Mavis liked the view from above.
Not just the control of it, though she would never pretend that isn’t delicious, but the simple fact that it let her watch Holly fall apart in real time.
They’d started on the bed innocently enough: Mavis teasing Holly about her overly girly music taste, Holly reprimanding Mavis over her smoking habits. The kind of flirting that pretended it isn’t flirting until one of them finally stopped pretending. Surprisingly, this time around it was Holly who’d stopped first, beaming her doe blue eyes at Mavis as she licked her lips. Mavis was more than familiar with Holly’s prurient signals, smirking as she grabbed her thighs and sliding forward, settled over her with a confidence that made the mattress shift.
Holly blinked up, red lipstick a little smudged, breathing already shallow.
“You good down there?” Mavis asked, voice low and amused.
“Yeah,” came the whispered answer, small and breathy in a way that betrayed her.
Mavis’s blackened lips curling slow, knowing, wicked. Her hand drifted down to Holly’s stomach, fingers trailing just above her bare navel, tracing the soft curve there. Holly under her squirmed, thighs pressing together, already responsive. Mavis savoured the moment, she loved how easy it was for Holly to get worked up. All because of her.
“God, you’re sensitive,” Mavis murmured, nails just grazing skin. “I barely touched you.”
“Maybe you just… touch well,” Holly gasped, then immediately turned her flushed face away, embarrassed.
A soft laugh came from Mavis before she held Holly’s chin and turned her head to face her.
“Don’t you dare hide from me,” she said, leaning down until their noses almost brushed. “I want to see you. All of you.”
She didn’t kiss her yet, teasing Holly was just too satisfying. Instead she pressed her thigh down between Holly’s legs, just enough pressure to make her back arch off the bed. The sound she let out was sharp and desperate, the kind that only comes when someone forgets to pretend they aren’t dying for it.
“There we go,” whispered Mavis, lips brushing her cheek. “That’s the part of you I wanted.”
Holly tried to pull her closer, fingers digging into the back of her thigh, but Mavis only smirked and sat up straighter, hips rolling down slow, teasing.
“You’re so needy,” Mavis mused, hands resting on Holly’s hips. “I like it.”
“Then do something,” came the breathless plea.
“Beg for it” came the command
Holly’s face became more red than ever before, turning in all other directions to avoid eye contact. Mavis relished in watching her brain argue with her bodily desires, a fight between pride and lust raged behind those innocent eyes. Her mouth opened to say something, then shame shut it back closed. Impatient, Mavis began to release pressure from Holly’s thighs and–
“Wait!” Holly sputtered out, desperate. “I… please touch me. Please make me feel good. Please make me yours. Please–”
Mavis leaned down at last and this time, she did kiss her.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Just hungry.
Fingers slid under the belt and Holly moaned into their kiss, hips jerking up, body speaking louder than her voice ever could. Mavis smiled into the kiss because she loved Holly like this — shy until desperate enough to do and say anything to be touched in the right place, all instinct and need.
“My pretty girl,” Mavis murmured against her lips. “Keep reacting like that, and I’m not stopping until your bedsheets are ruined.”
Usually Holly would go on and on about preserving her sheets because it wasn’t close enough to laundry day. But now, all she could manage was to swallow hard, eyes wide, pupils blown and wanting.
“Please,” Holly whispered. “I want you to.”
Her mouth moved down from the kiss, slow and claiming, tasting along the jaw, the throat, the collarbone — painfully slow, just enjoying the way Holly shivered at every new place her lips touched. She liked watching her reactions as much as she liked touching her.
Mavis eased herself lower, tongue flicking over the belly piercing before she dragged her teeth lightly around the edge of her navel. Hollyl gasped, thighs instinctively pressing together, hips jerking up like her body was making the decision for her.
“Oh my god—” she whispered, fingers clutching hard.
“Yeah,” came the lazy, satisfied reply against her skin. “Just like that.”
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Holly’s skirt and slid it down, revealing the clingy pink panties underneath, already damp. Mavis paused, smirking up at her.
“So needy,” she teased. “I barely touched you.”
“You already said that,” the girl shot back, trying to sound in control but failing adorably.
Mavis laughed softly and lowered herself between her thighs, mouth landing on the wet spot through the fabric, licking and sucking just enough to make the girl’s back arch sharply off the bed.
“Holy fuck—” she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth.
Fingers caught her wrist and pinned it to the sheets.
“No hiding your sounds,” she murmured, tongue pressing harder. “I want them.”
Holly’s hips bucked uncontrollably as Mavis mouthed her through the panties, wet heat spreading, her tongue making slow circles that grew firmer and more focused with every whine that slipped out from beneath her.
Then the panties slid aside and a slow, confident lick dragged from bottom to top — broad, unapologetic, possessive. Holly’s thighs trembled around her shoulders.
“Fuck, please don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking despite her attempt to hold it together.
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it, pretty girl,” came the muffled promise before she sucked the clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue fast and deep.
Holly choked on a moan, hands flying into Mavis’s hair, pulling, holding, needing.
“Good girl,” she praised her, and the words alone almost sent her over the edge.
She sucked harder, then slid two fingers inside her without warning — deep, slow, curling upward perfectly. The girl’s entire body tightened, pleasure hitting too quickly to brace for.
“Oh—fuck—oh my god—please—” she cried, hips grinding helplessly against her mouth.
“That’s it,” she whispered, pumping her fingers faster, tongue moving in tight circles. “Come for me. Right now.”
The girl was gone — thighs shaking, back arched, mouth open on a sound she couldn’t even control as she came hard, clutching at her and riding the orgasm out in messy, trembling waves.
When it finally subsided, she pulled back slowly, lips glistening, and looked up with a grin that was all heat and wicked satisfaction.
“Since you asked nicely…” she said, brushing her thumb across the overstimulated clit just to watch her squirm again, “we’re not done.”
Thanks for reading my first post! Thought I would start with something simple for a warm up as I haven’t written in some time.
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