Tessa's brown eyes raise to meet hers. A lock of hair is tucked behind her ear, a dangling earring jingles.
"I want you to know that you can leave here whenever you want. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, and I was serious. I think that having you sit and bear it if you don't want me is worse punishment than I want to give you."
Tessa takes a deep breath in. She does not think Reyna is a bad person. Perhaps, a mean person, but her anger is just. Her wife stepped out on her; she is upset. "I can try," Tessa says. And it's because she wants to.
Reyna frowns.
"I don't want to leave," Tessa clarifies.
Nodding her head, Reyna stands.
"No? Then, come to bed with me."
Reyna extends her hand to Tessa's (to it, not to wait for it) and Tessa allows her to take it. Reyna leads her to the glass walls of the bedroom. This close, they are almost iridescent with color. Mesmerizing. Tessa frowns, watching the refracted light dance colorfully in the glass. But Reyna clears her throat to refocus her. Tessa looks at Reyna and her expression is unreadable. She doesn't look excited or guilty. She looks like Reyna.
"Come in and sit," says Reyna.
Tessa follows her into the room and eyes the bed. And then slowly, she approaches it. Tessa is reminded of how much she hates hotels. Hates hotel pillows and how they're so overstuffed that they're impossible to sleep on. Hates hotel floors and blankets that are always much dirtier than they look. Hotels remind Tessa of not affording rent and sharing a bed with her parents before her mother's parents died. Tessa sits on the bed and almost sinks into the mattress. She is not pleased.
"Sit pretty for me, baby," Reyna husks. "I think I want to look at you."
Tessa rests her hands at her sides to stop from fidgeting under Reyna's gaze. Today, she has dressed nicer (to look more at place in the expensive hotel, not for Reyna), and it is paying off. Reyna's eyes have become so hooded; her breaths are manually performed. Tessa's pursuer stalks closer and closer to the bed, her eyes a dark shade of black.
"Don't move."
Tessa doesn't move, breathes shallowly as Reyna looks up and down her form. Reyna breathes heavy and she is so close that Tessa can feel it on her lips. She shivers under the woman's cool gaze and the woman smiles.
"
Kiss?"
Reyna asks seductively, her tone like a serpent coiling around Tessa's thighs. And as if with a knife, she slices the thighs apart. (If her thighs open of their own accord, what makes Tessa different from a carrot?) Then, Reyna leans her back into the soft hotel bed that she hates and kisses her, which she likes.
The sheets are as impossibly soft against the nape of Tessa's neck, and she has to fight the strong urge to roll her eyes. And besides, Reyna is rolling like waves above her, tasting of her mouth again and again and over and under. The lips are plumper than Angie's and not disguised by lipstick and incessant moaning. They are soft and talented, do not need Tessa's assistance at all. For once, Tessa feels like a passenger and not the pilot.
After just a few seconds, Reyna's tongue is knocking at the door of Tessa's teeth. Less reluctant than she thinks she should be, Tessa accepts it into her mouth. The deep rumble of Reyna's moan vibrates Tessa to her core. Her moistening core.
Tessa begins to kiss back.
At this--Tessa's admission of desire--Reyna begins to graze her soft hands and smooth rings up Tessa's thighs. (One of them is her wedding ring, Tessa knows.) Reyna is very meticulous, her hands moving the same distance with every smack of her lips against Tessa's. Tessa flinches when Reyna's hands meet her hips, her lashes fluttering open.
Reyna's eyes peer down into Tessa's supine browns. "Do you like me touching you? You want me to fuck you, baby?" she asks.
Tessa reaches down to Reyna's hands and lifts them up to her breasts. "
Yes,
" she says. She does want Reyna, but she doesn't know why.
As if in stop motion, Reyna's fingertips begin to expand and contract around Tessa's breasts through her shirt. Reyna digs her nails into the flesh until Tessa cannot tell if it hurts and then she releases as if she were never there, only to repeat again. Her hips press hard into Tessa's clothed center. Moans quake volcanically from Tessa's chest.
Reyna slides the straps of Tessa's decorative suspenders down her arms. In a second, her hands are back at Tessa's waist to slip under her floral top. Tessa shudders at the cool metal of Reyna's rings and bracelets grazing her waist, but Reyna's pace is at a trickle. It is angering Tessa. To help hasten Reyna, Tessa sits up to slide the shirt up her torso and expose her bra. Reyna stays in her space while she does this, never offering to help. Tessa reaches around her body to find her bra's clasp, then she allows the fabric to fall down her shoulders.
"Just fuck me," Tessa says, looking down her perfect nose into Reyna's eyes. "Just..."
"You're so ready for me, baby," Reyna observes. "Why don't you ask me nicely?"
"Please fuck me," Tessa says, lying back down. (Reyna's frown pleases her.)
Reyna's hands travel lower down Tessa's body. This time, they do not pause, do not wait for permission. When they reach the hem of Tessa's shorts, they unbutton them with ease. When the shorts have been removed, Reyna begins the task of preparing her meal. Suddenly, Reyna's fingers are replaced by her lips on Tessa's calves. then down to her ankles (surprising, but not unwelcome).
She kisses the arch of Tessa's left foot, the soft skin under her toes, before placing the leg down gently on the bed, placing her lips at the crease of Tessa's knee. Her tongue traces from the bottom to the top of the crease, providing Tessa with a preview of her talent. Reyna's neck curves to the side then, to give her mouth better access. Her teeth bite at Tessa's smooth skin; her lips suck Tessa's thigh as if it is her vagina.
At once, Reyna pulls away, placing her lips on Tessa's stomach right above the hem of her panties. Hooking her index fingers into each side of the fabric, Reyna begins to pull them down. As soon as the panties have touches the floor, Reyna's lips are between Tessa's thigh and her labia. First on the left side and then on the right. Despite her insistence, Reyna is set on making Tessa wait (probably to build Tessa's anticipation...or Tessa's guilt). It seems like hours before Reyna's lips kiss their way to Tessa's dripping sex. And it is dripping.
"Is your pussy always this wet?" Reyna asks.
Tessa looks up at the ceiling.
"I don't believe that you want me like you say you do," Reyna notes. "Wouldn't you be more excited, if you did?"
"Reyna,
please
just fuck me.
God.
"
"Fine," Reyna chuckles. She looks down at Tessa before licking her lips.
Like the swoop of a bird's wings, Reyna trails her tongue up to Tessa's clit, and then again and again, as if she is bringing herself to flight. Tessa jumps at the foreign feeling. (Somehow, she is still surprised.) And once Tessa is moaning, Reyna tilts her head and begins to kiss Tessa's pussy as if it is her mouth. Her hands rest in the grooves of Tessa's knees, her tongue dips in the grooves of Tessa's sex. Groaning, Reyna kisses Tessa harder. Her tongue escapes her lips to swirl artwork into Tessa's pink, then darts back into Reyna's mouth to enjoy Tessa's flavor. When Tessa gasps that she will soon cum, Reyna hums a deep laugh into her center. She flattens her tongue and glides it up to Tessa's clit. Tessa's scream does not stop her.
Her lips sucking Tessa's clit into an airtight seal, Reyna resumes her heavy kiss. When Tessa flinches, Reyna holds her down tighter. When she moans, Reyna sucks harder. She does not stop until Tessa is howling and hoarse, until her hair is glued to her forehead and drool seeps out from the sides of her mouth. When Reyna sits up to wipe her lips, she is smiling.
"I missed that," she says.
And when Tessa doesn't respond, Reyna lifts her up to a seated position by her short hair.
"Why don't you get on your knees and lick my pussy?" Reyna asks into Tessa's face, her eyes darkened with lust. "You've been fucking my wife. Lord knows you should know how to eat pussy."
Nodding her head, Tessa falls to her knees at the side of the bed. She watches as Reyna begins to remove her clothes. Somehow it is more erotic to know that Reyna has retained her clothes. (She has retained her power, while Tessa has remained naked and open below her.) Tessa admires the curve of Reyna's smooth collarbone into the natural muscle of her shoulders. Reyna's breasts are not world-shattering but complement her lean frame well. Her bronze skin shines in the low light of the room. Naked, Reyna is radiant.
