The way home is too long. Javiera would have easily made it if Flavia didn't pull her against the car door to kiss the hell out of her when she tried to open it for her a few minutes ago. The rest followed, because Javiera is not the one to shy away, not with Flavia moaning in her mouth. The damage was done so why keeping her hand to her side while driving their never ending fifteen minutes home? Not to add fuel to fire would be a good answer but both Javiera and Flavia are too carried away to spare the fuel and fire is not that bad, after all. Flavia’s thigh feels as hot as the devilish red of her dress under Javiera’s hand and the inspector needs all of her ability to stay focused on the street, something that the umpteenth red traffic light is not making any easier.

For her part Flavia left her behaviour in the third glass of wine tonight, or in her girlfriend’s cleavage, she’s not sure. She has always appreciated Javiera’s collection of thank tops, as tight as a second skin, barely covering what should be unfair if not almost illegal to show in public, and with her killer confidence, no less. She has fantasised so many times over the generous forms of the inspector since they met and she can safely say that there hasn’t been much to call “chaste” ever since.

Javiera parks in front of her house, eventually and her hand leaves a cold print back on Flavia’s thigh and a way warmer spot not far from where it spent the last quarter of hour. None of them registers the space they cross until the entry door before Javiera opens it almost without looking and uses the other woman’s back to close it as soon as they walk in. Flavia’s overcoat falls at her feet and Javiera has to hold herself from doing the same. The only things keeping her up are Flavia’s lips, her gasps through open-mouth kisses, and her tongue, hell, her tongue. They move upstairs and a miracle holds them from stumbling and falling but Javiera’s jacket can’t call itself so lucky.

By the time Flavia is pressed against the door of the bedroom Javiera’s tank top is nowhere to be seen and the inspector stands only in her bra, Flavia’s favourite bra. The inspector pulls back, trying her best to steady her breath, failing as she gazes at the peace of art before her eyes. Flavia is breathing hard, what remains of her lipstick smudged around her mouth and down her neck but her lips look far from being sated and her eyes burn with the feline anticipation of someone who knows they're both prey and predator.

"No sabes lo loca que me vuelve verte con este vestido" Javiera grins and it paints a victorious smile on the other woman 's lips.

"Hay mucho gusto que lo aprecies, me arreglé tanto" she purrs sensually and Javiera has to gulp her heart a couple of times not to let it climb it's way out of her throat to prostrate itself at this woman's feet.

"No tiene que arreglarse tanto para gustarme, señora Betancourt" the inspector smiles and she can't help admiring each of Flavia' s moves.

"Si sé, pero me encanta ponerme linda para ti" She says, her head tilted aside as she lifts her index to savour the addictive softness of the most perfect lips she's ever seen.

"Me encanta como me miras" and those lips distend in a wider smile.

"¿Cómo te miro?" They let out through the bright white of equally perfect teeth.

"Como si fuera la más linda del mundo" comes like nothing more than a low whisper, a whisper that thieves the air from Javiera's ajar mouth. She makes her eyes wander down reddish, long, soft curls and pale shoulders, long legs and gentle hips, delicate chest and perfect, small breasts. They run up an elegant, long neck and sculpted cheekbones and settle down into the most precious eyes that God has ever forged.

"Bueno"

"Porque tú eres la más linda del mundo."

Flavia's knees are about to give in and it's like Javiera knows, because she always knows, somehow. She holds her waist and kisses her lips once again, in a soft way that almost kills her but only to show her that she's alive. They move towards the bed and Flavia sits down. Javiera kneels between her legs and her hands caressing the sides of her thighs make her hips start to roll, wet kisses on her chest and neck make her almost go crazy with the sweetest frustration. Javiera stands up and her black trousers go down. They are thrown on the floor with her ankle boots and Flavia can't wait anymore. She avidly kisses the other woman's stomach, as her hands enjoy her solid things and glutes. She doesn't think twice before biting her lover's hip, surely leaving a mark. Javiera is taken by surprise, it's the first time Flavia does it but she truly hopes it's not the last. For her part she is about to apologise but is pushed against the mattress before she can even start, and with Javiera almost naked on top of her there's nothing much she can say, or think.

She loves it when Javiera is gentle, slow, soft, but she loves it when she's hungry just the same. Now the inspector licks, bites, grabs, scratches, kisses her as if to devour her and Flavia gives herself completely, every inch of her skin, every beat of her heart.

Fire burns into the inspector's green eyes as she dangerously brings her mouth close to one of Flavia's breasts and lightly bites her hard nipple through the red fabric. Flavia sits up and Javiera shows mercy on her and sets her free from her clothes. She looked beautiful tonight and very few things can be compared to the way she looks when she's only in her expensive lace lingerie but this, nothing can hold a candle to Flavia Betancourt completely naked on her bed with her legs open wide and ready for her.

The inspector kneels on the floor again, desire wetting her appetite and Flavia can’t take her eyes off her, can’t take her hands off her ebony curls, can’t help smelling their scent. Lips and tongues speak their own private language and Javiera’s bra joins the pile of clothes on the floor. Javiera sets herself free from the other woman’s lips only to fall into another rabbit hole. She kisses her way down her body, licks Flavia’s inner thighs and stares at her inviting centre. She can see how excited her woman is and she is grateful for having her thong still on because otherwise nothing would have prevented her from having her own fluids dripping down her thighs.

Flavia lies down, all of her body screaming for a release that can come only from the woman between her legs. She feels like she can self combust if she makes her wait one more minute, sixty seconds. She gulps and the countdown starts in her head: 59, 58, 57,56…

Javiera’s hot breath on her exposed, hypersensitive flesh makes it throb.

53, 52, 51…

The tip of the inspector’s tongue teases the external skin of her great labias.

44, 43, 4…

Flavia closes her eyes as her mouth opens in a silent scream that leaves room for a long sigh. Instinctively her hand reaches for the back of Javiera’s head and pulls it even closer. It’s not that Javiera would pull back anyway, not now that Flavia is getting what she wants, not after the sound she’s just made. The first taste is enough for Javiera to call herself addicted, to sharpen her thirst, to make it such that she doesn’t want to do without it anytime soon. Flavia tastes divine, exactly how someone would expect from such a woman, a living goddess. Not even in her best fantasies Javiera got any close, and she had some, more than some, back when her smile, her eyes, her lips were a forbidden thought. Since the first time this taste got stuck in her head, no matter if day or night, it didn’t move, it burned in the back of her throat when she couldn’t have it.

Now she can and savours it licking, sucking, kissing and Flavia loses her mind more and more with each minute. Javiera loves having her like this, loves hearing her respond to her touch, loves teasing as much as she loves quaffing the sweet pleasure pouring out the woman that won her completely. The more the inspector gives herself to her task the more Flavia’s sex asks of her, the more she’s willing to accomplish her goal. The grip on her thighs will leave a mark but she doesn’t seem to care, she desperately rocks her hips to match the pace of her lover tongue and she’s amazing. There is one thing able to hold a candle to this, to outdo it even, to be honest, only one thing: Flavia’s mouth, the mouth that is now calling her name.

Javiera stops, pulls back, stands up. Anticipation takes the place of pleasure between Flavia's thighs as the other woman makes her move further towards the centre of the bed and places herself on top of her. She bends forward so that she’s only a few centimetres away from her lips.

“Linda” Javiera whispers with a cheeky grin as her hand descends to where the other woman needs it the most. Flavia is splitted between her own taste carried by the sensual touch of Javiera’s lips and the feeling of her fingers slipping in slow circles on her sex. For a second she stops and Flavia holds her breath, her eyes open wide, imploring:

“Sigues…por favor… Javiera, te lo ruego”

Flavia Betancourt begging you to pleasure her is the eighth world wonder and Javiera once again decides to have mercy upon her, she’s been a good girl after all.

With no further delay Javiera makes three fingers effortlessly slip inside of her. Flavia lets out a broken whimper at it and arches her back as her fist hits the mattress. The inspector smiles, Flavia feels amazing around her fingers, the scent of her arousal more inebriating than the finest wine, and even more inviting. Flavia’s fingers cling to Javiera’s hair as she kisses and sucks the hot skin of her neck. Flavia’s mind goes black and Javiera is the only thing she can feel, her hands, her body, her breath, her lips, her tongue, her teeth. Flavia’s mind goes black until Javiera turns on the light, makes it explode in her core and overwhelm her senses.

Flavia holds her woman tight and ears her crackle softly in the crook of her neck. Her amazing fingers leave her throbbing flesh empty and go holding the back of her waist.

“Linda” Javiera whispers when she pulls back to look at the woman between her arms.

“Linda tu” Flavia smiles

“Linda tu, hermosa mía'' she heartily laughs and rolls them over as placing countless kisses on Javiera’s face and on her hair. Flavia’s body keeps the other woman warm and the blanket comes to cover both. It’s not that they need it much, they have some fire to spare after such a night and Flavia’s kisses are determined to stoke it. Javiera lets her, because she’s far from being done, because she could go on forever as long as Flavia feels like it. Wet kisses descend on her neck and reach for her breasts. Wet kisses make Javiera shiver and every centimetre of her skin screams that it can’t take it anymore.

Flavia pulls back a little and looks at the other woman almost squirming under her touch with an unabashed grin.

“Ahora me toca a mi” she claims.