“I want you to take this off,” Malaika instructed, reaching for both their collars, not sure which she wanted disappeared first. “Maybe I should get mine off,” she offered quicker, reaching for her waistband.

Hanwi gave a low amused laugh. “Then let’s go to the bedroom and remove everything.”

Malaika nodded. The more she listened to Hanwi, the more she gave her sensible suggestions like how to get naked as quickly as possible. The only problem appeared to be the fact that neither of them were eager to let go of the other. “I think,” she said, “that for us to do that,” Hanwi’s hand slid to her hip, clearly intending to lift her leg, “we need to let go of each other.” She swallowed hard and lifted her leg before Hanwi got the privilege.

“So beautiful,” Hanwi said as she moved to her neck, gifting her proper kisses along the length of it. Her head fell back, her hands stretching over the length of the shelf, trying to hold herself up as stable as she could. “How can I move from something so beautiful.” She gifted her a bite which made Malaika release another ungodly sound.

“But, naked,” she said. It was, for all intents and purposes, meant to be a foolproof argument but even she was having a difficult time seeing the end of it when within Hanwi’s bubble of lust.

Hanwi let her lips off of her skin, instead letting her nose skirt about her skin. It was like unguarded kerosine; one wrong move and they were going to be engulfed in glorious fire. Malaika groaned, trying to lessen the delicious pressure growing within her pussy by riding her thigh.

Hanwi suddenly let go of her, taking a large step back. “Bedroom, naked,” she said, appraising her with those golden eyes of hers.

“Okay,” Malaika said quickly, not bothering to adjust anything about her as she reached for her hand and started directing them towards her bedroom. No sooner had she pushed the door open than Hanwi was already on her, kissing her like a woman who had been denied air for far too long.

Their clothes had come off. Malaika had not been sure how or when. Just that one minute they were suffocating her and the next, her nipples were being fondled in the way of high worship, the sensation sending sharp signals to her pussy, encouraging her to vocally beg for more attention.

“Tell me,” Hanwi instructed, rolling her nipples between her finger and thumb. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to pull harder than that,” she said and Hanwi obliged immediately. Each pull and circle created a delicious coil within her stomach. It was violent and vicious she could barely get her head to stop ringing. The air around was so hot and so shallow she could not breathe it in properly. She needed immediate release but much like the high, it was eluding her. In a choke, she said, “Down, go further down.”

“The down you are touching so gloriously?” There was an edge to her voice, as though she was struggling just to be reasonable about what was going on.

Malaika hadn’t realised she was touching herself. It was only with Hanwi pointing it out that she realised she had been pinching at her clit, following the same rhythm Hanwi had been following about her nipples. “I need more.” She spread her legs wider. “You said I could ride your face.” The bashfulness was gone and the only thing that seemed to speak for her was lust.

“I did say that and I intend to keep my promise.” her voice was low and high whiskey smooth. She got her drunk in the very essence of herself. She settled herself properly between Malaika’s legs, letting her thighs get dangerously close to her pussy. Just enough that she was a breath away and would need to move into her to relieve a bit of the pressure about her pussy.

Wolf sex, Malaika passingly thought then let a laugh escape. She really was living her fantasy.

She then banished the thought. Had she given it any more thought, she was absolutely sure she was going to pull away. At the moment, she was content with letting her lust-addled brain follow through with the ridiculousness of it all. Besides, she reasoned, in what world would she meet an insanely hot woman who was age-appropriate and wanted her as much as Hanwi did? When was she ever going to experience being the very definition of fire for someone else? She was going to revel in the madness until she got her full quench of it all.

“It’s all funny, huh?” Hanwi asked. Her voice was sin in the way it was the tap of her wetness. It elucidated this state of bratiness in Malaika who huffed and bit at her lower lip.

“Well…”

The well was never really filled because Hanwi’s hand moved from her breast, found her pussy, slapped her hand away and expertly pushed open her lips.

The cold air was savage in its kisses.