Deviating from the original plot

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Celeste lavished the same worship on the other breast, easing the lace down entirely now so the bra hung uselessly beneath Victoria’s breasts, framing them like an offering. She sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly, and Victoria’s back arched, pressing herself deeper into Celeste’s mouth.

“Celeste—” The name cracked in the quiet, half plea, half prayer.

Celeste answered by sliding one hand up Victoria’s spine, anchoring her close, while the other slipped between them. Fingers traced the soaked lace between Victoria’s thighs, pressing the fabric against swollen folds until Victoria whimpered and rocked forward, chasing more.

Celeste’s fingers hooked beneath the lace edge of Victoria’s knickers and dragged them aside, just enough. Cool air kissed slick, heated flesh; Victoria jolted at the sudden exposure.

“You are so needy,” Celeste breathed, reverent. She traced two fingers through Victoria’s folds, slow and deliberate, gathering wetness.

Victoria’s head fell forward, forehead resting against Celeste’s as her hips rolled helplessly into the touch. The bench creaked beneath them; petals drifted down from the wisteria overhead and clung to sweat-damp skin.

“More,” Victoria whispered, the word ragged. She ground down hard, riding Celeste’s fingers, chasing friction against her palm. “Please—”

Celeste obliged instantly. Two fingers slid deep in one smooth thrust, curling upward, stroking that spot that made Victoria’s breath hitch and break. Her mouth returned to Victoria’s breast—sucking, biting, marking the soft skin just above her nipple with a dark bruise.

Victoria’s rhythm grew frantic. She braced both hands on Celeste’s shoulders, nails digging crescents into her skin. Each downward roll dragged Celeste’s palm across her clit; each upward lift left her empty for a heartbeat before she sank down again, taking them deeper.

The arbor spun. Moonlight blurred. All that existed was heat and pressure and the wet sounds of Celeste driving into her, steady and merciless.

Celeste’s thumb found her clit, pressing hard, circling in tight, ruthless strokes that matched the relentless thrust of her fingers. Every grind of Victoria’s hips drove them deeper; every roll dragged that perfect pressure across swollen nerves until Victoria’s thighs burned and her spine bowed like a drawn bowstring.

“Celeste—I’m—” The warning fractured into a sharp cry as her body seized. Pleasure crashed over her in a blinding wave, inner walls clamping down hard around Celeste’s fingers, pulsing again and again. She came undone with her face buried in Celeste’s neck, muffling sounds against warm skin, hips jerking helplessly through the climax until the last shudder left her trembling and boneless.

Celeste didn’t stop. She slowed but never stilled, crooking her fingers gently, drawing out every aftershock until Victoria whimpered from overstimulation and clutched at her shoulders.

Only then did Celeste ease her fingers free, bringing them to her lips. She licked them clean with deliberate slowness, eyes locked on Victoria’s flushed, dazed face, tasting her wife like communion.

Victoria’s eyes were dark with unrestrained hunger. The tender afterglow of her earlier release had only stoked the fire, leaving her both aching for more. Without warning, she lunged forward, crashing her mouth against Celeste’s in a bruising kiss.

Celeste met her with equal fervor, her fingers digging into Victoria’s shoulders, nails scraping lightly over the bare skin.

In one fluid motion, Victoria rose to her feet, her hands sliding down to hook into the delicate lace of her own undergarments. She yanked them down her thighs, kicking them aside into the shadows of the jasmine vines. Her palms pressed firmly against Celeste’s shoulders, shoving her back with a playful force.

Celeste hit the cool stone bench with a soft thud, the air punching from her lungs in a surprised gasp. For half a heartbeat, she stared up at Victoria, stunned, her lips parted and glistening with the remnants of their kiss, chest heaving beneath the sheer ivory lace of her lingerie. The delicate straps of her bralette had slipped down one shoulder, the fabric clinging to her curves like a lover’s sigh, her matching lace panties already damp with anticipation.

Then the shock melted into something wicked, a slow smile curling her swollen lips. “Is that how you want to play, my love?” Celeste purred.

She arched her back deliberately, the movement pressing her breasts against the thin lace, nipples hard and straining against the fabric. “Then take what’s yours.”

Victoria leaned down, capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss that left no room for mercy. Her hands deftly worked the ties of her lingerie. The bralette came undone first, lace fluttering away to reveal Celeste’s full breasts. Victoria’s mouth followed, latching onto one peaked nipple with a hungry suck that drew a sharp cry from Celeste’s lips. She lavished attention there—tongue swirling, teeth grazing—just enough to make Celeste writhe beneath her, hips bucking up in silent demand.

“Patience,” Victoria murmured against her skin. Her hands worked quickly, deft fingers unhooking the garters with practiced ease before sliding the lace panties down Celeste's legs, exposing the glistening folds beneath. Celeste lifted her hips to help, kicking the garment aside with a defiant flick of her ankle, now bare and open on the bench, her body a canvas of flushed desire.

The cool night air kissed their flushed skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire building between them. Victoria leaned down, capturing Celeste's mouth again in a slower, deeper kiss, even as her hips shifted instinctively, seeking friction.

With a shared, heated glance, they aligned their bodies—thighs interlocking, cores pressing together in a perfect, intimate lock. Victoria rocked forward first, a slow grind that drew a sharp inhale from them both, the slick slide of their arousal creating a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.

"Oh, Celeste," Victoria gasped, her head falling back as pleasure sparked through her, sharp and unrelenting. Celeste's hips rose to meet her, matching the motion thrust for thrust, their clits rubbing in delicious circles, her leg hooking over Victoria’s waist to lock them closer, deeper. The bench creaked faintly beneath them, cool stone a stark contrast to the feverish heat where their bodies met in slick, slippery glides.

They moved faster now, the wet sounds of their union mingling with breathless moans and the rustle of leaves overhead. Celeste’s breaths came in whimpers now, her nails raking down Victoria’s back, leaving faint red trails that would bloom into marks of their passion by morning

"Don't stop... right there, yes—" Her words dissolved into a cry as the friction hit just right, waves of ecstasy cresting higher. Victoria's pace faltered, her own release barreling toward her, every nerve alight with the feel of Celeste's heat against her own.

They shattered together, hips stuttering in unison as climax ripped through them—bodies trembling, thighs locked in a vise of shared bliss. Victoria collapsed forward, her forehead resting against Celeste's, their breaths mingling in hot, uneven pants. The world narrowed to the press of skin on skin, the faint scent of jasmine and what they've just done hanging heavy in the air.

After a long, sated moment, Celeste's fingers traced lazy patterns along Victoria's spine, a soft smile curving her swollen lips. "My lovely wife," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Victoria's mouth. "We've only just begun.”

Victoria chuckled, low and satisfied, nuzzling into the crook of Celeste's neck. "Then let's make the night endless." Under the moonlit arbor, wrapped in each other's arms, they lingered, the party's distant echoes a mere whisper against the symphony of their hearts.

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A/n: And yes they were not bothered by the fact it was in a public place. My girls are just freaky like that. I really need any opinion on this, I feel quite shy now...