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If it’s teasing she wants…then it’s teasing she’ll get.
The thought swam through Larissa’s mind as she saved the email. Shutting the laptop with a devious smirk painted across her ruby colored lips, that Morticia failed to see.
Tish had eagerly walked into the apartment attached to the office at Rissa’s last words. She had promised to have her way with her. Key word being her, Larissa’s, not her raven haired wife’s.
Standing up, the esteemed principal made her way around the desk to the door Morticia had left ajar. The principal’s quarters was small but comfortable for the pair to live in. A cozy kitchenette, living room and single bedroom that had a large master bath and closet attached.
The sound of kitten heels clicking across the hardwood was the only thing to be heard other than the crackle of the fireplace in the living room. Making sure to lock the front door behind her, Larissa set her sights on the figure she could see standing through the doorway to the bedroom.
Morticia stood to the side of the large four poster bed, her jet black hair swept over one shoulder, the other exposed as her dress was being slid down to her mid back. The sight was tantalizing beyond belief.
In a few long legged strides, she crossed the distance between them. Her hands finding Tish’s waist, the shorter woman leaned her head back against Larissa’s shoulder, a delighted sigh escaping her dark lips at the sweet touch of we wife’s hands upon her.
Larissa’s hands silently slid upwards, tugging at the partially pulled down dress that clung to her wife’s form.
“This, comes off now.”
A shiver of delight ran through Morticia as the blonde spoke, it was barely above a whisper, but her English accent always became heavier in the throws of desire. She complied to the command immediately, freeing her arms of the confines of the sleeves before leaning forward, shimmying the test of the dress down her thighs.
The moment it hit the floor a large hand slid up her stomach, brushing over one of her bare breasts before it settles against her throat, pulling her back against Larissa’s shoulder once more and giving a gentle squeeze. Morticia felt that same familiar rush of desire between her legs as a shaky moan left her slightly parted lips.
“You wanted to tease me darling?”
The hand still on Tish’s waist slid down, just barely playing with the edge of the black lace lingerie she still wore, before that same hand was suddenly cupping her fully over top of it. Her hips rolled uncontrollably into the touch, but just as quickly as it was there, it was gone.
Larissa fully pulled herself away from her lovers body. Leaving her standing there, longing for the warmth of her touch once more.
“But you forget, two can play at that game. On the bed. Now.”
Her tone was firm, leaving no room to protest, not that Morticia would though. She loved when her wife’s more dominant side came out to play.
Gingerly she climbed atop the plush forest green duvet of their large bed, playfully making a show of it as she did. Her long dark hair now cascading down her back, she slid her hands up and into her black tresses lifting them messily, from the base of her skull to the crown of her head before letting them fall back down. Playing it off as though she were just stretching before sliding them one at a time over her shoulders and down her front. Crossing her arms over her torso, her palms rested in the same place Larissa’s had been only moments before.
Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Larissa. Though her voice had been steady before, that teasing little show had wrecked her. The usually alabaster skin of her cheeks was flushed a deep pink, her breathing was ragged, and her pupils were blown so wide that their usual oceanic blue was replaced with an almost complete sea of black.
She was on her in an instant, grasping Morticia’s waist once more and flipping her around to face her before pinning her down into the plush mattress. Delighting in the little gasp that came from the raven haired temptress beneath her.
It was at that moment Morticia suddenly felt the bareness of Larissa’s ample chest pressed against her own, as she brought her thigh up to rest between her legs, though she had been fully clothed only moments before.
“Rissa…did you just-“
“Ah ah ah Tish, you interrupted me enough when I was working earlier, but you’re not breaking my concentration this time.”
There was a huskiness to Larissa’s voice as she spoke, she lowered her lips to hover just above Morticia’s. Brushing against them with a featherlight pressure only to pull away the moment Tish tried to fully kiss her.
Chuckling at the little mewl of disappointment that escaped the dove, she brought her mouth to her neck. Starting just below her ear, Larissa left a trail of kisses down her neck and to her clavicle. Each press of her lips leaving a deep red lipstick stain in its wake.
Morticia gasped as Larissa slid lower down her body. Feeling the warmth of her breath first upon her heaving chest, then across the softness of her stomach before it came to rest between her thighs.
Looking down she once more caught Larissa gaze. She looked significantly more in control than she had the last time, though the pink tint to her cheeks was still present, a devilish grin graced her face as she lifted Morticia’s leg to press a searing kiss on her inner thigh. The sensation made Tish’s head drop backwards, mouth open in a silent moan.
Larissa kissed her way down slowly, leaving lipstick stains down the delicate skin until she once again reached the apex of her thighs, breath ghosting over the black lace that was still present as she made her way over to the neglected leg.
This time she let her lips trail up Tish’s thigh until she reached her knee, nuzzling into it briefly before placing another quick kiss.
Morticia was positively aching, she could feel the wetness that had pooled and soaked through the lace lingerie, and desperately wanted nothing more than for her wife to finally bury her face within her folds.
“Larissa, please.”
A light hmm escaped the blonde, as though she were contemplating some grand scheme before formulating a reply. A chuckle escaped her that rumbled through Tish’s thigh.
“Apologize.”
Morticia’s head snapped forward to look at Larissa, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“What?”
The blonde smirked, beginning to trace lazy circles with her manicured fingers up and down the softness of her lovers legs.
“Don’t be coy love, I know you heard me. Apologize.”
Morticia felt flustered, unable to think straight with the movement of her wife’s hands upon her.
“I-I’m sorry Rissa.”
That was all it took, in an instant Larissa dove down, shifting the lace aside and burying her face deep between Morticia’s thighs. The latter gasped, reaching a hand down to tangle in the blondes perfect hair.
With each swipe of her tongue, each kiss of her lips, she drew more and more delightful sounds from Tish. It was addicting, every sigh, every moan, egged her on. Just as Morticia knew how to press her buttons, Larissa knew how to press hers.
As her lips closed around her clit, she felt Tish’s hips buck upwards in desperation. Bringing up a hand she trailed her fingers through the wetness that was there before plunging two fingers deep inside, curling them upwards.
The noise that escaped Morticia was nearly a scream as Larissa fucked her with her hand. She felt herself getting close, the teasing from earlier had worked her into a frenzy, and she couldn’t help but rock her hips to meet her wife’s fingers with every thrust.
It wasn’t long before she shattered, coming hard enough to see stars, as Larissa didn’t relent. It was maddening and she loved every moment of it. Finally she pulled away, taking her fingers into her mouth and sucking the very essence of Morticia off of them, eyes rolling back into her head as she savored the taste on her tongue as though she hadn’t just been doing that very same thing moments before.
Once she caught her breath, Morticia sat up, grasping Larissa’s cheeks in her own as she finally kissed her. It was slow and sensual, the way their mouths moved in tandem. Larissa pulled her close, one hand grasping the nape of her neck as the other settled on her lower back, moulding their bodies together.
From the way the taller woman’s body trembled, Morticia knew it wouldn’t take long for her to climax. Snaking a hand between the two of them, her fingers found the bundle of nerves she was searching for, gently rubbing circles around it in just the way Larissa liked.
Tish swallowed each moan and gasp from her lover as she came, trembling and grasping on to the dove for dear life as she brought her through it.
They collapsed together against the soft duvet embracing each other close. Larissa pressed her forehead against Morticia’s before pulling back to place a tender kiss right in the center. Rolling her on top of her larger frame just long enough to pull down the duvet and slide the both of them underneath it.
Larissa sighed in content as Morticia snuggled up against her.
“I should tease you more often.” The dark haired woman said.
“No you absolutely should not.”
Tish leaned up to get a better look at the disheveled appearance of her wife, her usually immaculate hair had fallen out in several places.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“I don’t think my blood pressure could take it.”
“The teasing or-“
“Both darling, both.”