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Addison was peacefully dreaming when movement woke her up. Fluttering her eyes open, she was confused. It was still too dark outside, the moonlight bathed the room in silver. She could hear the faint echo of the waves crashing onto the shore, it was lulling her back to sleep. Her eyes slowly closed when…
A shuffling movement had her eyes popping back open.
They had switched positions in the middle of the night. Meredith was stuck to her like glue, not letting go. Her legs entwined around Addison, she rested on her chest with a hand resting between her breasts.
Addison tugged her even closer, she loved being the small spoon and feeling safe in Meredith’s arms. It was the first time in a relationship she was allowed to be her true self. She was safe in the knowledge that Meredith would always be her anchor point; the place she could come to and her arms would always be open to her. But the occasional times she was the big spoon and wrapping her warmth around Meredith—protecting her—were her favorites. She fit like a puzzle piece in her arms, all their edges lined together to make a beautiful picture.
Meredith sighed, and she did the movement again—it pulled Addison out of her thoughts. Meredith’s hips slid against Addison’s thigh; a little stutter at the top of the thrust. She sleepily moaned and pressed herself harder for a few more seconds. Her hips lightly grinding before she pulled back again.
Addison gasped, she knew exactly what her wife was doing.
“Mer, are you awake?” She whispered.
Nothing except a snore in her ear.
She bit her lip, holding back a chuckle.
Meredith must be dreaming about her, she only had sex dreams about Addison. And the few times she had woken the redhead up by humping her leg had been her favorite times.
Meredith would be wet and aching by the time Addison slipped a hand in her ruined panties. She was always so sensitive after grinding for a while.
Usually, Addison would wake her up with kisses on her forehead, but last night she had gotten permission. Addison loved slotting herself between her wife’s thighs and eating her out til she woke up screaming her name. She would lay there for hours if Meredith let her.
Meredith moved again, she whimpered as she grinded against her thigh. She mumbled, “Addie.”
Addison felt a gush between her own legs. Ignoring it, she knew she couldn’t push against her shoulder. Meredith would just latch on tighter—arms and legs holding Addison in place—and hump herself to an orgasm. The first time that had happened, the redhead had been in perfect misery, she could feel her wife getting wetter with each grind even through fabric, arousal pooled in her own belly.
Addison had been a wreck but she had still been too embarrassed to masturbate. By the time Meredith had woken from her slumber satisfied and wanting more, she had discovered Addison writhing on her back, desperately needing her touch.
It hadn’t taken much. One finger on her clit had sent her careening over the edge, Addison had screamed herself hoarse. She had been laying there for an hour being used like a pillow, trembling, lust in her blood. The love making that followed had been passionate. They had been pent up with lust, many toys had been used, they had called off of work and spent the day in bed.
Days later, a red-faced Addison had asked her if she could teach her how to masturbate. Meredith had been delighted, she not only taught her how to get comfortable with the act but she had edged her multiple times in a row to get her to do it. Her cries for more had been ignored for what felt like hours. Each edge pushing her inhibitions down, Meredith whispering in her ear, “My sweet girl, you can come but you have to do it.”
The eighth edge had had Addison smacking the blonde’s torturous hands away. It had been clumsy but her orgasm by her own hand had been liberating. And Meredith had been perfect, she stayed up by her head, kissing her face and whispering sweet praises in her ear.
Addison blushed and shook herself out of the memory. She was in the here and now. Slipping a hand in between their bodies, she cupped her wife.
Meredith sighed and rocked into her hand.
Quietly moaning, her wife had soaked through her panties. Even through the fabric, she could feel how swollen and open she had become.
Meredith grinded against her hand, her lids closed, Addison could tell she was dreaming with the way her eyes were moving. Her thighs loosened their hold around Addison’s leg.
She took her chance and wiggled out from her grip. She pushed Meredith onto her back, her legs naturally spread open, her hips seeking friction on Addison’s hand.
The redhead slid herself between her wife’s legs and held back a moan, mouth watering—she could smell her wife. Addison was in heaven, she could happily drown in her legs.
Addison pushed up her shirt to expose her stomach—she had gotten hot and sweaty—the two moles on her torso were her favorite. She loved circling them, Meredith would whine underneath her, she was sensitive there. She laid a finger on the one by her belly button.
Meredith quietly whined, restlessly she shuffled her legs.
Addison chuckled. She laid soft kisses along the waistband. Dropping kisses down her panty-clad mound, she wrapped her wife’s legs around her like a necklace. She nuzzled her nose against the wet spot and licked a stripe against her. She hummed at the flavor, she was salty on her tongue. Wanting a better taste, she pulled her panties aside—she smirked, her wife was all worked up for her. She parted her folds, licking her from her vagina to clit. Meredith’s hips bucked toward her face—searching for more friction.
Indulging her own hunger for her wife, Addison flicked her tongue inside, holding back a moan. Leisurely thrusting in and out, warm walls clenched around her tongue. This was exactly where she loved to be and could never get enough of.
Meredith arched her back, sleepily chanting, “Addie, Addie, Addie.” Her hips jerked, trying to get even closer, her clit bumping against Addison’s nose.
Addison cupped her hips to hold her in place. Blood rushed to her core, she could feel herself dripping into her panties. She squirmed against the mattress, it hit her clit just right. She moaned against her wife’s center, and she lazily humped the mattress—desperately wishing for something better to grind against.
But this wasn’t about her, it was about Meredith. She pulled back and kissed along her folds up to her clit. Admiring her handiwork, her wife was red and puffy—glistening with cum and saliva—her pussy rhythmically spasming. Addison smiled against her, she swirled her tongue around her clit a couple times before she settled with softly suckling the swollen bud into her mouth.
She looked up at Meredith beneath long lashes, breath heavy, her eyes fluttering behind closed lids and her moans were picking up in volume.
Meredith was getting close.
Addison sucked hard on her clit. She wanted her wife to cum against her mouth but she needed her to be awake for it. Dragging her nails against her hips, Meredith woke up with a startled yelp before it dissolved into a moan.
Meredith gathered herself and started talking. “Oh, Addie baby, what a good girl you are.” She praised, her eyes locked onto big blue eyes blown wide with lust.
Addison whimpered. Her core throbbed at the praise, her walls fluttering around nothing.
“Is my good girl going to make me cum?”
She feverishly nodded, her eyes shiny. She loved being Meredith’s good girl.
“Keep sucking my clit, baby. I’m close.” Meredith dropped a hand down to the back of Addison’s head, her fingers twining in tangled red locks.
Addison obeyed. She sucked harder, closing her eyes, and got lost in the sensations of her wife. Her wetness dripped onto her chin. Heels digging into her back. Warm thighs squeezing her head.
“Yes,” Meredith moaned, “you’re so good to me, baby.”
Addison reached up, pushing the shirt up higher, she kneaded a breast—her thumb flicking a nipple in time to each suckle against her clit.
“Good girl, you read my mind.” Meredith moaned, she arched into Addison’s touch. “Close, I’m almost there.” She babbled.
She needed her wife to cum, she needed it like she needed air in her lungs. Her tongue roughly massaged her clit with each suckle. She switched to her more sensitive nipple, rolling it between her fingers.
Meredith cried out, “Addison!” She came with a wet gush against Addison’s chin, her pussy clenching. Accidentally pulling on her hair, Addison moaned against her.
Addison didn’t pause, she continued sucking her clit. Meredith could take another orgasm. She let go of her nipple and buried two fingers inside, her walls fluttering around her fingers.
Meredith stretched deliciously around her fingers, her hips rolled with the intrusion.
Addison laid an arm against her hips in an attempt at keeping her still. She set a snappy pace; the pads of her fingers hitting that rough spot with each thrust.
She knew it wouldn’t take much for her to cum again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Meredith chanted. She arched her back, her walls squeezed around Addison. She went slack; breathing heavy. Her eyes rolled back, lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Addison pulled her fingers out. A soft whimper reached her ears, she kissed her clit in apology.
Meredith whined, pushing her head away. “Too sensitive.”
Addison nipped her inner thigh, she had one thing stuck on her mind. Curious, she couldn’t help but ask, “Were you dreaming of me, honey?”
Meredith frowned, “How’d you know?”
“You,” Addison punctuated with a kiss on her other thigh, “woke me up by grinding against me.”
“I was dreaming about how pretty you looked with my cock in you, all sweet and desperate for me. I just wished I had gotten the harness that came with it. Then it really would’ve been my cock.” Meredith murmured, dropping a hand down to play with red hair. “You were so good for me last night. I could’ve wrecked that pussy and you would’ve been begging for more.”
Her face heated up from the memory of last night. Core aching, she trembled. She licked into her entrance. She wanted to taste her orgasm and she was leaking onto the sheets. It just wouldn’t do.
“Oh,” Meredith gasped. “Is my good girl wanting to play now?”
Addison nodded, humming at the taste—salty and sweet. Just like Meredith herself.
Meredith chuckled breathlessly, “Later baby, we have the whole morning to ourselves.”
She pouted.
“Come sit on my face, I want you.”
Heart pounding, Addison threw her shirt off and kicked off her panties. She crawled up her body, and she pulled off Meredith’s shirt too. Stopping to drop kisses along the way, she paid special attention to the blooming bruises on her shoulder from last night.
Meredith sighed, arching into her.
Addison pulled away, she sat and hovered over her face, Meredith brought her hands to her hips and guided her down. Grabbing onto the headboard for balance, her sweaty thighs snuggly pressed into her temples.
“Oh, baby, you’ve gotten all worked up. Your thighs are glistening for me. Have you been wet this entire time?” Meredith asked, she kissed her thighs and waited for an answer.
Addison whined, “Yes, please Mer.” She bucked her hips, pleading with her words and body. She didn’t care how Meredith did it. Walls fluttering around nothing. Clit pulsing. She needed an orgasm before she combusted.
“Did you touch yourself?” She questioned, she blew air on her center.
“No,” her breath hitched.
Meredith arched an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”
Blushing, Addison blurted out, “I was—I was grinding against the bed.”
“My sweet girl, why didn’t you touch yourself?”
“I just wanted to taste you and needed both hands to hold you down.” Her thighs shook, “Meredith, please, I need you.”
Meredith rubbed her hipbones with her thumbs. “You want to ride—”
Impatient, Addison couldn’t take it anymore. Her questions just added fuel to the fire blazing in her veins. She brazenly reached a hand down, she dipped two fingers inside and spread her wetness up to her clit. Lustily sighing, she rubbed her swollen clit.
Meredith gasped, her pupils blown wide, enraptured by her beauty. She kissed the back of her hand. And just watched her.
Her hips rolled into it, thighs shaking, she moaned. It was like a livewire. Pleasure shot up her spine and into her teeth. Her thighs trembled in anticipation. She arched her back, eyes rolling into her head. “Please,” she whined.
Meredith glanced up, “It’s okay. You can cum, sweet girl.”
Her words sent her flying over the edge. She let out a silent cry, tears falling down her face from the utter rightness it felt. Inserting a finger, her walls clenching around her finger, she quickly added a second one. Not thrusting, just feeling full.
Meredith swatted her ass.
Addison yelped, eyes opening—she peered down and found Meredith smirking.
“That was quite naughty of you, sweet girl. Interrupting me when I was about to give you what you wanted.”
“I wanted to cum.” She said petulantly. “And you wouldn’t stop talking.”
Another swat landed on the other cheek.
Addison shuddered at the sting, wiggling for another.
Meredith chuckled at her horny wife, batting her hand away. “You are going to be begging me to stop.”
“Please, I’ve been naughty.” Addison stuck her fingers in her mouth. Their combined flavors on her tongue had her sucking harder.
“You’re not going to be able to walk without thinking about this later.” Meredith warned.
“You’re threatening me with a good time.” She said around her fingers.
And sure enough, Addison had a red bottom and her legs ached from holding herself up. But her lust had been sated…for now.