4. Third Wheels

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Rhian thought that Glaiza might look more beautiful now than she ever had before. And she always thought Glaiza looked beautiful. Her lips were pink and swollen, leaving their shape even fuller than usual and Rhian was extremely tempted to take them between her own and never relinquish them. Her straight, black hair were sprawled across Rhian's pillow and just barely touching the tops of her smooth, pale shoulders. Her eyes were quite literally glowing, with a very unique, almost Anime shape. Her aquiline nosed looked so smooth and glistened with a few beads of perspiration. Rhian felt her heart begin to quicken as she rested on top of Glaiza's heaving chest. This was growing to be a bit of a habit she was developing while around Glaiza.

"Are you okay?" Glaiza laughed lightly, a smile spreading across her semi parted lips that just barely bore her teeth. "Your heart is beating really fast," she added in a soft voice as she slid her hand up Rhian's ribcage."

"I just came all over your leg," Rhian replied. "Excuse me if my pulse isn't exactly normal right now. I wouldn't say you're doing quite so well yourself," she teased, lowering her hands to lightly squeeze Glaiza's thighs, which were still trembling in the aftershock of her 0rg.asm.

Glaiza didn't reply, she only continued to gaze up at Rhian, her look seemingly intensifying as if that were at all possible. She tilted her head a bit, running her t0ngue between her lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rhian asked, trying to hide her nervousness with a bit of fake disgust.

"I'm not looking at you like anything," Glaiza smiled. "I'm just looking."

Rhian didn't really know how to respond. She tried to shift her body away from Glaiza's so that the girl beneath her couldn't feel the way her heart was only beating faster now, but Glaiza tightened her grip on Rhian, pressing their bodies together. Her Anime eyes shifted from Rhian's and slowly moved down the bridge of her nose, eventually falling on her lips. Before Rhian could react she felt Glaiza's lips against hers.

She quickly reciprocated the kiss, both girls humming in pleasure as their sensitive flesh moved against each other's delicately. Glaiza grabbed Rhian's face, manipulating it so that soon Rhian's tan neck was at her mouth. She peppered open-mouthed kisses along the area before latching on to the spot where her throat met her protruding collarbone. Glaiza svcked on the area a bit harshly, for sure marking the skin as she grazed her teeth against it.

Rhian's body responded quickly, pressing her hips down into the girl below her as their centers were perfectly aligned. She soon began moving them slowly, creating friction between the bundles of nerves between their legs.

"Oh God Rhian," Glaiza mumbled against Rhian's neck, her body still incredibly sensitive.

"Sorry," Rhian whispered, lowering her face to meet Glaiza's eyes once again as she stilled her hips. "No don't stop," Glaiza breathed desperately, moving her hands to Rhian's hips before gripping the flesh beneath them. "Just, slow," she added, helping Rhian move once again at a slow pace.

Rhian nodded, smiling as she brought her lips back to Glaiza's, giving her a few gentle kisses before running her t0ngue across her bottom lip and slipping it into her mouth. Rhian let out a small whimper, pushing her hips into Glaiza's as the girl beneath her took her t0ngue into her mouth, svcking on it delicately. Their lips and t0ngues continued to work against each other's slowly as their hips moved in perfect unison. Rhian's head was already spinning and she knew that neither of them would last long in their current states.

Glaiza separated their mouths as her head fell back into the pillow, a m0an escaping her throat. Rhian took this opportunity to attach her lips to Glaiza's exposed neck, covering it in wet kisses. Glaiza's hands gripped Rhian's a.ss as she pulled her into her own body, grinding her hips and seemingly chasing her clim.ax. "Fvck, Glaiza," Rhian murmured, her lips still pressed to her neck.

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