Or you can make them come

Watching Cayla openly flirt with the Dagaz had thrown Ava off her game a little, and she was determined to regain control.

That was until they'd left him standing there on the edge of the dance floor, and Cayla had looked directly at her, smirking. It seemed this was nothing but a game to her. She was provoking her, and although she hated to admit it, it was actually working.

They maintained eye contact for a few moments, before Cayla began to make moves towards the bathroom, and throwing a look over her shoulder, invited Ava to follow, but didn't wait for her. Ava quickly caught up.

The brunette was just as few steps ahead of her and as soon as she was inside, she reached over and locked the door behind them. Ava was sure Cayla was aware she was there, but she didn’t even turn to face her, and instead set about checking herself in the mirror.

'If that's how she wants to play it, so be it.' she thought.

Cayla took a few seconds just to fully appreciate how good Ava's reflection looked in that white dress and then she took a few steps, turning to face her.

When she'd gotten into the bathroom, Ava had felt like her entire body was on fire. If she didn't get to cum soon, she feared that she was going to spontaneously combust from the heat that had been building between her legs.

As much as she desperately wished Dagaz would be the one to fuck her, for some reason he'd turned her down the first time she'd offered herself to him and she feared he would do again if she tried, no matter how hard she worked her charms to seduce him. Either out of some misguided sense of chivalry, or maybe he just didn't want to take that next step with her for some reason. But the need she had demanded to be satisfied, and she couldn't deny it any longer. It wouldn't be cheating if they weren't technically dating, would it? They'd not exactly put a label on what they were to each other yet.

They were so close to each other that all Ava had to do to kiss her was to lift her head slightly. To her surprise, Cayla was the first one to make a move, settling both her hands around her neck.
Not really giving a shit if there was an audience in the bathroom with them or not, she didn't bother to check, Ava practically threw herself at Cayla, grabbing the other woman in a ferocious kiss and shoving her backwards towards the wall.

Cayla's ass hit the sink with enough **** that she heard it creak, but under the **** of the kiss she didn't much care if the fixtures suffered or not. All she cared about was herself, the woman in front of her, and helping them both shed as many of their clothes as possible, in the shortest amount of time.

“I'm not sure if this is a good idea.” Between hungry kisses that left her gasping for air, the rational part of Ava's brain tried to communicate.

Her fingers making a tangled mess through Ava’s hair as she pulled her back into the kiss, Cayla spared just enough energy to answer her. “Why not?”

“With the shade of lipsticks you're wearing, it's going to look like a bloodbath.”

“What do you have in mind then?” Cayla said, raising an eyebrow as she broke the kiss.

Ava grinned. “That it’s a good thing I don’t wear lipstick.”

Just as she finished speaking, she began to descend on Cayla's body, stopping when her face was the same height as the other woman’s navel. She looked up, offered a mischievous smile and caressed Cayla’s legs, sliding her hands underneath her dress and slowly pulling down her panties, without breaking eye contact. The brunette gasped in anticipation, letting out a muffled cry as Ava pulled her dress up above her hips and started to bite and nibble the inside of her thighs, running her tongue over each little nip she gave to cool the skin with her saliva.

Cayla grabbed her hair, trying to guide Ava's head to where she really wanted it, but she opted to take her time. She knew this was part of Cayla's plan when the shed flirted with Dagaz and she also knew she was following the steps she'd wanted her to take, so it was more than fair she got to play a little bit too.

As Ava reached her cunt and proceeded to lick her, Cayla groaned. Ava never said anything about it, but she loved how responsive she was, without sounding fake — even because given all the wetness she found down there it would be impossible for her to be faking. No one was that good of an actress, not even her.

She started slowly, licking everywhere but avoiding the other woman’s clit. She sucked on her labia gently, and despite the fact Cayla was obviously enjoying it she felt the woman's hand on her head trying to pull her closer.

Just to spite her, Ava gave a final lick from bottom to top, raising firstly her head and then her whole body, facing Cayla's indignant expression.

“What are you doing?”

Ava smirked. “That’s not how I wanna get you off.”

“What exactly are your plans then?”

“So impatient, you need to learn some control.”

“Just fuck me already.” she said, more than a little frustrated. “And don’t tell me what I need.”

Cayla nodded and set her hands once more around Ava’s neck. The smaller woman took the opportunity to grab the brunette by the thighs and set her on the countertop. She let her right hand trace her thigh until it reached her cunt. As soon as Ava touched her Cayla threw her head back, but with her other hand Ava pulled her face back, but her eyes were still closed.

“Look at me. Look at me, Cayla.”

Cayla **** her eyes open, and looked straight into Ava's eyes. The blonde slid two fingers slowly in her cunt, getting a loud moan in approval. Doing this whilst keeping eye contact brought an air of intimacy and vulnerability neither of them was used to, allowing them to feel each touch better and more intensely.
It was such a strong connection Cayla didn't even need to tell her to go faster or deeper, Ava could tell just by looking in her eyes. Cayla's hand slipped down to pusher her fingers inside Ava's own cunt, her movements mirroring the other woman's. As they approached their orgasm, the brunette's lips parted, all kinds of different sounds coming out of her mouth. It took all Ava's willpower not to kiss her again in that moment, but what she wanted more than anything was to pay attention to the moment, trying to memorize the micro expressions on the other woman's face and each and every sound she made.

"FUUUUCK, oh there. Curl your fingers up, LIKE THAT! OH LIKE THAT, SHITTTTT. YES. YEESSS."

Ava worked her fingers in deeper, until her palm was hammering against the other woman slit with a dangerous ****. She couldn't keep this up much longer, she'd break her wrist if she did. But she refused to cum first, this had become a power play now between the pair of them, and Ava was determined to fuck her into submission before she came herself.

"Please just make me cum. I need to cum so bad! Oh God, I'm so sorry! He's yours, you got to him first, you call the shots. OK!? Mmmmm, PLEASE! We can fuck him together, he'll love it! Or we can both fuck you. You ever had a dick in your ass and, oooooooh, and another in your cunt! I have. It feels amazing being used like that, ohhhhhhhh, having your holes. MMMM, but I need more! I need you to fuck me hard and make me cum! Please Ava, mmmmm, please babe, make me cum! Ooooooohhhhhhh Goooooddddd, aaaaaaahhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk, make me cum make me cum make me cum aaaaaahhhhhhh yeeeeeessssss!"

After what felt like an eternity Ava finally allowed Cayla to cum. She couldn't deny her, couldn't deny herself and orgasm any longer. It was Cayla calling her 'babe' that finally broke her down, and caused her to push them both over the edge. Not that she minded her calling her it, much to the contrary, it was adorable.
Her hand clamped down around the fingers inside her, and her orgasm rolled over her. She rolled her head back, and howled, not caring who heard them. Wave after wave hit her, each stronger than the last. She came twice, three times. She didn't think she had a fourth in her, and she was proven right as she felt her legs go out from under her. Fingers still inside each other, they slid to the floor in unison, one big tangled mess of post orgasm bliss.

Cayla pulled Ava's head towards her own until their foreheads touched. She slowly withdrew her fingers and pushed them straight into her mouth, tasting Ava again.

“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”

“Believe me, I know.”

As soon as Cayla took her fingers from her own mouth Ava took her hand and sucked on the fingers that were inside her a few minutes ago.
“I much rather taste you, but I guess this will have to do for now.”

They then stayed like that for a few long seconds, both desperately trying to get their breath back and prevent themselves from collapsing in exhaustion. Then they exchanged a little smile, and then slowly started to attempt to collect their clothing from where it had been strewn across the floor. They dressed in silence, not because things were awkward, far from it, the tension they'd shared earlier seemed to all but have dissolved, but because neither of them had enough energy spare to hold a conversation.