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Mavis liked the view from above.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not just the control of it, though she would never pretend that isn\u2019t delicious, but the simple fact that it let her watch Holly fall apart in real time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019d 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\u2019t flirting until one of them finally stopped pretending. Surprisingly, this time around it was Holly who\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holly blinked up, red lipstick a little smudged, breathing already shallow.

\u201cYou good down there?\u201d Mavis asked, voice low and amused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d came the whispered answer, small and breathy in a way that betrayed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mavis\u2019s blackened lips curling slow, knowing, wicked. Her hand drifted down to Holly\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGod, you\u2019re sensitive,\u201d Mavis murmured, nails just grazing skin. \u201cI barely touched you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe you just\u2026 touch well,\u201d Holly gasped, then immediately turned her flushed face away, embarrassed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A soft laugh came from Mavis before she held Holly\u2019s chin and turned her head to face her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare hide from me,\u201d she said, leaning down until their noses almost brushed. \u201cI want to see you. All of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn\u2019t kiss her yet, teasing Holly was just too satisfying. Instead she pressed her thigh down between Holly\u2019s 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\u2019t dying for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere we go,\u201d whispered Mavis, lips brushing her cheek. \u201cThat\u2019s the part of you I wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re so needy,\u201d Mavis mused, hands resting on Holly\u2019s hips. \u201cI like it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen do something,\u201d came the breathless plea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBeg for it\u201d came the command<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holly\u2019s 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\u2019s thighs and– <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWait!\u201d Holly sputtered out, desperate. \u201cI\u2026 please touch me. Please make me feel good. Please make me yours. Please–\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mavis leaned down at last and this time, she did kiss her.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Just hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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 \u2014 shy until desperate enough to do and say anything to be touched in the right place, all instinct and need.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy pretty girl,\u201d Mavis murmured against her lips. \u201cKeep reacting like that, and I\u2019m not stopping until your bedsheets are ruined.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Usually Holly would go on and on about preserving her sheets because it wasn\u2019t close enough to laundry day. But now, all she could manage was to swallow hard, eyes wide, pupils blown and wanting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d Holly whispered. \u201cI want you to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her mouth moved down from the kiss, slow and claiming, tasting along the jaw, the throat, the collarbone \u2014 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh my god\u2014\u201d she whispered, fingers clutching hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d came the lazy, satisfied reply against her skin. \u201cJust like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Holly\u2019s skirt and slid it down, revealing the clingy pink panties underneath, already damp. Mavis paused, smirking up at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo needy,\u201d she teased. \u201cI barely touched you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou already said that,\u201d the girl shot back, trying to sound in control but failing adorably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019s back arch sharply off the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoly fuck\u2014\u201d she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fingers caught her wrist and pinned it to the sheets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo hiding your sounds,\u201d she murmured, tongue pressing harder. \u201cI want them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holly\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the panties slid aside and a slow, confident lick dragged from bottom to top \u2014 broad, unapologetic, possessive. Holly\u2019s thighs trembled around her shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck, please don\u2019t stop,\u201d she begged, voice cracking despite her attempt to hold it together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh I wouldn\u2019t dream of it, pretty girl,\u201d came the muffled promise before she sucked the clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue fast and deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holly choked on a moan, hands flying into Mavis\u2019s hair, pulling, holding, needing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood girl,\u201d she praised her, and the words alone almost sent her over the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sucked harder, then slid two fingers inside her without warning \u2014 deep, slow, curling upward perfectly. The girl\u2019s entire body tightened, pleasure hitting too quickly to brace for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh\u2014fuck\u2014oh my god\u2014please\u2014\u201d she cried, hips grinding helplessly against her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it,\u201d she whispered, pumping her fingers faster, tongue moving in tight circles. \u201cCome for me. Right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl was gone \u2014 thighs shaking, back arched, mouth open on a sound she couldn\u2019t even control as she came hard, clutching at her and riding the orgasm out in messy, trembling waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When it finally subsided, she pulled back slowly, lips glistening, and looked up with a grin that was all heat and wicked satisfaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSince you asked nicely\u2026\u201d she said, brushing her thumb across the overstimulated clit just to watch her squirm again, \u201cwe\u2019re not done.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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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.

Let me know what you wan to happen next!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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