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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Every single thing Myka did was driving Helena mad. Her head was swimming, consumed only with thoughts of her lover, her body growing more and more tense with each passing moment, each touch. Her heart was pounding harder and faster in her chest, and in the back of her mind she wondered if it would survive this. The moans she made only grew louder and more passionate as she felt her lover's fingers move in and out of her. The way her body moved and rubbed against Myka's only heightened her senses that much further.

"Bloody bollocks," she said in a breathless groan as Myka kissed and sucked along her neck, her eyes closing, a look of complete and utterly pure pleasure evident on her face. And then all at once, it hit her. Her orgasm hit her and rolled through her stronger and more potently than she'd anticipated. Moaning out Myka's name loudly, her body released all of it's built up tension. But even as her released rolled over her, her fingers did not let up in their attention to Myka, her thumb applying pressure here and there, her fingers moving quicker in and out of her lover, shifting every so often to hit against different spots. Letting out a groan after the waves of her orgasm and released her, Helena panted a bit, but redoubled her attention to Myka, turning her head and capturing the younger woman's earlobe between her teeth and nipping at it. While her fingers kept moving in their ministrations, Helena kept moving herself against Myka, letting their skin continue to rub against each other. Her other arm was still wrapped tightly around her lover's back, holding her body flush against hers.