by Belle, Jove
“I can’t believe I’m here.” Abby fumbled with the fabric of Simone’s T-shirt, pushing it up but not all the way off. She stopped when her fingers skimmed over Simone’s nipples, making Simone groan, then gasp at the sharp pinch-twist. “I’ve always, always wanted you. Even in high school when you were sleeping with everyone else but wouldn’t give me a second glance.” Abby forced Simone’s T-shirt up and over Simone’s head. It fell to the floor and was soon joined by Simone’s shorts.
“You know why I wanted you to come here?” Simone remembered her goal, her ultimate reason for demanding Abby make the trip across town rather than finishing over the phone. “I wanted to be able to touch you. I wanted to be able to take my time and really make you feel it. And,” Simone took a deep, steadying breath, “I wanted to have as many options as possible while doing it.”
“Options?” The word shivered over Abby’s skin, and a trail of bumps followed in the wake.
The first time they’d fucked had been amazing, the fulfillment of a fantasy for Simone. It had been everything, yet it hadn’t been enough. Simone had cut the hell out of her knees on the gravel driveway and ended up with a dent in her trunk. To top it off, Abby had gotten off twice, but Simone hadn’t.
Even without orgasm, their frantic, desperate, borderline violent fucking in the crisp November air had left Simone dazed. If it was all Simone ever had of Abby, she would cherish the memory. It would carry her. But if they were going to do it again, and thank Jesus they were, Simone wanted this experience to be everything the first time wasn’t. She didn’t want a repeat of the desperate, clothes-still-on, one-sided finger fucking. She wanted to make sure Abby really knew what it meant to be fucked by—to make love to—a woman.
“Come with me.” Simone led Abby slowly down the hall to her room, each step steady and easy. Just because Abby showed up naked didn’t mean she couldn’t change her mind. Simone wanted her to have plenty of time to do that before they got to the bedroom, because once inside, Simone wasn’t letting her leave for days. The rest of her life could kiss her ass.
Abby didn’t hesitate. She matched Simone step for step, pausing before entering the room to give Simone a deep, lingering kiss that started gentle and sweet, until Simone couldn’t stand the tenderness any longer and she deepened it until it was a desperate, inelegant, and sloppy grinding of tongues and teeth.
Simone tugged Abby’s hand and led her impatiently to the bed. She invited her to sit, and when she looked comfortable, Simone opened the bedside drawer.
“Options,” she said as she laid out objects one by one. A leather harness. Several dildos in varying shape and size, including her favorite, which was bright purple, only eight inches long, and thinner than the others. It fit into places the larger ones wouldn’t go without a lot more coaxing. A box of condoms. Vibrating finger massagers. Flavored massage oil. A string of beads. Three different bottles of lube. A leather paddle that left the impression of the word SLUT when swung just right. A pair of nipple clamps.
Abby stopped her with a gentle hand covering hers when she began to pull more out of the drawer. “I’ve seen enough.”
“Yeah?” Simone had all sorts of delicious, wonderfully naughty ideas of what she wanted to do to Abby and in what order. In that moment, however, she was more interested in hearing about what Abby wanted. “Anything appeal to you?”
Abby started replacing items in the drawer. “Let’s just keep it simple.” Back went the nipple clamps and the paddle, followed by the flavored massage oil and the vibrating finger massagers. She stopped when all that was left was the harness, the bright purple dildo, and a bottle of lube. Her eyes were dark and wide. “This is what I want.”
Simone ran her finger along the stiff leather edge. She had other, softer harnesses—like the black nylon that felt like it was barely there when she wore it—but she liked the hard edges of the leather. She liked the feel of it digging into her skin. She liked that it was solid and heavy. She liked a little—and sometimes even a lot—of pain to go with her fucking. The imprint the leather left behind was a favored reminder of what she’d done. Simone wasn’t a nice girl when it came to sex, and her life became much simpler when she was finally able to admit that to herself.
“It’ll take me a second to get this on.” Simone undid the buckles.
“No.” Abby reached for the harness. “I want to wear it.”
Simone released the harness to Abby’s hands. Her mouth went instantly dry with Abby’s comment, and she realized that, while Abby had technically been in her apartment and naked for at least fifteen minutes, Simone was still partially clothed. She swallowed and removed her bra and panties. “Okay.” The word came out scratchy and barely there. She swallowed again and said, “Do you know how to put it on?”
Abby didn’t answer. She stared at Simone’s breasts, a bit of drool forming in the corner of her mouth.
Simone smiled and pointed to Abby’s lip. “You have a little something right,” she brushed against the corner of her mouth with her thumb, “there.”
“Right.” Abby surged forward and captured Simone’s lips in a fierce kiss.
Seriously, Simone could stay just like that all night long, just getting lost in Abby’s kiss, the taste of her lips, her hot breath mixing with Simone’s, the demand of her tongue as it pushed deeper into her mouth. It was intoxicating. The hot pressure low in her belly begged for more. She wrenched her mouth away. “Do you know how to…” She gestured at the harness and made a series of one-handed pointing/buckling motions.
Abby looked dazed, her pupils blown wide and her eyes half closed. “Ummm…I’ve never…not any of this…”
Simone gently removed the harness from Abby’s grasp and knelt at her feet. She was uncertain about how she felt about Abby wearing the cock instead of her. It was definitely a departure from what she expected and what she usually did, but that didn’t make it a bad thing. She was nervous, apprehensive, and turned on as all fuck. The thought of Abby above her, pushing into her…it wasn’t a bad thought at all.
“Let me.” Simone released the buckle she’d already loosened, then held the harness low in front of Abby. “Just step in.”
“Okay.” Abby’s voice was shaky, but she stepped into the harness without hesitation. She placed her hand lightly on Simone’s head, presumably for balance. Her fingers were long and smooth, and Simone couldn’t wait to do something to make those fingers dig in and grip hard.
Simone guided the leather into place, sliding her hands along the smooth skin of Abby’s legs and thighs. When she reached the top, she caressed Abby’s ass, then kneaded the firm muscles. Abby moaned, and the pressure on Simone’s head increased slightly so she did it again, more firmly the second time. Abby had a perfect ass—tight, round, and well muscled. Simone couldn’t wait to get behind it and make Abby beg. “Perfect,” she whispered.
Before she let herself get further distracted—she was on eye level with Abby’s cunt, for God’s sake—Simone tightened the straps and buckled them in place. The desire to stay there on her knees just feeling Abby’s skin, breathing in her essence, was overwhelming. Simone leaned back onto her heels, once again trying to use physical distance, however small, to gain a little mental clarity. And once again it didn’t work. She fastened the purple dildo in place. Eight inches didn’t sound very long when said aloud, but with it strapped to the woman who’d given Simone a hard-on for over a decade, it didn’t seem small at all.
Simone poked out her tongue and touched it to the tip of the dildo. She’d been in this position before, but never with a partner who hadn’t explicitly placed her there. That she was here, on the verge of giving Abby a serious blow job without being forced, surprised Simone. That it made her crazy wet was enough to make her follow through without prompting.
She wrapped her lips around the purple head, and Abby tensed to the point of trembling. “You don’t have to…”
“I know.” Simone looked up and met Abby’s curious gaze. “I want to. J
ust relax.” She gripped Abby’s hand, the one that wasn’t already gripping her head, and led it to the side of her face. She kissed the palm, then guided it farther back until both hands cupped the sides of her head, just above and behind her ears. She knew from being in Abby’s position that she was going to want a good grip when Simone got started for real. “You’re going to enjoy this.”
Simone wrapped both hands around Abby’s legs and gripped the back of her thighs. She parted her lips and pulled Abby toward her. Traditional blow jobs where it was all tease and tongue did nothing for a dildo. The imagery was great for about ten seconds, but after that the person strapped in needed to fuck something. Simone wanted Abby’s hips in motion, guiding her to thrust before she even realized herself that she wanted to. Soon enough, Simone knew, she’d be mentally begging Abby to stop and simultaneously to never stop. Having her throat fucked felt awful and yet oh so fucking amazing all at the same time. And she wanted Abby to feel the power of holding her face and forcing her cock—Simone’s cock—down Simone’s throat.
She pulled Abby into her mouth until she felt the cock brush her uvula, then paused. She swallowed and collected herself, holding Abby in place while she tamped down the urge to vomit. It would pass. She just had to be patient and let her body work through its reflexive response. When her stomach settled, she pressed forward again, pausing when she felt the tip of the cock push against the back of her throat.
“God, Simone.” Abby choked on whatever she was going to say as Simone gripped her thighs and pulled her back. She needed another moment to recover. The cock went in only about halfway, but four inches was a lot when it was causing a gag reflex.
Before Abby could collect her thoughts, Simone pulled her forward again, working her through the speed and force she wanted her to thrust. She paused again when Abby hit the back of her throat, raised her eyes to meet Abby’s gaze, then pushed farther. There was initial resistance, then the cock slid down Simone’s throat. She held it there long enough to swallow. She doubted Abby could feel the vibration of the motion through the silicone, but old habits die hard, and when Simone decided to give a blow job, she refused to half-ass it.
Abby’s grip in her hair tightened, her fingers scraping Simone’s scalp and pulling her hair in the most delicious way, and then she released the pressure. She left her hands in place, weaving into Simone’s hair. Simone guided one hand to her throat. She wanted Abby to feel herself inside Simone. With Abby’s fingers stretched along the length of her throat, Simone pulled back slowly, letting Abby feel the cock retreat bit by bit.
“Jesus.” Abby groaned and the grip in her hair returned, and she dug her nails into Simone’s throat, chasing the path up the cock as it traveled up. “Fuck.”
Simone didn’t allow Abby to pull out completely. She didn’t want her to have time to think, to decide this was too scary, too manly for her to continue. She jerked Abby’s hips forward hard and quick, forcing the cock down her throat again. She swallowed quickly, letting Abby’s fingers feel the muscles of her esophagus work against the cock. Without pausing, she pulled her back out, then jerked her forward again. Simone was ready. Abby was ready. Simone wanted Abby to take her. She wanted her to fuck her like it was the only thing that mattered, like it was the only thing on the planet to do.
That was enough for Abby. She grabbed hold of Simone’s hair, holding her head tight in place and began to thrust on her own. She moved slower than the pace Simone tried to set for her. Simone wanted frantic. She wanted Abby to come undone. She wanted Abby to come down her throat and collapse on top of her. And she wanted to suck the come from between Abby’s legs when she did and then kiss Abby with the flavor still on her lips.
Simone held herself firmly in place. She didn’t rush forward to meet Abby’s hips, nor did she shrink away. She held herself open and receptive to whatever—and however—Abby wanted to give to her. She reflexively dropped her hands from Abby’s hips and clasped them together behind her back. Years of training taught her that’s where they belonged in this situation. But this wasn’t that type of situation. Abby wasn’t even close to being in control. She was taking what Simone offered, but she wouldn’t know how to take it if Simone resisted. She hadn’t earned the kind of submissive acquiescence that kept her hands behind her back in the past.
Not to mention that Abby was getting desperately close to coming, if the near-frantic snap of her hips was anything to judge by. Last time they were together, Abby had gotten off and Simone was left wanting. She wasn’t about to let that happen again. She redirected her left hand to her own clit. She was right-hand dominant, so using her left on herself would slow her own progress toward release. And given how hard she was at the moment, she needed that minor road bump.
Besides, that left her right hand free to pursue other things. She let the fingers of her left hand work through her own folds, teasing her clit and pussy. God, this woman made her wet beyond belief. How much of that was leftover high-school fantasy, and how much was real in the moment? Simone decided she didn’t care when Abby thrust particularly hard and a thrill traveled sharp and fast from her mouth straight to her cunt. She was going to come soon.
Abby’s face was strained, her eyes fluttering, half open and staring at the cock as it slid between Simone’s lips.
They slid shut for a moment, only to open again seconds later. Her mouth was open in a perfect “O” to match the forced shape of Simone’s. Sweat beaded at her temple and ran in rivulets down her face and neck.
It wasn’t enough for Simone. Abby was still too much in control, resisting the pleasure Simone offered. Simone wrapped her right hand around Abby’s thigh again. She considered, very briefly, snaking it lower and letting it play in the juices running down Abby’s leg. No, she wanted to lick it all away later, when she’d make Abby come a second time with her tongue.
Instead, she kneaded the firm muscles of Abby’s ass, digging her fingers in hard to match the power of Abby’s thrusts. She wanted Abby to feel the impression of her fingers for days after. She wanted Gavin to see evidence of her time with Abby. More than that, though, she wanted Abby to come.
Slowly, she worked her fingers toward the crack, the line separating the perfect cheeks of Abby’s behind. When she reached her goal, she pulled hard, digging her fingers in and separating the flesh, exposing her goal—Abby’s anus—to the air. Abby gasped and her thrust stopped mid-stroke, her cock deep in Simone’s throat.
Simone met her gaze, watching her eyes as she worked her finger slowly toward the opening. When she reached it, she felt the puckered opening flex and tighten against her fingertip. Abby’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling Simone to pinpoint prickling attention. Simone tweaked her own clit hard, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. She needed to last just a little longer, to enjoy the reward of reaching her destination.
Simone circled her finger slowly around Abby’s anus, teasing and gentle. Abby’s eyes slid shut and still she held herself perfectly still, the cock not moving. Simone needed to get her going again before she choked for real. Simone pushed inside of Abby, one finger, just the nail, barely breaching the opening, and pulled her head back. She needed air and Abby was frozen-statue still.
Jiggling her finger just inside the rim felt impossibly good for Simone. She knew how good it felt for Abby, the barely there teasing that felt so much larger than it really was. And the delicious, dirty raunchiness of it made Simone want to push all the way in, to spread Abby open in one clean thrust. It was too soon, though. Abby wasn’t ready. But she could take just a little more.
Simone spread her palm wide against the skin of Abby’s buttock, keeping her finger steadily working. Gentle, slow, yet persistent movements. She pulled Abby’s hips forward and opened her throat to the intrusion, once again guiding Abby through the motions, showing her how to fuck her. Abby remained still, unmoving, and Simone nudged Abby’s hips back, releasing the cock with a pop and kissing the tip of it.
“Abby…” Simone jig
gled her finger again, a little more assertively, her other hand still working steadily on her own clit. “Abby, baby, please, I’m so close. Please.”
Simone spread her lips, holding her mouth open millimeters from the cock but not taking it in. Abby finally, slowly, slid the cock in, pausing when she hit the back of Simone’s throat like Simone had taught her. She was a quick learner and Simone would reward her for that later. And then Abby pushed the cock home. Simone pressed her finger deeper, entering up to her first knuckle. Still not deep, but clearly far more than Abby was accustomed to.
Abby pulled back and thrust forward again, and again, not pausing between strokes, and Simone worked her finger deeper with every thrust until she was fucking it in and out of Abby’s ass in rhythm with the stroke of the cock entering her throat.
Simone let her fingers dance across her own clit, urging herself higher. Abby was close and Simone wanted to come with Abby’s cock still in her throat and her finger buried in Abby’s ass. If she timed it wrong, Abby would come before her, then come to her senses and make Simone withdraw before she was ready. Abby felt too deliciously dirty and perfect for Simone to want to give that up before her orgasm.
Finally, after several more thrusts, and at a moment when Simone was sure Abby would pull out all her hair, Abby came with a high growl. Simone held her finger deep inside Abby’s ass, vibrating it as fast as she could to match the tempo against her own clit. She needed to breathe, but the cock was buried deep in her throat and Abby was collapsing on top of her.
Simone’s orgasm ripped through, racing out from her clit, up through her belly and chest and down through her legs. Her thighs trembled as she pushed the cock out of her mouth and removed her finger from Abby’s ass.
Abby slumped to the floor next to her and Simone tried to collect her as well as she could between gasping for breath and waiting for her extremities to start working again. Abby’s breathing was rough and uneven, and shudder after shudder ran the course of her body as Simone held her.