Springwell Creeks
II
SAFI CHRISTMAS EVE
“You’re staring at me again,” Safi murmured, her cheek pressed to the cool side of the pillow, voice still thick with the last traces of release.
Marielle’s hand was a languid weight across her lower back, fingers idly sketching lazy lines along the slope of her spine. Marielle didn’t answer right away, only hummed and shifted closer, warm breath stirring the damp hair at the nape of Safi’s neck.
Fingertips brushed across Safi’s skin, down her side along the swell of her breast, then up again.
Slowly, gently, as if to map every inch of her body.
Her skin shivered in the wake, goosebumps blooming and every nerve attuned to that unhurried touch.
Outside the window, the small town of Springwell was quiet, all the chaos of December sealed away.
“Maybe I just like the view,” Marielle said finally, a little smug.
Safi let out a huff, but the edge of a smile tugged at her lips. “Mm, sure. I think you just like looking at my ass. Especially after you ruined me.”
“I like it when you let me get close to you,” Marielle countered, tracing a thumb along the dip just above Safi’s tailbone. “But yes. I like that too. It is a very nice ass.”
The admission sent a flush prickling up Safi’s neck. Heat pooled low as Marielle’s touch lingered, following the generous curve of her hips. She stretched and arched a little into the caress, letting herself bask in the comfort and the afterglow.
Marielle’s hand slid further, her palm gliding over the plush curve of Safi’s thigh before slipping between them, fingers feathering along the slick warmth left behind.
A shudder ran through Safi. A breath escaped her lips as Marielle nudged their nose agains her neck, breathing her in.
For a moment, Safi let herself soften, pressing her face deeper into the pillow, breathing in the musk of sweat and skin and the earthy, faint almond scent of Marielle’s locs.
The room felt blurry at the edges, soft-lit, golden, and dangerously safe. Too safe.
“You’re going gentle on me again,” Safi said, voice muffled but teasing.
Marielle’s laughter vibrated through both of them. “Maybe I just don’t want to bruise the goods.”
“You can try,” Safi shot back, rolling her hips just enough to grind against the edge of Marielle’s palm. “I like you better when you’re not so careful.”
Marielle shifted behind her, one hand spreading possessively over the full curve of Safi’s ass, fingers kneading deep enough to make her shiver.
They pressed in close, their strong body blanketing Safi’s, their small breasts and peaked nipples brushing warm at Safi’s body.
“How could I be careful, with all this right here? You’re fucking irresistible. ”
The bed dipped underneath them, sheets rustling as Marielle’s thigh nudged Safi’s legs apart.
Their warm palm settled at the nape of Safi’s neck, pressing her face into the pillow.
Their other hand slid down to spread Safi’s thighs, fingers slipping inside and pressing deep, working her open. Safi gasped into the sheets.
“You’re still so fucking wet for me.” Marielle’s voice was thick with want, words skimming filth and praise in equal measure.
Safi let out a ragged, half-broken laugh, her hips rocking into the touch. “You gonna put that mouth to better use, or just talk about it?”
“Since you ask so nicely…” Marielle’s hair tumbled forward as they lowered themself, kissing a hot, open-mouthed trail way down Safi’s spine.
Their plump lips and warm tongue pressed heat and promise over the dip of Safi’s waist. Down, down, each kiss heavier and more insistent.
Safi shivered, then gasped as Marielle’s tongue flicked low, tasting the sweat and the remnants of her last climax. Savoring the proof.
“You taste so good,” Marielle’s breath caressed her, warm and wanting, before their mouth covered her again, tongue greedy, coaxing her open.
Safi let her head fall, forehead pressing into the pillow and one hand twisting in the sheets.
She could have told Marielle to hurry, could have barked an order, but instead she hung suspended between command and surrender, want and satisfaction.
She wanted this, needed this, too much to care if Marielle knew it.
When Marielle finally slid their fingers between Safi’s heavy thighs, slick and certain, Safi rewarded them with a breathless little moan, pushing her hips up to meet every press, every curl.
The sweet touch had her nerves strung tight with wanting, the pleasure building so sharply that she almost forgot to be careful.
Forgot what happened when she let herself want too much.
Marielle pulled away, drawing a whine from Safi’s lips.
“I love how you taste. But you deserve more than just my mouth tonight. I want to hear how you sound when I fill you up.” Marielle trailed kisses up Safi’s spine until their plump lips feathered against the shell of Safi’s ear. “I love how you melt when I touch you.”
Before Safi could retort, Marielle pressed in, their weight sinking across Safi’s hips again, nudging her legs wider. Safi sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and lifted her ass ever so slightly, helpless to the way her body still buzzed for more, already aching for the next wave.
Marielle dragged the head of the strap along the length of Safi’s folds.
Teased and coaxed with each slow slide. Safi whined, hips rolling to meet them, chasing friction.
“You’re so needy,” Marielle chuckled, their voice a deliciously rasp, still denying her what she wanted.
“Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
She lifted her head just enough to meet Marielle’s eyes, hands clenched in the sheets. “Please,” she said, voice rough with want.
Marielle’s grip tightened a tad, their voice velvet-dark with mischief. “Please what, baby?”
The word—baby—slid in sharp and sudden, and for a split-second Safi wasn’t in the room with Marielle at all.
She was in Crickalade Bay again, back in the half-light of a different bed with Nai’s mouth at her ear, her voice hungry and low.
“Show me how pretty you beg, baby. Let me see you fall apart on me.”
The memory burned. Sweet, aching, and untouchable.
Only Nai had ever called her that. Only Nai had made her beg.
Safi’s breath shivered. She blinked, jaw tight, pulse pounding.
The old ache tangled with new need, turning want into something sharp and defiant, almost mean.
As if it could somehow retaliate against the memory itself.
She rolled her hips and let pride burn off in the heat, every motion revenge on longing itself.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered, voice ragged but steady.
She wanted to be ruined, wanted to fuck the ache out of her chest and head.
To bury old ghosts in pleasure and sweat and someone else’s hands, if only for a little while.
“That’s it.” The thick head of the strap nudged in, the delicious stretch and fill making Safi’s toes curl. “Look at you. So beautiful when you beg.”
Marielle set the rhythm slow at first, then faster, her weight pinning Safi in all the ways she craved. Every thrust knocked the breath from her, scraped her down to skin and nerve, demanded she surrender to the present and forget every name but Marielle’s.
“You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” Marielle’s palms pressed against Safi’s hips, pushing her even further into the mattress.
Safi strained, moaning, but what little pride remained wouldn’t let her give it all away. “Don’t get cocky,” she managed, biting on the sheets as Marielle pulled almost all the way out before sinking in again. “You still have to earn it.”
Marielle took the challenge, grinding deeper. Her hand snaked under Safi’s body to find her clit, where she rubbed tight, perfect circles. “Fuck, you’re swollen and dripping wet for me.”
Safi’s breath hitched—sharp, involuntary.
Every nerve in her body seemed to spark at once, pleasure building so fast it felt like heat pooling in her abdomen.
She pressed forwards into Marielle’s fingers on her throbbing nub, thighs trembling, the sensation almost too much.
The friction was relentless, all desperate want and sweet torment.
Every circle dragged a gasp from her lips, every thrust made her world shrink to nothing but skin and want and the feverish, rising need for release.
“God, you’re so fucking good like this,” Marielle growled. They thrust deeper, their body folded over Safi’s, breath hot against her ear.
The words spilled through Safi, raw and reckless.
Her whole body arched, every muscle straining for more.
Marielle’s hand didn’t let up the tight circles.
Every thrust pushed Safi closer until her world shattered, her pleasure cresting sharp and blinding.
She came with a broken moan, hips jerking, her body seizing under Marielle’s weight, lost in the heat and the sound of Marielle’s voice urging her through.
Marielle’s pace quickened, hips grinding harder, and sharpening the pressure of the strap as Marielle worked their own need higher.
Safi let out breathy whimpers at the raw, overwhelming intensity.
She moved in time with Marielle’s punishing thrusts, hips rolling, the strap stretching her perfectly.
She savored every greedy drag of Marielle’s hips, loving the way Marielle used her, the way their pleasure turned rough and hungry.
In those moments, there was nothing but sensation.
No room for thought, no memory but the ache and the want.
“God, I wish I could really feel you.” The pressure built as Marielle’s breathing picked up, forehead pressed against the damp skin between Safi’s shoulder blades. Their hips jerked, each stroke a dizzying rush, and their voice broke against Safi’s skin. “I wish I could feel you around me.”