Somewhere In Italy Pt 02

Note- Reading Part 1 is not necessary, but provides context to the relationship/situation.

Things had gone relatively back to normal between them, though Poppy felt anything but. How was she supposed to pretend they were just friends after Willow had just fucked her atop a yacht the day before? Every time Willow's arm so much as grazed hers while they walked, her pulse raced and lungs stopped working. She was having a full blown sexuality crisis while Willow had been taking shots and flirting with strangers all night.

Unlike her, Willow didn't seem to be affected by the whole thing in the slightest, and it absolutely infuriated her. How could she be acting so casual?

"Are you okay?" Willow asked her, breaking the silence in the elevator. They were headed up to their hotel room, back from a night of pasta and dancing. None of which Poppy had been able to enjoy.

Her stomach twisted. "What? I'm fine." The words sounded forced, even to her.

Willow placed a hand on her bare arm, making everything so much worse. "You've just been acting...weird tonight."

She wanted to scream. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The elevator door opened with a ding and she practically sprinted out, heading down the hallway.

"Hey!" Willow called, speed-walking after her.

She fumbled with her key card and rushed into their room, almost tripping over a pile of Willow's clothes on the floor. Ever the messy roommate.

Willow came in after her and closed the door softly.

"You should really clean up your stuff," Poppy told her. She wasn't sure why she was trying to pick a fight, only that she needed something to happen--some sort of explosion of emotions, and if it wasn't going to be sex, maybe she could get Willow to scream at her. Just to feel something.

Willow gave her a strange look, but kicked her clothes out of the way. She disappeared into the bathroom leaving the door open--neither of them ever bothered to close it.

Poppy sat at the desk and began taking off her jewelry, eager to wipe off her makeup, strip off her clothes, and crawl into bed. Her curls were horribly tangled from the coastal wind and the dancing, but when she searched the whole room and bathroom for her hairbrush, she came up short.

"Can I borrow your hairbrush?" she asked, biting her lip. At that moment she really did not want to ask Willow for anything, but she so did not want to wake up tomorrow with matted hair.

"Sure, it's in the nightstand by my bed!" Willow shouted from the bathroom.

She opened it and began to rummage around-- gum, some candy, a book-- when suddenly she saw the handle and grabbed it. Her eyes widened when she realized what she'd pulled out was definitely not a hairbrush.

She looked at the sex toy in her hand--the kind meant for penetration; vaguely phallic in shape but not realistically so. Willow had brought this on their trip? Had she used it? Poppy's face flushed at the thought of sleeping in the next bed while Willow fucked herself.

"Shit, you were not supposed to see that," Willow said from behind her. She didn't look mortified, like Poppy would be. More so...amused. It infuriated her even more.

"You brought this on our trip," she accused, waving it in the air.

Willow shrugged sheepishly. "A girl's gotta come at least once a day, right?"

"You brought a fucking dildo--"

"It's not a dildo," Willow corrected. "It vibrates."

Poppy's mouth went dry at the thought. She'd left her vibrator at home, thinking it would've been weird to bring it. It had been so long since she'd masturbated.

Willow's eyes sparkled and she bridged the space between them with a few steps.

"You can borrow it if you want."

"What?" she asked incredulously. "Borrow it?" She laughed, hating the fact she was blushing.

"It's okay to want to get to get fucked every one in a while," Willow told her. "How long has it been since you've been properly fucked? Well, besides yesterday."

Poppy didn't say anything, her body growing hot. Willow knew exactly how long it'd been--they talked about everything.

Willow ran a single finger down her cheek, making her shiver.

"Look at you," she said softly. "You're trembling."

"Have you used it here?" Poppy asked, finally speaking.

"Maybe..."

"In the bed?"

"In the shower. I didn't want to wake you. I can be...loud."

She felt her core tighten at the image of Willow naked and wet, fucking herself raw in their shared shower.

Willow leaned in close to her, their mouths almost touching. "You have to tell me you want it. Or it won't happen."

She didn't say anything for a moment. How had she become like putty in Willow's hands?

"Tell me, Poppy." The way Willow said her name was obscene, like it was something delectable and dirty instead of a little orange flower. Then, Willow leaned in and nibbled gently at her earlobe. It was enough to completely undo her.

"I want it," she breathed out.

"What?"

She met Willow's piercing gaze. "I want you to fuck me."

It was all Willow needed to hear before capturing her lips, kissing her forcefully. There was no gentleness, no softness now, just pure hunger.

Willow pushed her down onto her bed, straddling her as her tongue slipped into Poppy's mouth. She cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, making Poppy moan. She reached up and grabbed Willow's ass, pulling their pelvises together, trying to create friction out of nothing. She was aware she was playing all her cards, showcasing her desperation easily and quickly. But it didn't bother her, not if it meant she could move this along faster. Willow seemed intent on torturing her though, peppering kisses down her neck and over the tops of her breasts, exposed in her revealing dress. Pushing Willow off her gently, she ripped the dress over her head and threw it to the floor. She'd chosen a matching set of black lace underwear, unlike anything she'd normally wear. Willow had always inspired her to try new things during their friendship.

She bit her lip as she looked up at Willow.

"Fuck," Willow breathed out.

The reminder that Willow was just as affected by this invigorated her. She pulled the other woman down toward her, crashing their lips together. She cupped Willow's breast with her hand, kneading into her skin. Willow arched, grinding down into her.

"Off," Poppy said, helping Willow pull her dress over her head.

Her underwear was plain, beige and it struck Poppy that Willow hadn't thought anything would happen between them today. The disappointment dissipated when Willow swiftly unhooked her bra, discarding it and bringing her mouth to Poppy's hard nipple. The sensation of her sucking on the tender area made Poppy squirm. When she gently nibbled Poppy let out a gasp of pleasure. No man had ever elicited such sensations within her body. Everything inside of her was on fire, hot and boiling over with need.

Determined to keep things even, she fumbled with the clasp of Willow's bra, who eagerly threw it off. She took in Willow's perfect, full breasts. Her nipples were slightly darker than Poppy's, the same brown-pink of her lips.

Willow pushed her back down into the bed, tangling them into an embrace as they kissed. Poppy savored the way their bare breasts pushed against each other, heavy yet soft, nipples peaked with arousal. She felt Willow's hand trail down her torso, palming her clit through her underwear before pulling it off, Poppy helping by shimmying. Willow threw off her own underwear too, and Poppy drank in the sight of the dark curls between her thighs. She loved that Willow didn't bother shaving, loved that she didn't care what anyone thought about it. It made her look more real, more natural and at home in her femininity. She pulled Willow down onto her, their naked bodies pressed close as Willow finally allowed Poppy's tongue into her mouth.

Willow's hand teased around the skin below her belly button until she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please," she begged.

Willow smirked, then began to rub her clit, watching her face as she did. It was strangely erotic to be appraised like this as her body reacted. Willow began to move quicker, rubbing the exact right place Poppy had been convinced most of her life that no one else could ever find. She let out a loud moan-- it was all too much, it wouldn't be long before she--

Willow pulled her hand away suddenly, and Poppy let out a sound of displeasure.

"Not yet," Willow told her. She leaned away toward the nightstand and Poppy opened her mouth to protest, but when she turned back she was holding the vibrator. Poppy's mouth went dry-- it was large, probably larger than any dick she'd ever taken.

Willow shifted on top of her and she nearly groaned, suddenly all too aware of the warm wetness between her thighs.

Willow switched it on and it began to vibrate; Poppy bit her lip in anticipation.

She brought the toy down between Poppy's legs, teasing the spot just above her clit. She tried to shift upward, but Willow pushed her down firmly with one hand.

When the vibrator finally grazed her clit, she arched upward involuntarily as she moaned. Smirking, Willow brought it back down again for a moment before pulling it away. She was really enjoying torturing Poppy, wasn't she?

"Be a good girl," Willow ordered, and though nothing was touching her she nearly moaned at the words. "Can you do that for me?"

She nodded eagerly, hardly able to speak nor think.

Willow chuckled softly, probably at her desperation. But she didn't care. She'd never allowed herself to be ordered around like this before during sex; it always seemed so unappealing with a man. But with Willow...she would've done anything she said at that moment.

Then, Willow held the vibrator against her clit, giving her exactly what she wanted. Poppy moaned loudly, hoping their neighbors couldn't hear.

Just when she'd begun to see stars and it was almost too much, Willow pulled the vibrator away, pushing it at her entrance, teasing her open. Willow was going to fuck her with the same toy that had been inside herself countless times. She was so wet that it slid in with ease, and she gasped as she felt the length fill her, vibrating deliciously. Willow pulled it out then pushed it back in slowly; Poppy's head rolled back in another moan. She teased her like that for a minute, slow pushes in and out. The vibration felt amazing against her inner walls, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her without anything touching her clit.

"What do you want?" Willow asked her, voice low and heady.

She groaned as Willow fingered her clit softly. Willow knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed.

"Tell me," Willow ordered. "Beg me."

"Fuck me," she gasped out. "Harder, please! Please." She was nearly in tears--never in her life had she been so aroused, she was half convinced she'd actually explode and die if these feelings weren't resolved. It reminded her of when she'd first started masturbating in high school, the new sensations so taboo and unfamiliar that she couldn't get enough of them, even going so far as to masturbate once in the school shower because she just couldn't stand the ache, the need, the pressure.

"Will you be a good girl?" Willow asked her.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Yes. I'll be a good girl." She groaned as Willow rubbed her clit. "For you."

Willow's eyes seemed to glow as she pushed hard into her and pulled out quickly, then back in and out in strong, fast strokes. She was moving her own body with the rhythm of the vibrator, as if it was an extension of herself. Poppy looked up at Willow, breasts bouncing as she grinded herself against Poppy while she fucked her. She felt herself being stretched open and pounded into in a way she never had been before. Willow began to rub her clit again, a hard, fast movement designed to make her come.

"I'm gonna--" she moaned.

"Not yet," Willow told her. She tried to push off the orgasm but she knew she didn't have much time before it crashed into her. She wanted to be a good girl for Willow, she really did.

"Willow--"

"What do you say?"

She racked her brain for a moment. "Please," she groaned out. "Please, I have to come. Please."

"Fine," Willow agreed as she arched the vibrator upward, hitting her g-spot while continuing to rub her clit. It pushed Poppy over the edge, letting out a pornographic moan as she arched upward, her walls tightening and convulsing around the vibrator as she saw stars. Her entire body tingled as the wave of pleasure washed over with an intensity that almost scared her. Then, she slumped down onto the mattress in a pool of exhaustion. Willow pulled out of her and rested her vibrator atop the nightstand.

She laid on her side facing Poppy, tracing her fingers against Poppy's stomach softly.

"Fuck, you're beautiful when you come."

She looked over at Willow. "I'm sure I looked silly."

She wasn't sure why she was compelled to argue. She just never tended to believe compliments.

Willow propped herself up on an arm, leaning over Poppy.

"Don't do that. Don't argue."

She swallowed. "Okay."

Willow laid back down next to her, slightly closer this time. Her body was so beautiful--her firm breasts, toned stomach, tanned skin and the slight curve of her thighs. Poppy licked her lips involuntarily.

"What?" Willow demanded, smiling.

"I want to fuck you." The words came out before she could stop them. She felt presumptuous for assuming that Willow would want that just because she'd enjoyed doing it. But Willow had brought the vibrator, hadn't she?

In a surprisingly quick motion, Willow straddled Poppy, their bare centers pressed against each other.

"Grab the vibrator."

Poppy obliged, grabbing a tissue from the table to wipe it off.

"Don't," Willow said.

She set the tissue aside as she bit her lip. Willow wanted her come inside of her?

She brought the vibrator between them. Willow positioned Poppy's hand holding the vibrator pointing upwards, so Willow could ride it. Despite the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just had, she felt herself getting wet again.

Willow hovered above the vibrator, lowering herself onto it slowly with a groan. She began moving up and down against it rhythmically, moaning softly. Poppy watched her with fascination, honing in on the spot where the vibrator entered her, the point of connection, and the base of the vibrator pushing against herself.

Willow grabbed Poppy's breasts with her hands, squeezing hard as she rode the vibrator. Poppy felt helpless, unsure what to do or if Willow wanted her to do anything at all.

Holding the vibrator steady with one hand, she brought the other up to rub Willow's clit. Her eyes flew open in surprise as she moaned.

"Fuck, Poppy."

Poppy continued to massage her clit, judging based on moans when she'd found a good spot.

"Fuck," Willow breathed out. Then, she pulled Poppy on top of her, switching their positions so Willow was lying beneath.

Poppy began to push in and out of her with the vibrator.

"Lick my pussy," Willow told her.

"What?"

"Lick my pussy," she repeated slower, like Poppy was stupid. Her own pussy was practically dripping again.

She brought her mouth slowly down to Willow's clit, beginning to lick as she continued fucking her with the vibrator.

"Harder," Willow ordered.

She pushed in and out quickly, pressing her tongue in hard, sharp motions against Willow's swollen clit. She felt elated when Willow groaned-- it was satisfying to feel like for a moment she had power over the other woman, even when it was Willow's orders she was following.

"Harder!" Willow echoed.

She began to fuck her wildly and without abandon, sucking and licking on her clit desperately, needing to make Willow come more than anything.

Willow let out a grand moan as her body shuddered in pleasure, before melting back into the bed. Poppy wasn't sure if she herself actually looked beautiful when she came, but Willow certainly did. Like a Greek goddess.

Poppy pulled the toy from her gently, setting it aside as she came up to Willow, straddling her face-to-face. Then, suddenly emboldened, she kissed her hard, pouring everything she was feeling into it.

After the kiss, she slumped onto her side next to Willow. She nodded over at her own bed, suddenly sleepy post-mind-melting-orgasm.

"Guess I should get to sleep." She was hoping that by leaving before Willow could kick her out she'd save herself some heartache.

But Willow simply draped an arm over her naked body and said "Stay."