that simply won't do

part fifteen

A pleasant silence settled through the house. The wind whipping against the windows outside was the only sound that could be heard as Dana rested on top of the mattress. It had been a fairly long and lazy Sunday for both women, mostly consisting of eating and cuddling as they read or watched movies. The most productive thing they had done was clean their kitchen. It went smoothly at first, the first few projects they tackled together being finished with ease. However, Stella had begun to struggle as she tried to focus on cleaning the countertops. Dana had been on all fours, ass perched in the air as she scrubbed the kitchen floors. The sight had distracted Stella greatly from her task at hand. She didn't say anything though, simply returning to her cleaning once Dana stood up and moved on to the next project. That image stuck with Stella for the remainder of the day; through the rest of cleaning, dinner, and even her evening shower.

Dana watched from the bed as Stella floated into their bedroom, the effervescent smell of rose and mint radiating from her. A low hum sounded from her throat as her nostrils filled with her lover's distinct smell and she smiled in her direction.

"I have a little problem." Stella said quietly as she rubbed lotion into her hands.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I was watching you scrub the floors with your ass in the air earlier and I can't seem to get the image out of my head."

"Is that so?" Dana asked, lifting her arm so that it rested above her head, "So what exactly is the problem?"

With a dark smirk, Stella took a step closer to the bed. "I'm turned on."

A gentle shiver crept up Dana's spine at the admission and her eyes dropped to Stella's hands resting against the knot of her robe. She watched with wide eyes as Stella slowly began to untie it, drawing the sides of silk open to expose a sliver of her body. Sauntering closer to the bed, Stella stopped only when the front of her knees hit the mattress. Reaching down, she let her fingers dance in the wetness between her legs for a moment before slipping two inside of herself. She held back the soft moan that wanted to leave her throat, fixing her eyes on Dana as she pulsed in and out for a moment. Withdrawing them, she climbed onto the bed and held her soaked fingers in front of Dana's face with a devious smirk.

"Mmm, smell that? See what you do to me, my love?"

"Yes, Stella." Dana's voice was barely above a whisper. "I do. You smell divine. I want to taste."

As if pondering for a moment, Stella shifted in her spot, searching her lover's eyes as she settled. Holding her fingers closer to Dana's mouth she watched in awe as she drew them deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue sensually around the long digits. Dana let out a low moan at the taste of Stella's arousal on her fingers, lapping at them hungirly. Shifting beneath her, Dana let her leggings brush up against Stella's exposed center, delighting in the gasp it drew from her. Stella gently ground herself down against Dana's thigh, fucking her fingers into her mouth for a few pulses.

Moments later, Stella pulled out from between her lips with a pop, shimmying her robe off her shoulders. Wrapping red strands around her hand, she gently tugged on Dana's hair to expose the milky expanse of her neck. Instantly, her mouth met her flesh, licking and sucking at the thrumming vein in her throat. The continued sensation of Dana's clothed thigh rubbing against her dripping sex was starting to make Stella dizzy, pulling her focus away from what she was trying to do.

Her original intent had been to fuck Dana senseless, but now she felt her need overwhelming every other thought. After allowing herself a few more strokes against Dana's thigh, Stella pulled back, straddling the redhead's waist.

"Give me your fingers." She instructed.

Without hesitation, Dana held up her left hand, her breath catching in her throat as Stella's hand wrapped around her wrist. Drawing her fingers to her lips, Stella sucked two into her mouth, wetting them with her tongue as the saltiness of Dana's sweaty skin overwhelmed her taste buds. Pulling Dana's hand from her mouth, she positioned it against Dana's stomach before looking into her eyes.