23 - Oh what a beautiful morning!
*23 - A fluffy/smutty update to MSC
Waking up the next morning, Callie felt she really should release Erica from the death hold she had on her, but only a little. She kept her arm where it was around the blonde’s waist, but did relinquish the grip her hand had on her hip, instead tracing small circles with her fingers on the impossibly soft skin there. Tilting her head up, she wanted to take in the sight of her Erica’s sleeping face. Looking up, she smiled. Erica wasn’t sleeping. Brown eyes met the sleep filled gaze of Erica’s baby blues. “Morning,” Callie smiled, wondering how long Erica had been awake.
“Morning,” Erica smiled back, her voice still thick with sleep.
There were no more words then, as they simply lay there, happy to simply be with each other. It was new for them both to wake up to the warmth of skin on skin, and reveled in the simple pleasure of it. Callie still couldn’t believe how smooth and soft Erica’s skin felt against her own. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to feel like this. To feel so at home, so relaxed. She didn’t feel the need to get up and make some excuse to get dressed, or to leave. No, in fact, she would be happy for them both not to wear clothes again for quite some time. She smiled to herself at the thought, trailing her fingers along Erica’s arm, which lay on top of the sheets.
Erica didn’t say anything, but was happy to watch Callie, and her expressions as she dealt with whatever inner monologue was going on in her head. When Callie was like this, she rarely spoke, and when she finally did, it was never the start of a conversation, but at whatever particular point she was at in her head. She loved the small smile which graced her face as she continued to trail her fingers up and down her arm before examining her fingers much as she had the night before in the cab. Erica wondered what Callie thought as she looked at those fingers now they had been inside someone.
As if in answer, Callie shifted her position so as she could start a trail of kisses, starting with the spot just below Erica’s cheek which she knew always made the blonde smile. As she continued her attentions, she was surprised at how the nerves she had been expecting just didn’t come. No, instead, she felt strangely confident. Reaching the point where the sheets hid the rest of Erica’s gorgeous skin from her, Callie glanced up at blue eyes darkened with lust and gently teased the sheet lower. Still smiling, she wriggled lower, her fingers skimming over milky white breasts as her lips and tongue quickly followed. Above her, she could hear Erica’s breath quicken, and small sounds of pleasure fall from her lips. Hearing this, she was further emboldened, thinking that maybe she didn’t have to know exactly what she was doing to please Erica.
As Callie continued to explore Erica’s body with her fingers and lips, the blonde tried her best to remain relatively still, not wanting to startle her. As confident as the younger woman seemed now, Erica knew it didn’t take much to make her nervous, and at the moment, that was the last thing she wanted. Her body reacted more quickly to Callie attentions that it would have to being burnt. Head swimming with pleasure, Erica gently reached down to touch Callie, sliding her hands into dark curls and making sure to keep them out of the latina’s face so she could judge how she was feeling. She didn’t want Callie to feel obliged to do anything just because she had the night before. The smile that Callie turned on her, however, gave her all the assurance she needed. Her eyes had darkened, and were flecked with gold at the lust she felt building within herself, and as she lowered a hand to skim Erica’s now soaked panties, that was also clearly building in Erica. She gently tugged at the panties, urging Erica to take them off.
Raising her hips to allow Callie to remove her panties, Erica bit her lower lip in anticipation. As Callie crawled back up her body, Erica found it impossible to keep her eyes centered on Callie’s, instead finding her gaze wandering over her perfect caramel skin. It wasn’t until she had Callie hovering over her, her hair falling in a curtain around Erica’s face that their eyes met, and they held each other’s gaze, breathing heavily, before the younger woman leant down and kissed her deeply, drawing a moan from somewhere deep within her as a toned leg settled between her own.
Callie felt Erica’s hips grind down against her leg, and felt her moan against her lips. Lowering one hand, Callie moved her leg, smiling at the small whimper that fell from Erica’s lips at the loss of contact. She loved the deep moan which followed, however, as she her fingers teasingly trailed across Erica’s wetness. Letting herself be guided by Erica’s moans and whimpers, Callie quickly found a rhythm, and was pleased when Erica moved her hips in sync.
As much as she would have liked to lean down and kiss Erica deeply, Callie found that she simply couldn’t look away from the beauty in front of her. Erica’s head was thrown back in the pillow, her hair fanned out around her, no longer in the neat curls of the night before, but now billowing out in golden waves. Her skin was slightly flushed pink, and her lips were parted as gasps and moans fell from her lips, followed by breathy renditions of Callie’s name, said as if it could somehow save her from the torture that was the rise before the blissful fall. Her noises of pleasure fascinated Callie somewhat, the way Erica’s voice could deepen, and rise in pure pleasure. When Erica’s climax finally hit her, her back arched sharply and she automatically reached for Callie, her hands grasping strong shoulders.
Callie lay next to Erica as the blonde came back down from her high, whispering Callie’s name. A grin spread across Callie’s features as she laid her head on Erica’s chest, looking up at her. “I don’t know why I waited so long for this,” she breathed. “I wanted you, but I was so nervous. I didn’t know what it was meant to be like, or if it would feel right, but it does. It feels amazing, beyond amazing.” She gazed deeply into Erica’s eyes, still slightly glazed. “And you really are stunning.”
A blush crept across Erica’s still flushed cheeks, darkening them to a deep red and she tried to discreetly tug up the sheet to cover herself. Callie stopped her with a gentle hand on her stomach, before leaning up to kiss her. “I mean it.” She paused for a few moments, biting her bottom lip as she cast her gaze over all of Erica before looking back up to meet her eyes, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Can we just not get up today?”
Erica laughed, her tension dissipating. “Fine by me.”
*
By that evening, the pair had learnt a new lesson. That not getting up, did not mean not getting off. Hours had been spent in a slow exploration of each other’s bodies, and discovering how intensely pleasurable and even slightly overwhelming it could be to maintain eye contact with your lover as their tongue took you over the edge.
Erica laid her head on Callie’s still heaving chest, chuckling to herself. She seemed to be quickly improving her still limited skills, if Callie practically screaming as her orgasm hit was anything to go by.
“You are amazing,” panted Callie, her hand threading into Erica’s hair and tugging her up so that she could kiss her. “I think your tongue has become my favourite thing in the world,” she grinned, pulling her in for another deep kiss.
“So you just want me for my body?” smirked Erica, falling back to lie beside her as she pulled back from the kiss.
Callie nudged her shoulder playfully. “You know that’s not true. Although, I do have to admit, I am really rather fond of it,” laughed Callie, turning to press kisses down Erica’s neck and chest before snuggling in beside her.
Waking up the next morning, Callie felt she really should release Erica from the death hold she had on her, but only a little. She kept her arm where it was around the blonde’s waist, but did relinquish the grip her hand had on her hip, instead tracing small circles with her fingers on the impossibly soft skin there. Tilting her head up, she wanted to take in the sight of her Erica’s sleeping face. Looking up, she smiled. Erica wasn’t sleeping. Brown eyes met the sleep filled gaze of Erica’s baby blues. “Morning,” Callie smiled, wondering how long Erica had been awake.
“Morning,” Erica smiled back, her voice still thick with sleep.
There were no more words then, as they simply lay there, happy to simply be with each other. It was new for them both to wake up to the warmth of skin on skin, and reveled in the simple pleasure of it. Callie still couldn’t believe how smooth and soft Erica’s skin felt against her own. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to feel like this. To feel so at home, so relaxed. She didn’t feel the need to get up and make some excuse to get dressed, or to leave. No, in fact, she would be happy for them both not to wear clothes again for quite some time. She smiled to herself at the thought, trailing her fingers along Erica’s arm, which lay on top of the sheets.
Erica didn’t say anything, but was happy to watch Callie, and her expressions as she dealt with whatever inner monologue was going on in her head. When Callie was like this, she rarely spoke, and when she finally did, it was never the start of a conversation, but at whatever particular point she was at in her head. She loved the small smile which graced her face as she continued to trail her fingers up and down her arm before examining her fingers much as she had the night before in the cab. Erica wondered what Callie thought as she looked at those fingers now they had been inside someone.
As if in answer, Callie shifted her position so as she could start a trail of kisses, starting with the spot just below Erica’s cheek which she knew always made the blonde smile. As she continued her attentions, she was surprised at how the nerves she had been expecting just didn’t come. No, instead, she felt strangely confident. Reaching the point where the sheets hid the rest of Erica’s gorgeous skin from her, Callie glanced up at blue eyes darkened with lust and gently teased the sheet lower. Still smiling, she wriggled lower, her fingers skimming over milky white breasts as her lips and tongue quickly followed. Above her, she could hear Erica’s breath quicken, and small sounds of pleasure fall from her lips. Hearing this, she was further emboldened, thinking that maybe she didn’t have to know exactly what she was doing to please Erica.
As Callie continued to explore Erica’s body with her fingers and lips, the blonde tried her best to remain relatively still, not wanting to startle her. As confident as the younger woman seemed now, Erica knew it didn’t take much to make her nervous, and at the moment, that was the last thing she wanted. Her body reacted more quickly to Callie attentions that it would have to being burnt. Head swimming with pleasure, Erica gently reached down to touch Callie, sliding her hands into dark curls and making sure to keep them out of the latina’s face so she could judge how she was feeling. She didn’t want Callie to feel obliged to do anything just because she had the night before. The smile that Callie turned on her, however, gave her all the assurance she needed. Her eyes had darkened, and were flecked with gold at the lust she felt building within herself, and as she lowered a hand to skim Erica’s now soaked panties, that was also clearly building in Erica. She gently tugged at the panties, urging Erica to take them off.
Raising her hips to allow Callie to remove her panties, Erica bit her lower lip in anticipation. As Callie crawled back up her body, Erica found it impossible to keep her eyes centered on Callie’s, instead finding her gaze wandering over her perfect caramel skin. It wasn’t until she had Callie hovering over her, her hair falling in a curtain around Erica’s face that their eyes met, and they held each other’s gaze, breathing heavily, before the younger woman leant down and kissed her deeply, drawing a moan from somewhere deep within her as a toned leg settled between her own.
Callie felt Erica’s hips grind down against her leg, and felt her moan against her lips. Lowering one hand, Callie moved her leg, smiling at the small whimper that fell from Erica’s lips at the loss of contact. She loved the deep moan which followed, however, as she her fingers teasingly trailed across Erica’s wetness. Letting herself be guided by Erica’s moans and whimpers, Callie quickly found a rhythm, and was pleased when Erica moved her hips in sync.
As much as she would have liked to lean down and kiss Erica deeply, Callie found that she simply couldn’t look away from the beauty in front of her. Erica’s head was thrown back in the pillow, her hair fanned out around her, no longer in the neat curls of the night before, but now billowing out in golden waves. Her skin was slightly flushed pink, and her lips were parted as gasps and moans fell from her lips, followed by breathy renditions of Callie’s name, said as if it could somehow save her from the torture that was the rise before the blissful fall. Her noises of pleasure fascinated Callie somewhat, the way Erica’s voice could deepen, and rise in pure pleasure. When Erica’s climax finally hit her, her back arched sharply and she automatically reached for Callie, her hands grasping strong shoulders.
Callie lay next to Erica as the blonde came back down from her high, whispering Callie’s name. A grin spread across Callie’s features as she laid her head on Erica’s chest, looking up at her. “I don’t know why I waited so long for this,” she breathed. “I wanted you, but I was so nervous. I didn’t know what it was meant to be like, or if it would feel right, but it does. It feels amazing, beyond amazing.” She gazed deeply into Erica’s eyes, still slightly glazed. “And you really are stunning.”
A blush crept across Erica’s still flushed cheeks, darkening them to a deep red and she tried to discreetly tug up the sheet to cover herself. Callie stopped her with a gentle hand on her stomach, before leaning up to kiss her. “I mean it.” She paused for a few moments, biting her bottom lip as she cast her gaze over all of Erica before looking back up to meet her eyes, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Can we just not get up today?”
Erica laughed, her tension dissipating. “Fine by me.”
*
By that evening, the pair had learnt a new lesson. That not getting up, did not mean not getting off. Hours had been spent in a slow exploration of each other’s bodies, and discovering how intensely pleasurable and even slightly overwhelming it could be to maintain eye contact with your lover as their tongue took you over the edge.
Erica laid her head on Callie’s still heaving chest, chuckling to herself. She seemed to be quickly improving her still limited skills, if Callie practically screaming as her orgasm hit was anything to go by.
“You are amazing,” panted Callie, her hand threading into Erica’s hair and tugging her up so that she could kiss her. “I think your tongue has become my favourite thing in the world,” she grinned, pulling her in for another deep kiss.
“So you just want me for my body?” smirked Erica, falling back to lie beside her as she pulled back from the kiss.
Callie nudged her shoulder playfully. “You know that’s not true. Although, I do have to admit, I am really rather fond of it,” laughed Callie, turning to press kisses down Erica’s neck and chest before snuggling in beside her.