Misty leaned forward, her green eyes locking with Riah's blue ones. Slowly, she kissed her, their lips meeting softly before deepening into a dance of tongues that left them both breathless.
The tension between them lingered as they returned to Misty's apartment, a space filled with carefully curated pieces that reflected her creative touch. Over glasses of chilled chardonnay, their laughter grew softer, their words more intimate.
The kisses that began at the café resumed, growing bolder as they moved from the living room to Misty's bedroom.
Misty's bedroom overlooked the city one wall was mirrored glass the other three walls strangely unadorned. A king-sized bed dominated the room standing over half a metre high with an over abundance of pillows. As the women fell onto the bed they fell onto each other. Clothes flew Riah discovering under Misty's sophisticated designer elegance she was completely naked. Either on purpose or by design she had not worn underwear of any kind. Misty giggled and playfully at first then with lust pulled Riah to her once she had managed to untangle herself from bra clasps and slightly damp high cut panties.
One they were naked the room was filled with an eerie silence as if some boundary had been crossed from which there was no return. Misty pulled Riah closer so they lay breast to breast, hip to hip and mouth to mouth. The kiss lingered, they tasted and breathed other in all three senses working in perfect harmony. They broke apart aware again some point of no return had been passed. Misty took control laying Riah on her back and her hands seemed to be everywhere but not "there" long enough to register. Their mouths melted their breaths combined and Misty's left hand slid down to the junction of Riah's thighs. The touch, tentative at first brushed over Riah's core with such delicacy Riah felt the need to thrust her pelvis up wanting more.
Misty 'tutted' playfully her lips latched onto a burgeoning nipple and Riah's hips bucked when Misty began to suck. The exquisite pleasure of having her nipples sucked was making coherent thought impossible and she began thrusting her sex upward trying to mash herself onto Misty's hand. Riah began to pant first soft sobs as Misty sucked one nipple then the other her hand sliding along Riah's cleft not penetrating the wet warmth but slowly and deliberately sliding back and forth.
Misty teased and teased as Riah's core heated filling the darkened bedroom with the earthy fragrance of a woman sexually aroused her pheromones flowing from her heat. Riah was desperate needing to climax. Misty's fore and index fingers were wet with Riah's oozing natural lube and entered the sacred entrance slowly and carefully, she lifted her head from the left nipple she had been suckling and once again tasted Riah's lips. Her fingers slid into Riah's vagina millimetre by millimetre stretching and delving into a wet, warm channel the soft squishes that emanated from Riah's vagina adding to her own sobbing pants.
Misty breathed into Riah's mouth while she finger fucked Riah her hand moving faster and faster yet delicately not abrasively. Riah was muttering incoherently before she arched lifting herself off the bed and her inner thighs began to spasm and with a silent roar she climaxed before collapsing. She stopped breathing. For a nanosecond Riah's world stopped turning before functioning memory clicked in and she drew in oxygen. Misty stroked Riah her fingers soft and caressing, "That was the best ever" Riah whispered. Riah's breathing deepened and sleep descended on them both like the curtain at the end of a performance
Misty who was still tangled naked and in-between Riah's arms and legs woke to the sight of Riah's dark hair splayed across her pillow; their naked bodies tangled under the covers. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting their skin in soft gold. Riah's eye shadow was smudged and mascara a mess woke
"I need a toothbrush," Riah murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
"Use mine," Misty replied, laughing softly as Riah groaned in mock dismay.
What started as a chance meeting at an auction quickly became a whirlwind romance. Over the following weeks, Misty and Riah shared more than just a toothbrush--they shared clothes, routines, and a growing need to be together.
Misty adored Riah's quick wit and the way she could make even mundane moments feel magical. Riah, in turn, was drawn to Misty's playful charm and the warmth she brought into every room.
They finished each other's sentences, laughed until their sides hurt, and found joy in the simplest things. By the end of the season, Riah moved in, and together they built a life that felt like it had been waiting for them all along.
