I Get Off

Strictly speaking, Adagio wasn't lying.

She didn't lie often, never having much need to do so. She had the smarts, charm, and most importantly, money to get herself out of almost any unsavory situation. More than just that, Adagio was a big enough woman to admit if she had done wrong, and to accept the consequences of that. So, while she would oftentimes be coy and elusive in the hopes of making Aria flustered, Adagio didn't want to ever lie directly to Aria.

Sometimes, however, dishonesty was a necessity.

"You really think she'll be okay with this?” asked Sonata. Adagio hummed to herself, phone to her ear as she waited at the bistro that Sunset had invited her to. Still, Sunset herself was nowhere to be seen, which gave Adagio a bit of time to make a few calls, namely to Sonata.

“Eventually. I’ll make it up to her somehow,” said Adagio. “But I need to do this. And I need you not to tell Aria until after the fact.”

“Come on, I don’t wanna lie to Aria. She’s my best friend.”

“You don’t have to lie. Just keep her occupied." Adagio looked up, her eyes falling on her lunch guest. "I have to go. Thanks for doing a girl a favor, sugar. I'll make it up to you, to both of you."

"Alright… Just be careful. Don't do anything crazy," said Sonata.

"I'll be fine."

"It's not you that I'm worried about."

Adagio chuckled to herself, hanging up her phone and slipping it into her purse, folding her hands in front of her as Sunset made her approach. She was dressed casually, too casually. Yoga pants and a t-shirt, contrasting starkly with Adagio's designer blouse and skirt. That wasn't to say Sunset Shimmer was hurting for confidence, far from it. She carried herself with an aura that spoke to Adagio, as if to say Sunset only showed up because she had nothing better to do.

"Hey, Ada, glad you could make it." Sunset flashed Adagio a grin, throwing up two fingers in greeting. "Is it okay if I call you that? I'm a nickname-y kinda person."

"Trust me, I've been called worse," said Adagio dismissively. She crossed her legs, trying to maintain a cordial, pleasant, friendly demeanor. She wasn't sure if she succeeded. "I'm surprised that you still agreed to meet me, even after Aria canceled."

"It's a bummer Aria and Nata couldn't make it, but what can you do? Either way, I like meeting new people," said Sunset. "So, why don't we get to know each other?"

"That's a dangerous game, but I'm in for it if you are."

"Good, good. So, how long have you and Aria been dating?"

For the briefest of moments, Adagio froze, unable to pull together a response. Luckily, the waiter chose that time to arrive, giving Adagio a moment to collect herself. The two ordered, though Adagio was hardly concerned about what she'd be eating just then, and, once the waiter departed, Adagio finally got her head back into the game.

"What makes you think we're dating?" she countered. To her mild annoyance, Sunset laughed at her, as if Adagio herself was the joke.

"Come on, sweetheart, I'm not stupid," chuckled Sunset. "You've got a decent poker face, but Aria's an open book once you know how to push her buttons, and no one knows Aria's buttons better than me."

"I don't know. I'm pretty good at pushing buttons, myself."

"I bet. So, how long? A month? Two?"

"Six, actually. Almost to the day," said Adagio. She studied Sunset carefully, trying to glean as much as she could from the casual, nonchalant, confident, and ever-present smirk on Sunset's face. "We're taking it slow." Again, Sunset laughed, and again, it annoyed Adagio greatly. "Oh no, I missed the joke."

"No, no, it's nothing. Just, ya know, you think you're taking it slow," chuckled Sunset. "And hey, maybe you are, but not Aria. She doesn't know how to take it slow, she's probably already picking out names for the kids you have together."

"You sound confident."

"You know, she said she was in love with me on our first date. That probably should've been a red flag, but I guess I didn't know any better. So, quick word to the wise." Sunset sipped her water, either unbothered by Adagio's barely-hidden glare or otherwise blissfully unaware of it. "Either get ready to speed up or cut her loose now. If you think you're one thing and Aria thinks you're another… Well, I'm sure you know how she can get."

"Don't you think it's a bit of a conflict of interests for the ex to be giving relationship advice?"

"Ooh, Ada, didn't peg you as the jealous type," laughed Sunset. "You seem more confident than that, but I guess looks can be deceiving."

"Not jealous, no." Adagio's voice slipped from her previous strained politeness, suddenly becoming as serious as a heart attack. "More like… Territorial. Mama Bear doesn't like when someone tries fucking with her cub."

"Trust me, I've had enough of your cub for one lifetime. Don't know if she told you, but I'm the one who broke up with her. I'm not looking to get her back. But, you know, I wanted to talk more about you." Sunset changed the subject effortlessly, trying (and mostly succeeding) to wrest control of the situation from Adagio, a sensation that she found as unfamiliar as it was unpleasant. "Tell me about Adagio. What're you like? What do you do? Who are you?"

"Oh, you know. Just your average, run-of-the-mill exotic dancer turned business owner," remarked Adagio. "I suppose I lean towards the finer things in life, but don't we all?"

"A dancer, huh? Where do you dance?" asked Sunset. "I've been to a lot of strip clubs, and if you've been doing this a while I might actually know you. Or your tits, at least."

"Strip joint called The Calypso."

"Oof, that place? Last I saw it, it was a dump. The type of place to give you an STI just for walking in."

"I happen to own that dump," said Adagio, crossing her arms. "We've fixed it up since you were last there."

"Oh. Whoops! My bad." Despite her apology, Sunset didn't seem especially sorry. She didn't seem to take any of this especially seriously, least of all Adagio herself. "Sorry, didn't mean anything by it. I just have a habit of running my mouth, you should—"

"How's about we cut the shit?" Adagio hadn't meant to lose her temper. She had always intended to maintain calm during this meeting, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she wouldn't be capable of that, not with Sunset. The simple truth was Adagio didn't like to be toyed with, something Sunset was doing in spades. "Let's be honest with each other, yeah? Why did you want to have lunch with me, really?"

"So fiery. I see why Aria likes you. And that's actually why I wanted to talk to you. Aria."

"I thought you said you were done with her."

"I am, and I'm here to let you know that maybe you should be too." Sunset let the silence hang over them for a bit, some of her former good nature melting away into something more serious, more sinister. "Since you like to be so direct, let's call a spade a spade here, Ada. Aria's with you because she misses me. She sees another strong, tough, self-sufficient redhead hottie, her brain shuts off and she starts thinking with her pussy."

"And that makes me what?" asked Adagio, cocking a brow. "Sunset Shimmer Lite?"

"It's not me who's thinking that, Ada. It's your girl, even if she doesn't realize it. She's picking up right where she and I left off, and that doesn't bode well for a girl like you who's trying to take it slow." Sunset leaned in, resting her head in her hand as she lectured Adagio. "I've been there, with Aria. I know her better than you, better than anyone. You're waiting around, enjoying yourself, waiting to see what happens, when I already know what's gonna happen."

"Enlighten me."

"Aria is gonna base her entire self-worth around you, build herself so precariously that one little push sends her tumbling. She's going to attach herself to you like she's some leech. A cute leech, for sure, but she's going to drain you if you can't give her what she wants. Lemme ask you something, Ada. Have you said 'I love you' yet?" Sunset paused for just a beat, Adagio's silence speaking volumes. "Exactly, and it's totally fine if you're not there yet. I know that, you know that, but Aria… She doesn't get it. She's going to need you to say it, those three little words, I love you, and you're not going to be able to say them. Not honestly. And when you get to that point, and she realizes you can't say it, she's going to self-destruct. Whether intentional or not, she's going to take you down with her."

"So perceptive. I appreciate the advice, Sunset." Adagio leaned forward, officially giving up on her friendly facade. "But I didn't fucking ask for it."

"No, 'course not. You wouldn't, because you think I'm just being a petty ex. I get it, I'd feel the same way, Ada. But I'm on your side," promised Sunset. "One day, when Aria does what Aria does, you'll see that. " Adagio's phone rattled against the table, vibrating from a new notification. "You gonna take that?"

"I suppose I should." Adagio stared Sunset down even as she grabbed her phone, only breaking eye contact to read Aria's message.

Hey babe. Been thinking about you.

There was her chance, her opportunity to shut Sunset up for good. Three words, she was more than capable of those three words. And yet, for some reason, they felt so difficult, so ridiculous.

I love you.

Adagio's thumb paused over the "send" button, a strange sense of doubt washing over her. She couldn't stand the sensation. There was hardly a time that Adagio could recall where she wasn't supremely confident and sure of herself. She thrived on confidence, on control, but these three simple words shook her very foundation to pieces. She deleted her message and tried again.

Can't get me out of your head, can you?

Adagio couldn't help but smirk at the speed at which Aria responded.

Never could. When can I see you?

"Oh, that's too bad," sighed Adagio. "Work stuff is happening. I'm afraid I'm going to have to bail on lunch."

On my way to get you.

"I get it. Sucks that we have to call it quits," said Sunset with a cocky little smirk. "I was having a blast."

"Well, business comes first. Here, lunch is on me." Adagio reached into her purse and came back with a crisp $50 bill, tossing it on the table as she rose from her seat. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

"For sure. Text me what time to come see you dance, I'd love to see what you've done with that place. Maybe you could even give me a few tips, huh? I bet lessons from a stripper will make it even easier to pick up chicks."

Adagio stopped, genuinely considering things for a moment. After a while, she let out a chuckle, turning away to leave the restaurant.

"Afraid I'd have to charge you for that."

"I don't know about you, but I could go for a drink, sugar."

Aria smiled, barely able to contain herself as she followed Adagio into her lavish apartment. After a whole morning of Sonata dragging her around from store to store, trying on somewhere north of a billion blouses, bikinis, and pairs of heels in search of the perfect outfit for the coming summer, Aria was more than a little burned out. She didn’t really understand why Sonata chose her, someone who knew about as much about fashion as she did about theoretical astrophysics, to help her expand on her wardrobe. In fact, considering Sonata’s job as a social media manager often put her in close quarters with fashion designers from all over the country, it was odd that Sonata was even questioning her own style at all.

Of course, considering Adagio was swinging her shapely hips as she bounced into the apartment, Aria was more focused on Adagio’s butt than anything regarding Sonata.

“I’ll drink,” said Aria, her eyes so glued to her girlfriend’s backside that she nearly walked into the coffee table. “What do you got?”

“A whole liquor store, sugar. Lemme guess.” Adagio slid behind the bar, grabbing up glasses, shakers, and bottles of liquor. “Gin and juice, easy on the juice?”

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“I bet it sounded so cool in your head. What, did you think you were James Bond or something?” The two shared a laugh as Adagio mixed up Aria’s drink, sliding it across the bar before mixing up an old fashioned for herself. “So, what’ve you been up to all day, sugar?”

“Just shopping with Sonata. I was gonna invite you, but she was acting kinda weird about it,” said Aria, sipping her drink. “She said she didn’t wanna try out bikinis and stuff with too many people around, but like, the point of the bikini is to wear it at the beach, so…” Adagio skipped right past sipping and just downed her cocktail, immediately preparing herself another. “Whoa. Rough day?”

“You could say that. Just some… Things I need to deal with.” Adagio brought her glass to her lips, but paused for a moment, a sort of hesitation in her movements that Aria couldn’t recall ever seeing in her. It looked as if she was going to say something, but thought better of it in favor of draining her second drink. “I had a meeting earlier, it wasn’t exactly what I’d call a good time.”

“Something wrong with the club?” Aria leaned in, concerned when Adagio skipped all pretenses of cocktails and simply poured herself a neat whiskey. “Seriously, you’re headed for a blackout at this rate.”

“You know, my dear old dad used to call liquor a ‘truth serum’. Whenever he had something to say that he couldn’t get out… He reached for a bottle,” said Adagio, taking a more careful sip of her whiskey. “And, in the interest of the truth, I should tell you…”

“Is something up? This isn’t like you, to be so… coy about it,” said Aria, her concern, her fear, her anxiety slowly simmering up. “What’s going on?”

“I… I had lunch with Sunset today.” Adagio paused, to give Aria a chance to respond, but she didn’t. The silence just hung for a bit until Adagio continued on. “After what you told us… I had to see for myself.”

“What, you thought I was lying?”

“If I thought you were lying, I wouldn’t have wasted the time making sure this bitch wasn’t trying to hurt you again,” said Adagio. Her blunt, direct honesty beat back the wild and uneasy nature of Aria’s insecurity. Slowly, Aria nodded, waiting for Adagio to tell her story before she jumped to the worst-case scenario. “I just had to see what her deal was with my own eyes, and she didn’t disappoint.”

“What’d she say?”

“Basically that you’re only with me because you’re still not over her. That you think I’m just a knock-off of her.” Adagio snorted, rolling her eyes in disgust. “And here I thought I had an ego…”

“Yeah. Sounds like her,” sighed Aria. “She’s got her claws sunk in me so deep… But it’s bullshit, really. You’re not my second choice or anything like that.”

“She said… Well, she said a lot of things. But the point that she was getting at was that we’re not compatible. Because you want something I can’t give you,” said Adagio. She polished off her drink and set her glass down, burying her face in her palms. “And I just want you to know… Fuck. I’m losing it, give me a sec…”

“Hey. You don’t have to ‘give’ me anything, okay? Not if you’re not ready for it.” Aria rounded the bar, wrapping her arm around Adagio and giving her a gentle squeeze. “I get that you’re not really used to this whole girlfriend thing, and to be honest, neither am I. But I’m here for you like you’re here for me. Wherever you’re trying to get, I’m here to make sure you get there.”

“Well, I’m almost there. One step closer with every swallow.” Adagio unscrewed her bottle of whiskey and took a healthy swing before setting it down with authority. “Okay. Listen, sugar, I know how I seem. I can come off as cold, like I don’t care about anything except fucking with your head, but it’s not like that. I do care. I care so much, and it really pisses me off that I can’t seem to make that clear. Even Shimmer thinks I’m just here to play with you. She said I couldn’t say it, and you know what? Fuck her. She doesn’t know me, and she doesn’t know us.”

“Adagio… Are you okay right now?” asked Aria. Her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest, her mind racing a million miles per hour as she fit pieces of this puzzle together. “What are you—”

“I love you, Aria.”

Aria's heart just about stopped in her chest. It seemed so surreal to hear Adagio say those words, a sentence Aria had secretly feared she would never hear again. It felt so out of nowhere, for Adagio to put herself out there like that. No matter how much Adagio cared for Aria, no matter how much chemistry, no matter how much mutual attraction, the idea of Adagio opening herself up this much felt so foreign. She had been very clear before, she wasn't good at playing house, so what changed? The only thing Aria could think of, the dark idea gnawing at the back of her mind, was that it was just to prove Sunset wrong. It wouldn't be the first time Aria had been a pawn to someone's ego.

But, as the words resonated through her head, Aria realized that Adagio wasn't like Sunset. And, just as importantly, it didn't matter why Adagio had said it, because Adagio wasn't a liar.

"I love you too." Aria felt her body move on its own, grabbing Adagio and bringing their lips together. The taste of whiskey subtly perfumed their kiss, Adagio's slight inebriation making for a bit sloppier of a meeting than the two were typically accustomed to. Aria didn't mind that, though. It made things feel more spontaneous, and even more interestingly, it put her and Adagio on even grounds.

Aria snaked her hand up Adagio's blouse, gently squeezing a handful of her soft breast and earning her a small moan from the dancer. With Adagio's boob in her hand, Aria lowered her attack, slowly kissing Adagio down the neck and collar. Every moan from Adagio sent a thrilling shock through Aria's core; She was the reason Adagio was making these noises. Aria was finally making Adagio feel the way she always felt whenever the two were together.

"This might be a silly question," breathed Adagio, leaning her head back to allow Aria to continue peppering her collar with kisses. "But do girls get whiskey dick? I don't drink and fuck much, but right now…"

"Wanna take this to the bed?" suggested Aria.

"What for, sugar? I've got a perfectly comfortable couch right there."

Neither woman wanted to pull away from the other, and they essentially dragged each other from behind the bar, stumbling over one another on the way to the sofa. They fell back onto the cushions, Aria landing on top and not slowing her advances in the slightest. Her hands wandered up and down Adagio’s divine figure, her soft skin so enticing that Aria couldn’t imagine being apart from it for even a second. While Aria was busy groping and kissing, Adagio took the time to reach behind her back and undo her bra strap, pulling both the brassiere and her top off in one smooth motion. Almost immediately, Aria froze, transfixed and hypnotized by Adagio’s bouncing girls.

“You’re staring, sugar,” noted Adagio. Aria blinked slowly, nodding to herself.

“Yeah. Sorry. It’s just…” Aria rose up, gently cupping Adagio’s breasts in her hands. “You’re so beautiful… I can’t get over it.”

“You’re gonna make me blush.” Adagio let out a chuckle as Aria eagerly dove forward, burying her face in the stripper’s cleavage. The warmth, the softness, the floral notes of Adagio’s perfume, it all blended together to create a space Aria couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be away from. She never stopped kissing Adagio’s silken skin, not even when she was essentially motorboating her, and she could feel the steady pounding of Adagio’s heart quicken with each passing moment. “Do you wanna play with my tits all night or are you ready to sing for me again?”

“Actually…” Even as she spoke, it was a war for Aria to pull herself away from Adagio’s chest, but she did eventually manage to look up into Adagio’s bold garnet eyes. “I kinda wanna try something.”

“What do you have in mind, sugar?”

“Could you maybe… Sit on my face a little?” Aria blushed, almost incapable of meeting Adagio’s gaze. Her embarrassment bloomed when Adagio chuckled, that same melodic, floating laughter that made Aria fall for her in the first place. “What’s funny?”

“Okay, sugar, I don’t know if you’ve somehow managed to miss it, but… My ass is huge,” laughed Adagio. “One cheek is the size of your whole head. If I sit on your face, I will crush your skull.”

“Why do you think I asked?”

“I’m serious. I’m quite a bit bigger than you, and as much as I would love to feel you underneath me, eating my pussy like manna from heaven…” Adagio stroked a hand through Aria’s hair, gently patting her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Come on, you made me cum so hard the other day, let me repay the favor.” Aria could tell Adagio was still on the fence, so she quickly amended. “How about, like, a safe word or something? So you know if I need to take a breather.”

“Yes, because I’m sure I’ll be able to clearly hear your safeword while your mouth is busy eating my ass.”

“A safe… Gesture then. Something. I’ll, uh… I’ll tap on your right thigh three times, alright? Does that work?”

“You really want this, huh?” said Adagio with a smirk. Aria nodded eagerly, and with determination, such a genuine, earnest attraction that Adagio couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, then. Fine. Just know that we’re switching positions tomorrow."

"Done. God, you don't have to talk me into letting you go down on me," promised Aria. "If you managed to do that to me with one hand, I think your tongue might actually kill me."

"Well, you're the pussy eating professional here. Give me a demonstration." Adagio boosted her hips up, sliding out of her skirt to reveal that she had skipped out on panties today; Aria all but drooled at the sight of Adagio's fat, meaty pussy, the darkly orange hair neatly and delicately trimmed. Simply perfect. Like a moth to the flame, Aria was drawn forward and planted a kiss on Adagio's lower lips. She brought her tongue out and finally did what she had been dreaming of since that first lap dance; Aria licked a slow, teasing line up Adagio's slit, savoring the taste, an earthy tang that came together with the lavender scent of the soap Adagio tended to favor to create an experience Aria didn't just want more of, but needed. "Don't tease me too much, sugar. That's Mama's job.”

Aria nodded, attacking Adagio’s muff with a bit more conviction. She wriggled her tongue into Adagio’s hole, slurping and lapping at her juices, diving in deep enough for Adagio’s well-kempt bush to tickle her nose. Adagio let out a moan, her powerful legs coming to grip Aria's head and a hand pulling her by the hair and forcing her deeper.

"Good girl," purred Adagio. "You like eating Mommy's pussy, don't you?"

It was more than like, Aria loved it, she lived for it. Every tiny twitch of Adagio's body brought with it a wave of satisfaction that warmed Aria in a way she couldn't quite put into words. The simple fact was that making Adagio feel good made her feel even better, and so Aria set out to give Adagio her all.

With a swift jerk left, Adagio turned Aria over onto the couch, putting the smaller girl's back to the cushions and standing over her loomingly. Though there had always been a notable height difference between the two, Aria couldn't recall a time when she felt as tiny as she did with Adagio above her. Her sensual curves, her powerful thighs, her juicy twat, and Aria had only a second to take in a deep breath before she was smothered by all of it.

Adagio moaned as she lowered herself onto Aria's face, the smaller girl immediately going to work. Her tongue licked at every bit of Adagio it could get to, working in tandem with her lips to send arcs up Adagio's spine. Aria's hands wandered up to grab Adagio by the ass, her fingers all but melting into the soft, cushy flesh, and held her in place as she ate her out. A river of juices trickled slowly down Aria's chin, each lash of the tongue and smack of the lips bringing another moan from the formerly stoic and restrained dancer.

"Fuck, that's good, sugar," moaned Adagio. She let more of her weight come down on Aria's head when she leaned in to grab her hair for support, both moves Aria was more than okay with. "Good girl… Just like that, don't you dare fucking stop…"

The moans from above sent Aria quaking beneath Adagio's body, her head going light from the combination of her own heightened nerves and a lack of air in her lungs. All she had been breathing for the past few minutes was the powerful, intoxicating essence of Adagio, the same addicting lavender scent that Aria had grown to associate with her girlfriend, and yet, beneath that, was more. A tangy, earthy scent and flavor, blinding Aria as she licked and kissed and worshipped Adagio above her. Even still, Aria was starting to feel dizzy, and no matter how badly Aria wanted to taste more of Adagio, she regretfully had to tap out, her hand coming up to tap Adagio's strong thigh three times.

"Fuck…" Immediately, Adagio pushed herself up, freeing Aria from her "prison". Aria looked up as she caught her breath, staring up at Adagio's pussy for a moment before she wiggled out of the way to allow Adagio to take a seat on the couch. "Mmm… What happened to being rusty?"

"It's like riding a bike…" painted Aria. "You never really… Fuck, man… You taste so good…"

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you, sugar?"

"Only the really special girls like you."

"Alright, you've officially sweet-talked me," said Adagio, pulling her hair back. "Get out of those clothes, sugar."

"But… What about you?" asked Aria. "I really want to make you… Y'know."

"Hm… How much do you weigh? Just roughly?"

"Uh… like a buck fifteen. What are you thinking?"

Adagio grabbed Aria by the collar, pulling her in close and yanking Aria's top off. Aria would've had no problem getting naked for Adagio (especially considering their entire relationship was based on Adagio getting naked for her), so this aggression was unnecessary, but not unwanted. The way Adagio grabbed her, pulled her along to be right where she wanted, made Aria's heart thump in her chest. Her jeans went next, similarly pulled off by the larger woman, and finally, Aria's purple boyshorts, until she was naked as the day she was born.

"I'm going to turn you upside down for a bit," said Adagio. She grabbed Aria's chest, teasing a moan from her when she brushed a thumb against her sensitive nipples. "That way, we both get to put our mouths to work."

"Couldn't we just—"

"Yes, but isn't this more interesting?" Adagio waited for an argument to the contrary and, when she received none, she grinned. "What, you afraid I'll drop you?"

"Uh… maybe a little?"

"Don't be. Mommy's not going to let you get hurt," purred Adagio. She noticed the way her tone made Aria stiffen, any disagreement she had swiftly melting away. "Worst case scenario… Well, we're on a couch. I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Yeah, you're right. Okay. Ready when you are," breathed Aria. "Just give me a wa—"

Adagio was already moving, grabbing Aria by the legs and using some deceptive strength to hoist her up off of her feet. Once Aria was up, she was carefully turned over, head facing down as Adagio leaned back against the couch. Now, Aria found herself upside-down, nose brushing Adagio's neatly-trimmed bush as she wiggled down to go right back to eating her out. At the same time, Adagio leaned herself forward to tongue Aria's tight, snug little pussy.

Despite being upside down, despite being at the mercy of a woman self-described as a lioness, Aria couldn't remember feeling more secure, more safe. Being with Adagio just felt right, a feeling she just couldn't put into words. Adagio's arm around her middle, her soft skin, the gentle squeeze of her legs around Aria's head, it was as soothing an encounter as Aria could remember having.

Adagio tipped them over onto her side, knocking the pair to the couch with many a breathy laugh. Now that they were grounded, they could better focus on pleasing the other; they licked and kissed, introducing their fingers into the mix to aid them in their efforts. The feel of Adagio's tongue on her flesh, her fingers wriggling into her, and the gentle squeeze of Adagio's thick thighs around her head, it was almost too much for Aria.

Her hips jerked towards Adagio's face, turning them over until Adagio was facing skyward. A shiver and shudder ran through Aria’s thin, slender body, which told Adagio everything she needed to know; She worked her tongue faster, holding Aria in place by her pelvis, keeping her thrashing body from escaping this pleasure. Even when somewhat tipsy, Adagio had Aria in the palm of her hand, just like she always did. It wasn’t long before Adagio was greeted by the sweet, sweet music of Aria moaning around her tongue. To Adagio’s surprise, Aria showed no signs of slowing down; In fact, she did the exact opposite, catching Adagio off guard with the ferocity, the dedication, the almost desperation in which she worked her tongue. Adagio tensed, closing her legs tightly around Aria’s head, and let out a low, breathless, quivering moan.

Finally, Aria had done it. She finally managed to show Adagio how much she wanted her, what she really meant to her, and the sound of Adagio cumming was worth every second of the wait. Somehow, Adagio even felt powerful in her climax, clenching around Aria and holding her there until she was good and ready to let go, at which point she finally relaxed, her body going limp and allowing Aria to roll off of her. Aria went all the way to the floor, sitting with her back to the couch and laying her head back onto Adagio’s middle, feeling the rise and fall of the dancer’s chest as she drew in her labored breaths.

“Fuck me…” laughed Adagio, bringing an arm to her forehead and covering her eyes. “Forget what I said earlier, sugar. That right there is what really made me feel special.”

“You did good. Seeing as this was your first time and all,” panted Aria. She glanced up at Adagio, almost expectantly. “Did I, uh… Do a good job?”

“Hm? I thought that much was pretty obvious…” Adagio paused, laughing to herself as she realized what it was that Aria was getting at. With her other hand, she petted Aria’s head, stroking her fingers through her long purple locks lovingly. “Yes, sugar. You were such a good girl for Mommy.”

“Woo-hoo... I, heh… I really like when you say… stuff like that…”

“Duly noted, sugar. I'll keep that in mind the next time I have your head between my legs. Speaking of…" Adagio propped herself up on her elbows, grinning down at Aria. "Does Mommy's good girl have plans tomorrow?"

"Uh… just have to go to the office for like an hour to turn something in to the boss," said Aria. "So, aside from that, I'm all yours."

"Good. Then why don't you text Sonata and let her know not to wait up?" said Adagio, leaning in to kiss Aria on the forehead. "I've almost got the hang of this pussy eating thing. Maybe if you give me another demonstration or two."

Aria felt her legs go even weaker, trying to remember what she had done to end up with someone like Adagio.

"My pleasure."