"Don't apologize." She said quickly, "and you don't have to stay still. Just let me get your pants off and you're welcome to move as much as you want." The last thing she wanted was for Meryl to feel restricted. This was supposed to be fun - for the both of them.
That said, Night Sky smoothed her fingers between her thighs a few more times before she went to work on unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. "Think you can let me go for a bit?" She chuckled, hand running along Meryl's thigh to indicate how tightly she had hooked around her waist. "If I don't get a taste of you soon I might lose my mind."
How does Meryl even begin to reconcile being so wanted. She's used to being the annoying, nosy reporter. The newbie. The plain and regular human. There's nothing special about her, and yet here she was being absolutely lusted after by arguably the most beautiful woman she had ever met. Just what was she supposed to do about that?
... Other than starting by letting the poor dryad move around some.
"Oh, right!" She lowers her leg, somewhat reluctantly. There is absolutely a pout on her lips though. Even if it benefits her, she laments that lack of closeness. "Better?"
Night Sky leaned down to kiss those pouting lips, "better. Thank you, sweetness," and then shifted back to her previous position. Now unhindered by Meryl's leg (which, for the record, she would have gladly let stay in place if she wasn't trying to wedge her head between her thighs), the dryad first got Meryl's shoes off, then promptly set to work hooking her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and tugging down, not bothering at first to try and take her underwear off along with them.
"Tell me if you get cold. I brought an extra blanket." She chuckled as she kissed her stomach, her hip, and the top of her thigh while she slid her jeans down her legs. Worst case scenario, she tossed a blanket over them both while she ate her out. Could be worse.
There is definitely a chill that grows all the more noticeable, the moment her pants are removed. Her legs do fold inward at first, as if trying to protect herself, but she quickly chides herself into opening them once more. As nice as the blanket sounds -
"I want to see your face, Sky." She punctuates this by reaching down, thumbing over the Dryad's cheek once before tucking her hand back into her hair. "I don't - want to miss any of this."
Hopefully, she would be warm enough soon regardless. Night Sky smiled and leaned into her touch for the moment it lingered, kissing the pad of her thumb before it retracted.
"Whatever you want, sweet thing." She murmured. The dryad dipped her head back down and resumed kissing over her legs, taking her time in appreciating the smooth, pale skin while she worked her underwear off. She was slow with that too, just to be sure Meryl was okay for the entire process, until she finally got them off and exposed her fully.
Night Sky nuzzled into the inside of a thigh, so close it would only take a slight incline of her head to bury her face fully in her heat. "Don't be afraid to pull on my hair." She teased, teeth nipping at a patch of skin. Then, she offered that first languid pass of her tongue up the length of her slit, bright eyes aimed upward to watch her response.
Meryl could get used to this. Not just the fact that she's now splayed out and at Night Sky's mercy (though she could absolutely get used to that too), but rather the gentle affection she displays at any given second. Even if she's one of several partners, Meryl's honored to even be subject to any of those affections.
Especially this kind. She startles at that first nip, before melting beneath the lave of her tongue. The wet heat that passes over every inch of her feels both intrusive and meant to be, all at once. Some part of her fights to tense up in alarm, just because of how foreign it feels, but a gentle reminder to that part of her has her legs opening up all the wider.
"Okay. Wow. Okay -" A giddy bubble of laughter takes her before she can process much else. Her hand, rather than tugging at her hair, smooths over the curls even as it tries to keep Night Sky held close. Despite her mumbling, she's fully enjoying herself, and the last thing she wants is to indicate otherwise.
Night Sky exhaled a soft laugh of her own, hardly offended by the giggling she assumed to be brought on by nerves. Her hand pressed under one of Meryl's knees, aiming to hook her leg over her shoulder if she let her, face nestled in that delicious heat. Her tongue lapped again between her folds, up to her clit where she lightly swirled around the delicate little bud with a hum that rumbled from the back of her throat.
While her mouth worked, the dryad shifted a hand up to reach for one of Meryl's, wanting to link their fingers together and give her something to grasp onto if she needed it.
The additional point of contact is appreciated, soothing nerves that she hadn't realized were there. She had little doubts about her decision to go through with this, but if ever she questioned whether or not Night Sky's interest was legitimate, this would surely put those doubts at ease. No one would go out of their way to be so caring if they were in it for just the physical aspect.
Her fingers are given a reassuring squeeze, before she loses herself in the next wave of pleasure. The knee around Night Sky's head draws inward, almost trapping the dryad between her legs. The hand in her hair does indeed pull, but only for a second. It's followed by a gentle soothing of those curls.
"You feel so - " She shudders bodily, erasing whatever she'd been planning on saying from her mind.
There was something to be said for how Meryl always seemed to try and draw her closer - be it with the leg wrapped around her waist or hooked behind her head, the other woman always tried to pull her in. It felt good to be so desired; made the heat roiling in her own belly all the more prominent. If she had a hand to spare, she would be trying to get herself off at the same time.
Alas, her hands were just as busy as her mouth was. While she teased her lips and tongue around Meryl's clit, dipping down occassionally to slick along her folds, the hand not currently gripping Meryl's slid down, under Night Sky's chin and let a digit press into her, curling at the knuckle to brush along her inner walls. Night Sky moaned when she tugged on her hair, the sound vibrating against the bundle of nerves she was so focused on; her half-lidded gaze still focused upward.
Though she's done her best to keep her noises mostly choked down, the combined vibrations against her clit and the inward motion simultaneously force a sound near to a squeal out of her. She claps a hand β the one only just buried within Night Sky's hair β over her mouth, keeping it there long after the sound abates. She's left panting roughing into it.
"Sky - Night Sky, please - " Her body shakes with want, almost overwhelmed by the desire now pounding through her. Foreign and unfamiliar as some of it is, she knows one thing: she wants more.
Night Sky probably could have dislodged herself long enough to give a proper response - but she did not care to exert more energy than necessary for anything beyond bringing the woman to climax. So she simply hummed her reply again, squeezed her hand, and continued her passionate onslaught.
Her finger worked inside her in a slow thrusting motion, over and over with the occasional curling of her knuckle. With the soft pleas, she added a second that slipped easily through the slickness; filling her just a little more while Night Sky lapped hungrily at her folds, head tilting so she could angle the bridge of her nose against her clit and thrust her tongue in with her fingers, encouraging her to grind into her face.
On her own, Meryl never would have considered riding Night Sky's face. But it's been clear since the outset that Sky would push her beyond some of her old boundaries. Not in any sort of negative way, but a gradual guidance that helped ease Meryl's own doubts.
All that is to say, the combined stimulation has the intended effect. She grinds up against the source of all her pleasure, hips moving with rapid, erratic twitches. Part of her thinks to apologize, but her mouth is too occupied outright crooning Night Sky's name.
So much for subtlety. Any attempt at that had gone out of the window. Right now, all Meryl can focus on is the building heat in her stomach, reaching a point of tension that felt almost unbearable.
"Ah - Sky I'm - " She can't manage anything else, ragged pants and moans leaving her instead.
Maybe, if she was lucky, she could convince Meryl to literally ride her face in the future. This was more than sufficient in the meantime though, her face smothered in her heat, tongue twisting inside her just above her thrusting fingers. Night Sky closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of slickness on her skin, on the twitching of muscles around her tongue and fingers and the beautiful sounds Meryl made while she eased toward her peak.
"Mmmn." She moaned against her. Somehow, she sounded encouraging; insistent. If she had the means to speak without dislodging Meryl, she would clearly be urging her to let go. To further emphasize it, she bobbed her head slightly to rub her nose against her clit. Squeezed her hand tightly.
It's hard to say what proves to be Meryl's undoing. Somewhere between the vibrations of that moan and the careful brushing against her clit, she goes tumbling over the edge. By some small miracle she doesn't cry out. Instead, her back arches upward in desperation, while her chest heaves with faint little gasps, each punctuated by a very faint ah.
There are so many stars in the sky. And all at once, they duplicate as pleasure pulsates through her. For a span of seconds that lasts nearly an eternity, Meryl feels blank. Hollowed out, and filled only with pleasure and satisfaction.
Eventually her body lowers back to the ground, but it still twitches with the occasional flood of warmth.
Night Sky kept a tight grip on her hand, grounding her for the duration of her orgasm while her tongue and lips and fingers worked her through it elsewhere. Her pace was hard and fast at first, then slowed on the descent; stilling completely by the time Meryl's body sank back into the blanket below her.
With one last languid lap of her tongue, Night Sky pulled her fingers free of her and reached back to carefully grasp Meryl's leg and lower it from her shoulder so she could push herself up. The dryad's face glistened with slickness that she eagerly licked away with her tongue or swiped away with her fingers so she could suck them clean. "Mmn. You taste fucking delicious." She said, wiping her hand clean of her saliva before she smoothed it along Meryl's front and up to her cheek. "You okay, sweetness?"
Still mildly disorented, Meryl can only shudder as she hears that first whisper. Her eyes flutter open, leaving her unsure as to when they'd been closed in the first place. It takes a second to focus on Night Sky, or to even process the way the dryad's hand glides over her skin.
"Mmn?" She can't help but look quizzically up at her. Why wouldn't she be okay after all of that? "I don't think I've felt this good in... ever, honestly."
She rubs at her neck with a faint grin. It shouldn't surprise her how rough her voice already sounds but. Here we are.
"Always good to ask." She chuckled, leaning in to kiss her, slow and sweet on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." And she might have been preening a bit; proud of herself for her stellar performance and the obvious lasting impression she left on Meryl. Night Sky slowly loosened her grip from her hand and moved to settle beside her, searching for the blanket she mentioned earlier so she could drape it over Meryl's bare lower half. "You're cute."
Night Sky might be preening, but it's not like she hasn't earned it. Meryl certainly thinks so, humming her own praise as she reaches up to scratch her fingers against the womann's scalp. The blanket is appreciated, even if she probably should get dressed here soon.
Night Sky leaned into the affection, reaching blindly beside her for a piece of fruit to pop into her mouth. Couldn't quite compare to how sweet Meryl tasted, but it wasn't bad.
"Hm?" She hummed curiously. "Oh. Nah, you don't have to." Night Sky was plenty satisfied getting Meryl off and enlightening her to the world of being eaten out. "I'm good."
Meryl can't really help herself. The way Night Sky goes back to eating so casually makes her lose it. She buries her face against her own arm and begins to laugh. It's breathless and giddy, but hard enough to make her start to tear up.
"I guess I'm used to it." She said with a shrug. "Sex is familiar and easy for me - I know how to please people like that." A faint hint of a smirk curved her mouth upward when she looked to Meryl again. As evidenced by how good the other woman seemed to feel after her performance, apparently. "It's when people stick around that I don't really know what to do."
Her expression faded slightly, and she hid it as best she could by shoving some bread and cheese into her mouth. "I'm not used to people wanting me for more than that. Not that I'm saying you don't- just that I'm not as casual and confident as you think I am."
"Always easier to stumble through things with someone else." She laughed.
Night Sky leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Mmm. I trust you. And I'd like to do this again." A beat. "And finish this meal. Sorry for... distracting us."
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That said, Night Sky smoothed her fingers between her thighs a few more times before she went to work on unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. "Think you can let me go for a bit?" She chuckled, hand running along Meryl's thigh to indicate how tightly she had hooked around her waist. "If I don't get a taste of you soon I might lose my mind."
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... Other than starting by letting the poor dryad move around some.
"Oh, right!" She lowers her leg, somewhat reluctantly. There is absolutely a pout on her lips though. Even if it benefits her, she laments that lack of closeness. "Better?"
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"Tell me if you get cold. I brought an extra blanket." She chuckled as she kissed her stomach, her hip, and the top of her thigh while she slid her jeans down her legs. Worst case scenario, she tossed a blanket over them both while she ate her out. Could be worse.
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"I want to see your face, Sky." She punctuates this by reaching down, thumbing over the Dryad's cheek once before tucking her hand back into her hair. "I don't - want to miss any of this."
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"Whatever you want, sweet thing." She murmured. The dryad dipped her head back down and resumed kissing over her legs, taking her time in appreciating the smooth, pale skin while she worked her underwear off. She was slow with that too, just to be sure Meryl was okay for the entire process, until she finally got them off and exposed her fully.
Night Sky nuzzled into the inside of a thigh, so close it would only take a slight incline of her head to bury her face fully in her heat. "Don't be afraid to pull on my hair." She teased, teeth nipping at a patch of skin. Then, she offered that first languid pass of her tongue up the length of her slit, bright eyes aimed upward to watch her response.
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Especially this kind. She startles at that first nip, before melting beneath the lave of her tongue. The wet heat that passes over every inch of her feels both intrusive and meant to be, all at once. Some part of her fights to tense up in alarm, just because of how foreign it feels, but a gentle reminder to that part of her has her legs opening up all the wider.
"Okay. Wow. Okay -" A giddy bubble of laughter takes her before she can process much else. Her hand, rather than tugging at her hair, smooths over the curls even as it tries to keep Night Sky held close. Despite her mumbling, she's fully enjoying herself, and the last thing she wants is to indicate otherwise.
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While her mouth worked, the dryad shifted a hand up to reach for one of Meryl's, wanting to link their fingers together and give her something to grasp onto if she needed it.
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Her fingers are given a reassuring squeeze, before she loses herself in the next wave of pleasure. The knee around Night Sky's head draws inward, almost trapping the dryad between her legs. The hand in her hair does indeed pull, but only for a second. It's followed by a gentle soothing of those curls.
"You feel so - " She shudders bodily, erasing whatever she'd been planning on saying from her mind.
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Alas, her hands were just as busy as her mouth was. While she teased her lips and tongue around Meryl's clit, dipping down occassionally to slick along her folds, the hand not currently gripping Meryl's slid down, under Night Sky's chin and let a digit press into her, curling at the knuckle to brush along her inner walls. Night Sky moaned when she tugged on her hair, the sound vibrating against the bundle of nerves she was so focused on; her half-lidded gaze still focused upward.
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"Sky - Night Sky, please - " Her body shakes with want, almost overwhelmed by the desire now pounding through her. Foreign and unfamiliar as some of it is, she knows one thing: she wants more.
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Her finger worked inside her in a slow thrusting motion, over and over with the occasional curling of her knuckle. With the soft pleas, she added a second that slipped easily through the slickness; filling her just a little more while Night Sky lapped hungrily at her folds, head tilting so she could angle the bridge of her nose against her clit and thrust her tongue in with her fingers, encouraging her to grind into her face.
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All that is to say, the combined stimulation has the intended effect. She grinds up against the source of all her pleasure, hips moving with rapid, erratic twitches. Part of her thinks to apologize, but her mouth is too occupied outright crooning Night Sky's name.
So much for subtlety. Any attempt at that had gone out of the window. Right now, all Meryl can focus on is the building heat in her stomach, reaching a point of tension that felt almost unbearable.
"Ah - Sky I'm - " She can't manage anything else, ragged pants and moans leaving her instead.
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"Mmmn." She moaned against her. Somehow, she sounded encouraging; insistent. If she had the means to speak without dislodging Meryl, she would clearly be urging her to let go. To further emphasize it, she bobbed her head slightly to rub her nose against her clit. Squeezed her hand tightly.
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There are so many stars in the sky. And all at once, they duplicate as pleasure pulsates through her. For a span of seconds that lasts nearly an eternity, Meryl feels blank. Hollowed out, and filled only with pleasure and satisfaction.
Eventually her body lowers back to the ground, but it still twitches with the occasional flood of warmth.
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With one last languid lap of her tongue, Night Sky pulled her fingers free of her and reached back to carefully grasp Meryl's leg and lower it from her shoulder so she could push herself up. The dryad's face glistened with slickness that she eagerly licked away with her tongue or swiped away with her fingers so she could suck them clean. "Mmn. You taste fucking delicious." She said, wiping her hand clean of her saliva before she smoothed it along Meryl's front and up to her cheek. "You okay, sweetness?"
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"Mmn?" She can't help but look quizzically up at her. Why wouldn't she be okay after all of that? "I don't think I've felt this good in... ever, honestly."
She rubs at her neck with a faint grin. It shouldn't surprise her how rough her voice already sounds but. Here we are.
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"Should I - I mean... Do you want anything?"
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"Hm?" She hummed curiously. "Oh. Nah, you don't have to." Night Sky was plenty satisfied getting Meryl off and enlightening her to the world of being eaten out. "I'm good."
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"You're - You're ridiculous."
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She looked down, confused, and then chuckled softly. "So I've been told. Why am I ridiculous this time though?"
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Meryl reaches for a piece of fruit, herself. Funny, how it isn't nearly as good now that she's gotten a taste of that.
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Her expression faded slightly, and she hid it as best she could by shoving some bread and cheese into her mouth. "I'm not used to people wanting me for more than that. Not that I'm saying you don't- just that I'm not as casual and confident as you think I am."
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It makes her feel a little better that she's not the only one floundering. Not in this regard.
"At least you don't have to doubt that with me, right?
At least, she hopes that's the case.
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Night Sky leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Mmm. I trust you. And I'd like to do this again." A beat. "And finish this meal. Sorry for... distracting us."
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