A/N: This is a snippet from a bigger piece. I likely will post more snippets as I really like how this peice turned out. Enjoy :P

*****

She's panting hard now as the shiver becomes consistent. It was getting hard to keep her own pace up but she can feel her desire rising, getting desperate and restless. She wants this so bad. She wants Rachel to come so badly.

She tips her head back with a gasp.

She was close. So close. Just a couple more-

Then a hand grabs his wrist, "Not yet, babygirl."

Max's eyes fly open and she yanks her hand free from herself with a squeak and so fast she topples from the chair, taking it with her, hitting the floor with a thud. She stares at the ceiling, heart pounding in her chest.

Then she dares to look at Rachel who smirks down at her. Those brilliant green eyes are nearly swallowed in black. The hungry look she holds makes Max gulp. It almost makes her forget about her embarrassment.

Almost.

Her face heats up as she feels that heat travel down her throat, coating her skin in a bright red flush.

Rachel giggles at the sight. Her eyes are half lidded, hair all messed up from laying down and tossing and turning in her sleep. Her voice even holds some of that grogginess. It makes Max shiver as she speaks, "Looks like you were enjoying the show."

Max can only open and close her mouth as she gawks up at Rachel from the floor. She can't believe she got caught, "I…um…well-uh-"

Rachel licks her lips, ignoring Max's embarrassment, "Come here, Maxi. I wanna hold you."

Max is slow to rise but does so even as she plays with her hands and won't look at Rachel. She feels like she wants to crawl up into a ball and die but she could never disobey Rachel. Her or Chloe.

She rises from her chair, and rights it, before she smooths out her clothes. Then she nervously makes her way to Rachel who grabs a hold of her as soon as she comes close enough. In a matter of seconds Rachel has Max pinned under her.

Max gulps again, "I'm-um…sorry I woke you."

"I'm glad I woke up." Rachel then sits up on Max's hips, rolling her hips in slow circles as she shrugs off a pleather jacket that was Chloe's. It thuds to the floor. Then ever so slowly Rachel hooks her hands under the hem of her blouse, a flowy thing that did a perfect job at accenting Rachel's curves. She stares Max down with a deadly looking smirk as she removes the blouse slowly, stretching an arm out to briefly dangle the fabric over the edge of the bed before she lets it drop to the floor. The bra she wears is a lovely burgundy color and frilly. A bow is perched between the valley of her breasts. For a moment Max can't help but stare. The moonlight makes Rachel's skin glow and it makes Max's heart thunder in her throat.

"You're beautiful." Max blurts out in a half whisper.

Rachel's cheeks turn a light pink, "Why, thank you, baby," Then she reaches a hand behind her back and with a simple flick of the wirst her bra lay loose on her before she rolls her shoulders forward to let it fall into her lap.

Max can't help the whimper that passes her lips at seeing more silk smooth, glowing pale skin. With the same hungry look still in Rachel's eyes, even as the blush still dusts her cheeks, she takes Max's hands in hers. She presses Max's palms against her sides, her own palms pressed into the back of Max's hands. She's incredibly warm.

"You know," Rachel leans down close, breath ghosting Max's chin, nipples brushing against Max's clothed chest, as she gives the skin there a chaste kiss, "I find it extremely flattering you couldn't hold yourself back. What was it that pushed you over the edge?"

Max is panting again as she never looks away from Rachel. Her hands rub the soft skin of her sides, tracing ribs with her fingers as she lets them slowly dance along skin in an upward path. Rachel then removes her hands from Max's to bury them in Max's hair. She plants open mouth kisses all along her chin and ears to then dip to trace the underside of her jaw, along her neck, slowly to her pulse point.

Max can't help the buck her hips do that makes Rachel groan so she does it again.

"You were…hmm…were moaning my name in your sleep and Chloe egged me on."

Her eyes flutter close as Rachel's dull fingernails dig gently into her scalp.

"That so?" She sucks a bruise into the base of Max's neck before releasing the skin with a pop. Max moans softly as she bucks against Rachel again, hands gripping onto the skin of her girlfriend's sides for dear life. Then Rachel slithers back to her ear tracing the shell with her tongue as she practically purrs out, "Would you like to help me make that dream a reality?"

Max is gone, eyes full of the same lust Rachel's are.

"So badly. Please…Ahhh-mmm…Please tell me what you want me to do, Rach."

Her embarrassment doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that does now is the arousal that makes her head spin and her hips buck up into Rachel who meets the movement with her own, grinding firmly down on Max. Both of them moan.

Rachel then sits up. Max's hands happily make their home over each breast, squeezing the flesh against her hands as she feels already hard nipples roll against her palms. Rachel tips her head back before she lets her eyes slide down to lock with Max's. They are half lidded as she looks at Max through her lashes.

She licks her lips, "I was riding you and when you got sick of my pace, you fucked my brains out."

Max hums at that. She'd never been the one to wear the strap while they were in the bedroom before. Most times Max didn't even partake in the strap, too many sensations at once, unless it was to ride one of her girlfriend's face as the other railed the other within an inch of her life.

But wearing it?

She thinks she can do that.

Rachel's hands brush through her hair, trail down her neck. A hand lingers there, gripping possessively, not hard enough to cut off air, as the other passes over her chest to her side to then snake up her shirt.

"Where-" Max chokes out past a whimper as Rachel's hand drags her shirt upward to uncover one modest breast that her hand cups, "-where-shit…Mmmm, is Big Blue?"

Max always thought that name was so stupid but it fit. Big Blue was a moderately sized, blue dildo with ridges up the sides that came with a comfortable looking leather harness that Max was pretty sure had cost more than her whole wardrobe.

Rachel grinds down on her with a hum as her other hand moves down to push the other side of Max's shirt upward to reveal her other breast, taking the hardened nipple between pointer and thumb and giving it a hard pinch. Max's hips stutter as does her breath.

"Under the bed," Rachel then grabs ahold of Max's shirt, "Can I take this off, babygirl?"

"Yes, please." Max nearly pleas.

Rachel removes Max's shirt and tosses it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed.

Her whole form felt like it was on fire and she so badly wanted to be inside Rachel anyway she could be. Her hands scramble down Rachel's sides to pull at the waistband of her skinny jeans, hands shaky as she fumbles with the button and fly of her girlfriend's jeans. The arousal that had pooled in her boxers when she was watching Rachel squirm had only multiplied tenfold with being able to have Rachel's hands on her and her hands all over Rachel.

It was making her desperate which was making her feel bold, no longer watching what tumbles free from her mouth, "Get her. I want to make your dream happen. Please."

Rachel's eyes darken at that as a smirk graces her features. She leans close, pressing her chest against Max's as she places her forearms on either side of Max's head. Their noses brush as Rachel leans in. Max's eyes flutter shut, taking in the warmth and silky smooth feel of Rachel's skin on hers. It was a feeling she never wanted to get used to. It always set her ablaze, always reminded her how intimate they were being. How only her and Chloe were privy to Rachel like this.

Max's hands make a home at Rachel's waist band as she rolls her hips down again. This time Max meets the movement with her own. Wanting to feel all of Rachel. Wanting all of Rachel. Wanting to take all of Rachel. If her mind wasn't so clouded in lust, she might have thought that line of thinking was selfish.

"My, my," Rachel practically purrs out, voice an octave lower and full of so much want, "You haven't even kissed me yet."

That was true, and the more she thought about it, the more it felt like a crime.

She then tilts her head and arches her neck forward to meet Rachel's lips in a messy kiss who presses back into it. Usually when they kissed it started soft, tentative, but Max was too far gone. It becomes all teeth and tongue as Max tries her best to transfer all her want, her desperation, her love, into the hungry kiss she never wants to end.

Sadly it does when Rachel pulls back, taking her warmth with her as she swings her legs off Max to stand beside the bed. She opens her eyes at that, turning her head to watch Rachel in the soft moonlight that cuts softly through the parted window shades where her plant rested on the sill. Rachel's messy golden mane glows like a halo over her head as she bends slightly at the waist to struggle out of her jeans, taking her underwear with her that Max catches as the same burgundy as her satin bra that already rest on the floor.

"I love you." Max whispers.

She watches that soft pink blush return to Rachel's cheeks who giggles as she now stands bare before Max, "I love you, too. So much."

It was in moments like this Max could truly appreciate how much Chloe's nickname for their girlfriend rang true.

She was an angel.

Their angel.

Her angel.

*****

....Too be contuined....

© Sinclair Danfield