that simply won't do

part fourteen

Upon entering the darkened flat, Dana instantly found the stillness odd. No movement or sound came from the kitchen or living room, where she would expect her girlfriend to be. Stella's car was parked out front, so she knew she had to be home. Hanging her coat up in the entryway closet and discarding her shoes and purse on the mud bench, the redhead sighed. Assuming she would find Stella in their bedroom, she began to climb the stairs, ignoring the throbbing in her tired feet as she ascended. A low humming sound registered in ears, though her brain was too tired to try to decipher it.

The moment she entered the doorway to the bedroom her breath hitched, getting caught in her chest. Laying prone to the mattress with her silk, blush robe fanned out around her was Stella. Her face was twisted up in pleasure, eyebrows wrinkled and lips parted slightly, soft low moans emanating from between them. As Dana's eyes raked down her girlfriend's body, she zeroed in on the magic wand that was pressed between her legs. Buzzing mingled with soft gasps filled the room, instantly making Dana weak in the knees. Stunned, she didn't make any attempt to move, her focus solely on the scene in front of her. She didn't want to risk making a sound and diverting Stella's attention, as she was enjoying the exhibition.

Dana had originally been expecting to be at work late into the night, likely not returning home until long after Stella had gone to bed, so it wasn't entirely unexpected for her to have walked in on such a thing. Stella was a sensual woman, reliant on pleasure and was never one to deny herself just that. The crease in her brow and the parting of her lips were a testament to just how badly she'd needed the release that was slowly building. Dana leaned herself against the door frame, feeling a gush of arousal dampen her panties as she watched her girlfriend. There was something incredibly sexy about the way Stella conducted herself, both on her own and when under watchful eyes. Alone, Stella was completely uninhibited, free to do and be whatever she pleased and that was the side of her Dana liked most. Every time she got the chance to witness it she found herself praying to a God she wasn't sure she even still believed in, thanking him for bringing someone so otherworldly into her life.

A small groan pulled Dana out of her thoughts, the whispered "Dana" puffing across Stella's lips enough to make her nearly fall to her knees. It took everything in her not to crack. Not to give in and make her presence known before storming into the room and finishing the older woman off. Despite being unaware just how long Stella had spent working herself up, Dana could tell she was desperate and close and she was eager to witness the inevitably illustrious downfall.

Stella could feel her climax looming just out of reach, being yanked back every time she thought she was going to fly over the edge. Not even thinking about Dana was working, which did the trick about nine times out of ten. A small ruffling suddenly caught her attention as she felt her climax dissipate once again and one of her eyes opened just a little to glance toward the noise. Standing in the doorway watching her was Dana, mouth opened in awe. Letting a louder moan fall from her lips, Stella began to grind her hips up against the toy. She stayed like that for a few moments, rocking herself against the wand, before grumbling another loud moan.

Despite not usually being all too vocal during sex, Dana had brought a more uninhibited side out of her– one she hadn't known existed. When they were in bed together, Stella let herself be vocal and loud, knowing it aided in Dana's pleasure. However, when alone she still tended to be on the quieter side, no more than light panting, whimpers, and low moans. Seeing Dana standing in the doorway instantly switched something in her brain and she couldn't help but put on a show for her. Her climax began to approach again slowly as another whimper tumbled from her throat.

"Dana," Stella whined breathlessly, louder this time to ensure her girlfriend would hear.

Dana's resolve broke at the sound of her name and she hastily made her way into the room, clearing her throat softly. Stella only smirked, her eyes trained on the redhead as she reached the edge of the bed. In one swift motion Dana yanked her own skirt and panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles before she stepped to the side. Stella couldn't help the guttural sound that came from her at the sight of her half-naked lover. Watching with wide eyes, her smirk grew as Dana climbed onto the bed and hovered over her.