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“Fran baby, are you ready?” Michaela called from their shared bathroom.
She did a once over of herself in the mirror. A bright orange sundress framed her figure beautifully with cutouts on each side beneath her chest. Her two strand twist had come out perfectly, thank goodness. Her hair seemed to fall in all the right places, curls framing her face cutely. The only thing missing was her jewelry and perfume.
The perfume was Francesca’s favorite, an orchid floral top note with rich vanilla and amber base notes. She had just begun to put in her gold hoop earrings when she heard Francesca walk through the door.
”I’ve been waiting on y-“ Francesca’s sentence had been cut short by a sharp suction of breath. Her eyes had gone wide as she took in all of Michaela, starting from the top of her head and slowly making their way down to her ass where they lingered.
”Michaela-“
”No,” Michaela huffed, already knowing where this conversation was headed. She’d hoped that Francesca would be able to keep it in her pants until the end of the night, but she should have known this new dress would rile her up. God forbid she wanted to look nice for an event. “Put it away or we’ll be late for Benedict’s gallery showing.”
Francesca moved smoothly, making her way behind Michaela and grabbing hold of her right where the dress exposed skin. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”
She leaned forward, her front pressing intently on Michaella’s back as she littered kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, then finally making way to her neck. Michaela sighed and leaned into each kiss. This wasn’t Francesca’s usual affection, it felt too heady and too needy and Michaela could hardly ever resist her on a regular day.
Michaela reached one hand up to pull Francesca’s head forward into a soft kiss, careful not to ruin her lip gloss. “Be quick,” she said firmly. She had hardly gotten the words out before Francesca was nodding and frantically pulling up the fabric of her dress, bunching it up at her hips to expose the pink lace panties she had underneath. Michaela would have been embarrassed to say that they had already been dampened if it didn’t make Francesca groan with pleasure.
”You make it easy for me,” Francesca hummed happily. She reached a hand down to cup Michaela between her legs over the thin fabric. “I bet I could just slide right in.”
”Hurry,” Michaela hissed, eyes rolling. She reached forward to keep herself steady on the cool, marble bathroom counter. “You promised you’d be quick and now you’re teasing me.”
Francesca laughed, soft but grating enough that it made Michaela reach back to smack her on the leg.
“I’m sorry,” Francesca said, unbuckling her belt and sliding her beige slacks and underwear down just enough for her cock to breathe. “It’s just... You were so intent on leaving now, but a few kisses and my cock on your ass has you bent over and soaked through.”
Michaela whimpered at her words. Winced as her pussy was exposed to the open, cool air of the bathroom with Francesca’s fingers grazing her folds lightly.
“You know what I think?” Francesca asked as she lined herself up to Michaela’s entrance, rubbing the tip to collect the slick that had built up there. ”I think you wanted me to take you just as much as I did.”
Michaela groaned as Francesca pushed past her opening, her walls clinging and squeezing each centimeter that made it’s way into her.
”Did you, Micki?” Francesca asked. She gripped Michaela’s exposed skin and pulled her back the rest of the way until her ass was fully flush against Francesca’s hips and abs. With no warmup, the stretch bordered on painful and it was all Michaela could do but to take deep breaths while her body adjusted to the length and heaviness forcing it’s way inside of her. “Did you wear this dress, and this hair, and this scent…,” to make her point, Francesca bent her torso, pressing against Michaela’s back and digging her nose into Michaela’s pulse point where she had applied the perfume just minutes before. “Did you do all this and call me in here so I could fuck you in this bathroom?”
Francesca didn’t move, her weight pressed the front of Michaela’s body into the counter, which made Michaela groan. There was no escaping, no relief. This wasn’t just dirty talk, Francesca wanted an actual answer this time.
”N-no,” Michaela huffed in her last stance of defiance. She turned her head and neck away from Francesca’s lips in rebellion.
Her fit lasted mere seconds before she felt Francesca’s deft fingers wrap around her throat just beneath her chin. Francesca gripped and pulled just enough to force Michaela to look up in the bathroom mirror. Their reflections displayed themselves in front of her: Francesca, undeterred, and herself, a shuddering, lip-quivering mess.
“Did you, Michaela?” Francesca asked again, staring into her eyes through the mirror.
Francesca was filling Michaela inside and surrounding her outside. Every breath she took was air the Francesca gave to her. She couldn’t lie, not when every cell in her body was attuned to Francesca.
”I-I had hoped…,” Michaela stammered. She shifted her hips a bit, determined to remind Francesca that she wanted this just as badly as Michaela did, if not more. “Please, Fran. Francesca. Baby. We don’t have time-”
Her pleas were cut short by Francesca pulling back just enough, the heavy drag reverberating through Michaela’s body, before pushing back in. They both moaned, listening to the sound echo in the confines of the flat bathroom.
One of Francesca’s hands reached down underneath the bunched up fabric of Michaeala’s sundress, meeting the soft, wet patch of curls that covered the bundle of nerves at the top. She rubbed tight circles there as she repeated her shallow thrusts.
”Cum then,” Francesca grunted. “Because we’re stopping when I’m done.”
Michaela hissed at the directions and began pushing her hips back to meet Francesca’s hips. The combined force of the both of them trying to reach their climax was almost too much against her cervix. Try as she might, Michaela couldn’t help but scream out and pray the neighbors couldn’t hear her or were out for the afternoon.
Fortunately, Francesca was generous with her fingers against her clit, rubbing it exactly the way she knew Michaela liked it. She was clearly trying to get Michaela to come first. Michaela’s heart fluttered at the realization and the space between her legs followed suit, her core gripping and tugging at Francesca until the woman on top of her cursed into the crevice of her neck.
Francesca burrowed in to the hilt as she came. Thick, white ropes coating Michaela’s walls as they both moaned in relief together. Michaela shivered as she felt every pulse of Franncesca’s dick inside of her. Fran rarely ever came inside of her like this, and if she did it was while wearing protection, but Michaela had to admit to herself that she liked it more this way. She felt so close to Francesca, knowing that a part of her would remain inside all day if Michaela allowed it.
And she would. At least for today.
The both of them stayed connected as they caught their breath. Michaela reached over the counter to pick up her phone and check the time.
“Fran-“
”I know, I know,” Francesca sighed. She stood up before slowly pulling out. Michaela watched her stare and winced as her dick slowly made it’s way out of Michaela’s warmth. She heard Francesca suck her teeth in annoyance as they finally disconnected. Michaela slumped forward onto the bathroom counter, tilting her hips up and breathing slowly. She didn’t want any leaks and wanted Francesca to know that as well.
”Good girl,” Francesca mumbled as she pulled Michaela’s panties back over to cover her cunt and draped the end of her dress over to cover her legs. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”
She turned Michaela around, lifting her up to kiss her on the mouth, thoroughly ruining her lip combo and smearing lip gloss onto their faces.
Francesca wore minimal makeup, so all she had to do was wipe around her mouth before leaving the flat, jingling the keys as she left.
Michaela, however, had to redo her whole lip routine, and the setting spray had not yet held her face together before they fucked.
”Great,” she huffed, reaching for her makeup bag and rubbing her thighs together as she felt the warm drip of Francesca’s cum slipping out of her.