with the lingerie at the oddest times instead. It kept Riley in a state of suspended desire that she both loved and hated. But Riley was fully enthralled whenever Quinn danced for her, as she was doing now, moving seductively to the sultry notes emanating from Riley’s phone.
Quinn was facing away from Riley, moving her hips in time with the beat and giving Riley a full-on view of her ass. Quinn spun around and began to unzip her pants. Riley could see the hint of a light tan G-string. Quinn began to remove her pants, turning once more so Riley could watch the material peel ever so slowly over the ripe, round curve of her ass cheeks. Quinn wiggled out of the pants, her jiggling cheeks very much on display for Riley’s
viewing pleasure.
Riley jumped up, unable to stop herself, and pushed Quinn rather forcefully to the bed from behind so that Quinn’s stomach faced the bed and Riley lay on top of her. She pinned Quinn’s hands together above her head with one hand and trailed the other down the contours of her flesh. She grabbed a fistful of her bottom and squeezed.
“Stay just like this,” she said into Quinn’s ear, removing her grip so she was no longer physically pinning Quinn. Riley stepped back and surveyed Quinn, prone on the bed, exposed and delectable. She kissed her way down Quinn’s back to the gentle rise of her behind, where she lavished more kisses and a little nibble for good measure. Then, without warning, Riley gave Quinn’s ass a good smack.
“That’s for embarrassing me at the piano bar,” Riley said.
Quinn wiggled her butt. “Well, don’t forget the elevator.”
Riley shook her head and smacked her again, harder this time, mimicking her lame excuse in an exaggerated, mocking voice. “Oh no, do you have a Charley horse again, honey?”
Quinn cackled at that and Riley smacked away. “Really funny, Quinn. You’re so funny.” Her ass was pinking up now, and Riley could actually see the imprint of her fingers on Quinn’s bottom. She always found that an odd thrill.
“I thought I was going to be rewarded for my efforts tonight, not punished,” Quinn said.
“You’re right.” Riley lay down beside her and planted a few tender kisses on her lips. She pushed a stray strand of hair from Quinn’s face and kept her hand there, caressing her sweetly. “It’s our night and I want to make you happy. I’ll make love to you any way you want. Lady’s choice. What will it be?”
CHOICE #4: Riley is about to make love to Quinn any way she chooses. Will Quinn choose sex that involves:
