IR Ever After Part 8

Focused on Ingrid’s boobs, Riley caresses her curves. Ingrid’s softness has always been intoxicating. Tonight’s no different. There’s a brief kiss, and then Ingrid takes pity on Riley. She unhooks her bra and her bare breasts spill out. Her nipples are hard and erect, and Riley’s instincts take over. Ingrid gasps when Riley grabs them, laughs when Riley buries her face in them, then moans softly when Riley wraps her lips around a nipple.

Ingrid’s boobs are almost dangerously sensitive. If she’s turned on enough, it’s easy to make her cum just from breast play. But Riley’s in no hurry tonight. She sucks languidly, using her tongue to drive Ingrid wild. Ingrid responds by hunching forward and hugging Riley’s head, her body shaking. Riley’s leg ends up between Ingrid’s, and she feels how damp her wife’s inner thighs are. Riley just gently squeezes one breast while torturing the other with slow, gentle suckling. Ingrid sounds hoarse. She might be a little overwhelmed because she’s forgetting to touch Riley, which isn’t like her.

Riley decides to switch boobs with her mouth, which breaks the spell. Rather firmly, Ingrid grabs her face and tilts it upward. Maybe it’s her Viking roots; she looks fierce, although Riley’s not completely unfamiliar with this side of her. Ingrid can get intensely pushy when she’s truly worked up. Panting, Ingrid manages to wiggle out of her panties using just one hand without breaking eye contact. She pulls Riley’s underwear down enough to let her cock stand up, and Riley feels silky hair, hot wet skin, and then she’s sheathed in tight, hot flesh as Ingrid’s hips sink. Ingrid lets out a little grunt through her teeth and kisses Riley hard.

All Riley’s fantasies about her wedding night were more porn-like, and weirdly they all had her on top in some way.

In reality, she’s sitting on a bed in Sweden with her wife in her lap, rocking so softly that they’re barely moving. It’s heavenly, even if it’s not clear who has the lead in the kissing that’s going on. Riley’s arms hug Ingrid to her while Ingrid’s fingers run lovingly through Riley’s hair.

Ingrid presses her face against Riley’s and goes rigid each time she cums. Riley slides one hand to Ingrid’s rump so she can feel it flex in time with her pussy clamping down on Riley’s shaft. Ingrid’s kisses are only more savage after she gets off, and she never stops rolling her hips, trying to get more. Keeping the movement so minimal lets Riley last, but not forever. She finally has to bury her face in Ingrid’s bosom, panting against sweaty skin as Ingrid’s pussy agonizingly slowly massages what feels like gallons out of her throbbing shaft.

Time gets strange. Riley isn’t sure how long they stay like that, sitting upright, still connected. Ingrid isn’t kissing her, just sort of happily nuzzling her in an orgasmic haze.

Riley starts to shift, just the first movement in the act of lying down and pulling out.

Ingrid’s not having it. She gives Riley a look, then pushes her onto her back. Ingrid settles on top and snuggles up. Riley blinks a few times, still deep inside.

“We’re just…” Riley begins, blowing a few of Ingrid’s blonde hairs away from her face. “Just like this?”

Ingrid makes a noise of contentment. Yup. She wants to go to sleep like this. Well, Riley can sort of breathe. Probably enough to stay alive. She wraps her arms around her wife, who purrs. It’s fine. She can breathe in the morning or whatever. They’ll figure it out.

[ The End... but there is an additional epilogue here! ]