was in ecstasy, hearing Song’s voice. She didn’t want it to end; it was like an angel in her ears. But when she heard the shift from a moan to a whimper, her hand pulled back and froze in cognizance of the lack of control she had just shown. Song’s body remained tense and twitching a moment more, before collapsing down onto the bed with an exhale.
Marceline drew back to look at her with guilty eyes, and at the same time, was mesmerized by the expression of pleasure on Song’s face.
“Sorry, I … I heard your voice … I got excited. I’m sorry. I can stop if that was too –“
She was cut short by the shake of Song’s head. Marceline’s expression shifted from guilt to that of eagerness. She didn’t have to stop? Song’s hips bucked upwards against Marceline’s hand with her protest.
“But you made a scared noise …”
Song bit her lower lip, her eyes pleading, her heart racing. She didn’t want the moment to end. She couldn’t begin to explain the noises she’d made because it was her first time hearing them too. But she knew that she wasn’t ready to have this be over. She was entirely too happy to finally share something like this with Marceline. While it was true that she was a little nervous of what was going to be done, she still wanted to try it. She shook her head, in hopes that Marceline would understand.
“It …“ Marceline’s brows furrowed. “Was it a good noise?”
Song nodded eagerly, her eyes apologetic for having confused her. Marceline smiled, her index and ring finger paving a path as her middle finger restored pressure, getting a squeal and twitch from Song in response.
“You’re so cute,” she cooed in her ear as her finger went back to work.
Song’s hips stayed in their arched position, her grip around Marceline’s neck and shoulders tightening by the moment. Circling her until her finger slipped with ease, Marceline slid her middle finger down, slowly announcing her next move. Her lips pressed against Song’s ear as she found herself panting from the excitement.
“Tell me when to stop,” she offered before slowly sliding her digit inside.
Song gasped at the entering pressure, her hips slapping back down against the bed as her back took its place in its arch. Her moans were replaced with repeating gasps as Marceline wedged her finger in deeper until she reached her last knuckle. Song’s breathing was in a pant, her body in a constant shiver as Marceline kissed comforting pecks along her neck.
“Are you alright? I’m going to move it now …”
Slowly, Marceline’s finger began to curl and wiggle about. Song whined a moan, her eyes shutting as her thighs clenched on the outsides of Marceline’s. Marceline pulled back, granting herself the view of Song’s expression. She felt her own body grow hot with its display, motivating her to move her hand back and forth.
She sat up further, sitting on her knees and pumping her hand in a rhythm as she watched Song’s body go through its phases of reaction. She was mesmerized, her eyes glued to her dimly glowing figure. She’d never been this close and personal with another woman before, and she was realizing how beautiful their bodies were.
Song’s normally pale skin was glowing with a dim gold from the lamp on the bedside dresser. The curve of her ribs into her stomach was in a slow grind as she tried to cope with the pleasure coursing through her. Marceline couldn’t help but smile as she heard the repeated soft moans.
It was comforting, being able to hear Song’s voice, however mangled it was. But even in its mangled state, all Marceline could hear was a hypnotic melody. It was sure to become her favorite tune, if it hadn’t already.
Unspoken lyrics of a song of love.
9
“Ugh, again?” Jess groaned to Marceline after she turned down hanging out afterschool once again. “What are you, this girl’s slave ?”
Marceline rolled her eyes as she
Marceline drew back to look at her with guilty eyes, and at the same time, was mesmerized by the expression of pleasure on Song’s face.
“Sorry, I … I heard your voice … I got excited. I’m sorry. I can stop if that was too –“
She was cut short by the shake of Song’s head. Marceline’s expression shifted from guilt to that of eagerness. She didn’t have to stop? Song’s hips bucked upwards against Marceline’s hand with her protest.
“But you made a scared noise …”
Song bit her lower lip, her eyes pleading, her heart racing. She didn’t want the moment to end. She couldn’t begin to explain the noises she’d made because it was her first time hearing them too. But she knew that she wasn’t ready to have this be over. She was entirely too happy to finally share something like this with Marceline. While it was true that she was a little nervous of what was going to be done, she still wanted to try it. She shook her head, in hopes that Marceline would understand.
“It …“ Marceline’s brows furrowed. “Was it a good noise?”
Song nodded eagerly, her eyes apologetic for having confused her. Marceline smiled, her index and ring finger paving a path as her middle finger restored pressure, getting a squeal and twitch from Song in response.
“You’re so cute,” she cooed in her ear as her finger went back to work.
Song’s hips stayed in their arched position, her grip around Marceline’s neck and shoulders tightening by the moment. Circling her until her finger slipped with ease, Marceline slid her middle finger down, slowly announcing her next move. Her lips pressed against Song’s ear as she found herself panting from the excitement.
“Tell me when to stop,” she offered before slowly sliding her digit inside.
Song gasped at the entering pressure, her hips slapping back down against the bed as her back took its place in its arch. Her moans were replaced with repeating gasps as Marceline wedged her finger in deeper until she reached her last knuckle. Song’s breathing was in a pant, her body in a constant shiver as Marceline kissed comforting pecks along her neck.
“Are you alright? I’m going to move it now …”
Slowly, Marceline’s finger began to curl and wiggle about. Song whined a moan, her eyes shutting as her thighs clenched on the outsides of Marceline’s. Marceline pulled back, granting herself the view of Song’s expression. She felt her own body grow hot with its display, motivating her to move her hand back and forth.
She sat up further, sitting on her knees and pumping her hand in a rhythm as she watched Song’s body go through its phases of reaction. She was mesmerized, her eyes glued to her dimly glowing figure. She’d never been this close and personal with another woman before, and she was realizing how beautiful their bodies were.
Song’s normally pale skin was glowing with a dim gold from the lamp on the bedside dresser. The curve of her ribs into her stomach was in a slow grind as she tried to cope with the pleasure coursing through her. Marceline couldn’t help but smile as she heard the repeated soft moans.
It was comforting, being able to hear Song’s voice, however mangled it was. But even in its mangled state, all Marceline could hear was a hypnotic melody. It was sure to become her favorite tune, if it hadn’t already.
Unspoken lyrics of a song of love.
9
“Ugh, again?” Jess groaned to Marceline after she turned down hanging out afterschool once again. “What are you, this girl’s slave ?”
Marceline rolled her eyes as she
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