Dancing after Dark
The sun’s duty had again been carried out, rising with passion in the morning and burning its way through the sky. Many hours it had blazed with such energy, embracing the beautiful world below in its warmth and love. Yet, despite how much it wanted to remain, nature demanded that the day had to end. And so, beyond the heavy curtain to the outside world, the weary sun had set, eagerly awaiting the hour to rise again.
Steam billowed out of the bathroom as the door was casually shoved open, a giggling, towel-wrapped Wallflower supporting the similarly clothed—similarly nude?—and exhausted mass of boneless fire that she called her girlfriend, her lover, and her love. Skin flushed with a combination of steam, heat and heat, the pair staggered and stumbled their way over discarded clothes towards the living-room couch.
With gentle care, Wallflower eased Sunset onto the couch’s cushions. And, of course, the first thing that Sunset did was lay down in such a way that she might as well have not worn a towel at all. Such a sight didn’t do much to for Wallflower’s shaky calm.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
She took an appraising glance at the stairs leading up to Sunset’s bed.
“...I’m guessing we’re not sleeping on the bed tonight.”
“We can if you carry me like a princess.”
Wallflower raised an incredulous brow at Sunset’s content grin. “Up a flight of stairs? I had a hard-enough time getting you to your living room.”
“The struggle makes it romantic!”
“I think it’d be pretty romantic if you struggled your way up the steps to meet me.”
“Well...” Funny, Sunset almost looked like she was considering it. “On second thought, the couch is fine, too. And comfy.”
“Uh-huh...” Wallflower shook her head at Sunset’s antics as she began to climb the steps. “I’m going to get us a blanket.” It wasn’t a difficult task—Sunset kept her spare sheets and blankets in generally the same area. It didn’t even take more than a minute to retrieve the cloth and make her way back downstairs.
In that span of time, Sunset had managed to launch her towel towards the bathroom, slip into a half-conscious daze, and spread her body to occupy as much as the couch as possible. Wallflower took in the sight of Sunset, her girlfriend, in her own natural beauty. The shape of her figure. The curve of her breasts. Her still-erect nipples. The still-flushed skin of her soft...
Wallflower blinked and swallowed. Those thoughts could wait.
“Sunset?” No response. Wallflower poked Sunset’s cheek. “Hey, Sunset.”
“Hmm?” Sunset’s eyes opened just enough the blearily gaze at Wallflower.
Wallflower was filled with satisfaction, knowing that she was the one who tired Sunset out so thoroughly.
“You’re hogging up the space.”
“...Oh, sorry.” Sunset wiggled and squirmed until her back was pressed against the couch’s back cushions. With a lazy smile, Sunset patted the open couch-space before her in invitation.
“Wh—,” Wallflower swallowed as her eyes wandered. “I mean, you don’t want any clothes, or...?”
Sunset’s smirk grew lewd. “Do you want me in any clothes?”
“W-well...” Wallflower chewed her lip. Sunset knew that she was teasing her, the bully.
“I agree, this is much more comfortable. Now c’mon!” she laughed, “get those lights and hop in—it’s getting kind of chilly.”
“But our towels...”
“In the morning, Wallflower. Right now is just for you and me, the couch, and some peace and quiet.”
The promise of warmth. Sunset’s inviting body, inviting eyes, inviting smile.
Wallflower removed her own towel, baring herself to her lover as she tossed it aside with some small amount of rebellious glee. No more time was wasted as the lights went out and Wallflower slipped in with a quick, lingering, unexpectedly wet and drawn it kiss.
It was a simple task to spread the blanket and pull it over their nude forms. Careful to pull her hair away so that it didn’t annoy Sunset overnight, Wallflower curled her naked back against Sunset’s naked front. They were naked, completely naked. They’ve been functionally naked for practically all day.
Both girls sighed in bliss.
“G’night, Wallflower.”
“Goodnight, Sunset.”
And then, besides the gentle ticks of the clock and the lovers’ steady breathing, it was quiet.
Truly, it was a good night.
Wallflower couldn’t help but imagine the scene that they made. With the blinds closed and the lights out. with Wallflower’s nude girlfriend—her girlfriend, Sunset was her girlfriend!—pressed against her back.
Wallflower sighed softly. She was still so turned on. She couldn’t wait to see what Sunset did about that in the morning.
“Wallflower…” Wallflower both felt and heard the whisper against her neck. “…you awake?”
“Mhm.” Wallflower resisted the urge to nod, not wanting to discomfort her lover. “What’s up, Sunset?”
“Well, I just remembered something important.”
Wallflower was ready to ask what that was but stopped herself as she felt Sunset shift behind her. Oh, Wallflower was all too aware of the soft mounds pressed against her back, the scent of vanilla, and Sunset’s warm breath against her ear.
“Wallflower...” Sunset’s sultry whisper sent a hot pulse of adrenaline through her body. “…You need to have a turn, too.”
Wallflower’s core throbbed.
“W-what?” Sunset was ready again? So soon? She seemed so ready to just pass out a moment ago! “Sunset, what—?”
Wet, warm lips pressed against the curve of her neck, sending shivers through her body. Even after all that, Sunset was still going?
Wallflower felt her neglected arousal begin to cry out for her attention. She did her best to ignore it, but its hot demands couldn’t be silenced. Her wanting desire heard and felt every kiss on her neck. It made her breath shake with every lazy stroke of barest fingertips tracing her collar, the small valley between her breasts, the space below her navel.
“S-Sunset, you—.” Wallflower quietly gasped as Sunset pulled Wallflower’s body tight against her every curve. “…I thought you… Sunset aren’t you tired?”
That whisper was in her ear again. “Oh yeah. You wore me out, today. I’m so tired that I feel like this is all I can do. Gosh, you were so good...”
“Wh-but why?” Was Sunset teasing her again? Was she still miffed about the shower?
Oh, what did she have planned? Wallflower felt her pulse from her chest to her ears to her sex in anticipation.
“Sunset…” Wallflower swallowed. She knew that Sunset could feel every twitch she made in this position. “Sunset, what are you going to do?”
“Oh, I’m not doing anything,” Sunset cooed as she found and took Wallflower’s hand into her own.
Sunset took that hand and gently pressed it to Wallflower’s abdomen, then slowly lower.
Wallflower could hear the smirk on Sunset’s lips. “Your hands already know what to do.”
“I, but that’s…!” Sunset wanted her to, to—?
But Sunset was right there! She’d hear and see and feel everything! What if the way she… did that was weird?
Sunset’s fingertips pressed down on her own as they rubbed the barest edge of the crest of that eager space between her legs. Sunset pulled their hands back ever so slightly and rubbed a couple of teasing circles before stroking back down to her crotch, stopping just shy of Wallflower’s most sensitive place.
“S-Sunset.”
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Wallflower wanted to. She wanted to just reach a little bit lower so bad. She’d been denying herself for too long now. She had almost forgotten about it, but now Sunset woke it back up and she had to rub it she had to.
Oh gosh, Sunset’s hand on her own was so gentle. Wallflower could move her hand any way she wanted to; she knew Sunset wouldn’t stop her.
“Go on, Wallflower,” Sunset purred, “let yourself feel good. I know you want to. You’ve wanted this since our shower. No, you’ve wanted this since before then.” Wallflower’s thighs clenched as Sunset leaned over to place a loving kiss on her cheek. “You’ve been so patient. It’s your turn now.
“Go on, Wallflower. Show me how you feel good.”
Sunset’s hand on her own was so warm.
Wallflower sunk her hand between her legs.
As Wallflower’s fingers almost-hesitantly began to rub their way between her heated lips, she couldn’t help but be acutely aware of Sunset’s fingers between her legs, dancing high on her inner thigh. Wallflower reached and rubbed and awkwardly stroked her fingers from her damp opening to barely rest on her engorged glans, then down and up again, heart pounding and face burning and breath shaking in the realization that she was really doing it.
She was… In front of Sunset—pressed against Sunset—she was…!
Wallflower couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips as she began to rub small circles above her sensitive nub. Sunset’s soft chuckle rumbled against Wallflower’s back; pelvis pressed against her bottom. Wallflower tried to reign in the twitches and jolts her body would make as shocks of pleasure ran through her, knowing that Sunset could feel every single one. Sunset even pressed her fingers against Wallflower’s wrist. Wallflower knew that Sunset could feel every single time that she circled it, stroked it, brushed it between her fingers as she rubbed each side of it.
Sunset could feel every little motion and hear every sound that Wallflower wanted to hide but then she would have to stop.
Wallflower couldn’t stop. She needed this now.
Ohh, Sunset was such a jerk.
“So…” Sunset lazily ghosted her fingertips around Wallflower’s navel. “…What’re you doing?”
“S-Sunset…” Wallflower gasped as she felt the lips touch just beneath her ear. “I… this is so…”
“Shh, don’t be embarrassed. You sound like you’re having fun.” Oh gosh, was this fun? It was so embarrassing. She was naked and anxious like the first time all over again. Could Sunset tell?
“It’s okay, Wallflower,” she whispered. “I want to know.”
“Y-you already know…” Wallflower gasped as Sunset took her breast in her hand and oh gosh, Wallflower didn’t mean to rub her, her that that strongly. “You know what I’m…” Wallflower bit her lip. “You can feel me…”
“Wallflower…” Ohh, she was going to make a mess if Sunset kept saying her name like that. “…Please, I want you to tell me. What are you doing right now?”
“I…”
She was…
With Sunset, she was…
“…I-I’m… m-mm—t-touching myself…”
Wallflower was touching herself.
She was touching herself with Sunset.
The apartment was so quiet. The only things Wallflower could hear were the ticking of the clock, her own shuddering breaths, and Sunset’s lewd hum in her ear.
“Ooh, that sounds nice. I like that.” Wallflower held in her gasp with her free hand as her nipple was gently pinched and rolled between those horribly, fantastically curious fingers.
‘Does Sunset also touch herself?’ Wallflower found herself wondering in her flustered haze. Of course, she did; she had to, the perv.
But how?
Did Sunset also like to play with her c-cl…
Did she do it like Wallflower was?
Sunset always started slow with Wallflower, did she tease herself, too? Light brushes and distant strokes, getting closer, stronger, faster as she went on?
Sunset’s showerhead was detachable, the kind with multiple settings, and the shower-mat was soft. How many times was Sunset on her knees, panting in the steam, with the showerhead held between her legs?
How many times did Sunset rub herself on something like a pillow? Did she straddle it, riding it, back arched, hands groping, and breath shallow, back and forth and back and forth, top to bottom, grinding, rubbing, sparing nothing, need more; keep going.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Up—.
Wallflower gasped in surprise as she felt soft fingers give her nipple a light pluck.
Oh gosh, Sunset’s right there. She was... thinking of Sunset and she was there the whole time.
Wallflower’s unsteady panting cut through the quiet of the night. She was so loud.
“Does it feel good?” Sunset’s breath was so hot against her ear.
Wallflower couldn’t stop rubbing.
“Y-yeah,” Wallflower managed to gasp.
“Even better than normal?” Wallflower could feel Sunset’s heart pounding against her back.
“Yes.” That was a moan. Did she do that? Wallflower never moaned like that when she was on her own. “Oh gosh…”
“Say…” Sunset murmured. “When was the last time you took the time to treat yourself like this?”
“I…” When was the last time? Her heart was racing. She was burning up in both embarrassment and erotic heat.
Oh gosh she was sweating. She was sweating all over Sunset again, but they weren’t even…
“It-it was, uh…” Wallflower shakily pulled the blanket down to their waist with her unoccupied hand, the sudden change in temperature sending another kind of shiver down her spine. She dared a glance down through the darkness and found her own hand stirring beneath the blankets while Sunset’s was lazily enjoying her breasts.
Wallflower couldn’t look away.
“L-last weekend,” she found herself admitting. “After our date. I felt so…”
“Loved?”
“Yeah.”
“Hot?”
“Sunset…”
“I did, too.” Wallflower felt Sunset’s heart spike at the same time as hers. The burning between her legs raged, and the more she touched it the hotter it got.
“I had just got home and couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Sunset continued. “I tried not to, just to try and hold out a little longer, but…”
Did something just drip?
“O-oh…” What should she say? What could she say? More than half of her mind was so focused on her crotch; it was so hard to think.
“Wallflower, I’m curious…” Wallflower felt Sunset’s hand stop over her heart. She could feel her heartbeat now she could feel everything— “…last weekend, after our date, when you were alone, excited that you could finally…” Sunset’s fingers curled in an embarrassingly familiar motion. “…what were you thinking of?”
Sunset.
“U-uh…”
“Who were you thinking of?”
Sunset. She was thinking of Sunset.
“I…” She couldn’t say that, right? That was weird, right? Sure, now they have s—do it, but isn’t it creepy to do that before?
Wallflower couldn’t tell her. She couldn’t.
“Were you thinking of me?”
“…Yes.” Wallflower couldn’t lie to Sunset.
Judging by the soft kiss to her neck, Sunset liked her answer.
“I was thinking of you, too.”
Wallflower closed her eyes at the unexpected wave of pleasure those words sent through her body.
“Oh, yes,” Sunset hummed against her neck. “I couldn’t stop thinking of your lips. So soft, so warm. They feel so good on mine, I imagined they felt just as good or better anywhere else. You kissed your way from here…” Wallflower’s breath hitched as Sunset lifted her hand to place a dainty finger on Wallflower’s lips.
“…to here…”
Her throat.
“…down through here…”
Fingers glided between Wallflowers breasts, down towards her navel.
“…all the way until…”
Sunset gave the edge of the blanket a light flick.
Wallflower was so close. The pressure was building. Just a little more, she only needed a little more…
…No. No, not yet. Wallflower wanted to savor this; she didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
Wallflower’s sex throbbed in disappointment as she withdrew her hand. She was so close! She needed this! Yet, from practice, Wallflower knew that stopping now would make it feel even better when she finally did.
Wallflower pulled her hand from under the blanket—.
“Oh, let me get that for you.”
“What—?”
Sunset took Wallflower’s hand in her own and guided it near Wallflower’s face, beyond where she could see—
Warm. Wet. Hot.
Sunset’s mouth. Sunset was holding Wallflower’s fingers in her mouth.
Wallflower simply laid there in a daze as she felt and heard Sunset nurse on her fingers right next to her ear. She felt Sunset’s soft lips wrap around her fingers, felt her supple tongue weave its way around and between her fingertips. The sensations that flowed from her fingers to her mind also flowed to her groin and back in hot pulses of absolute lust.
Wallflower desperately held her free hand over her mouth, occupying it with the task to keep her too-loud noises restrained. How could Sunset make Wallflower moan from her fingers?
She wanted to keep going so bad.
With a parting lick, Wallflower’s saliva-soaked fingers met the cool night air.
“There,” Sunset lowly hummed, “that should be enough for the next part, right?”
“W-what…” Wallflower paused to swallow. Where did all that drool come from? Oh gosh, Sunset was so contagious. “…what do you mean?”
“Oh, you know…” Sunset teased, drawing small circles on Wallflower’s blanketed hip.
Wallflower did.
Wet fingers slipped once more between the covers as Wallflower’s hand snaked its way between her legs. Wallflower was careful to avoid touching anything but her prized heat, not wanting to waste a single drop of Sunset’s gift.
Yet she hesitated, circling and prodding her hungry entrance.
Was she going to do this every time? She was just playing with herself a moment ago; why should it matter that Sunset was still right there, her nipples still so easily defined against her back—
“Everything alright, Wallflower?”
—still whispering in her ear—
“W-what do you mean?”
“Well, you stopped. You’re not… in yet, right?”
How did she know?
“Uh, h-how…?”
“Well…” Wallflower shivered as Sunset slid her hand into the blanket, against her abdomen. “…Whenever I uh…” Wallflower felt Sunset swallow. “Well you always make this cute little sound and twitch when I, uh… enter you.”
“Sunset…” She needed it. Why couldn’t she do it? “I… but it’s so hard. It’s embarrassing. You’re right here.”
For a moment, Sunset was quiet. Wallflower sighed, finally being a safe-but-frustrating distance away from her inevitable release.
“Wallflower…”
Gosh, that felt good. Doing this alone would never feel the same.
“Nn… Yes?”
“…What does it feel like when I’m inside you?”
That’s not fair! Wallflower’s thighs clenched against her hand in protest.
“W-what?”
“I’m curious…” Sunset’s voice was dripping with lust. “…What is it like when we make love? What’s it like when, after I rub and lick and tease that pretty little place, I finally ease my way inside of you?”
“I-it.”
Sunset stroking.
“It feels…”
So deep inside of her, fingers curling.
“…good.”
“Describe it, Wallflower. I want you to tell me.”
Wallflower chewed her lip in frustration. Sunset was making her think about it; she was doing it on purpose!
“It feels… full. Like you’re filling me up, and—uh…” Wallflower felt Sunsets fingers walk down her arm towards the blanket.
“Go on…”
“…stretching me.” Sunset was tracing the edge of the blanket. “A-and then when you start moving…” The ticks of the clock were drowned out by her heart pounding in her ears. “It feels like-like a massage. A warm, deep massage. I don’t—"
Sunset’s hand slipped below the blanket, creeping its way down Wallflower’s arm.
“—u-uh, I don’t know how to, to describe it. I love it. I love you. I love when you’re…”
Wallflower swallowed. Sunset’s hand was on top of Wallflower’s hand, fingers over her fingers. Sunset knew exactly where Wallflower stopped; fingers so close to her too hollow and hungry core but so frustratingly far.
She wanted to put it in so bad.
“…I l-love it when you’re inside me, Sunset. Oh gosh, please…”
Wallflower wanted Sunset inside of her so bad.
“Please what…?” Sunset purred, so sultry and smug.
“P-please I want you, to… Can you p-please…?”
“I’m so sorry, Wallflower,” Sunset sighed, and Wallflower knew that she was not sorry at all. “I would, but I’m just so tired, you know?”
“Sunset you’re such a jerk.”
Sunset’s chuckle didn’t need to sound so satisfied.
“I think I can help you, though…” Wallflower felt Sunset turn their hands, weaving their fingers together. “Do you feel this hand, Wallflower?” Wallflower knew that tone. Sunset had an idea.
“Y-yes.”
“This is your hand, now. Show it what it needs to do.”
Wallflower needed Sunset inside of her so bad.
Wallflower only hesitated for a moment before taking Sunset’s unmoving, unresisting hand into her own. It was so warm. She brushed Sunset’s fingers over her glans, then her entrance, taking just one finger to the edge.
This time. This time.
“Show it what it needs to do.”
Wallflower’s breath left her in a happy sigh as finally—finally—the depths of her hungry sex were being filled once more. Bit by satisfying bit, Wallflower felt her hot walls part around the slender digit. The soft flesh pressed, throbbed, hungrily accepted Sunset’s finger deeper and deeper until, finally, Wallflower was full once more.
Between Sunset’s hushed giggle and how the happy shake in her hips moved the finger inside of her, Wallflower couldn’t help but brightly grin into the darkness of Sunset’s living room.
“Yes, Wallflower, that was the sound I was looking for.” Sunset nuzzled against her neck. “Did it feel good? Tell me, what’s it like to finally get your finger inside?”
“Oh gosh,” Wallflower took a quick breath to reign in her shaky voice. It was just the same pleasurable finger that she learned to love. It wasn’t even moving! Yet, in that moment, it felt so amazing. “Sunset, you feel so—.”
“You do,” Sunset gently interrupted with another kiss to Wallflower’s neck. “That’s your finger, remember?”
Right. Sunset wasn’t doing anything; Wallflower was touching herself.
“M-my finger,” Wallflower amended, rolling her hips against Sunset’s hand—Wallflower’s, that was Wallflower’s hand. “It’s filling me up. I’m touching myself.”
“Yes, you are. You’re doing great, Wallflower. My heart’s racing, right now.”
“Y-yeah, I can feel it...” The steady rhythm throbbing against her back. “M-mine, too.” The steady rhythm throbbing against her finger. It was too still. Wallflower slowly began to ease it out and back in, relishing the sensation of being filled over and over, but it wasn’t enough. Wallflower wanted more.
“S-Sunset, how do I, your...” Wallflower swallowed her nerves. “H-how do I... m-move it?”
“The same way you move any of your fingers, I’d assume. Why don’t you tell me what you’re trying to do?”
Oh gosh.
“W-well. Uh. I w-want to, to maybe... curl it a little—Ah!” Wallflower slapped her free hand over her mouth as her insides was rubbed in a slow, lazy stroke. “Y-yes, like that, I... I want to do... that.”
“Just that...?”
Wallflower shivered at the next stroke.
And the next.
And the next.
The pressure was starting to build again.
“Y-yes,” Wallflower quietly moaned, her hand pressing tightly against her other hand in-between her thighs. “Oh gosh, yes; j-just that, for now. I-I’m too close...”
“You mean,” Sunset smiled against her neck, “you’re about to cum?”
“Yes.” She was getting close. “Oh gosh, yes.” Wallflower’s finger stroked just a bit harder than she wanted, palm pressed against her nub, oh gosh she was too close—! “S-stop, I want to just, just stop for a second...!”
Her hands stopped. She could feel her frustrations throbbing insistently against the finger inside of her.
“But you’re so close,” Sunset whined. “Don’t you want this? After so many hours of waiting, this is your chance for release.”
Sunset was making it really difficult for her to calm down, and Wallflower loved it.
“It’s okay, Wallflower,” Sunset whispered. “This is for you. You can cum whenever you want.”
“I...” She wanted to. “I just...” Wallflower really wanted to. “S-sometimes, I like to, uh... I t-tease myself when I’m about to... on the edge of...”
“Oooh...?” Sunset sounded delighted at the confession, like she discovered her new favorite flavor.
Did she? Wallflower hoped she wouldn’t regret telling her that.
No. Somehow, Wallflower knew that she’d never regret that.
“How long do you usually...?” Sunset shifted, as though to get comfortable, causing an involuntary and oh so dangerous twitch between Wallflower’s legs.
Ohh, Wallflower’s face could light up the room, she was sure of it.
“I, uh... I don’t know. I just go until I can’t, uh, take it anymore. Or until I accidently, uh...”
“Did you do that last weekend?”
“Y-yeah...”
“How long?”
“I-I think, uh...” When did she get home? It was dark when she got into the shower, and then she went to bed so... “...T-two hours...?”
“’Two hours,’” Sunset sighed in wonder. “Think you’ll, uh, hold out that long tonight?”
“Oh no. Gosh no. There’s no way. This is too...”
“...Want to try?”
Wallflower did.
“...I’m, uh... I’m t-trying to, uh, c-curl my finger again...”
Once again, Wallflower’s finger began to move. It moved again and again, and it did everything that Wallflower wanted it to. And all the while, Sunset kept reminding Wallflower that she was there by quietly breathing by her ear.
“I-I, uh... I’m curling it, a little h-harder now...”
She did.
“And, uh, I’m... rubbing my palm over m-my...”
She did.
“Oh gosh. And I... I... Nnnh—I’m s-stopping! Stop...”
She stopped.
The clock ticking echoed through the blanket of night, masked only by Wallflower’s occasional shuddering breaths as she climbed back down.
“...Okay. Okay. I’m... I’m starting again...”
She did.
At some point, Wallflower’s now-free hand wandered its way behind her, blindly groping and grabbing at Sunset’s hips, bottom and thighs. Sunset’s skin was slick with sweat. Over and over she repeated the process, whispering her every action into the nighttime air. Each heated declaration grew more and more confident as her body’s frustrations grew stronger, hotter, hungrier, closer—!
“—S-stop.”
She did.
The pressure in her groin rose higher and higher, tension stretching, erotic momentum carrying her closer and closer to the edge. She was so close to tipping past the point of no return, so close...
Wallflower groaned in frustration and relief as the tension faded. The pleasurable feeling of an inevitable orgasm wore on her senses. She basked in the feeling, only conscious of the chill in the air, the heat beneath the blanket, her hand on her mouth and between her legs, and her lover pressed so wonderfully against her back.
“That one was really close, huh?”
“Y-yeah...” Wallflower panted. “Too close. I almost...”
“Came?”
“...Yes.”
“You’re doing great, you know. I don’t think I could’ve lasted this long—not with you here.”
Somehow, those words filled Wallflower with some embarrassing kind of pride.
“It feels great, right? Being right there?”
“Yes. Oh gosh, it does.” Wallflower didn’t even think. “I bet it’s gonna feel amazing when I...”
“...When you cum?”
Wallflower swallowed, giving Sunset’s thigh a blind squeeze, relishing in the feeling beneath her fingers.
“Yeah...”
“Ooh... Say that, please.”
“It...” For Sunset. Say it for Sunset. “...It’s going to feel so good when I...” Wallflower bit her lip. “...when I c-cum.”
Wallflower throbbed.
“Mmm... I’m looking forward to it. To feel you shake against me when you finally let yourself go...”
It should be safe enough to go again, right?
“I-I’m starting again.”
She did. Oh gosh, she did, working her way up to that pressure and pace that she was at before. Despite that being enough for her aching pleasure to begin its climb, she wanted more. Maybe it wouldn’t be too much...
“I-I’m p-pulling my finger out, just to the edge...”
Her hand obeyed.
“...And I’m, uh... o-one more finger...”
Another finger joined the first, and slowly began to rub the edge of her entrance.
“...And I’m... I’m p-pushing them... I’m-mmmm...!”
Two fingers. She was being parted by two of her fingers now. Further and further in they slipped, laying still at their deepest point as Wallflower basked in the sensations. Where one finger left her feeling filled, two made her feel so full.
“A-and I’m... I-in and out, please...”
Empty.
Full.
Wanting.
Full.
Yearning.
Full, so full!
“A-and, I also—.”
Wallflower squeaked as her fingers began to curl, both together and apart in such a familiar way.
“—and I, m-my—!”
Wallflower’s mouth gaped in a silent moan as her palm rubbed so firmly over her glans.
“Y-yes, just like that! I, and I, i-in and out while...!”
Dutifully, eagerly, her hand obeyed.
Hungry, full, hungry, full, curling and stirring, rubbing and grinding, Wallflower rolled her hips against her hand, hot, and panting, too hot, too hot. With her free hand she tore the blankets away from her waist, her hips, and her legs. The sudden change of temperature made her tremble, but not as much as her lovely, hard-working fingers were as they brought her close and closer, tension, pressure, too close—!
“S-stop.”
She did.
She felt the momentum carry her up to the crest, closer and closer, so tantalizingly close. The pressure between her legs, squeezing the fingers inside of her, throbbing against the palm against her, slowly built and built.
It kept building.
It kept building.
It was going too far.
Sh-she was over the edge she went too far—!
“S-start, start! Don’t stop, I can’t stop...!”
Strong, fast, unrelenting, fingers curling, palm pressing and rubbing and stroking, in and out in and out—
“Are you there, Wallflower?” Sunset whispered urgently into her ear. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I-I’m—I’m about to—it’s about to feel so—!”
“The words, Wallflower. Say them.”
“I-I’m cumming,” Wallflower hoarsely whispered, lost to all but her lover behind her and the hand and fingers that were stuffed between her legs. “I’m going to cum, and I c-can’t stop it...!”
“Do it, Wallflower,” Sunset hotly whispered in her ear. “Let it go. Cum for me. It’ll feel so good, I want you to cum.”
“I... c-c... Sunset...!”
Wallflower’s breathless whimper cut through the night as distinctly as the cry it almost was as Wallflower crashed into wave upon wave of pleasure. Her hips bucked and ground against the shaking hand that held her, her core clenching around the fingers that danced inside of her. The passage of time was lost to Wallflower as her hand continued its duty, working her over and over again as Wallflower’s struggles of ecstasy turned into thrashes of unrestrained pleasure.
Through it all, Sunset’s giddily lewd chuckles rang in Wallflower’s ears as she couldn’t stop moaning, her hand pumping and stroking and grinding even as Wallflower’s legs began to involuntarily kick against the air.
“Wallflower,” Sunset laughed, voice full of wonder, as she pulled Wallflower’s hips tightly against her body, “you’re still going.”
“I-I’m still... my fingers still... keep g-g...”
Wallflower braved the sea of crashing pleasure, bathing in it, basking in it, riding every wave until there was nothing left but ripples, and then immersing herself in it some more. Her body eventually tired from the thrashing, gently tumbling into small kicks, little trembles, then finally tiny quivers as the pleasurable sensations began to dull into overwhelmingly giddy satisfaction.
“I...” Wallflower sighed with an airy laugh. “I’m stopping.”
She did.
“C-can I leave them, uh, in a little longer?”
“Of course, Wallflower,” Sunset laughed. “They’re yours. You can have them however long you want. Always.”
“Oh gosh, Sunset...”
“You love it.”
“I love you.” She did. Wallflower loved Sunset so much.
“I love you, too, Wallflower.”
The clock ticked away in the cool, quiet room as Wallflower clumsily pulled the blanket over the pair once more.
“So...” Sunset began, “...better than the last time you touched yourself?”
“Yes,” Wallflower dreamily sighed, wiggling her body against Sunset’s. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat, Wallflower noted with a tired laugh. “Gosh, yes. We need to take another shower.”
“Ugh, tomorrow,” Sunset groaned. “I’m too tired for that right now.” Oh gosh, Wallflower couldn’t help but giggle at everything.
“Yeah, me too. You really wore me out, this time.”
“Technically, you did that yourself.”
“Oh hush.” Darn it, why did the love of her life have to be such a smart aleck?
“I hope you think of this next time you have to do it yourself.”
“I will,” Wallflower replied with a surprising lack of hesitation. “But I don’t think that, uh... doing that will ever be the same for me.”
“Don’t worry Wallflower,” Sunset hummed with an idle flex of her fingers that Wallflower was still all too aware of, “if all goes well, I’ll be here to take care of that for you.”
“Sunset, you’re such a perv!” Wallflower laughed.
“’Excited,’” Sunset corrected.
“Perverted.”
“You love it.”
“It’s...” Wallflower pretended to think about it. “...It’s pretty nice.”
She felt Sunset hum in satisfaction, drawing out a tired giggle from her own lips.
She felt the fingers inside of her twitch.
“You can, uh...” Wallflower cleared her throat. “You can have your hand back.”
“Your hand,” Sunset corrected. Wallflower buried her head in the pillow and sighed as she felt the digits slowly slip their way out from her core, leaving the hollow memory of fullness in their wake.
“Even that felt good,” Wallflower giggled. “Oh, gosh...”
“You can have your hand back whenever you want. Or the rest of me, for that matter,” Sunset reassured as she carefully drew her arm from the blanket.
Wallflower heard something wet next to her ear.
“Mm...” Sunset hummed. “Tastes like you.”
Wallflower throbbed.
“Oh my gosh, Sunset, stop,” she stifled her laugh. “You—you’re going to get me going again and now we’re both way too tired.” Shortly after a wet pop, Sunset’s arm dipped back into the blanket as she sighed.
“Fiiine...” A wet kiss to her neck. A damp hand pressed against her belly beneath the covers. “I’ll be good. But you owe me, since you’ve kind of got me going again, too.”
Oh gosh, what? Wallflower laughed, coming to the horrible realization that, as a pair, they were insatiable.
“How is that my fault?”
“Well you had to go and touch yourself right next to me so...”
“Y-yeah? Well, you’ve got hands, too.”
“Hmmnope! Too tired, and it’s bed time. You’ll just have to make it up to me in the morning.”
The morning. Oh gosh, it’s going to be another good morning.
“I’ll do my best.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Sunset yawned deeply, squeezing the pair together in a loving hug. “Good night, Wallflower.”
“Y-yeah, it was.”
The only sounds to be heard in the quiet night were the gentle ticks of the of the clock and soft breaths as the lovers dreamt their way to the next dawn.