"Mmm," Mag agreed, still very much lost in the pleasure of the moment. On shaky legs, she stepped past the curtain and out of the tub. Mo watched her swaying hips as she crossed the large bathroom to a cabinet which held clean towels and linens. A thick, plush towel ruffled through the thick hair, surely tangling it up all over again. She rubbed the same towel down her shoulders and arms, chest and belly. When she bent to pat down her lengthy legs, Mo's heart rate increased once more as she got a nice view of swollen lips between her legs from behind.
With a soft snicker, Morrigan removed her eyes from the lovely scene to turn off the running water and drain the tub of remaining water. She completely pushed the white shower curtains to the side and stepped out herself, following Magdalena's actions and grabbing a towel to dry herself off in the same manner. She felt a dampened towel at her back, aiding her in the process by reaching places more difficult to dry. She giggled when she felt the woman kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders, her hands groping her buttox through the towel.
"Are you having fun back there?" she grinned back, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at the other woman.
Mag only hummed again as a response. The lips moved back upward until they were at Mo's own, kissing her deeply, dropping the towel as she explored her backside with rough hands. Her fingers dug into the skin and spread each cheek, pressed them together. Her thumbs teased between them, threatening to press into the little untouched pucker. The idea of being touched there had always disgusted her before. At the moment, the teasing made her nervous in anticipation of what Mag was willing to do to her body. She felt her breasts at her back, the feel of pointed nipples sending a shiver down her spine. Her voice reverberated through the kiss, sounding her pleasure in the moment.
It was unusual that this hotheaded woman could be so affectionate with her after their long schism apart. It felt like all the fear and doubt as of late had been for nothing. Perhaps it was the heightened passion that always gripped Magdalena this time of the month. Or perhaps it was the nostalgia of years passed that reminded the woman of how amazing days like these could be. It could have even been both, or something else entirely. Whatever the reason, Morrigan was ecstatic. This brought to her a boldness that she had could not have ever allowed to surface before with the woman. She wanted that feel of dominance and control back that she had once had.
Pulling away from her lover, she spun full circle, took hold of Mag's hands and yanked her from the bathroom and into her warm bedroom. Getting the idea, the taller woman willingly and eagerly followed, her own wish to own this woman showing through when they reached the bed and Morrigan was pushed to lay on her back. She bounced once, giggling before she pushed herself to lay fully on the bed. Morrigan reached up and pulled Magdalena to lay beside her. The werewolf crawled into the bed on her side and wrapped her arms around Mo's waist, pulling their bodies close. Their legs entwined, their thighs forcefully pushing between each others legs. In harmony, their hips and legs pushed and rubbed, stimulating each others sex while their lips locked.
Mo could feel the heat from Mag's pussy almost burning her skin, the natural lubricant feeling almost molten against her own supernaturally cold skin. It enticed her own body to pump her blood more quickly and she knew she must have been soaked down there, slobbering all over Mag's legs in their erotic dance. Both pairs of hands wandered and groped, caressed and scratched. Mo could feel sharp nails on her butt and the soft pads of fingers moving up her back, driving her insane with sensations. Her own hands wandered similarly, each pressing into Mag's small breasts, treating the fat and the nubs that topped them depending on how Mag's fingers treated her. When she felt pinches or scratches, she would pinch and twist herself, getting groans and moans of pleasure from her lover. When Mag was gentle, so was Mo, cupping her breasts gently and running her thumb in circles over the areola.
Their kiss ended and Morrigan opened her eyes to watch the blissful look on her lover's face. She was a fantastic creature, soft skin framed by her crazy hair. Her lips were full and plush, slightly parted as she moaned softly. She could feel and taste her hot breath against her lips and she wasn't sure if she wanted to devour those lips again or keep watching the masterpiece in her arms. Magdalena opened her eyes slowly, the dark brown analyzing Mo's own pale face, pink eyes and red lips. Such a contrast they were! So closely pressed together as if they were one, Mo imagined they must have looked like two clashing brush strokes on a canvas. Lightness and Darkness, solemnity and wildness.
Mag's view of their lovemaking was definitely not as artistic as Mo's. She was more impatient, more eager to reach the climax instead of enjoying the ride. Mo would enjoy the moment even still, no matter how quickly it passed by. Showing her impatience, Mag pushed Mo to lay once again on her back against the bedding. She extricated her long legs from the others and turned her body around. She brought her knees to either side of Mo's head and the albino automatically understood what she wanted from her.
