Part 10

After dinner, they went back to Beyoncé's hotel room where Ryan decided to ask all of her questions; was this a suite, did she like it, why not just stay in a regular hotel room, where did the flowers come from, this was a nice hotel, why did Beyoncé still want to see her?

Beyoncé just shrugged at the last question. Ryan was clearly just in a talkative mood. She was usually so shy but she'd been coming out of her shell a little more and Beyoncé liked this side of her. Maybe she'd had too much wine at dinner. But it was kind of adorable to hear her talk so much.

Beyoncé had zoned out, sat atop the bathroom counter starting to take her makeup off. Her eyes were lowering paying little attention to the words from Ryan's lips. But she watched her lazily, admiring her quietly.

"Bey?" Ryan said and Beyoncé absently nodded.

"Mhm?" She hadn't really been paying attention, just watching Ryan talk, seeing those lips move the way they did.

"Why do you like being called mama?"

Beyoncé's eyes shot open now. That was not what she expected... at all. Why did she like it? That was complicated to answer honestly. It wasn't anything wrong, it was just kind of complex. "Do you not like it honey?" She asked as Ryan got closer to her, taking off her jewellery.

Ryan shook her head, "I like it." She bit her lip. Ryan hadn't thought about why she liked it, she just knew that it turned her on and that the way Beyoncé said it made her feel so good.

Beyoncé smiled and reached out a hand to Ryan. "Good cuz mama wants a kiss," she looked Ryan up and down, eyes trailing over her taller frame as she pulled her in closer.

Ryan acquiesced and kissed her, tasting the lip gloss on her lips. Bey didn't want to pull away but found Ryan pulling back to look at her face before the younger one spoke.

"You're so cute," Ryan said unexpectedly.

"What?" Beyoncé frowned, raising a brow.

"I said you're so cute," Ryan repeated with a smile.

Beyoncé felt tingles spread throughout her body. Here she was double her age and Ryan was standing between her legs calling her cute. Her cheeks got a slight pink tinge as she smiled, a little gummy at the words. Ryan made her feel so good.

"Kiss me again pretty girl," Beyoncé tugged until Ryan was standing in between her legs, eyes glinting as she looked up at her.

They kissed again, this time Beyoncé tucking a finger beneath Ryan's chin. The younger girl closed her eyes not wanting to pull away. She wasn't drunk or tipsy or anything, just happy to be in this bathroom with Beyoncé. Her lips went to Beyoncé's neck sucking at the skin running her tongue all over her. She was on a mission.

"Mmm," bey moaned as Ryan's hands began to roam along her dress.

"Mm honey, keep doing that," she hissed as Ryan kissed her skin, pressing her lips hard into Beyoncé's neck. A smile crept into Ryan's cheeks as she continued to toy with Beyoncé's body.

She could see it was working, could feel the older woman becoming weak to her touch. She knew exactly where the buttons were to push. She kissed under her ear causing Beyoncé to release a string of moans as she tilted her head up. "Ryan baby..." she breathed.

Ryan pressed a deeper kiss into her neck and then another. She was on a mission. And then she was taking Beyoncé's dress off. It came off easily leaving her in just her matching lingerie.

Beyoncé she reached down to take off her heels and Ryan shook her head. "Leave them on," she said, her eyes going darker.

Beyoncé bit her lip. What was this new side of Ryan that she hadn't seen before? She felt like her knees had gone weak as she sat up on the bathroom counter half naked and being touched. Ryan looked so pretty telling her what to do, never losing that charm that Beyoncé was so attracted to.

Ryan reached behind her and took off her bra letting Beyoncé's breasts bounce free as she eyed them intensely. Beauty marks lay scattered along her skin and down her chest. And her boobs looked heavy, tender and yearning for her touch.

Bey watched Ryan's reaction, the way her eyes grew wider, her lips curved into a smirk, and Ryan got this kind of hunger in her that Beyoncé hadn't expected. Ryan didn't waste any time getting her lips on Beyoncé's breasts. They were so fucking pretty and fit into her mouth perfectly.

"Mm," Beyoncé moaned stroking a hand through Ryan's hair. Ryan licked over her chest, sucking those nipples into her mouth quickly. They were so hard and fun to flick with her tongue. Especially when Beyoncé moaned like that. "Just like that honey," Bey could feel between her legs getting wetter and wetter.

Her nipples felt extra sensitive too, every lick was enough to make her moan. And Ryan felt herself get wetter with the feedback. It felt good to have Beyoncé in her mouth, to know that she was the one making her moan.

Beyoncé felt more turned on than she would've thought. "You like sucking them baby?" Beyoncé asked. "You're making mama feel so so good."

Ryan grazed her with her teeth closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of Beyoncé in her mouth.Her naked form was so damn sexy. Ryan pressed her tongue to her nipples taking her time to get her more worked up.

"Such a good g— oh fuck" Beyoncé started to roll her hips moaning as Ryan flicked her nipple with her tongue. "Just like that baby," she moaned, between her thighs getting warmer.

She ran a hand along Ryan's head, letting her fingernails graze Ryan's scalp. "Don't stop baby, you're making me so wet."

And then Ryan bit her lip and told Beyoncé to stay still. Then she found herself on her knees once again, her head tucked in between Beyoncé's legs.

Ryan kissed over her legs and thighs and looked up to see the older woman practically inching herself into her.

"Please honey," Beyoncé groaned. Ryan had teased her to the point of needing it. She wasn't supposed to be this worked up. She hissed and tugged and moaned messing up Ryan's hair as she almost begged for it. "Mama needs it," she groaned, trying to stop herself from pushing Ryan in closer.

Ryan couldn't resist her though.

"Ohhh fuck," Beyoncé moaned feeling Ryan's tongue make a circle inside of her. Ryan dragged her tongue through her folds carelessly letting Beyoncé cover her in her juices.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me like this."

Ryan's eyes closed as Beyoncé's thighs opened up wider. She was so wet and Ryan wanted it all. Beyoncé moaned and Ryan kept her tongue flicking, dragging Beyoncé's clit into her mouth.

"Faster baby, I'm so close," Beyoncé moaned and Ryan did as told. It was the first time Beyoncé was taking full control of her own pleasure. Usually she was so focused on Ryan that her own pleasure was like a byproduct.

But now she had her legs rested on Ryan's shoulder's, heels up in the air, as Ryan made her cry out in pleasure.

"Ohhhh!" She hissed. Ryan was slurping her up and it felt so good. "Baby you're doing such a good job," Beyoncé moaned, a little raspy and the younger girl continued slurping. Ryan really couldn't get enough. She loved the sound of Beyoncé's pleasure and tasting it on her lips. She was determined to have Beyoncé running down her chin.

And then Ryan looked up from between her thighs, their eyes meeting as Ryan continued to lick her up.

"Oh honey fuck, I'm coming," she twitched pushing Ryan's head in deeper to her core. "Ry baby fuckkk," her body was coming apart and her legs shook around Ryan's face.

Ryan continued licking and tasting her until Beyoncé was pushing her away firmly so both of them could catch their breath.

Moments later, Bey pulled her up kissing her all over her face. She loved the taste of her juices on Ryan's lips. Ryan was just so eager to please, practically melting into her touch.

"Tell me you're wet for me honey," Beyoncé asked dragging her lips over Ryan's neck.

The quieter one nodded silently. She was soaking, practically dripping down her thighs. She knew her panties were a mess by now, probably covered in her juices. She was so damn horny for this lady.

Beyoncé hummed in response to her admission. It made her feel good to know she had that effect. She dragged Ryan over to the bed, barely breaking the skin to skin contact for a second, her heels still on as she looked down at the smaller girl.

Ryan shuddered and Beyoncé's whole expression changed. She was going to show Ryan exactly how good she felt.

They went at it like rabbits for the rest of the night, both wearing each other out with just their fingers, clits and tongues.

"You did such a good job baby," Beyoncé said kissing along her skin. "I'm so proud of you, cumming all over mommy's fingers like that." Beyoncé was full of praise for her, sleepily kissing up her legs to her back.

Ryan took a moment to come down breathing deeply in and out as Beyoncé placed gentle kisses all over her body. Finally Beyoncé took her fingers out reaching up to her lips to suck Ryan's juices from them.

She always tasted so good. Beyoncé should've been used to it by now. But every time, it felt like a hit from a drug.

Then Ryan's dark eyes looked up at her, wide open like she'd just experienced something new. And it was new for her.

"What are we doing?" She asked, her voice quiet like the question was trying to hide. It had been playing on her mind for a while. This felt like more than sex but she couldn't put her finger on why. Was it just that intense that her brain was misconstruing it?

Sex never made her feel like this though.

She closed her eyes and Beyoncé looked at her then looked away sighing. "I'm not sure..." she replied honestly.

She knew what Ryan probably wanted to hear but that wouldn't be true. She had a kid and she had a life to think about. She couldn't just say something she'd regret later and expect everything to be okay.

Ryan didn't say anything and Beyoncé went back to stroking along her skin, as Ryan nibbled the inside of her lip thoughtfully. Beyoncé was making her feel so good. So safe inside of this hotel suite bubble.

"Hold me?" Ryan asked rolling onto her side, ready to finally fall asleep.

Bey smiled, taking off her heels and climbing properly into the bed beside her. She was just as confused as Ryan. Whatever they were doing should probably be defined. But what if defining it took away from all the fun they were having?

The two fell asleep, completely naked with Beyoncés body wrapped tightly around Ryan's.

That night Ryan had a dream that she was flying. She was up in the air getting higher and higher. It had been fun at first, watching the city grow beneath her, feeling the soft clouds as she passed through them.

But then she felt her body rising up high in the darkness. And she couldn't stop. It was getting hotter and hotter, the air was getting thinner. Her body heat was rising and she couldnt do anything. She had nothing to hold her stable — no wings, no sense of balance — she was just flying unable to control it, unable to stop it.

She wanted to get down but she didn't know how. Her body was so damn hot now, sweating from the atmospheric heat. She couldn't stop flying. She had the sense if she stopped she'd fall to her death. But if she kept going she'd crash and burn.

Higher. Higher. She couldn't go down.

The air was so thin. She was lightheaded now.

Sweat poured from her skin as the sun grew closer. Maybe she could drop. She could fall and be fine.

Panicking, she jerked herself awake, breathing fast when she looked around. It was warm and so were the bedcovers. And there was an arm was draped over her side making her even hotter.

Remembering the night before, she shook her head, letting her breathing slow and even out. That had been so damn intense.

And she looked down to see those familiar hands. Those fingers that were inside of her just a few hours ago. They were so pretty, so skilled. She shifted getting up to pee. But when she moved she accidentally woke Beyoncé up.

The older woman looked at her questioningly. Her eyes were wide despite being sleepy as she looked over at the younger woman climbing out of the bed.

"Need to pee," Ryan explained and Beyoncé hummed letting her head rest back on the pillows. She closed her eyes waiting for Ryan to come back. She could sleep without her but she didn't want to.

Finally, Ryan climbed back into bed taking note of how gorgeous Beyoncé looked in the dim light. Her face looked so innocent and young. Maybe sleep was crowding her eyes but in that moment Beyoncé looked so bare and pretty.

————————-[A/N]Sorry I didn't update last week but here!

I usually have an idea of where my fics are going but with this I literally have just been making it up as we go. Thanks for coming (& cumming) on this journey with me 😭 i know how yall are.

Any thoughts?