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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells ([info]indelibleink) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
The moan Myka let out was a sign that Helena had found a sensitive spot on her body. Helena stored that piece of knowledge away for future use. The moan also went straight to the pit of her stomach, arousing her even further. The Victorian woman wasn't so certain how much longer she could hold herself back. She wanted to ravish Myka, but as this was her lover's first time with a woman, Helena was trying to cling to some form of rationality to keep from scaring her or moving too quickly for her. But even with that, she was losing her grip on that slowly. With each sound the younger woman made, the haze of lust and need was overtaking her mind more and more.

Feeling Myka shift her lower body and press her against Helena's bare thigh caused the Victorian woman to groan. Well, that was certainly a sign that Myka wanted her now. And more of her control was snapped, but where she lost the last of it was when Myka pulled her up and kissed her. Helena returned the kiss full force, pouring all of her passion into it. At the same time, she slid a hand down along her lover's body, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her underwear and moving lower still. Her long fingers slid along Myka, touching her at her core, a groan of her own pouring out of her upon feeling her lover's arousal there. Helena rubbed her thumb against Myka's clit, searching for the spot that gave Myka the most pleasure.


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