<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<br/><hr/><br/>Held lightly against the foot of the bed, Onneca instinctively responded to Agatha's prod for control.<em>How do you know whom will be on the bottom and whom on top? </em>Elisabeth had once asked her. She had thought about it too much, and given too flowery an answer, one that hadn't satisfied. The answer was that it was instinct. Her instinct instructed her arms to raise up over her head, through the silky fan of her dark hair, when Agatha's lovely fingers grasped at her. Over the edge of the bed, her fingers discovered the blanket atop the trunk, and dug in and buried to keep from shielding her tender flesh from Aggy's tweak. She was so very sensitive.<br/><br/>It was as intense as she knew it would be, and Agatha had only just begun to touch her. Pawing, groping fingers had just awakened her to receive pleasure, and the movement of the tinker's trained fingers from one trembling breast to the other started it all over again. Her heart was thumping, struggling around a buzzing tingle that filled her from navel to throat and made her fingers fret in the blanket. The second breast was her favorite, the more responsive and feeling, and she wasn't sure that she was ready for this. She wasn't. Her olive skin glistened as her muted writhing caused her nightclothes to expose more and more of her shy legs, her taut arms, the luscious globes that Agatha cupped. She had been holding her breath, and it all came out in a rush of Spanish:<acronym title="Go on and touch me">"Seguir y tócame."</acronym><br/><br/>Her native language left her mouth limber for the unexpected touch of Aggy's kiss. Yes, it was beautiful, and everything she'd waited for. The slow movement of her limbs felt like a flower unfurling on the comforter as her lips moved to caress Aggy's small, pouty pink mouth with her own. For all the times she'd glimpsed Aggy's nimble pink tongue, it was her first time feeling its strength and soft texture. Its gracious tease had Onneca's tongue pursuing, twirling ineffectively to grasp the retreating point. Not even the grasp of her lips around Aggy's lilting Irish tongue could hold onto the pleasing muscle. Onneca released a labored pant of breath that was a surrender to the idea of making love to Agatha. She was at her peak, so very wet and ready, and her sinful Latina arousal was crowding out the perfume on her skin. Her tanned thighs had given up on pinching tight around her heat, and they rose up in search of Aggy's body.<br/><br/>Even with a hundred needs at once, she was resolved to kiss Aggy until she was satisfied. It was impossible. Her tender mouth had yearned for Agatha for too long. Too many times she had heard the thoughts come from Aggy's beautiful mind through a lightly accented susurrus, and her bashful gaze had been drawn to the woman's expressive lips, just shy of meeting her gaze. Kissing Aggy was her obsession. Her nursing lips, her tickling tongue would not stray more than an inch, even as they shared the same breaths and became increasingly pink and flush in a delicate web of melty strings. The flat of Onneca's tongue collected a string from Agatha's lip in a moment of unrestrained homosexual lust. She realized a moment too late that she had painted a stripe across Agatha's mouth like some animal. Was that too much?<br/><br/>The answer seemed to come in the nuzzle of Aggy's lips at the corner of her mouth, asking for more. Onneca's submissive heart could not have asked for a more perfect reassurance. Finally, after so long, she was safe and home.