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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

The feel of Helena shifting against her sent waves of pleasure straight through her body. She was slowly becoming so wound up that if Helena didn't touch her soon she'd take matters into her own hands. It wouldn't be the first time that she had used her own fingers to bring herself to orgasm. And if it came to it she would do it again. When Helena began trailing kisses along her neck and a hand began squeezing and caressing her breast her back arched off the bed. Her breasts were a sensitive spot on her body. A soft or firm caress would always elicit a deep moan from her, now being no different. The soft caresses weren't enough for Myka though, she needed to feel Helena's mouth on her more. The moist kisses that she she had been trailing across her neck and collarbone only intensifying the ache she felt between her legs.

Myka was usually patient when it came to making love to her significant others. Wanting to enjoy every moment until they would both collapse in exhaustion. But for so long she had been denying herself the caresses of the older woman. Ignoring what she had always known to be there. She had no doubt that the same could be said of Helena. Though she had not had sex in awhile, Sam being the last, Helena had been bronzed for over a century. The restraint that she had to be showing a constant frustration. With Helena's leg in between her own, Myka shifted her lower body closer pushing her center into contact with bare skin, letting her lover know what she wanted. Letting her lover know just where she needed to be touched the most. With her eyes full of arousal she grabbed Helena by the back of her neck and pulled her up locking her lips with the other woman's.