Page 125 of Under Her Protection

The scent of Vivienne and her naked body next to Leo’s felt suddenly too much to resist as Leo rolled until she was on top of Vivienne. She felt Vivienne’s legs part beneath her and Leo slid her right thigh between them until she felt wetness. She held her thigh tight against Vivienne’s vulva. She looked into her eyes.

“You want this?”

Vivienne nodded and her pupils were blown wide with lust.

Leo’s fingers moved on autopilot seeking out Vivienne’s wetness and as they replaced her right thigh and pushed inside Vivienne, she felt Vivienne open up to take her.

“Fuck,” she moaned with the delight of feeling the hot wet heat inside Vivienne and hearing her grateful moan.

Leo began to move her fingers inside insistently pressing against Vivienne’s G spot as her palm was slick against Vivienne’s clitoris with each movement.

“Fuck me,” Vivienne gasped beneath her and Leo didn’t need asking twice. She began to fuck Vivienne, thrusting her fingers and hand up and down between their bodies. She felt Vivienne’s G spot going spongy and heard the sweet squelch of extreme wetness and she knew what was coming.

Vivienne’s eyes were closed and her moans were getting louder and louder beneath her. Leo put her mouth to Vivienne’s neck and began kissing her roughly as she fucked her.

It was only seconds before Vivienne’s orgasm began to spurt like a fountain into Leo’s hand, onto her hips, all over both of them, again and again as she kept fucking her, Vivienne kept on coming. It felt like she would never stop.

Eventually Leo stilled her hand, her palm full of liquid. She smiled down at Vivienne as she opened her eyes. They were pale blue and warmer than Leo had ever seen them. She leaned down and kissed her before raising her right hand to Vivienne’s lips and Vivienne took her fingers eagerly inside her mouth licking and sucking her fingers and then over her palm. Leo felt her own pussy clenching at the beautiful sight of Vivienne licking her own pleasure from the palm of her hand. She ground her pussy into Vivienne’s thigh and moaned.

“On my face,” whispered Vivienne and Leo paused a second before processing what she was offering. She didn’t need asking twice. She straddled Vivienne’s head lowering her soaking wet pussy to Vivienne’s eager waiting mouth. She was so very turned on, she knew this wouldn’t take long.

Vivienne’s licks felt incredible. Vivienne’s hands were on her hips pulling her down onto her mouth. She felt her hips begin to move of their own accord as they ground down into Vivienne’s mouth taking her own pleasure from Vivienne’s face.

It was seconds later when she came loudly and fiercely, her orgasm running through every single inch of her body. She rode it out on Vivienne’s mouth and eager tongue before eventually stilling and lifting her hips slightly.

She laughed as she rolled off Vivienne onto the bed next to her. Vivienne was smiling widely in an unguarded way that Leo had never seen before.

"I would like to make us coffee,” Vivienne said, her face still wet from Leo’s pleasure.

"I will help."

“I will make us coffee. I want to. I have not made anyone coffee in twenty years. I would like to do it. You will sit at the table."

"Copy."

She got up.

She got up in the small grey-blue light and put on the cream silk robe, her beautiful dark shiny hair loose over her shoulders and Leo, in the bed, watched the door close behind her, waited a few seconds, and got up.

She put on a black T-shirt and the jeans.

She went down the stairs.

The kitchen smelt of coffee and bread. The bread was on the wooden board on the stone counter. The coffee was on the stove in a small pot. Vivienne was at the stone counter buttering toast and looking somehow immaculately undone. She looked lighter. More natural. Still commanding, but a gentler warmer version of herself that Leo liked.

"Sit down,” she said, and although still giving orders her voice was softer.

Leo sat.

The table was the long oak at the south end of the kitchen, in front of the glass doors that opened to the terrace.

Vivienne brought toast and butter and a small jar of apricot preserve and the pot of coffee and two small white cups on a small wooden tray, and she sat opposite Leo at the table in the cream silk robe looking beautiful and raw, and she put the cups out and poured.

"Black?”

"Black."

"Two sugars."