Amaranthine

Cait nodded, not actually hearing what the girl had said, but certain she hadn’t missed anything. The jiggly bottle blonde had seemed like just her type, arms above her head, swaying her hips on the dance floor. The way she’d shivered under Cait’s hands as she danced behind her had let her know the feeling was mutual.

Then she’d followed Cait to the bar for a drink. Normally, this would be the beginning of the end of things, but after half an hour of listening to an extended sales pitch on a meme coin, she was 90% sure her dick had retreated back inside of her.

Maybe I should flip this. Take her home anyway, get a little rough…..

She ran her eyes over the girl’s body, generous curves barely covered under a mesh top and tight skirt. But then she started talking about the white paper and potential RTI again, and Cait didn’t feel so much as a twitch downstairs.

Nah, that’d just be reinforcing this. I’m not rewarding her with the night of her life for trying to hit me with a crypto scam.

The bartender clinked down a double shot of something honey brown in front of Cait, inclining his head across the bar when Cait met his eyes. She picked up the glass, following the motion to another pair of eyes, bright hazel, and gleaming with amusement. The woman had short black hair in a pixie cut, high cheekbones, and the kind of lips that just made you wonder. She looked a little older than most of the crowd at the club, maybe early 30s, but that wasn’t even close to a point against her, as she wore the few extra years the same way wine would, the weight of a little more experience keeping Cait’s gaze locked on her own.

She smirked, and those fantastic lips twitched up before they moved, a hand forming signs just below her mouth.

‘Looked like you needed it’

The woman wore an easy smile as she finished, widening into a genuine grin when Cait signed back.

‘You have no idea’

Cait threw her head back, letting the liquid burn down her throat. It wasn’t particularly good whiskey, but it woke her up, and warmed her chest. An excellent choice for the situation.

“Gonna hit the bathroom,” she lied to the girl next to her, moving away quickly and confidently, hoping she wouldn’t follow.

Cait looped around the bar, finding the back of the woman who had bought her a drink.

Damn. Those jeans fit like paint, but I’d like to see Van Gogh manage to paint an ass that nice.

The woman had flowing tattoos poking out from under the black crop top she wore, reaching just high enough on her neck that she probably didn’t work an office job. When she turned, quirking a knowing eyebrow at Cait, she also saw a spiked armband tat around her left bicep, before she elbowed in next to her. The slow, hungry smile she gave Cait when the Amazon pressed in next to her cemented her categorization in her mind.

Yep, this girl thinks she’s my dommy mommy. She has no idea what she’s getting in to.

Before Cait spoke, she touched a finger to her ear. It was unusual for someone to know fluent ASL if they weren’t deaf, and Cait only knew it since her mother had been a speechpathologist.

The woman nodded, looking up at Cait from nearly a full foot below her, but still managing to look like she was on the same level.

‘Don’t worry,’ she signed, ‘I’ll be watching your lips.’

“No trouble for me to sign,” Cait responded, matching the woman’s predatory smile with her own and signing along with her words, “Unless you’re worried about my fingers getting tired?”

The woman rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched upwards in a more genuine smile than she wanted to let show on her face.

“I’m Cait. What’s your name?” Cait asked, continuing to sign, ending with a flourish into holding her hand out for the woman to shake.

She took it, signing Cori with her free hand. Cait didn’t let go of her hand, casually resting her own over it as she brought them both back to the bar, getting a surprised look from Cori, but no protest.

“Well, Cori, can I interest you in FlowCoin? I just learned more than I ever wanted to know about the NAAC’s only eco-friendly cryptocurrency backed by a DSM Guardian,” Cait asked, grinning down at Cori. The woman let out a barking kind of laugh, her carefully composed face breaking for a moment. She covered her mouth, clearly embarrassed by the sound.

“Don’t,” Cait protested, frowning exaggeratedly at her. “If you don’t actually laugh, how am I supposed to know I’m charming you?”

She moved her hand from over Cori’s to rest on the swell of her hip, while the woman looked up at her through long eyelashes.

“Plus, I’m watching your lips too. I can understand your signing just fine, they’re just so fucking sexy.”

Cori tilted her head up towards Cait, and the Amazon let her gaze slip, appreciating the graceful curve of her long neck before focusing back on those full, upturned lips. Cait brought her own down to meet them, finding that they tasted like much better whiskey than the drink Cori had sent her. Cori grimaced cartoonishly, teasing Cait when she finally pulled back from the long, soft kiss.

‘I should have bought you better whiskey,” she signed, letting her lips rise back into a full toothed smile.

‘You tasted just fine,’ Cait signed back, ‘in fact…..’

Cait brought her hand closer to Cori’s face with every gesture, ending just below her chin, cupping it and lowering herself to kiss her again. Deeper, and savoring, she let Cori’s mouth speak to hers in the only way it needed to. Her bright hazel eyes were fixed on her lips when Cait finally pulled away.

“Dance?” Cait asked, knowing that Cori would pick up that word, even if she didn’t pick up any other.

Cori shook herself, then grinned up at Cait, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. She spun away from the big woman, running her hands up her own body and swaying to the beat before locking Cait’s eyes, and beckoning.

When Cait approached, hands squeezing onto Cori’s hips, she realized why the woman had picked this club. Cait could feel the beat of the music, pulsing through Cori’s soft skin into her palms, every twitch of the toned muscle underneath adding its own note to the song. She danced like no-one else around her, wild and free, because she wasn’t dancing to the same music they were, just the same feeling.

Cait did her damndest to match it, but Cori was something else. She lost herself in the beat, and Cait was loath to steal her away from it. She was reduced to swaying nearby, eyes locked on the waves of Cori’s motion as they traveled up her hips, through her trim tummy, and along the soft curve of her neck. The she snapped in front of Cait’s face, shocking her out of it and grabbing her hand to pull her close.

Her hands spoke more, then, though they didn’t use words. Her body never stopped moving as her hands explored Cait’s, like she was blind instead of deaf, trying to find out what the Amazon looked like through touch alone. When her hand slid down Cait’s abs to trace along her waistband, her eyes flicked up, lip held in her teeth as she brought the hand lower, and squeezed.

Cait hadn’t even realized how hard she’d gotten watching Cori move, but became extremely aware of it, then gasped as Cori’s grip tightened around her shaft. The woman let go as quickly as she’d grabbed it, spinning and planting her ass on Cait’s crotch, while her hands rose to clasp behind Cait’s neck.

They ground to the beat, Cait’s hungry hands clamped at Cori’s waist, pulling her tighter like it would be able to press her cock through both of their jeans. Cori arched her back, looking up at Cait with a tease in her grin, face softening and letting out a soft moan when Cait let a hand rise up to tweak at one of her undefended nipples.

Cait spun her around again, bringing a hand in front of her lips to sign, ‘Time to get out of here’, Cori nodding eagerly in return.

‘I’m a block away, follow me big girl,” Cori signed, pulling Cait off the dance floor and out of the club. They didn’t say anything further as they walked to her apartment, speaking only with their eyes, flirty spins and quiet giggles as Cori led the way into an upscale apartment building.

She pushed Cait into an open elevator, slapping at the 4th floor button before pouncing on her. Cori pulled down hard on Cait’s neck, and the Amazon let herself be pulled down into a kiss deep enough to swap souls, while Cori’s hand found its way beneath her jeans. The woman purred, deep and low as her fingers wrapped skin to skin around Cait’s pulsing cock.

The elevator rang, doors opening as Cori pulled her hand out of Cait’s jeans, and pushed the big woman hard back against the elevator wall to break the kiss.

‘Follow this,’ she signed, spinning to give her big ass a sharp smack. Cait might not have been the best with following directions, but that was one she would comply with happily.

Her eyes stayed locked on Cori’s swaying ass until it stopped a few doors down, the woman scanning a key card, and spinning to beckon at Cait as she pushed the door open behind her.

Cait grinned, stepping forward to push into her, wrapping an arm around Cori’s waist to lift her off her feet. The door shut behind them as Cait set her down on the kitchen counter, knocking off a pile of junkmail. She brought her mouth to Cori’s neck, biting hard enough to make her gasp before kissing the spot softly.

Her hands hooked under Cori’s crop top, and the woman raised her arms to let Cait pull it off of her, then grabbing Cait’s hair to pull her head to her naked breast. Cait growled, biting gently at Cori’s soft pink nipple before lapping at the hardening nub. She heard Cori’s breath begin to speed up as her arousal built, her hand tightening in Cait’s hair.

Cait’s hands found their way from Cori’s hips to her waist, working at the buttons of her jeans. With some difficulty, she popped them open, and both of the women scrambled to get Cori out of them. Cait laid a hand on Cori’s chest, pushing her prone against the countertop as soon as one leg was out of her jeans, diving between her legs to get a taste of her beautiful pussy.

She tasted like heat, not spice, not temperature, but lust. The taste of her arousal filled Cait’s mouth as she lapped between her legs, feeding her own excitement until she worried she might actually burst out of her jeans. She glanced up, finding Cori looking down at her like she was seeing god. Cait gave her a smile Cori couldn’t see, rasing one hand from where it clamped Cori’s thigh to sign: ‘you taste fucking amazing’.

Cori laughed, signing back, ‘you seem hungry enough I that believe you.’

With a final kiss, Cait pulled her lips away from Cori’s pussy, rising up to let the woman taste herself on Cait’s tongue. Cait kept her pinned on the counter as she broke the kiss, signing as she rose, ‘oh, you haven’t even seen hungry.’

Grabbing her by the neck and waist, Cait lifted her easily, spinning before she remembered this wasn’t her house and she didn’t know where the bedroom was.

“Uh….”

Cori smirked, jerking her head towards a door to the left. Cait slammed her up against it, catching her gasp in her mouth as she fumbled with the knob. Cori’s hands found their way to Cait’s ass, squeezing at her glutes before Cait got the door open. Once that was done, the bed was in plain sight, and Cait went to toss Cori onto it.

As she moved, Cori hooked a foot behind Cait’s knee, stealing her momentum to spin Cait as she fell to the bed, ending up on top of the Amazon. A smirk spread across her pretty face as her hands pressed Cait’s shoulders to the mattress. She raised one in front of her lips, signing, ‘Krav Maga classes, so bad girls can’t toss me around.’

An unfamiliar rush sped down Cait’s spine at the reversal, and she reassessed the woman.

Damn. Maybe I didn’t know what I was getting into.

Cori laid one hand possessively on Cait’s stomach, while her other pulled at Cait’s tanktop, eyebrow raised as though she was wondering why Cait wasn’t already naked. Happy to comply, Cait sat up, yanking her top off, and reaching for Cori. She found herself pushed back down instead, Cori’s hand placed firmly on her sternum.

The woman kept it there as she ground the heat of her naked pussy against Cait’s throbbing erection through her jeans, before lithely moving to lay across Cait, moving her lips from Cait’s breasts, to her abs, and finally biting softly at the outline of her shaft. Cait hissed in surprise, but the bite turned into a soft kiss that she wished wasn’t separated by denim.

Cori’s hazel eyes gleamed up at her as she undid the button of Cait’s jeans, pulling down the zipper with her teeth. Cait’s cock sprang free the second it had breathing room, and the Amazon took no small satisfaction at the awe that flashed across Cori’s face before she schooled her expression. Cori yanked Cait’s pants down below her ass, freeing her balls, before she brought her cock to her cheek, gently tapping it against her face while she made deep eye contact with tonight’s lover.

Turning her head, she kissed softly at Cait’s shaft, before snaking out a long pink tongue to lick from Cait’s balls to her head. Cait wanted to throw her head back, moan as Cori took the tip in her mouth, but the woman hadn’t broken eye contact for a moment, like an unspoken challenge, and Cait was loath to lose. She kept Cait’s eyes fixed as she began to bob on her cock, one hand cupping Cait’s balls while the other pressed firm against her chest.

Cait let herself enjoy it. This must not have been Cori’s first experience with cock, because she was good at this, tongue working along the underside of Cait’s shaft while her mouth slid along it. She’d stop at the top, flicking her tongue just under Cait’s cockhead and smirking up at her when the big girl jumped at the shocks of pleasure. The real shock came when Cori pulled her mouth off of her cock, and flicked the pulsing head with a manicured nail.

‘Your turn,’ she signed, and before Cait had processed what was happening her mouth was covered with pussy and she was wearing ass for sunglasses.

Cori didn’t go easy, planting her full weight on Cait’s face, more or less forcing the girl to eat or suffocate. Cait could have lifted her with one arm, but fortunately for Cori, she was still hungry. Once again she let Cori’s taste flood her mouth, working at her pussy with her lips and tongue as the woman began to shift her hips, riding Cait’s face. Her hands braced on Cait’s ribs, leaning forward as she pressed her clit into Cait’s mouth.

Cait brought her own hands up, clutching at Cori’s copious asscheeks to pull her deeper. She’d never been with a deaf girl before, but she was finding it extremely rewarding. Maybe because she couldn’t hear it herself, Cori wasn’t holding back with the sounds of her appreciation. Cait never had to wonder if what she was doing was working, as every right move would earn an appreciative moan, and each misstep a huff of annoyance. It was nice to have instant feedback for once instead of relying on intuition or flashes of facial expressions.

When Cait started to feel Cori’s hips start to move in twitches and starts instead of the smooth undulations they’d been doing, she grinned, stopped the motion of her mouth, and easily lifted Cori’s lower body off of her face. The woman glared down at her through her legs, unamused when instead of an orgasm Cait gave her a wink.

Cait slid out from under her, pulling a leg with her to lay Cori out on the bed before Cait crawled back on top of her. Despite being in as vulnerable a position as anyone had ever been, there was a challenge in Cori’s eyes as Cait’s cockhead prodded against her entrance. It was one Cait was happy to meet, and she plunged deep into the heat of Cori’s pussy. Cori gasped, an arm shooting up to claw at Cait’s hip as she adjusted to the Amazon’s size. Cait stayed deep, feeling her pussy pulse and twitch at the intrusion, enjoying the way it massaged her shaft without her even having to move.

Cori glared up at her.

‘Aw, is half an hour of foreplay and face riding not enough for the big baby?’ Cait signed down at her, frowning and mimicking mock tears at the end.

‘You’re fucking huge!’ Cori signed back, eyes flashing, then rolling back as Cait began to actually move.

The plaintive moan that left her throat was one of the sexiest things Cait had ever heard, and was all she needed to know that Cori’s complaints were exaggerated. She started to thrust into her harder, Cori rising up to her elbows to stare at where they were joined, where Cait pounded balls deep into her. Cait let her look for a moment, before grabbing her throat and slamming her back to the mattress. She followed her down with a hungry kiss, replacing her tongue with her fingers when she rose back up.

Cori gagged around the intrusion, then moaned again as Cait lifted her hips, sitting back on her heels and forcing Cori to arch her back as she thrusted into her. Fingers lubed from Cori’s throat, she brought her hand down to stroke at Cori’s exposed clit, and seconds later she was shuddering again as Cait let her actually cum.

Again, rewarding. Cori basically full-throated shouted her orgasm, her first finish of the night bouncing off the walls as Cait continued to pound at her pussy. The release seemed to reinvigorate her and she grabbed Cait’s arm, pulling her up face to face with a growl. She gripped the back of Cait’s neck tight, holding their foreheads together as she began to grind furiously onto the Amazon’s cock.

The new intensity put Cait in real danger of finishing herself, but before she could, she once again found herself being spun, and was on her back on the mattress. Cori had never even dismounted, and now slammed her hips down on Cait’s own while her hands kept Cait’s shoulders locked in place. Her movement was so wild and hungry that Cait was reduced to a passive partner, hesitant to move herself lest she miss a thrust and end up with a dick with a 90° bend.

Not that she needed to move for this to feel amazing. Cori’s pussy had tightened as she’d cum, and now each movement milked Cait like it was trying to suck the cum straight out of her balls. That sounded pretty fucking good to Cait, actually. She laid back, letting her hands rest on Cori’s hips as they rolled them both towards the finish line.

It wasn’t long before Cori threw her head back in another guttural moan, impaling herself on Cait’s cock and shuddering as she finished. Her pulsing pussy pushed Cait over the edge, and she pushed up into her, the two of them welded tight together as Cait flooded into her.

Cait had never been one to measure orgasms, but she had to wonder where Cori put all of it. Her pussy was airtight around Cait, and she felt like she’d poured a liter into the girl, but Cori just smiled down at her, satisfied, as she lazily rolled her hips against Cait in the afterglow. She brought a hand from Cait’s chest to in front of her lips once more.

‘Good girl.’