"Oh fuck! Right there baby, f-fuck yes!" Lena moans. One hand rests atop the lump of her girlfriend's head above the blanket, while the other squeezes her shirt-clad breast.
Kara hums from underneath the blanket, shrouded by the heat from the tight space and encased in the smell of her girlfriend's arousal. She grips pale thighs tightly as she buries her mouth further into Lena's pussy, sucking her as hard as she can. Her hips gyrate, chasing her release on the firm mattress.
Lena arches her back, legs beginning to shake with the buildup of an orgasm, "I'm gonna cum." She brings one hand to her mouth, breathing harshly through her nose. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum all over that pretty fa-"
The distant sound of a door slamming rips Lena away from her high. It's like she's suddenly had a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her. The sounds of high-heeled stilettos echo in the empty house.
Lillian's home.
"Shit!" She sits up and looks around helplessly, heart pounding in her chest. "Shit!"
"I know right," a muffled sound comes from between her legs.
Oh right, Kara's still licking her. God, it feels heavenly.
Lena rips the blanket away from her body. She's met with a red-faced, slightly sweaty Kara. Her baby blue eyes blink into the light and the lower half of her face and chest are slick with wetness.
Kara looks up, "Did you cum?"
Lena opens her mouth to speak but instead jumps out of the bed with Kara's hand in hers. Naked as a jaybird she thrusts the blonde into her nearby closet and quickly slides the windows open. She winces at the strong smell of sex in the air, hoping there's some kind of wind today.
Her pussy still throbs with the reminder of what was to come as she joins her girlfriend in the closet, right as her bedroom door opens.
"I thought your mom was on vaca-" Kara's voice is muffled as Lena slaps a hand over it, giving her a look as said hand is sliding off from the wetness.
The couple peak outside of the thin wooden doors of the closet door. Turning their heads to look at each other, they just now realize how packed it is. There's barely any wiggle room. Lena turns her head to look first, so they don't bump their heads.
Lena holds back a sigh as her mother calls out for her. She can still feel the phantom of Kara's tongue and lips. She almost stomps her foot like a petulant child when her mother begins cleaning up her room.
Kara turns her head slightly to look. "What's she doing?"
"Tidying my room." Lena sags against the blonde. "Which is just her way of snooping around."
"Oh."
The couple watched as Lillian neatens up some things, stopping every once in a while to snoop through a drawer or read a lone paper. They both turn bright red when the older woman picks up the blanket, wrinkles her nose, and mutters a 'Jesus christ.'
It feels like they're stuck in the closet forever.
And hell, Lena starts to get antsy after what feels like ten minutes. What with the way Kara somehow manages to get an arm around the small of her back, rubbing soothingly. It makes Lena purr and relights a fire in her that wasn't gone, to begin with.
Lena was so relaxed that she'd let the softest quietest moan escape. But as quiet as it was, it felt like it'd echoed in the quiet of the room.
Lillian looks up from her spot on the bed, holding open an old diary of Lena's. She squints, staring directly at them, but not really.
It makes the girls' blood run cold, they hold their breath.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the sound of a page-turning sound, and Lillian goes back to her prying.
The girls let out a breath. And Kara, fucking Kara has the gall to be smirking! Smirking! Cum stained face and all.
"What?" Lena mouths.
Kara wiggles her brows, and whispers. "You're still turned on aren't you."
Lena glares, squeezing her legs together despite herself. It makes an obscene squelching sound, proving Kara's point. "Don't look so smug."
Kara just ducks her head and smiles widely. She looks up suddenly a dangerous look in her eyes.
Lena silences her with a look. "Whatever it is you're thinking about, no."
"Leeeennaaaa," Kara continues moving her hand in soft circles again, feeling her girlfriend melt like butter instantly.
Lena relents. Curse Kara and her charm. "Yes?"
"I have an idea."
"Go on."
"So," Kara bites her lip, looking at Lillian's back through the door. "We both know this closet isn't very spacious. " She makes a show of trying to move by example. "But, I do have," she grunts softly, "some wiggle room."
Lena distracted by the adorable sounds of struggle, that remind her of something else, nearly jumps out of her skin when there's suddenly a hand cupping her sex. She feels like her soul leaves her body, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back as her clit is touched.
Lena reddens, "Kara!" She breathes shakily and leans her forehead against a strong shoulder, feeling Kara's muscles work as she moves her hand firmly against her pussy.
"We," Lena swallows heavily, jaw tight as she tries to have some sense. "We can't do this here, right now," she whispers.
Kara chuckles lowly and bites Lena's ear lobe, her palm sliding easily against the wetness. "Too late for that baby. Besides, don't you wanna cum all over my hand?" She ends the sentence with a particularly firm bump against Lena's clit, making the girl buck like a horse.
" Uhhgghhh, " Lena moans.
All thoughts of where they are, what they're doing, and why they're in this situation have completely left her mind. All she can focus on is the pleasant handjob Kara gives her. She humps her girlfriend's palm in the small space, it quickly becoming hot and stuffy. She feels herself build up again like before.
Sure Lena'd rather finish on Kara's tongue, but this, her palm feels fucking magical. So, that's what she does. Not a minute later Lena is grabbing onto Kara's wrist, guiding her hand as fast as humanly possible as she trembles through a long overdue orgasm.
Both of their breathing is harsh by the time they've finished, and neither one notices Lillian had been gone for a good while.
"Oh wow," Lena basks in the afterglow for just one minute, before guiding Kara as far away from her as possible, hoping to get some room to get on her knees. It works, and she quickly finds her nose buried into blonde curls.
What a good day to be back in the closet.