Mara felt the woman's tongue push its way into her mouth, moving with drunken clumsiness but unmistakable determination.
She tried to moan, to turn her head, to make any sound of protest, but Beckie either didn't notice—or didn't care—and kept kissing her with a desperate, confused need.
Oh, poor me … looks like I don't have much of a choice but to play along, Mara thought, a resigned cynicism rising from the deepest part of her being.
Mara felt Beckie's full weight press down on her—a warm, heavy, uncoordinated body pinning her against the mattress.
The woman's breath was a dense cloud of cheap liquor, mixed with a faintly sweet, almost floral note that seeped through the alcoholic fumes.
Her lips stayed glued to Mara's, moving with clumsy urgency, as if she were desperately searching for something she had lost long ago.
At first, Mara pretended to push lightly at Beckie's shoulders, but almost immediately her hands clutched the fabric damp with sweat and the tense muscles beneath the dark skin. Beckie was nothing but dead weight fueled by drunken desire—and Mara loved it.
With a quick twist of her hips, she reversed their positions. Now it was Mara on top, pressing Beckie into the mattress with her own body.
"Alice…" Beckie murmured against her mouth, her voice hoarse and broken. "I missed you so much… so much…"
I'm not Alice… but I'm going to make you come thinking I am, Mara thought, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
The mistake only made everything more exciting, more forbidden.
She liked taking control—especially when the other woman could barely coordinate her movements.
So Mara deepened the kiss with authority, sliding her tongue into Beckie's mouth, exploring, tasting the cheap liquor soaking every corner. Beckie responded with confused moans, completely giving herself over.
Mara felt drunken hands try to clutch at her back, but they were clumsy and slow. She was the one in charge now.
Her hands slid decisively down Beckie's arms, feeling the hot skin and strong muscles that barely responded under the alcohol.
The pajama-dress had ridden up to her hips, and Mara pushed it higher, fully exposing firm, dark thighs.
She settled between them, pressing her knee against Beckie's wet center, drawing a muffled gasp from her.
Suddenly, Mara broke the kiss and lowered her mouth to Beckie's neck. Her lips traced a hot path from jaw to collarbone, biting and sucking with a perfect mix of tenderness and hunger.
Beckie arched her back in a disjointed motion, thick moans spilling from her lips.
"Please… stay with me…", Beckie whispered, her voice trembling.
You're so delicious, Mara thought, amused.
Without answering, she slid a hand beneath the dress and found Beckie's breast.
She squeezed hard, pinching the nipple until the woman beneath her writhed.
Then she lowered her head and, pulling the fabric aside with her teeth, licked the hardened nipple, sucking greedily while her other hand slid down over Beckie's dark stomach.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, but beneath it was sweat, hot skin, and raw desire.
Mara inhaled it as if it were the most intoxicating perfume in the world.
Quickly, she undid the few remaining buttons and slipped her hand between Beckie's legs.
She was soaked.
Hot.
Open.
Mara smiled against her skin and slid two fingers inside without warning. Beckie let out a long, broken moan, her hips lifting clumsily in search of more.
"You're so wet…" Mara murmured against her chest, mimicking the earlier slurred tone just to tease.
"You always got like this…" Beckie babbled incoherently, glassy eyes lost on the ceiling.
Mara began to move her fingers with a steady rhythm, curling them inside, searching for the spot that made Beckie's legs tremble.
With her thumb, she pressed the clit—fast, precise circles—while her mouth kept licking and biting the exposed breast.
She added a third finger and sped up, fucking her with her hand while her other hand pinned Beckie to the mattress by the hip.
Beckie moaned uncontrollably, her drunken body responding to every thrust of fingers, her hips moving as much as the alcohol allowed.
Mara lifted her head to kiss her again, swallowing the moans, biting her lower lip while her fingers continued their merciless work.
"I love you…" Beckie slurred against her lips, completely gone. "Don't leave me again…"
Mara didn't answer with words.
She only increased the pace until she felt Beckie's inner walls clench tightly around her fingers.
The orgasm hit like a wild wave. Beckie arched, a muffled scream echoing through the room, her body shaking beneath Mara's weight as pleasure tore through her.
Mara didn't stop until the tremors faded and Beckie collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded, her expression lost in drunken satisfaction.
Only then did Mara slowly withdraw her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and licking them with deliberate slowness as she watched Beckie's flushed face.
The taste was intense—salty, mixed with the lingering echo of liquor.
"Thank you…" Beckie mumbled, her voice barely audible. "For coming back… Alice… "
Then, as if the orgasm had been the final push her body needed, she went completely limp, curling up against Mara's chest.
Within seconds, her breathing grew deep and steady. She was still drunk to the very end, lost in an alcohol-heavy sleep.
Mara stayed there for a moment, adjusting herself as Beckie clung to her, the body against hers still warm and satisfied.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and alcohol.
Her own clothes were barely disturbed, but her hands and mouth still carried the taste of what she had just done.
Fuck … I probably shouldn't have let myself get carried away, Mara thought, as a faint sense of guilt briefly crossed her mind.