RHIA

Things are getting a little too serious to keep Rhia’s word.

She is currently lying underneath Phoebe, her head up against the armrest of Phoebe’s couch as the blonde straddles her. Their harmless making out is becoming less and less harmless as the night goes on.

“All this because I cooked you some brownies?” Phoebe teases as they break to catch their breath.

Rhia leans up and presses her lips to the hollow of Phoebe’s throat. She slides her tongue against the woman’s skin, causing her to shudder with pleasure. “And…how about breakfast in the morning?” She leaves the meaning of those words unspoken, but the way Phoebe’s grin lights up is enough for her to know the message is received. In response, Phoebe arches her back and gives her a little grind of her hips, causing Rhia to gasp.

“I’ll cook you breakfast any morning if it means I get to wake up next to you,” she says.

“We’re in agreement, then,” Rhia whispers, wrapping her leg around Phoebe’s back and pulling her down until their bodies are flush with one another. Her skirt slides up to her waist as she does, but she doesn’t mind. They meld together perfectly even with their clothing still in the way. “Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

Phoebe’s reaction is exactly what Rhia is going for. She lets out the cutest little whimper and brings her arm down to Rhia’s legs, toying with her fishnets. “I’d love it if you weren’t wearing these anymore,” she says.

“Oh?” Rhia says. “That can be arranged.” She reaches up to tug at Phoebe’s dress. “But you’re kind of in the way. And also far too clothed.”

Phoebe blushes madly, then sits up, straddling Rhia once more. She reaches down to pull her dress up and over her head, then throws it aside uncaringly. The fluidness of the motion makes Rhia shiver.

“Aww, I wanted to do that,” she says. It’s partly a lie. She’s more than happy to watch Phoebe disrobe. She leans up and drags her eyes up and down Phoebe’s underwear-clad body. She’s absolutely gorgeous, her shoulders and upper chest speckled with light freckles, her skin pale and creamy. Rhia wants nothing other than to kiss more of her, all of her curves, from top to bottom. Her bra and her panties are lacy and dark blue, just begging to be removed. 

“My turn,” Phoebe says. She slips onto her side, pinning Rhia against the couch cushions, then slides her hands further up Rhia’s skirt, causing her to whimper with anticipation. She gives her ass a nice squeeze, then grabs the waistline of her fishnets and begins to gently pull them down, down, down her legs. There’s a moment where Rhia’s skirt rides a little too high on her hips, and Phoebe stops short, staring and somehow blushing even harder than before.

“Just noticed I’m not wearing any panties, did you?” Rhia says with a grin. She wasn’t planning on anything like this happening tonight. She just doesn’t usually wear panties when she wears fishnets that also double as opaque shorts just underneath her skirt. 

“I, uhhh,” Phoebe says, clearly at a loss for words.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Rhia grins mischievously and reaches down to take Phoebe’s arms, pulling them further down her legs. Soon the fishnets are off completely, leaving Rhia in just her skirt, though at this angle she is completely exposed from the waist down. Phoebe is too stunned to continue, so Rhia takes the opportunity to pull her tanktop and her mesh shirt up and over her head, absolutely loving the way that Phoebe’s gaze rakes over her body as she does. Their mostly-naked bodies press up against one another without a care in the world.

Phoebe is the first to close the distance between them, taking Rhia’s lips in her own and biting gently. “God, you have no idea how lucky I feel right now.” Her arms reach behind Rhia’s back and play with the clip of her bra, clearly wanting even more. Rhia leans in and kisses her back, slipping her tongue between her lips. Their bodies are intertwined, practically one. The kiss is insatiable, unrelenting. Rhia pushes Phoebe onto her back and climbs on top, planting kiss after kiss along the blonde’s neck. She feels Phoebe’s fingers coursing through her short hair, gripping her head as she makes her way down Phoebe’s chest. “Are you…sober yet…?” she whispers between pants.

“Depends,” Phoebe breathes, “I’m pretty high on you right now.”

“Is that all you’re high on right now?” Rhia says, reaching behind Phoebe’s back to unclip her bra.

“Yes, god, yes. Please, I’ve waited long enough.”

That’s all the confirmation Rhia needs.

PHOEBE

Rhia doesn’t hesitate for a moment. She pulls Phoebe’s bra off in one swift motion and continues her trail of kisses down from Phoebe’s neck to her breasts. “Can I…?” she asks.

“Please,” is all Phoebe needs to say. Rhia pulls Phoebe’s bra off of her and hurls it somewhere far away. Within moments Rhia’s lips are latched to one of her pale breasts flushed suddenly pink from intense blushing. Rhia’s tongue draws circles around the blonde’s nipple as it grows harder and harder. She bites gently, hungry, wanting more, and Phoebe cries out with pleasure. It drives her crazy with want. Her hips buck against Rhia, her body seeking friction. With a grin, Rhia presses her knee in between Phoebe’s thighs, parting them.

“Mmm, you’re already so wet,” Rhia remarks. Phoebe can feel the woman’s knee pressed up against her crotch, and yeah, she is drenched. There’s no longer any hiding her arousal. She’s panting, breathless, as Rhia continues to play with her ample breasts. One of them is cupped in Rhia’s hand as she gropes and squeezes and pinches, her other nipple still held in those wonderfully plush lips. 

Phoebe can’t hold it in any more. She lets out a whimper and a cry of pleasure as Rhia bites gently once more. She throws her arms around Rhia’s back and clings, her nails digging into the woman’s back as Rhia’s knee presses up, harder. “Th–this comes off now,” Phoebe orders, reaching behind her partner’s back to unclip her bra. It, too, falls to the floor. “This is what I wanted all night,” she says.

“From the second I sat next to you,” Rhia admits. “And every single second afterward. God, these breasts.” She worships them with her hands and her tongue, and Phoebe feels her panties getting even wetter. Phoebe loses herself, arching her back, pushing down on Rhia’s knee, feeling that pressure on her crotch, god, she wants it all.

“Baby, please,” she begs. Her legs part eagerly for her new lover. Nobody’s ever consumed her quite like Rhia is, and she can’t wait for the woman’s attention to slide lower. She wants to feel Rhia’s cheeks between her thighs, to feel her tongue inside her, to feel everything Rhia can possibly give her. It doesn’t take long for Rhia to take the hint. She continues her trail of kisses down Phoebe’s chest, between her breasts, over her round tummy, down, down, until finally Rhia giggles. “What’s wrong?” Phoebe says, craning her neck.

“We can’t both fit on this couch like this unless I get really creative,” Rhia explains with a chuckle. “Move to the bed?”

“Yes. Bed. That. Yes,” Phoebe says, breathless. Within seconds Rhia has pulled her off the couch by her wrist. For such a tiny girl, she’s sure pushy, but in all of the best ways. When they get to the bed, Rhia in fact pushes Phoebe onto it, causing several of her stuffed animals to bounce off of it. She doesn’t care. She slides all the way to the far end, bracing her neck with pillows, and pulls down her panties as Rhia climbs on after her. 

There’s no time to waste. Rhia gives her a grin and a lovely wink before she slides her arms underneath Phoebe’s thighs and starts kissing just around the folds of her labia. Rhia’s hot breath teases her for a moment. Then, she eagerly licks Phoebe from bottom to top, pressing her tongue against Phoebe’s clit as she trails off. It’s slow, deep. She’s savoring every little bit of the sensation, and so is Phoebe. “Ohh god, Rhia…”

Rhia moans and continues licking, picking up the pace after a short time. The vibration of her moan against Phoebe’s pussy is mind-numbing. The blonde glances down and notices Rhia matching her gaze. She looks divine between Phoebe’s chubby thighs, and Phoebe can’t help but reach down to play with her short curly hair as she devours her. “God, you taste absolutely amazing,” Rhia whispers between long, lingering thrusts of her tongue. 

Phoebe is on fire; that’s the only way to describe it. She whimpers softly, the pleasure unending, every second more magical than the last. Rhia turns her attention to Phoebe’s clit, flicking up and down with her tongue, before sliding a finger inside her. “Oooohh…god, yes…how are you…so…incredible?” she asks, but it doesn’t matter. She is. She is incredible.

“This feel good, baby?” Rhia asks in between flicks of her tongue.

“Another finger, please,” Phoebe begs. She gets exactly what she asks for, a second finger curling into her pussy as Rhia’s lips press around Phoebe’s. She makes her tongue firmer and continues flicking up and down, up and down, sensing how close Phoebe is to the edge. And Phoebe is close. So close. She’s a kettle about to boil over, and there’s almost nothing that can stop her now. She grips Rhia tighter by the hair and pushes into her. She is drenched, dripping. It’s messy, rushed, urgent, and hotter than a thousand suns. “Nnnng…god, yes…please…!” she squirms, closing her eyes, gripping the bedsheets with her other hand. Closer and closer and closer, until finally, she snaps her head back, arches her spine, and it all comes out. She squeals with pleasure as the wall-shaking orgasm crashes into her. 

Phoebe has been with women before. She’s had some pretty great experiences in the past. But this is like nothing she’s ever experienced. Rhia continues to press against her clit with her tongue as Phoebe rides her climax. She shudders, breathless, drenched with sweat and more, her whole body electric.

Rhia begins licking some of the wetness that has dripped down Phoebe’s thighs, then places kiss after kiss along her hips. “Gawd, I could do that all night,” she says, a wild grin on her wet lips. She is a mischievous little thing, positively glowing with joy. There is no doubt in Phoebe’s mind that Rhia means what she says. If Phoebe wants it, Rhia will go down on her again and again. The thought of it drives Phoebe wild.

Rhia rises to her knees, her fingertips still caressing Phoebe’s thighs tenderly, hungry eyes wandering over Phoebe’s pale, naked body beneath her. “You are so freaking hot, you know that?”

“Me?” Phoebe says, still panting. “Have you seen yourself? God, girl.” She reaches down to grab Rhia by her wrist and tugs her closer, on top of her. One thigh raised, brushing against the girl’s hip as her arms curled about her securely. She kisses her hungrily, lost in her, tasting herself on those sweet lips. And Rhia was right—she tastes good.

RHIA

They sit in silence for a long while as Rhia lays on top of Phoebe, loving the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. They fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Phoebe peppers the smaller woman with lazy kisses as they lie together and she recovers from what must have been a pretty explosive orgasm. Rhia grins proudly. It’s not every day she gets to make a beautiful woman like Phoebe cry out in pleasure like that. 

Then, the oven chimes. Rhia sits up and glances over toward the kitchen. 

“Nooo,” Phoebe says. She sits up as well, bracing herself against the headboard of her bed and pulling Rhia into a tight hug. Her breasts press into Rhia’s back as she holds her. “Let them burn. You’re too comfy.”

“But, brownies,” Rhia whines.

“You know what’s even better than brownies?” Phoebe says, reaching around to pinch Rhia’s nipples gently. A wonderful squeal emerges from Rhia’s lips.

“What’s that?” 

Phoebe responds by pressing her lips against Rhia’s neck and slipping her hands lower, brushing them up against the waistband of the skirt she’s still somehow wearing. 

“O-oohh,” Rhia murmurs in surprise, her hips grinding up against Phoebe’s hands as they slide down into her skirt to feel the mound of unshaven hair around her pussy. There is no better sensation in the world than Phoebe’s fingers edging closer and closer to her pussy. There’s a sharp intake of breath behind Rhia when Phoebe feels just how wet she is. Phoebe brushes her tongue against Rhia’s bare neck just as her fingers brush against her glistening slit.

“God, yes…b-but, the brownies…” Rhia whimpers. 

“You really want me to stop?” Phoebe teases. 

Rhia shakes her head fervently. “N-never.”

Phoebe spreads her legs behind Rhia, thighs curling around her. She nibbles on Rhia’s lovely neck, making her shiver with pleasure. “Good,” she whispers into Rhia’s ear as her middle finger slides inside her.

Rhia moans loudly, gripping her lover’s thighs as they flank her waist. She leans back, loving every second of attention. A tingling pleasure courses through her body as she is driven wild. Phoebe kisses and nibbles the shell of Rhia’s ear as she stroked her slit up and down with her finger, slowly urging her to part. “Can I keep touching you?” Phoebe asks.

“Gawd, yes,” Rhia begs. How did Phoebe seem to know exactly what to do to drive her crazy? She spreads her legs, reaching down to guide Phoebe’s hand by the wrist, her other hand braced against the woman’s thigh. “My body is yours, Phoebe. I’m yours.” She turns to kiss Phoebe while she is touched, moaning into the kiss the entire time.

Phoebe shivers at those words. Her tongue swirls out just as her fingertips dance over Rhia’s clit. At her guidance, she presses in firm but slow circles. Rhia is so drenched, she can tell she’s making Phoebe’s bedsheets wet, but she refuses to stop. Phoebe bites Rhia’s lower lip and peers into her eyes as a second slender digit slips inside her. Rhia gasps, amazed at how incredible she feels. “More,” she pleads. “Harder.”

Phoebe obliges, her fingers pumping in and out, curling inside her to find her most sensitive spots. At the same time, Phoebe’s free hand reaches up to pinch and play with one of her nipples. Rhia is drowning in affection. She closes her eyes and leans deeper into Phoebe, gripping her thigh harder and moaning into her lips as she draws closer and closer. “Ohh Phoebe…Oh gawd that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

“I wish I could taste you,” Phoebe whispers into Rhia’s ear, and something snaps within her. She suddenly turns around and pushes Phoebe onto her back, pulls her skirt off, climbs on top of her. This time, she doesn’t ask permission. She flanks Phoebe’s face with her thighs and lowers her slit just over Phoebe’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel Phoebe’s tongue.

Phoebe doesn’t waist a single moment. She wraps her arms around Rhia’s thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste her. Rhia whimpers with pleasure and starts to grind down on Phoebe’s lips, wanting more, more. It makes her dizzy, gazing downward to watch as Phoebe eagerly laps her up. “Ohhh, Phoebe…yes, yes…” She braces herself against Phoebe’s headboard, sweating, her body a furnace of heat. Nobody’s ever made her feel this way, this urgency, this raw desire. Every touch of Phoebe’s tongue was electric. She felt like any second now her heart might stop.

Phoebe swirls her tongue against Rhia’s slit and she simply can’t take it anymore. She moans and grips the headboard tighter, losing control. “Ohhh—oh god yes, I’m so close!” she cries out. She feels like she’s about to explode. Phoebe has her completely under her spell. She leans back and lets out a wild cry of pleasure as Phoebe continues hungrily devouring her. Rhia doesn’t stop grinding against her. She is wound like a spring. Finally, she feels her pleasure overflowing. Her legs shake, her knees wobble, and she lets out a deep, loud moan. She arches her back as she comes, her thighs trapping Phoebe in place. But Phoebe doesn’t stop there. She continues to lick and kiss Rhia’s sensitive pussy, making her squirm and moan over and over, until finally she can't take any more. She falls onto her side next to Phoebe, panting, dizzy, eyes swimming with pleasure. “Ohhhhh, fuck.”

The blonde turns onto her side and wraps her arms around the smaller girl, grinning proudly and panting herself from effort. Every touch of Phoebe’s fingertips along Rhia’s skin drives her even more wild. The aftershocks of her orgasm persist for longer than her mind can accurately measure. When she is finally calm, she slides into Phoebe’s embrace, resting her cheek on the woman’s wonderful chest. “Holy. Shit.”

“Yeah?” Phoebe says, wiping some of Rhia’s wetness from her chin. She leans in and kisses her gently, lovingly, something Rhia certainly didn’t expect from this encounter.

“That’s definitely a new high score,” Rhia breathes.

“Oh?” Phoebe chuckles. “Am I top on the scoreboard?”

“Babe, nobody else even comes close,” she replies.

The oven beeps again, but they don’t care. They are hungry only for one another.

PHOEBE — TWO MONTHS LATER

Pyro falls to the ground, flashing red. Defeated at last. The X-Men prevail once more. “Fuck yeah! Without any extra credits this time,” she says, pumping her fist.

“Well, you did have help this time,” Rhia says next to her, raising an eyebrow.

Phoebe grins and leans over for a kiss. Rhia is the perfect partner. The kiss goes on for longer than she plans; she can’t get enough. When they finally part, Rhia’s lips are curled up in a gorgeous smile, a smile Phoebe’s grown accustomed to seeing every week. “Of course. Thanks for the help, babe.”

Rhia gives the blonde’s ass a mischievous pat and the two share a laugh. There’s no need for anything to numb herself this time—why would she want to numb the most wonderful feeling in the world? “How about we play out this life and then head back to your place for some…brownies?” Rhia says.

Phoebe blushes madly. Brownies has become code between them, code for something that is most definitely not brownies. “Anytime.”

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