Before Maggie could finish, Ava laid down on the couch, pushed her tongue through her lips, and deposited her on their plush surface. Maggie groaned with frustration as she crawled onto Ava’s cheek, which elicited a giggle from Ava that shook the ground beneath her.

    “Why did you do that?” Maggie asked, angrily slumping onto Ava’s cheek.

    “Do what?~” Ava replied coyly.

    “You know what you did, you jerk! I was so close!” Maggie snapped back. She had been a quiet, gentle soul ever since Ava took her in, but there were certainly times where she got a bit testy. This was one of those times.

    Ava gently rubbed Maggie's back with her finger as she cooed, “Aww, I’m sorry baby. But don’t worry, I’m going to make it up to you.~”

     Maggie suddenly looked up, her cheeks as red as a rose. Ava’s last few words were tinged with a familiar tone, and Maggie knew it all too well by this point: lust.

    In one smooth motion, Ava placed Maggie on the couch and stood up. She then turned toward Maggie, her relatively gigantic body looming over her and consuming her tiny form in its shadow.

    “This is always one of my favorite parts,~” Ava cooed with a shake of her hips. Maggie did nothing but stare up at her in awe. The idea that she had her girlfriend’s giant, sexy body all to herself was almost beyond her comprehension, so much so that throughout the years, she frequently thought she was dreaming. In this case, she was always happy to be proven wrong.

    Ava started to sensually dance, making sure she was always as close to Maggie as possible for optimal effect. At random points, she skillfully removed an article of clothing, showing more and more skin to her miniature lover as the minutes passed. Maggie resisted the urge to touch herself the whole time, trusting Ava that the wait would be worth it.

    Before she knew it, Ava was completely nude, her bare body on full display for Maggie to enjoy.

    “Like what you see?~” Ava teased. Jaw agape, Maggie’s only response was a slow nod, prompting another giggle from Ava before she picked her up and laid back down on the couch.

    She then delicately placed Maggie atop her breast, not an inch away from her nipple. With a smile, Ava cooed, “All yours, sweetie.~” But before she could utter the final syllable, Maggie had already leaped onto Ava’s nipple, fondling and sucking on it passionately.

    Ava bit her lip and teased, “Ooo, someone’s impatient today.” Maggie gave no reaction and continued her lovemaking, lost in a haze of lust. Ava followed suit as she began caressing her unoccupied breast with one hand and massaging her privates with the other. 

    Despite the size difference, Maggie was quite the match for Ava’s hand. Spurred on by her own libido and the subtle scent of milk, Maggie worshipped Ava’s nipple with everything she had. 

Early on in their sexual relationship, Maggie was worried that she wouldn’t be enough to satisfy someone like Ava. How could she, when even Ava’s smallest finger was taller than her? But Ava quickly put those fears to rest. What Maggie lacked in power, she made up for in effort, and that was more than enough for Ava.

After a few more minutes of breastplay, Ava’s hand left her now wet crotch and came to fetch Maggie, who had since started to hump Ava’s nipple in an attempt to get herself off. Ava’s fingers removed her from her perch before she could finish, and since she had just been denied orgasm a second time, Maggie was beginning to get legitimately annoyed.

“Stop that!” Maggie yelled, eliciting another giggle from Ava.

“I’m sorry!” Ava laughed, having fun at her girlfriend’s expense. “But have you noticed yet?”

“Noticed what?!”

“Look at my fingers,~” Ava said sultrily. With a huff, Maggie looked at them. She noticed how they glistened in the fireplace’s warm glow, followed by the unmistakable scent of Ava's musk. Once she realized what her fingers were coated in, Maggie blushed profusely. She knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, she felt herself being carried across Ava’s body by her drenched fingers, coming to a stop in front of the fluid's source. Despite this not being the first time they've had sex, the sight of Ava's daunting nethers always left her stunned and amazed. Ava knew Maggie wouldn't be the one to initiate right now, so with an exasperated sigh and a gentle push, Ava beckoned her towards her waiting pussy. Maggie, entranced by the sight and smell of her genitals, walked forward as if she was in a haze.

“Don’t keep me waiting now,~” Ava teased, vocalizing her lust-fueled impatience. This snapped Maggie out of her daze, and just in time too. Now that she was within reach of Ava’s genitals, she began her climb, using Ava’s labia as hand- and foot-holds. With each tug and stomp on Ava’s folds, Ava bit her lip harder and harder, stifling the urge to immediately shove Maggie inside of her.

After a grueling climb (for both parties), Maggie’s face was level with Ava’s engorged clitoris. She had reached the "summit," and in celebration of her achievement, she gave the mountain peak a gentle lick. She moaned at the taste and then began to affectionately nibble on it, an act that shook her surroundings with each bite. 

Regrettably, Ava usually just used Maggie as a sexual aid, whether by treating her like a tiny dildo or simply just shoving her inside her vagina as she masturbated. And since Maggie never objected to this (sometimes even seeming to really enjoy it), it didn’t occur to her until now to observe how Maggie would fare if left to her own devices. 

In short, she wished she had tried this a long time ago. Ava already needed to hold herself back from bucking her hips when Maggie was just climbing up her pussy. But now that she was playing with her clit, Ava was forced to hold onto her legs until her knuckles were white. The way her little hands and mouth felt on her sensitive nub was indescribable, and the desire to shove Maggie inside of her became more and more unbearable with each touch. 

Maggie could tell how close Ava was getting. Not only was Ava’s pussy positively drenched by this point, but she could feel Ava’s muscles shaking. She looked around and noticed Ava's attempts to restrain herself, and her mind suddenly snapped back to all the other times they had sex. More often than not, their form of intercourse ended with her body inside of Ava.

Not one to break tradition, she started to climb down, eliciting a confused moan from Ava. She felt so close when Maggie was playing with her clit, so in her lustful haze, she wondered why Maggie would stop. For a moment, she wondered if this was revenge for earlier, but rather than congratulate Maggie for her cunning, she waited as patiently as she could, trusting that Maggie wouldn't leave her out to dry like this. 

Eventually, Maggie rewarded her for her patience. She slid inside and inserted herself into Ava’s vagina up to her chest, holding onto her folds for support so she wouldn’t get sucked in (that is, she was holding on with one hand, her other hand was “preoccupied”). Then, she began to kick, bashing Ava’s walls in search of the spot that would finish the two of them off. Ava quickly figured out what she was doing, and started giving her directions on where to kick in between labored breaths.

“Left…left…right…higher…higher…low--HIGHER…”

After that last command, Maggie knew she was close. With one final kick, Ava let out a loud moan as her orgasm coursed through her entire body. As for Maggie, Ava’s walls tightly wrapped around her, covering her body in sexual fluids as they rushed by all around her. This, combined with the knowledge that she made her behemoth girlfriend cum all on her own, brought Maggie to her own climax. As her body seized with pleasure, she gave a small contribution to the torrent of liquid that was currently pushing her out of Ava's vagina. As their orgasms subsided, Maggie slid out of Ava, gliding down her perineum and eventually coming to a stop on the now-soaked couch.

Maggie laid in bliss in the pool of cum, closing her eyes as she basked in the scent of Ava’s love. As she rested, she felt some rumbles and grunts, and upon opening her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of her lover’s face smiling down on her. 

“You did amazing, sweetheart. I never thought someone as small as you could have such a big effect on me,~” Ava cooed, her face dripping with sweat after such an intense experience.

With a joyful and satisfied giggle, Maggie replied, “I love you too,” picking up on Ava’s double meaning. Unable to resist herself, Ava dropped her lips onto Maggie’s body, enveloping her in a tender kiss. Maggie wholeheartedly returned it, as well as hugging her lips for good measure. Neither knew how long that kiss lasted, they were too absorbed in each other to keep track.

Once they were finally done, Maggie found herself back between her girlfriend’s boobs, only this time she was much deeper inside Ava’s cleavage. Only her head was visible, with the rest of her body sandwiched between walls of soft, yielding flesh. Ava, who was still nude, was laying on her back and gently petting Maggie's head with her finger. The two of them did nothing but look at each other, savoring the quiet, intimate moment they were sharing. But after such an intense night together, this didn’t last long. The two of them soon drifted off to sleep, lulled into slumber by the heat of the fireplace and, most of all, by each other’s presence. 

Blissfully, they slept the night away, always being kept warm by each other’s loving embrace.