[Inevitably Firefly's legs spread wider, insofar as the couch would allow, malleable under Stelle's touch and letting herself just enjoy the moment and not think too hard about it, just letting herself feel. After all, if this was a dream, what did it really matter what they did? She really liked Stelle... wasn't this a natural sort of conclusion to that sort of thing? Maybe she'd just wake up in the morning and this would all be a very vivid, very wet dream...
Stelle gets exactly what she wants as she mouths and nibbles at Firefly's neck, a gasp and a whine escaping her as it proves to be a particularly sensitive spot for her. Her head tilts back and to the side, allowing her more room, lips remaining parted as she lets out an unsteady huff of breath. If not for the fact that her bathing suit was designed with wetness in mind, Stelle surely would've been able to feel just how incredibly wet she had started to become by now, the unfamiliar but tantalizing grind of her hips down against her much more than she was ever used to.
And she wanted to feel more.
Carefully, Firefly's fingers reach out to play with the band of Stelle's swimshorts and dip ever so slightly past the elastic, almost as if stopping to ask for permission before she proceeded, even though she surely didn't need it at this point.]
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Stelle gets exactly what she wants as she mouths and nibbles at Firefly's neck, a gasp and a whine escaping her as it proves to be a particularly sensitive spot for her. Her head tilts back and to the side, allowing her more room, lips remaining parted as she lets out an unsteady huff of breath. If not for the fact that her bathing suit was designed with wetness in mind, Stelle surely would've been able to feel just how incredibly wet she had started to become by now, the unfamiliar but tantalizing grind of her hips down against her much more than she was ever used to.
And she wanted to feel more.
Carefully, Firefly's fingers reach out to play with the band of Stelle's swimshorts and dip ever so slightly past the elastic, almost as if stopping to ask for permission before she proceeded, even though she surely didn't need it at this point.]