Thirteen Hours

by Meghan O'Brien

  “You want me to fuck you until you come, don’t you?” Dana pulled out, then pushed back inside. “You’ve been waiting for this since the moment I put you over my knee.”

  “Yes,” Laurel repeated. She was prepared to say anything to keep Dana’s finger moving.

  But instead, Dana pulled out. And climbed off the bed.

  Laurel planted her elbows on the bed and propped herself up. She stared at Dana, unable to believe she would leave her like this. “Where are you going?”

  Dana stood at the side of the bed, smiling in amusement. She took Laurel’s upper arm in her hand, pulling her into a sitting position.

  “You’re being punished. So you get to make me come first.”

  Like that’s punishment. Laurel nodded as Dana guided her shaking hands to the button on her blue jeans. “What do you want me to do?”

  Dana pulled off her T-shirt. “Take off my jeans,” she said. “And then I want you on your knees beside the bed. You’re going to suck me off.”

  Laurel fumbled with Dana’s zipper, not only because she was too excited to be smooth, but also to excite that part of Dana that she could see getting off on their dynamic of dominance and submission. She eased the tab down, then tugged her lover’s jeans over her hips and thighs.

  Dana stepped out of her jeans and wound her fingers in Laurel’s hair. Pulling Laurel’s face to the crotch of her lavender panties, she growled, “You want this pussy, don’t you?”

  Laurel nodded. The cotton was damp against her nose and lips, and Dana’s scent hung heavily in the air. Her mouth watered for a taste.

  “Please.”

  “Kiss it.”

  Laurel pursed her lips and kissed the spot over Dana’s clit. She pressed forward slightly, nudging Dana with her nose.

  Exhaling shakily, Dana tugged on her hair. “Take a little taste.”

  Laurel poked her tongue out and licked over Dana’s panties, sampling her through the thin material. Taking a chance, she hooked her fingertip in the crotch of the panties, pulling it to the side. This time, she was able to slide her tongue along bare flesh.

  Dana pulled on her hair, forcing Laurel’s face away from the space between her thighs. With her free hand, she gripped Laurel’s arm and guided her onto the floor. “On your knees, little girl.”

  Laurel settled on the carpet, turning to face the bed. Dana tugged her underwear down and kicked them away carelessly. She sat on the bed and spread her legs, threading her fingers through Laurel’s hair.

  “Come on,” Dana urged. She pulled Laurel closer until her face was only inches from Dana’s patch of dark, curly hairs. “I want you to show me how a good slut licks pussy.”

  Laurel rocked forward on her knees and lowered her head so she could take Dana’s labia in her mouth. She moaned at the salty-sweet musk of her lover’s juices.

  “Oh, you like that,” Dana murmured. She stroked Laurel’s hair, spreading her thighs wider to allow her better access. “Don’t you?”

  Laurel mumbled her agreement, running her tongue up and down over Dana’s pussy. She could feel the wetness spilling from her, and it stoked her arousal. Reaching between her own legs with a discreet hand, she stroked at her labia and clit with her fingertips.

  “Suck it.” Dana brought her free hand to cradle Laurel’s jaw.

  “Suck me, baby.”

  Laurel changed tactics and obediently sucked Dana’s clit into her mouth. She lapped up and down the distended shaft with the very tip of her tongue. She pulled out every move she knew Dana liked, desperate to make her happy.

  “Oh,” Dana gasped. She lay back on the bed, releasing Laurel’s jaw and bringing her hand up to pinch her own nipple. Her other hand stayed tangled in Laurel’s hair. “So nice, baby.”

  Laurel rested her hands on Dana’s thighs as she worked her mouth.

  She murmured in pleasure as she moved her tongue, letting Dana know how much she enjoyed what she was doing.

  Dana’s thighs started to tremble. She moaned and arched her back, tightening her hand in Laurel’s hair. “That’s right,” Dana growled. She forced Laurel’s face harder between her legs and pumped her hips against her tongue. “Make me come with your mouth.”

  Dana’s clit was as swollen as Laurel had ever felt it. She took it between her lips with no problem, batting at it with the tip of her tongue. Dana groaned, thighs shaking, and her whole body tensed as a flood of hot wetness coated Laurel’s chin. Laurel felt a rush of pride at her accomplishment.

  As soon as Dana’s convulsions subsided, she pushed Laurel away and rose to her feet, towering over a still-kneeling Laurel. “Get on the bed. It’s your turn.”

  With shaking legs, Laurel crawled onto the mattress. “How do you want me?”

  Dana crossed the room to Laurel’s oak dresser. “On top.”

  Laurel settled back and watched as Dana pulled the harness from the sex toy drawer, along with Laurel’s favorite dildo. Her clit pulsed in anticipation.

  “You approve?” Dana smiled over her shoulder as she fastened the harness around her waist.

  “Wholeheartedly.”

  “Good.” Properly equipped, Dana strode back to the bed.

  Without being told, Laurel scooted over to make room, and Dana lay down on her back. Her orgasm had taken the edge off slightly, and now she could focus solely on Laurel’s pleasure. She slipped right back into her dominant role.

  “I want to watch my naughty slut fuck herself.” She grasped Laurel’s arm. “Climb on.”

  Laurel straddled Dana’s hips, planting one knee on either side of her body. She reached between their bodies and grasped the base of the dildo Dana wore.

  Dana covered her hand with strong fingers. “But first ask me if you can have my cock.”

  Laurel blushed at her eagerness. She forced herself to slow down and meet Dana’s eyes. “May I have it?” she murmured. She rubbed the head over her clit, shuddering at the fierceness of her desire. “Please, Dana.”

  “Take it.” Dana rested her hand on Laurel’s hip, encouraging her to lower herself onto the dildo. “Take it inside, baby, and fuck yourself on it.”

  Laurel brought the tip of the dildo to her entrance, pressing it inside with careful patience. This particular dildo was one of her larger ones, and it always took her a few moments to adjust to its size. Dana gripped her hips with both hands and held on as Laurel took in its length.

  “That’s what you’ve been wanting,” Dana murmured. She reached between them and rubbed gentle circles on Laurel’s swollen clit, relaxing her pussy and easing the passage of the dildo as it slid inside. “Isn’t it?”

  Laurel dropped her head, exhaling through her nostrils. This was the fullness she had craved. “It feels so good.”

  With both hands on Laurel’s hips, Dana encouraged her to rock up and down on the dildo. “That’s right. Fuck me, baby.”

  Given permission, Laurel moved in earnest. She put her hands on the headboard and ground her hips into Dana’s, riding her hard.

  “Dana,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Dana delivered a hard smack to Laurel’s bottom. Still tender from her spanking, Laurel winced and fucked Dana faster.

  “That’s right,” Dana said. “Fuck yourself. Show me what a hungry little slut you are.”

  Laurel’s pussy tightened around the dildo, and she moved faster.

  When Dana smacked her ass again, she groaned and jerked her hips back and forth. She set a fast pace, desperate to come after being teased for so long.

  Dana lay still on her back, staring up as Laurel did all the work to get herself off. “Do you want to come?”

  Laurel nodded. Sweat gathered on her brow, and a single droplet snaked a lazy trail down her temple, over her jawline. She leaned forward, still gripping the headboard, and moved her hips at a furious pace. She was close, but release proved elusive.

  “You want me to hold you down on the bed and fuck you hard until you come all over this cock?”

  “Yes.�
� Laurel released a keening moan when Dana’s hips began moving, thrusting the dildo up into her pussy. “Fuck, Dana, please—”

  Dana wrapped her arms around Laurel’s body and rolled them over until she was on top. Laurel’s thighs were spread wide, legs wrapped around Dana’s waist. The move took Laurel by surprise, and she felt weak for a moment as she registered her loss of control.

  Dana grabbed her wrists in a tight grip, then slammed them onto the bed above Laurel’s head. She brought her lips to Laurel’s ear as she began a series of forceful thrusts. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

  Laurel gasped and squirmed beneath Dana. “Oh, God—”

  “You’re getting tight, aren’t you, honey?” Dana loosened her fingers on Laurel’s wrists, but didn’t release her grip. “You want to come all over me.”

  “Yes,” Laurel begged.

  Dana increased the speed of her driving thrusts. She brought a hand down between their bodies, pinching Laurel’s nipple between her fingertips. She tugged and twisted on the erect nub until she wrenched free a mild cry of pain. “I can’t believe it makes you wet when I get rough with you like this,” Dana whispered. Her thrusts grew harder, more demanding. “I love fucking you like the naughty little slut you are.”

  Laurel’s pussy clenched and throbbed at the words, and a dense ball of pleasure formed deep in her belly. Dana pounded against her hard enough that her clit was bumped by the harness on every forceful stroke. Laurel kept her hands above her head as Dana tortured her nipples, closing her eyes and concentrating on the orgasm that promised to rip through her body.

  “Ask me to fuck you harder,” Dana panted. Her body was damp with sweat, heavy on top of Laurel’s. She still held one of Laurel’s wrists in her hand. “Beg me, Laurel.”

  Laurel felt the orgasm tingling in her toes. “Please,” she begged, “fuck me harder.” She squirmed beneath Dana, trying to bring her hips up to meet the vigorous strokes.

  Dana released her nipple and brought her hand up to pin Laurel’s free wrist to the bed once again. When she had her fully restrained, she increased the strength of her pounding.

  “Come for me,” Dana commanded. “Let me hear you come all over that big cock.” She pressed her face into Laurel’s neck, biting the tender skin there.

  It was more than enough to send Laurel over the edge. She opened her mouth and called out as her pussy contracted in pleasure. The orgasm hit her hard, making her voice crack and her legs shake, leaving her limp and boneless beneath Dana’s weight. She closed her eyes and rode it out for as long as possible, biting her lip as Dana continued to pump into her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, the strength of her release leaving her overwhelmed and unable to speak.

  “Stop,” Laurel finally gasped. An instant of thought, then, “Quicksilver.”

  Immediately Dana stopped moving. She released Laurel’s wrists and planted her hands on the mattress so she could push away from their sweaty embrace. “Are you all right?”

  Laurel released a helpless sob of ecstasy. She threw her arms around Dana’s neck, pulling her into a strong hug. “Oh my God,” she gasped. Aftershocks rumbled through her body, causing her pussy to tighten around the dildo that still rested inside. “Dana, that was amazing. That was…exactly what I wanted.”

  Dana felt her body vibrate with quiet joy. That had perfectly satisfied her own dominance fantasies. Was it possible that they were truly so compatible? “It was fun. I really did okay?”

  Laurel loosened her grip, drawing back to meet Dana’s tender gaze. At once, her sweet, sensitive lover was back. “You’re a fucking natural at that.”

  Dana beamed, feeling a swell of cocky pride. “I thought I did okay.”

  “Okay?” Laurel repeated incredulously. “That couldn’t have been more perfect. I came so hard—”

  “Really?”

  Laurel gave her a sincere nod. “But, honey?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You need to pull out of me now.” Laurel wrinkled her nose, shifting under Dana. “I’m thoroughly ravished.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” Dana shifted, unsure of how best to extricate herself from their embrace. “Why don’t you help me?”

  With a nod, Laurel tensed her muscles and helped push the dildo out of her body, groaning at the sensation. Dana backed off to sit on her knees, and began the involved task of releasing herself from the harness.

  “I wasn’t planning on using this, actually,” Dana murmured. She moved with languid grace, a peaceful smile on her face. “I just felt you under me and inspiration struck.”

  Laurel marveled at the sexy confidence of her lover. Sometimes she couldn’t believe this was the uptight project manager she’d met in the elevator that night. “I love feeling your body against mine when you’re inside me.”

  Dana grinned and kept unbuckling.

  Stretching, Laurel pulled the quilt that was bunched at the end of the bed over her body. A loud yawn forced its way out of her mouth.

  “Honey, you wore me out.”

  Dana discarded the dildo and harness on the floor. “Getting old, huh? Twenty-five and one little orgasm lays you out?”

  “There was nothing little about that orgasm.”

  A familiar look of self-satisfaction stole over Dana’s face. “Of course there wasn’t.”

  Laurel chuckled and reached out with a lazy hand to tug Dana under the quilt with her. “Come cuddle me.”

  “Actually, I wanted to do something else first.” Dana climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. “Don’t pass out just yet,” she called over her shoulder.

  After a moment, Laurel heard the bathtub faucet begin to run.

  Eyes closed, she couldn’t suppress a blissful smile. A hot bath. Lovely.

  She covered her damp sex with one hand, exhaling at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against sensitive skin.

  “Baby?”

  Laurel attempted to pick her head up off the pillow when Dana came back into the room, but failed miserably. Her muscles felt like jelly. “Yeah?”

  “Aww,” Dana cooed. She crossed over to the bed, dropping onto her knees next to Laurel. “Are you too tired for a bath?”

  “Just too boneless to actually stand up.” She turned her grin on her lover. “You fucked me hard.”

  Dana wrapped her arms around Laurel’s shoulders and gathered her into a reverent hug. “Yes, I did.” She tugged Laurel into a sitting position, supporting her weight with the embrace. “And now I want to wash you.”

  Laurel allowed Dana to lead her by the hand to the bathroom. The tub was full of steamy, fragrant water, and two of her favorite candles were lit on the edge. Dana gave her a shy smile when Laurel whimpered at the sight.

  “Get in,” Dana said. “I want to wash your hair.”

  Laurel was already testing the temperature with her toe. “You aren’t going to get in with me?”

  “I will in a couple of minutes.” Dana settled next to the tub and picked up a sponge. “Let me just pamper you first.”

  “I’m not about to argue.” Laurel sat down in the hot water, groaning as her aching muscles began to relax. “Oh, that feels wonderful.”

  Dana poured some body wash on the sponge and rubbed it over Laurel’s upper back. “You worked up a little sweat, honey.”

  “So did you.”

  “I think that’s the most exercise I’ve gotten in months.”

  Laurel leaned forward to give Dana better access to her back. “That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I felt so safe with you.”

  In the candlelight, she could see color rise on Dana’s cheeks.

  “I didn’t…go too far?”

  “Oh, no. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”

  “Lean back, darling,” Dana said. When Laurel complied, she rubbed the sponge over Laurel’s tender breasts. She was silent for some time, then murmured, “I felt safe with you, too.”

  “Yeah?” Laurel moaned quietly when Dana’s hand ventured down over her belly.

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nbsp; “Yeah,” Dana said. “I don’t think I could have done something like that if I didn’t trust you so completely.”

  In a way, it was funny that Dana, having played the dominant role, would feel like that. But Laurel understood what she was saying.

  “Trust is what makes something like that so good.” Laurel shivered as she reflected on their lovemaking. She cupped Dana’s pale breast in her hand and pinched her nipple lightly. “This is an amazing gift. Knowing that I can share my fantasies with you, and that you’ll play them out with me—”

  “I’ll have to remember that for your birthday. It’s a cheap gift.”

  Laurel swatted Dana’s arm. “Shut up.”

  “No, I mean it. It really fits within my budget.”

  Laurel smacked Dana’s arm again, harder this time. “Stop before I decide you’re not the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  Dana dropped the sponge and wrapped her arms around Laurel’s middle. “I am?”

  “Without a doubt.”

  Teasing fingers traced patterns down over her belly, then between her thighs. With a low groan, Laurel parted her legs to allow Dana to stroke the swollen lips of her pussy.

  “I am so crazy about you, Laurel.” Dana buried her face in Laurel’s neck, breathing hard. Her fingertips sought out Laurel’s clit, still impossibly swollen, and she began rubbing gentle circles around the ridge of flesh. “I feel so much that sometimes I don’t know how to tell you.”

  “Kiss me.” Despite her exhaustion, Laurel felt her ardor rising once again. “I always know how you feel when you kiss me.”

  Wordlessly, Dana did as she asked. She pulled her face from Laurel’s neck and found her lips, slipping her tongue inside her mouth with a quiet moan. Laurel looped her arms around her neck and kissed her back.

  Despite their rather inauspicious beginning—that messy, fumbling first kiss in the elevator—Laurel thought that kissing Dana was the most delicious thing she had ever done. If she could, she would spend every evening on the couch, just making out. Dana had honed an uncanny ability to communicate the depth of her emotions with her lips, and it was when Dana’s tongue played inside her mouth that Laurel felt the safest and most secure in their relationship.