The soft glow of the television flickered over Ava’s face, but she wasn’t watching Ponyo anymore. How could she, when Devon’s fingers kept moving against her skin, feather-light yet distracting?

Ava swallowed, shifting slightly. “I—I can’t focus when you keep touching me.”

Devon hummed, the sound low, amused. “That’s kind of the point.” Her fingers, tracing absentminded circles on Ava’s thigh, slowed, then stilled—pressing just a little more firmly.

Ava’s breath caught. It wasn’t just a touch anymore. It was a question. A challenge.

An invitation.

And this time, she didn’t say no.

Devon’s smirk deepened. In one smooth motion, she reached for the remote and turned off the TV, plunging the room into quiet intimacy. Then she leaned in, capturing Ava’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. Ava melted into it, the hesitation unraveling from her body as Devon’s touch grew bolder, more insistent. She let herself fall, let herself want.

Devon shifted, guiding Ava back against the bed, her weight pressing down, warm and solid. Her hands skimmed over Ava’s wrists, then caught them—gently, but with unmistakable intent—pinning them above her head.

Ava gasped softly, her eyes dark with lust and desire. Devon’s lips curved, her gaze holding Ava’s for a long, heated moment before she dipped down, pressing a kiss to the curve of her jaw. Then another. Lower.

Each one a promise.

Each one drawing Ava deeper into the night.

Ava responded beautifully—soft gasps spilling from her lips, her body arching into Devon’s touch, as if seeking more, needing more. Devon groaned at the way Ava trembled beneath her, the way she yielded so effortlessly, pressing up against her like she wanted to be consumed.

With a deliberate shift, Devon moved between Ava’s legs, spreading them just enough to slot herself against her. The heat between them was unbearable, intoxicating, and when Devon rocked forward, the friction sent a shiver through both of them.

Ava moaned, her hands gripping at Devon’s shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make her shudder. Devon caught her lips in a kiss, deep and breathless, swallowing every sound as she rolled her hips, grinding down in slow, insistent strokes. Each motion dragged against Ava’s soaked underwear, their bodies pressed together in a slick, needy rhythm.

Devon’s free hand traveled down, fingers skimming over Ava’s stomach, teasing along the waistband of her panties before slipping lower, pressing just enough to make Ava gasp into her mouth. She was soaked. Absolutely drenched. And it drove Devon wild.

She moved faster, rutting against Ava with growing urgency, her breath breaking into uneven moans as the pleasure mounted between them. Ava writhed beneath her, thighs tightening around Devon’s waist, her whimpers dissolving into desperate little cries.

“Devon—” Ava’s voice was a plea, high and breathless, her body tensing, teetering on the edge.

Devon gritted her teeth, pressing down harder, moving in deep, rolling thrusts until—Ava broke. A sharp, keening sound left her lips as she came, trembling violently beneath Devon, her thighs clenching, back arching, her body undone.

The sight of her unraveling sent Devon spiraling after her, pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave. She buried her face against Ava’s neck as she came, hips jerking, her soaked underwear sticking to her skin as she rode it out.

For a long moment, all that filled the space between them was the sound of their ragged breathing, the heavy weight of exhaustion and satisfaction mingling between their sweat-slicked bodies.

Then Devon exhaled a soft laugh, lazy and satisfied. She pushed up slightly, watching Ava’s dazed expression before reaching down, sliding her ruined underwear off with deliberate slowness. The damp fabric fell to the floor, forgotten.

She leaned over, opening the nightstand drawer, fingers curling around cool metal.

A pair of cuffs dangled from her fingertips as she met Ava’s gaze, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

“Now,” she murmured, voice low and teasing, “let’s see how long you can last.”

Ava lay beneath her, wrists bound to the headboard, her fingers curling helplessly around nothing. The cuffs clinked softly as she tested them, but there was no escape—not that she wanted one. Devon watched her for a long moment, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Then, slowly, she pushed up the hem of Ava’s nightdress, exposing inch after inch of soft, creamy skin.

"Look at you," Devon murmured, pressing a kiss just below Ava’s ribs, her lips warm and deliberate. "So perfect for me."

Ava shivered, a whimper catching in her throat as Devon’s mouth trailed lower. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem, painting heat across Ava’s skin as she lavished attention on her stomach, the swell of her breasts. Then she sank her teeth into delicate flesh, sucking until deep, possessive marks bloomed against pale skin. Ava gasped at the sting, her back arching off the bed, but Devon only smirked against her.

"You’re mine," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she admired the fresh bruises forming. "All mine."

Ava let out a needy little whine, tugging at the restraints as if she wanted to reach for her, to pull her closer. But Devon wasn’t going to make it that easy.

She worked her way down, leaving more love bites in her wake, marking Ava over and over again until her skin was a map of possession, a testament to just how thoroughly she belonged to Devon. By the time she reached Ava’s inner thighs, her girlfriend was trembling, her breath coming in short, pleading gasps.

Devon spread her legs wider, bringing them over her shoulders as she nuzzled against the soft flesh, letting her breath ghost over sensitive skin.

"Devon," Ava whined, her hips shifting instinctively, seeking more.

But Devon only smirked. She kissed Ava’s inner thigh, slow and lingering, before sinking her teeth in just enough to make her yelp. The sharp contrast of pain and pleasure had Ava twisting in the cuffs, her moans growing more desperate.

"Patience," Devon murmured, dragging her tongue over the bite, soothing it. "I want to take my time with you."

Ava’s answering whimper sent a jolt of satisfaction straight to Devon’s core. She loved this—watching Ava squirm, watching her come undone bit by bit. She kept her kisses feather-light, staying maddeningly close to where Ava needed her the most, but never quite touching.

Ava’s breathing grew more ragged, her body thrumming with frustration. "Please," she finally gasped, the sound raw, broken. "Devon, please."

Devon hummed, letting the word hang between them as she placed one last, teasing kiss right at the crease of Ava’s thigh.

Then, finally, she relented.

She licked into Ava with a groan, savoring the first taste of her, the way her body jerked at the sudden rush of sensation. Ava sobbed out a moan, her thighs tightening around Devon’s head as she clung to the pleasure she’d been so cruelly denied.

Devon didn’t let up. She lapped at Ava’s soaked core with eager, hungry strokes, holding nothing back now, determined to drive her over the edge. She gripped Ava’s thighs, keeping her pinned in place, her tongue working in deep, deliberate movements.

Ava thrashed, the cuffs rattling as she tried to ground herself, but there was nowhere to run, no escape from the pleasure crashing over her.

"Devon—oh God—"

The words dissolved into broken cries as Devon sucked Ava’s clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue in tight, relentless circles. She felt the exact moment Ava shattered—the way her body tensed, the way her breath caught before she screamed, head thrown back, completely undone.

Devon moaned against her, riding out every tremor, drinking down every last drop of Ava’s pleasure as she dragged her through the aftershocks.

By the time Ava collapsed against the mattress, utterly spent, her body was limp, her chest rising and falling with shaky, uneven breaths. Devon sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

She trailed a lazy finger up Ava’s trembling thigh, her voice smooth, teasing.

"Now, sweetheart," she purred, reaching up to tug at the cuffs, "Let’s cum together shall we? I want your pretty fingers on me this time."

Ava barely had time to catch her breath before Devon was on her again. The restraints came off with a soft clink, but even freed, Ava didn’t move—she was boneless, trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure, her limbs pliant in Devon’s grasp.

But Devon wasn’t done. Not even close.

She took Ava’s wrist, her grip firm but guiding, leading her down—lower, lower—until Ava’s fingers met the damp heat between Devon’s legs. Devon groaned, her hips jerking into the touch, desperate for more.

"Feel that?" Devon whispered, her breath hot against Ava’s ear. "That’s what you do to me."

Ava whimpered, her fingers twitching against slick, aching flesh. But before she could do anything, Devon was moving—her hand trailing down Ava’s stomach, slipping between her legs.

A single finger eased in, slow and deliberate, and Ava’s breath hitched. Devon’s gaze locked onto hers, watching every little reaction as she curled her finger inside, drawing a helpless moan from Ava’s lips.

"So good for me," Devon murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Ava’s jaw as she added another finger, then another.

Ava gasped, her back arching as Devon stretched her open, her touch firm and demanding. She set a rhythm—deep, slow thrusts, each one pushing Ava closer, making her writhe beneath her. And all the while, Ava’s hand remained buried in Devon’s pants, her fingers moving instinctively, rubbing against swollen heat, gathering the slick evidence of just how badly Devon wanted this.

They moved together, bodies rolling in sync, grinding against each other as their moans tangled in the air. Ava clung to Devon’s back with her free hand, nails raking over heated skin as Devon’s thrusts grew more insistent, more relentless.

"Devon—" Ava sobbed, her voice breaking, her body trembling with need.

Devon could feel it, the way Ava was teetering on the edge, the way her walls clenched around her fingers, desperate for release. But she wasn’t far behind—her own pleasure coiling tight, building with every ragged breath, every needy grind against Ava’s palm.

The heat between them became unbearable. The sound of wet, fevered thrusts filled the room, mingling with their breathless cries. Devon’s hips jerked, her rhythm faltering as pleasure overtook her, crashing into her like a violent wave.

"Ava—" Devon groaned, her body seizing, her climax hitting her so hard she saw stars. She came with a shuddering gasp, coating Ava’s delicate fingers in slick warmth.

Ava wasn’t far behind. Devon doubled her efforts, thrusting harder, curling her fingers just right, until Ava shattered beneath her, crying out her name over and over again, her body tightening, convulsing, before melting completely.

The aftershocks left them both trembling, clinging to each other as their bodies pulsed with the remnants of pleasure. Devon collapsed against Ava, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to her flushed skin as she reached for the covers, pulling them over their spent, overheated bodies.

Ava shivered, burying her face against Devon’s neck, and Devon smirked, her voice thick with satisfaction as she whispered,

"You’re sleeping in my bed tonight."

Ava let out a weak protest, her voice soft and drowsy. "I need to sleep with my stuffies…"

Devon huffed, rolling onto her back, her arm still draped lazily over Ava’s waist. "Seriously?"

Ava nodded, her face pressing against Devon’s shoulder, her voice muffled but firm. "Mhm… I can’t sleep without them."

Devon groaned, but there was no real annoyance in it—just the kind of exasperated fondness that made her lips twitch despite herself. "You’re so damn lucky I like you," she muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to Ava’s temple before reluctantly pulling away.

Ava made a little sound of protest at the loss of warmth, but Devon ignored it as she swung her legs over the bed, stretching with a deep sigh before padding toward the bathroom.

The water ran softly as Devon washed her hands, then wet a cloth, returning to the bed where Ava lay, thoroughly spent and blinking up at her with hazy, contented eyes. Devon smirked down at her.

"You look wrecked," she teased, running the warm cloth gently over Ava’s hands, then between her thighs, cleaning her up with slow, careful movements.

Ava only hummed in response, too exhausted to argue.

Once satisfied, Devon tossed the cloth into the laundry bin and disappeared into the hall. A few minutes later, she returned, holding Ava’s favorite stuffed toy—an admittedly well-loved bunny—dangling from one hand.

Devon raised a brow as she climbed back into bed, watching as Ava immediately snatched the plushie from her grip and tucked it against her chest. "Happy now, princess?"

Ava sighed, nuzzling into both the bunny and Devon’s warmth. "Mmmhmm… Thank you," she murmured sleepily.

Shaking her head, Devon reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into comfortable darkness. She shifted, wrapping her arms around Ava’s waist, pulling her in close, pressing herself flush against her.

"Come here," Devon murmured, her voice softer now, edged with the weight of exhaustion. She buried her face against Ava’s neck, her lips brushing over warm skin as she exhaled deeply, completely content.

Ava let out a happy sigh, melting into Devon’s hold, their legs tangling beneath the covers.

And just like that, with soft breaths mingling and warmth surrounding them, they drifted off—wrapped up in each other, safe, sated, and exactly where they belonged.