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Belle laughed against her lips, and Aimee felt giddy because of it, warm and jittery. She was a little drunk, and happy, and Belle was so pretty Aimee felt like she might burst with this sensation in her chest. They had been on a very nice date, with good wine and good food. Afterwards, Belle had suggested they continue the evening at the salsa club she frequently attended, and Aimee had enough alcohol in her body to agree. She was no dancer, but Belle was, and when they had stepped on that dance floor it had been all that mattered.
Amiee had been mesmerised by the way Belle’s hands moved, the way her hips rolled to the sound of the music. Her movement almost seemed to be leading the beat instead of the other way around, even if that was impossible. Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the mood of the club, sensual and pulsating. Perhaps it was the way Aimee felt for Belle, how her chest swelled and warmth. How it felt like she was desperate to touch her.
Especially when she moved like that. Aimee couldn’t decide if she wanted to simply watch, or have her hands on Belle’s hips and feel the movement.
The urge to touch had won, and Aimee had spent the following hour pretty sure she was not getting the steps right at all, but very happy to have someone so beautiful and sensual in her arms.
They had stumbled into a subway afterwards, the last glass of wine hitting half-way home. Belle had smiled in a way which made something inside Aimee burn, and she had kissed her up against the glass of the subway door, deep and wet and probably completely embarrassing. Aimee didn’t care though, not then, and not now, when they were stumbling through the apartment door. They were still kissing, as shoes were kicked off, warm winter coats ending up on the floor. The light from the moon was shining through the large windows, and Aimee knew the apartment well enough to guide them through the hallway into the living room, lips still locked together.
“You liked it?” Belle asked, lips grazing Aimee’s as she spoke. Aimee nodded and chased her lips, but Belle pulled away a little more, giggles spilling from her lips.
“I did, very much, yeah,” Aimee admitted, and Belle hummed, pushing back even further. Her hips rolled as she did, and Aimee could hear the music of the club in the movements of her hips and shoulders, even though the apartment was completely quiet. “You’re beautiful when you dance.”
“Okay,” Belle said, still smiling. “Would you like a continued show?” she asked, and Aimee looked up from her hips to her face, blinking. Belle was grinning, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to Aimee.
“Oh, are you offering?” Aimee asked, trying to reel back her very obvious thirst.
“Yes,” Belle said with a nod, drawing closer again, arms wrapping around Aimee’s shoulders.
“Right now?” Aimee asked to confirm, hands coming up to cup Belle’s hips. Belle swayed them a little, and Aimee followed.
“I’ll probably lose momentum if I don’t,” Belle whispered, drawing closer and pressing a lingering kiss to Aimee’s lips.
“Then yes,” Aimee said with emphasis, and Belle giggled again. Aimee leaned in for another kiss, and for a moment they simply stood there, mouths pressed together and bodies moving together. Aimee’s hands wandered up, almost without thinking, and then back down. Belle let out a gasp, and then pulled back again.
“Okay,” she said, cheeks flushed and eyes dark. “Sit down.” Aimee nodded, picking up her phone as she settled onto the couch. “You can’t take pictures,” Belle said, and Aimee looked up, suddenly realising what it must look like, cheeks flushing scarlet.
“Oh, no I-” she started and then held up her phone, which had just connected to the speakers in the living room. “I was thinking if you wanted music.”
“Oh yes, smart thinking,” Belle said, taking the offered phone. She tapped it a few times, a mischievous smile growing on her face as she chose the song. Music started, low and sensual, and Belle looked up and handed the phone back to Aimee, who took it and leaned back. “I hope you’ll enjoy,” she said, and bit into her lower lip before she stepped back.
Belle turned around, and Aimee felt anticipation grown in her chest as she watched. Belle’s hips started moving immediately, following the beat of the music. She was so sensual, in a way Aimee never felt like she was herself. The beat pounded, and Belle turned to look over her shoulder, the fabric of her shirt slipping down and exposing her soft skin. Aimee took a deep breath, leaning forward instinctively. Belle smirked, letting the shirt drop even further. She turned her face away and rolled her shoulder once, twice, and then it came off the other shoulder as well.
The lace back-piece of a bra came into view, and as she continued to sway her hips Belle turned. Aimee followed her with her gaze, as more of her skin came into view. The shirt was resting in the crooks of her elbows now, and Belle raised her arms, before shrugging them straight down, making the shirt land on the floor. The front of the bra was completely lace too, exposing the outlines of Belle’s nipples underneath. Her hands came to land on her hips, still swaying, rolling, before they moved up, caressing over the exposed skin of her body. Aimee wished it was her hands, getting to feel her heat under her skin. She curled her fists lightly, and then unclenched, as Belle’s hands moved up to her neck, lifting her shoulder length hair as they continued up. It danced around her face as she let it down, and she smiled, so fucking pretty that Aimee was going to go crazy.
Belle took a step closer, and then another, and Aimee had to fight the impulse to reach out to her. Instead she leaned back, and Belle’s hands moved down to her pants instead, pushing one side of her slacks down her hip, and then the other, exposing even more lace. She continued to move her hips to the music, but her focus was fully on Aimee, as her pants were pushed lower and lower, until they fully dropped to the floor.
She was so bare now, as she moved closer to the couch. Aimee suddenly became far too aware of her own hands, not sure where to put them. Belle bent over and placed her hands on Aimee’s knees, pushing them together, before caressing them up Aimee’s thighs. She stepped closer, and then placed one knee on each side of Aimee's legs, sliding onto the couch and seating herself in Aimee’s lap.
“Fuck,” Aimee breathed, and Belle laughed, hands moving up her chest, to her neck.
“Was it good?” Belle asked, her hips still moving, the performance not fully over. Aimee’s hands landed on her thighs, and Belle let out a soft sigh, as Aimee’s hands moved up to her hips, her waist, teasing the lace of the bra around her ribs, before moving down again.
“So sexy,” Aimee admitted, and Belle hummed, eyes slipping closed, still moving. Aimee kept her hands on her waist, but leaned forward, leaving an open mouthed kiss to her cleavage. Belle let out another breathy sigh, and Aimee continued, mapping out the line along the lace with her mouth. She bit lightly into one of Belle’s breasts, and Belle let out soft moans, her fingers caressing along Aimee’s neck into her hair. Aimee hummed, and let her tongue dip in under the lace. Her hands were holding onto Belle’s hips, and she let her mouth wander down over the lace, leaving wet open mouthed kisses over the fabric. She found her way to Belle’s nipple, and sucked.
“Aah,” Belle moaned, her hips bucking forward. Aimee suppressed a moan, her hands wandering back to squeeze the cheeks of her ass, before moving back up. She was feeling a little drunk still, head spinning. She sucked over the lace covered nipple again, and Belle’s hips stuttered in her hands, her head falling back. Aimee pulled away from her breast, moving over to the other to give it the same treatment. Belle was still swaying her hips, but every now and then they jerked forward instead. “Ames, Ames, aaah.”
“Mmh,” Aimee hummed back, and when she pulled back this time she guided Belle fully down into her lap. Belle followed, her movements to the music stopping as she sat down. For a moment they simply looked at each other, hands wandering slowly over each other’s bodies. Belle’s hands found their way under Aimee’s shirt, and together they pulled it up over her head. Aimee discarded it on the couch, and Belle’s hands wandered over Aimee’s chest, covered by a sports bra.
“So handsome,” Belle said, thumbs circling Aimee’s nipples on the outside of her bra. Aimme hummed, her own hands wandering down Belle’s bare thighs, and then up. Her thumbs teased the edge of her underwear along her crotch, and Belle let out a deep moan. Aimee could feel the dampness of the fabric, and she moaned too, letting a finger dip under. “Fuck.”
“Mmh,” Aimee moaned as her fingers caressed over Belle’s lips, dipping into her pussy. She really was so wet, and it made lust ramp up in Aimee’s body. The dancing had been so sexy, and sensual, and to get to touch her was only fueling that. Belle spread her legs wider, and Aimee moved her fingers up and down between her lips, watching as Belle keened in her lap. “So fucking sexy.”
“Ha, haaa,” Belle moaned, and Aimee leaned forward and claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. Aimee moaned into it, her fingers continuing to move over her clit, teasing it and then pulling back. Her other hand came up to move over Belle’s breast, teasing a nipple through the lace. Belle’s thighs trembled, and her hand fumbled, as she worked on opening Aimee’s pants. Aimee laughed against her lips, and Belle pouted.
“Do you need help?” Aimee teased, and Belle shook her head, managing to finally get Aimee’s pants open, pushing her hand into her underwear and fuck, fuck. “Haaaa, Belle fuck.”
“Yesss,” Belle moaned, her fingers dipping into Aimee’s wetness. The angle must be so awkward, but Aimee was a little drunk, and so aroused, and Belle’s fingers felt amazing against her, making Aimee buck up against her hand. Belle moaned, and Aimee moved her own fingers faster, moving her other hand down to push Belle’s soaked panties out of the way.
“So good, so good aaah, you make me so wet,” Aimee moaned, and Belle whined, high pitched and delicious. Aimee bit into her lower lip, and then they were gasping against each other’s mouths. Aimee was so close, and she kept jerking her hips, chasing it. Belle gasped, and pressed her fingers a little harder against her before sucking Aimee’s lower lip into her mouth, and then Aimee was gone, her thighs trembling and her body arching as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body, and Aimee’s body continued to tremble through it. She cracked her eyes open, and was met with the very self-satisfied expression on Belle’s face.
“Was it good?” she asked, but Aimee didn’t answer. She moved her finger over her clit instead, and Belle’s eyes grew wider. “Haaa,” she moaned, hips jerking forward as her head fell back. Aimee showed her no mercy, and soon Belle was gripping onto her upper arms tightly, hips rolling against Aimee’s fingers. She was so sexy, so fucking sexy, and then she was coming, soaking Aimee’s fingers even more. Belle convulsed and trembled, and Aimee watched, like she had all evening, mesmerised and completely enamoured.
“Shit that was good,” Belle said, tipping her head back, cheeks flushed and a silly grin on her face as she came back, her gaze still so dark.
“Thank you for the show,” Aimee said, and Belle giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss to Aimee’s lips.
“I’m glad you enjoyed,” she said, kissing the corner of her mouth. Aimee was so not done with her.
“I’m carrying you to the bedroom now,” Aimee proclaimed, taking a solid grip on Belle’s thighs.
“Wha- ah!” Belle gasped, because then Aimee stood, and did as she had promised, Belle’s exclamations of surprise turning into bubbly laughter.