Honeymoon in the Woods.
Monet certainly remembered the start of the night. She remembered her first cup of alcohol. It had been rather unpalatable. Rough and coarse and it had tasted like mango. Everything on this damned island tasted like mango. Her second cup had been more refined, elegant and smooth. And her third cup...well after that things got a little blurred. It wasn't that she was drunk. No, the great Monet St. Croix would never allow herself such weakness. But she was certainly a little tipsy. Well, more than a little tipsy. Otherwise marrying Dinah, whether legally binding or not, would not have seemed like such a great idea.
With their hands bound together and Monet a little less than steady on her feet, although she was trying very hard not to seem drunk or even tipsy, they walked and stumbled away together from the party. Pulling Dinah along towards the direction of the treehouse and bed. Monet was quickly getting bored and annoyed of the promise of a bed so far away when she wanted Dinah now. A honeymoon against a tree, how romantic. But then again, their... whatever this was had never been about that so far.
Pulling Dinah to her, Monet slipped an arm around Dinah's waist, pushing the body paint and smudging it across her own arm and across Dinah's back. Pressing her hand up Dinah's back, Monet brought her hand around to hold Dinah's head as she kissed her (almost protectively, though she would never ever admit that) before she pushed her back up against a tree. Her hand at the back of her head stopped Dinah's head from hitting the tree but that didn't stop her back from hitting it hard. Dinah would definitely be grazed, if not bruised the next day.
"I'm not waiting any longer," Monet said, simply kissing Dinah as she ran her hand down across her chest, tracing the patterns of her body-paint and smudging them into oblivion.
Dinah is drunk. There are no two ways about it and she isn't going to even pretend otherwise. After the conversation with Kon and the dancing and the wedding...well, she has absolutely no idea how much she had to drink. She isn't quite shit faced, though. She's far too much of a control freak to ever let herself get insensible. But she's definitely unsteady on her feet and more than a little horny. She's hoping like hell that Monet is on the same page because if Dinah doesn't get to tear that dress off of her soon, she's going to do something rash. Something that might even end up landing them both in the clinic and that was definitely not something she wanted to try explaining to anyone. Not that they could keep this...whatever the hell this was between them a secret anymore. Not after they'd just gotten married in front of half the island. Fuck.
She's about to say something, though she's not entirely sure what, when Monet grabs her and pushes her up against a tree hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She doesn't do anything but smile, though. Smile and kiss back with everything she's got. It's nothing but filthy tongue fucking and Dinah can't think of anything she'd rather be doing. She grabs Monet's hips and pulls her in hard, slipping her leg between M's and cupping her ass.
"Hell, yes," she says when they finally need to come up for air. "What a good little wife you are."
Monet knew that in the morning she would have to explain things. Not just to herself about what had happened but probably Karolina as well. And many, many others. She wasn't concerned about that right this moment though. She wasn't concerned with what people might say or do. The only thing she was concerned about and wanted right now was Dinah. Preferably Dinah moaning and begging for her.
Monet stiffens at Dinah's words. The idea of her being a good little anything is enough to rile her at the best of times, let alone when they're coming from Dinah's lips and she's a little bit more than tipsy. Monet's hand moved across Dinah's bikini top, squeezing and pinching hard for the phrase. If they'd been positioned differently Monet would have smacked her arse for that comment.
"If anyone is the little wife here then it's you, Dinah," Monet said pulling back from Dinah's lips and moving her across to her neck where she could nip and bite her for that little comment. Biting the supple skin of her neck, Monet cupped Dinah's breast and pinched her nipple between two fingers. "And you're my little wife."
Dinah gasps, pressing herself against Monet's hand and leaning her head back to give her better access. "Whatever you say, Monet," she whispers, her voice full of heat. "Just as long as you don't stop doing that."
She wants it hard and she wants it rough and she wants Monet to fuck her right there in the middle of the woods. And why not? Wasn't this what the party had been all about? Masks and costumes and drunken revelry...it was all a fantasy. Pushing Monet's dress up she could feel the tiny strip of fabric keeping her from her goal and it was nothing at all to tear it away. Tossing the little lacy panties into the leaves at their feet and pulling M against the hard muscle of her thigh. Dinah can feel how wet the other woman already is. How ready for her.
Moaning in pleasure, she digs her fingers into the tight flesh of M's ass. Letting the other woman ride her leg. But it's still not enough. She needs more. "Come on, M. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Right here. Want you."
She knows she'd never say these things if she wasn't drunk, but she couldn't care in the slightest. As much as they love to bitch and fight with each other, Dinah also knows there's more to it than that. And she doesn't mind letting herself be a little vulnerable. Not when she knows what Monet can do.
"And why would I stop? I'm just giving you what you deserve, what you want," Monet said, kissing Dinah's neck. Sucking on the column of flesh and nipping her skin leaving a pink mark as she moved downwards. Moving her hand up, Monet untied the knot at the back of the bikini top and brought it down with her as she pressed her hands against Dinah's bare flesh.
Cupping her breast, Monet pinched and rolled Dinah's nipple between her finger and thumb even as she kissed down and across Dinah's chest. Taking one nipple into her mouth Monet sucked and bit it hard, pulling slightly with her teeth before letting do. Monet smiled when Dinah asked, begged her to fuck her.
"So impatient, Dinah," Monet said, enjoying the way she sounded and the way she dug her fingers into her ass. Monet rocked against her leg a little before pressing it back hard with her hand. Monet had other plans for Dinah.
Monet dropped to her knees, her hands skimming the curve of Dinah's waist and down to the band of her bikini bottoms. Tugging them down, Monet pulled them all the way down Dinah's legs and pressed her lips to Dinah's knee. Running her hands back up Dinah's legs and between them, Monet pressed her lips and tongue against the inside of her thigh and higher again as she ran her hands up to hold her hips tight.
Inhaling the heady scent of Dinah, Monet could feel the warmth and heat just pooling off of her. Blowing cooler air onto Dinah's skin, Monet pushed her head between Dinah's legs and pressed her lips against her skin. Kissing her clit none too gently, Monet darted her tongue out flicking over the sensitive nub before sucking just ever so slightly. Running her tongue down, Monet thrust her tongue as as deep as she could slowly but surely fucking her with her tongue as Monet's fingers pressed hard into her hips.
Dinah's so turned on she feels light-headed. As Monet makes her way down her body all she can do is smile and close her eyes. Running her hands into Monet's hair, letting the other woman strip her naked. She's practically vibrating with need by the time Monet is on her knees and the first flick of M's tongue on her cunt makes her gasp. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. I knew that mouth of yours was good for more than just bitching," she says with a laugh. There's none of the usual venom in it, though. How could there be, when M is making her feel so good.
She spreads her legs a bit wider, giving the other woman better access and does her best to stay upright. Monet's grip on her hips helps, but with every thrust of her tongue, Dinah can feel her knees getting weaker. She's turned on enough and drunk enough that she doesn't even spare a thought for holding back. All their usual posturing and dominance games are right out the window and she's panting and shaking in no time. "God, so good. Make me feel so good."
Part of her wishes she could touch Monet, get her hands on all that taut, hot flesh, but that can wait. She'll give as good as she gets and they both know it.
Running her hand down along the outside of Dinah's thigh, Monet pushed her leg up lifting it over her shoulder as she pressed her mouth harder against her hot cunt. Rolling her tongue upwards, Monet flicked the point of her tongue over Dinah's clit enjoying the way the woman moaned and gasped. Monet turned her head and held Dinah's leg in place as she bit down on her thigh in revenge for that little comment about her mouth. Smirking, Monet pressed a softer kiss over the bitemark before returning her attention to where Dinah wants her.
Running her hand down around the soft curve of her ass, Monet squeezed tightly as she thrust her tongue into her and curled her tongue up against her. Tracing her hands down her sides, Monet pulled her head back a bit only to replace her mouth with fingers and tongue. Rubbing Dinah's clit as Monet lapped and licked she finally pulled back so she could slide one finger into Dinah hard. Pushing Dinah's leg down off her shoulder, Monet wiped her mouth and pressed two fingers into Dinah even as she got up and kissed Dinah hard on the mouth.
The bite makes her gasp and she can barely stay standing. The pleasure mixed with pain, combined with the shock of it, makes her entire body shudder. "Bitch," she hisses as she pulls at Monet's hair. But she can't stop smiling and her bare toes are curling into the dirt and leaves beneath her.
She's practically panting by the time Monet's fingers push into her and her eyes roll back as she squirms against M's hand. The taste of herself on the other woman's tongue makes her moan and she tangles her fingers into M's hair. Tilting M's head just right so she can plunder her mouth. The same edge of violence in their kisses that accompanies all of their encounters. And Dinah wouldn't want it any other way.
With her other hand she pulls at M's dress, needing to touch more of her bare skin. Wanting to press her fingers into the soft flesh of Monet's breasts. She practically growls when she can't find a way to get the costume off, ending up simply tearing at the fabric. She figures M can be pissed about it tomorrow. Pulling M's head back by the hair, she bites hard at her neck, licking her way down. Dinah wants so badly to suck those beautiful tits but the angle is all wrong. And there's no way in hell she wants M to stop fucking her. So she uses her hand instead, rolling M's nipple between her fingers and continuing her assault on the other woman's neck.
"Bitch," Monet said, eyes narrowing as she heard the fabric strain and rip beneath Dinah's fingers. Glancing down at the now gaping hole that she is practically spilling out of, Monet slammed Dinah hard into the tree and bit down on her lip. Pulling her fingers out all the way, Monet glared a little at Dinah before she pressed them back all the way in. "I liked that dress."
She gasped with a mixed feeling of pleasure and pain as Dinah tugged her hair back and bit her neck. Twisting her fingers inside of Dinah, Monet curled her fingers as she fucked her quicker and harder. Dinah is touching her now, making her growl and press into her as she licks and bites her neck.
"Fuck," Monet moaned, her fingernails biting into Dinah's hip before moving back up to pinch and twist her nipples between her fingers.
Dinah grunts at the rough treatment, wanting it so badly it's making her head spin. Hands moving back down to Monet's ass, she pushes her leg between the other woman's, giving her something to press herself against. The feel of Monet sliding along Dinah's thigh is almost too hot.
Licking her way back up M's neck, she nips at her earlobe, breath coming harsh and short. "You're so wet for me, so hot. You want me to fuck you. Say it, Monet. Tell me you want me to fuck you right here. Do to you what you're doing to me."
The feel of Monet's fingers twisting up inside her, hitting just the right spot makes her shudder and can't help digging her nails into the soft hard flesh of the other woman's ass as she helps M to ride her thigh. "You make me crazy, you bitch," she says before catching Monet's mouth for another filthy kiss.
Monet gasped at the sensation of Dinah's leg between hers. Pressing her palm roughly against Dinah as her fingers slid into her, Monet rocked her hips, grinding against Dinah's thigh for that little bit of friction that she so desperately wanted. Closing her eyes, Monet arched her body and pushed against Dinah's hand as she squeezed and dug her nails into her ass.
Monet swore in French softly as she twisted her fingers, hooking her fingers up as she found that spot that made Dinah shudder and gasp. Dinah's words are hot in her ear, the nips at her skin making her breath quicken slightly.
"Fuck- I want you to fuck me. I want you to touch me," Monet said gasping and squeezing her thighs around Dinah's legs to tease out a little more sensation. Monet moaned as Dinah scratched her and pulled her against her so she could rock more against her leg. "The feeling is so fucking mutual, bitch."
Pulling her fingers out of Dinah, Monet grabbed the hand touching her breast and brought it down between her legs. Kissing Dinah hard, Monet teased one finger back into her hot cunt and then two. Twisting her fingers in and out until she found the spot again that drove Dinah wild.
Dinah can't believe how close to the edge she is. Normally, she'd try and hold off her orgasm, wanting Monet to come first. Wanting to see the other woman come apart under her hands and mouth before she gives over. But right then she couldn't care less. Because she knows this is far from done. She'll take Monet right there, make her come with her hand, and then she'll get them back to bed and strip that dress off of her. Lick every inch of M's body, fucking her into the mattress until they're both sweaty and spent and can't move another muscle. Just thinking about it pushes her that much closer to release.
She doesn't bother teasing Monet once she's got her hand on her cunt. No tentative touches. M is so hot and wet and she's already begging for it. Besides, they both like it rough and Dinah knows she can take it. Pushing her fingers roughly inside, thumb working the other woman's clit, she bites at her neck hard enough to leave a mark. "Fuck, I'm close. So close. And you feel so good. Hot and tight around me. God, I wanna taste you. Throw you down and lick you till you scream."
Her whole body is tense, thrumming on that line as the pleasure builds. She doesn't stop fucking into Monet, doing everything she can to find the right pressure, the right rhythym to get her where Dinah is. Panting as she pulls at M's hair, tilting her head so she can plunder her mouth. Arching her back so she can suck and lick at the soft skin of her neck. "So good..."
Dinah doesn't make her wait or beg for her to touch her as soon as she moves her hand between her legs Dinah is touching her and fucking her roughly with her fingers. Rocking her hips in time with her fingers, Monet moaned as Dinah bit her neck hard and spoke closely to her ear, her breath tickling her sensitive skin. The idea of Dinah taking her there in the dirt wasn't one that she would normally consider but right now with her hands between her legs ... it was all that she could think about.
"Fuck, Dinah," Monet murmured continuing with the conversation in French as she murmured what she was going to do to her 'wife' when they returned. Rocking her hips against Dinah's hand and leg, Monet began to rub Dinah's clit as she thrust her fingers in and out of her. "When we get back to the treehouse, I'm going to push you onto my bed and turn you over. Lift your arse in the air and spread your legs and fuck you until you scream."
Monet tilted her head capturing Dinah's mouth with her own.
She would never admit how hot it is to hear Monet speak french. Not even under threat of torture. But the sound of the words is driving her crazy, even if she can't understand a single one. Knowing she's gotten M to the point where she's lost her english, combined with the tone of the words themselves, it's all too much and it only takes a moment before Dinah is coming. Going over the edge with a gasp and a cry. Her orgasm is like sparks in her vision and her eyes roll back as her muscles twitch and convulse, one hand pulling at M's hair and her fingers still buried inside her. If Monet wasn't pressed up quite so hard against her, Dinah knows she would have fallen because her knees have given out.
"God, you are so fucking hot," she says, kissing her again as the waves of her orgasm recede. But it hasn't done anything to dull her desire for Monet. She's still consumed by it, and the need to make her come is driving Dinah crazy. She speeds up her pace, adding another finger, using everything she's learned about the other woman's body to try and bring her over. Letting go of her hair, she moves her hand back down to the tear she'd made in M's dress. Squeezing her tit and rolling the rock hard nipple between her fingers.
It's still not enough, though, and as soon as Dinah feels like she can control her muscles again, she spins them so Monet's back is pressed up against the trunk of the tree. She wastes no time licking her way down to M's chest, sucking her nipple into her mouth. Worrying it with her teeth until she knows it has to be just on the egde of too much. Everything between them, always on that edge.
"That's it, Monet," she practically growls against the other woman's skin. "Come on. I want to see you come for me."
"Of course, was there any doubt of that?" Monet said half smiling as she panted and gasped as Dinah drove another finger into her. Tilting her head back, Monet moaned in delightful pleasure as Dinah squeezed her breast and started playing with her nipple again. Monet feels the pleasure building inside as Dinah fucks her harder and harder until finally she decides that she's had enough of Monet being on top, as it were, and spins them around.
Slamming her up against the tree, Monet moaned at the sharp feel of pain and roughness against her back. Arching her back against the bark as Dinah licked and kissed her way down her chest, Monet gasped and dug her fingernails into Dinah's shoulders as her mouth and teeth worked her into a state of frenzy.
Monet moaned Dinah's name, her body tensing and shuddering as she came. Muscles tightening and contracting around Dinah's fingers, Monet let out a shaky breath and leaned forward against Dinah. Pulling her in close Monet wrapped her free arm around the woman and kissed her hard, nipping and biting her lips as she did so. She might have just come but all Monet wanted to do was take Dinah back to the treehouse and lay her down on the bed and fuck her possesively.
Kissing Dinah's neck, Monet bit and sucked on the flesh leaving a mark. Wrapping a hand around Dinah's head Monet kissed her, pulling the naked woman to her. "My bed. Now," Monet said squeezing Dinah's ass as she pressed against her.