by Ronica Black
Mary’s heart rate kicked up once again as she studied the woman. She was lost in the way the woman’s tendons and muscles moved, the slight sway of her pale breasts, the fisted stroking of her strong hand moving up and down over the phallus.
Mary scooted backward on the bed, wanting to be under the covers, wanting to watch the woman for hours from the head of the bed as she did things unimaginable to her. Mary shivered, turned on and confused. The thoughts were firing from a place inside she never knew existed. A frightening place. An exciting place. A demanding place.
The woman watched as Mary scrambled beneath the covers. Then she crawled toward her, breasts and phallus bobbing. She moved like a lioness on the hunt. She pulled the covers back and slid in next to Mary, her lips a centimeter from her ear.
“Open your legs, Mary.” And her hand followed her command, lightly stroking up Mary’s inner thigh. Delicate fingertips worked her, awakening her skin, first on one thigh, then the other.
Mary inhaled sharply and buried her face in the woman’s neck as the woman nibbled and kissed along her ear and jawline.
“That is it, Mary. Feel me.” Her hand moved higher and Mary’s legs fell open, eager for her touch. “Yes, Mary.”
The nimble fingers teased, brushing through Mary’s fine hairs. Mary sighed at the sensation and nearly burst out of her skin when the woman took her nipple in her mouth just as expert fingers found her painfully engorged clitoris.
“Ah!” Mary clung to her as the fingers and tongue moved in sync with each other. Around and around they both went, driving her mad. Mary gyrated her hips, the sensation so incredibly good. She relaxed her legs further with her knees flat on the bed, opening up fully, offering her wet, hungry flesh. The woman moved lower, hissing a long “yes” as she tunneled under the covers, trailing her hot mouth down Mary’s abdomen to her inner thighs to where her hand had been expertly playing.
“Watch, Mary,” she said as she threw back the covers and settled between her legs. Mary lifted her head and struggled to breathe as the woman began sucking on her inner thighs and working her tongue upward and into Mary’s folds. When it hit her virgin flesh, she cried out and gripped her head. The woman continued, finding her clit right away, flicking it mercilessly, opening Mary further with the outward press of her thumbs.
“Oh, Jesus.” The muffled throb of the club had settled inside her once again, now beating beneath her clit as the woman teased it and plied it with attention from her heavy, slick tongue. Faster and harder. Faster and harder. Until Mary was lifting her hips from the bed, giving herself to her, pleasure shooting through her like liquid fire. Seeing the woman there, feeling her, fucking needing her there, it was driving her crazy, shoving her, slapping her, shaking her. Awakening her from that deep, dark, lonely and senseless place she’d been hiding away in for years. She was breaking out now, stepping into the light, screaming at the sun.
She tightened her fingers in the woman’s hair wanting her to remain at that spot, doing that motion for all eternity. Yes, yes, just like that. She began to say it, mumbling it at first but then insisting and demanding. It only seemed to fuel the woman more, causing her to groan and take her clit into her lips where she held it captive, teasing. Mary begged.
“Don’t stop. God. Please.”
She called out in surprise when the woman released her and moved lower, snaking her tongue around her opening. Mary lifted herself trying to see, her flesh demanding it of her. It was its own entity now and it needed to be pleased. She could feel herself trying to wrap around the woman’s face.
“You are so wet, Mary. So, so wet.”
Mary knew she was, could feel it ebbing out of her and into the woman’s face and mouth. The woman was consuming her. Literally. Oh, what a fucking insanely sexy realization. There was no possible way it could get any better. No possible way—oh Jesus God, the woman’s tongue was inside her, thrusting up into her.
Mary whimpered and clutched the bed covers. The thumping of the club grew deeper, shaking the wall. It could’ve come down around her and she wouldn’t have cared. Nothing could’ve torn her away from the woman and her all-knowing, all-seeking tongue. Mary clenched her eyes closed and rocked her hips. She needed more. More more more.
And then there was nothing. No tongue, no lips, no hot breath bearing down on her. Her eyes flew open only to see the woman come forward, settling between Mary’s hips.
“It is time,” the woman said, bracing herself above Mary with one arm while the other moved down to the phallus. Mary felt her move it, felt it all cold and slick and waiting entry at her opening. Her heart went off like a string of firecrackers as she realized what was about to happen.
“Look at me, Mary. Look into my eyes.”
They were burning still, like a predator willing to take its prey in the most humane way possible. And then she pressed into her and Mary at once felt the hot glide of the phallus. It filled her completely and took her breath away. It tightened her throat and curled her toes. She couldn’t speak, could barely take enough breath to stave off passing out. And then it was in further and she dug her nails into the woman’s back, crying out in short gasps as the woman kissed her neck and thrust slowly.
Another thrust came and the woman kissed her, dominating her with her tongue and powerful lips. She kissed her again and again, tongue swirling as her hips moved, picking up the pace. Mary clung to her, bit into her neck, making her groan. The thrusting increased, and Mary called out, the burning fading into the sweetest of ecstasy.
This was what the licking had prepared her for. This was the final act. The big show.
“God,” she let out, her head arching back into the pillow. It was good, it was thrilling, and it was coming with every pound and shake of the walls. The woman was fucking her, filling her with pleasure, and it was hot and passionate and sexy, powerful in ways she never could’ve imagined.
She licked the woman’s neck and tasted her moist skin. She kissed her, this time using her tongue to swirl in her mouth. She grabbed her leather covered ass and forced herself up against her.
“Fucking good,” she managed to say. “Oh God, fuck me so good.”
The woman made a noise of excited approval and she pinned Mary’s wrists above her head. Her head bent to attack Mary’s breasts as she continued to sway into her, sending Mary into a tailspin of ecstasy.
“I—yes. Oh fuck, yes.”
The woman bit her, tugged firmly on her nipple. Then she propped herself up and fucked her harder. Faster. Just like her tongue had done. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. Mary gripped her neck and stared into her. Every muscle in her own body felt tense and full, absorbing the heavy pleasure. She held her breath and took, took, took. She pulled herself up, made grunting noises, and the woman pummeled pleasure between her legs.
“Oh God.” And then she shot back onto the bed and her body went into pleasure-soaked spasms. Her head shook from side to side, her pelvis moved on its own accord, and white-hot floaters filled her vision. She couldn’t get enough. Never would be able to get enough. She clung to the woman’s back, swearing she’d never let go. She tried to tell her all this, but nothing would come. Her voice box had caved in and blown away with the orgasm like dead leaves on a windy day. Still, she tried, holding again to her neck, tangling her fingers in her hair. She managed to groan, to eke out her pleasure on strangled bits of breath.
The woman kissed her. So long and warm and sweet tasting. When she pulled away she had that mysterious look to her that she’d had just before she crawled onto the bed. Mary watched her and knew she’d never be able to get her face from her mind ever again.
Chapter Three
Mary. Sweet Mary. Jude had never had anyone so sweet and so pure, so damned ripe and responsive.
She could feel her moving beneath her, her throbbing flesh already wanting more. She was insatiable, absolutely insatiable.
There would never be another like her. Jude knew this, and as disappointing as the realization
was, it also lit a fire beneath every fiber of her being. She had to make it last, had to take her time and relish this.
She moaned into her mouth, pulled away, and gently slid out of her. Breathless, she ran her hands over Mary’s hips and thighs, as if she were creating something special inside her. She tried to burn Mary’s image and the way she felt beneath her mouth and fingertips into her mind. But like a dream she couldn’t quite grasp or return to, she couldn’t totally capture her. Mary was too good to ever completely and fully re-experience through memory alone.
“Turn over,” Jude said after staring at her for a long minute. She lifted Mary’s hip and encouraged her to roll. When Mary did, she eased her hips up and began running her tongue up her thighs to the smooth cheeks of her ass where she bit and sucked. Mary held herself up on all fours, flinching in ecstasy at every touch. Loving her reactions, Jude moved along her back, breathing on her skin, licking her all the way down to her opening. Once there, she teased with her tongue, enjoying the cool slickness of Mary’s desire. She moved lower and flicked her swollen clit. Mary jerked and stilled and then pressed back more, arching herself. Her cries were soft and muffled, as if she didn’t want Jude to know just how good it felt. As if she were afraid she would stop or take the pleasure away. At that moment, Jude knew she could give to Mary all night long and it wouldn’t be enough. Not for Mary and not for her. While there was danger in that, she couldn’t bring herself to stop or slow. Instead, she kept flicking her clit, loving the feel of it and the way Mary was starting to rock back into her mouth.
When it became too much, she gripped her legs and inched up to tongue fuck her. Mary pleaded, crying for more. Jude knew the sensation wasn’t nearly enough, but she was thoroughly enjoying teasing her and she loved the way her wet walls were warm and soft and throbbing for more. She could’ve eaten her all night, saturating her hole and flicking her clit, taking it in to suck on every once in a while. Until Mary was howling and dripping and ferocious in her need to come. But her own impatience got the better of her, and her desire to please Mary caused her to straighten and ease the shaft of the cock into her opening. Mary cried out, and when it sank into her further, her voice fell away.
“Do you like it?” Jude asked. She had to hear Mary’s wavering voice, had to know what her cock felt like as she thrust into her, gripping her hips as she moved.
Mary shoved backward, the pleasure obvious and already mounting. “Ye-es.”
Jude watched as Mary pushed into the sheets with tightly bent fingers. She watched as she lowered her chest, thrusting her ass further into the air.
She pumped her harder, quicker. The phallus made a sucking noise as it fucked her. Jude closed her eyes, overcome with a rush of heat to her own flesh as Mary continued to groan.
“Ye-es, ye-es, ye-es,” Mary said continuously.
Jude kept pumping, the imagined sensation of the fucking cock so real and so sweet she could almost feel it herself. But they both needed more. She opened her eyes and focused with intent. She reached around Mary to frame her clit with her fingers and they both called out in ecstasy with Mary forcing her chest up, rocking back with her ass.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Mary commanded as her hands tangled in the sheets and she pushed back further.
Jude grabbed her hips and shoved harder, full on fucking her. There was no careful gentleness now. No sweet, soft, phallic thrusting. This was fucking. Hard and fast and unapologetic, her body completely taking over as if the cock had invaded her consciousness. She was insane with pumping and Mary loved it, couldn’t get enough.
“More, more, more,” she cried until she screamed in beautiful throat-collapsing bliss, again and again, coming once more, this time so loudly the music seemed to challenge her rather than drown her out. She reared back, pushing herself up to her knees, grinding herself onto the phallus with the forced gyration of her hips, her hand holding fiercely to the fingers framing her clit.
Completely overcome and moved by the spectacle, Jude took Mary’s earlobe in her mouth and whispered to her. “So beautiful, Mary. So sexy.”
Mary cried out some more, quaked for several long seconds, and then collapsed onto the bed and languished there on her back.
Jude watched her breathe for a few moments, taking in the way Mary’s beautiful flesh contrasted slightly with the sheets. She studied her passion-painted mouth, her cheekbones, the light blue veins running blood through her delicate hands and neck. Several more seconds passed as she stared down at her. She was so completely moved and turned on she hesitated to speak. She’d never been too moved to speak before.
Mary.
Why was she affecting her so?
Mary rolled over and blinked her large, freshly moist eyes at Jude. She had the look of a woman loved, heat coloring her cheeks, faint marks of teeth, tongue, and hunger on her neck and chest. And those eyes. They were now eyes that had seen but wanted to see so much more, despite the obvious hint of danger the club gave off.
“Who are you?” Mary asked, surprising her. Her voice was back, though not as strong as it once had been. “Tell me your name.”
Jude still didn’t trust herself to speak.
“Please.”
Finally, after looking deeply into her eyes, Jude said all that she could say. “Come here.”
She tugged Mary forward by her legs and rested them on her shoulders, with the phallus once again at Mary’s opening.
As she entered her, Mary arched her back and clung once again to the bedsheets.
A word came to her then. The one on her lips all along. She said it over and over as she fucked her.
“Mary.”
Chapter Four
“Shh. Here she comes. Here she comes.”
Mary eyed her whispering co-workers just before removing her shoulder bag and dropping heavily into her chair. The huddled mass of gossips were then out of sight, hidden beyond the walls of her small cubicle. Normally, she’d cringe knowing they were talking about her, but this morning she was too exhausted to care.
In fact, she was amazed she was at work and sitting upright in front of her computer. How had she gotten there? She touched her temple and barely recalled how she’d come out of her stupor on the couch, stumbled into clothes, and driven on autopilot all the way to the office.
She stared at her desk and fought to keep her eyes focused. The office smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm popcorn. Both seemed to be making her nauseous. In the near distance she heard soft laughter. Her co-workers were no doubt still discussing her, wondering if she’d gone to meet them the night before.
At Conquest.
If only they knew. If only she knew. She still couldn’t quite accept all that had happened as actual reality. Had she really gone there and slept with a perfect stranger? A fiercely sexy, foreign stranger? Yes. She had. Her sore and tingling body told her so. And her mind, which had yet to fully awaken, was already replaying image after clit-throbbing image. Oh God, it had been good. More than just good. It had been intense and passionate and soul stirring.
She pressed her legs together as a rush of excitement raced to her flesh.
The woman. Who was she? What was her name?
Mary could recall every word, foreign or not. Every touch, every kiss, every lick.
Her computer came to life as she scooted forward and took control of the mouse. She went to a site for free language translations and tried to type in the words the woman had kept saying to her. But she had no idea how to spell them.
Sighing, she went from that site to a German dictionary where she scrolled down to a word she recognized as one used by the woman repeatedly. It meant beautiful.
Her breath paused in her chest. Beautiful. Oh God, the woman was amazing and she thought Mary was beautiful. She had to see her again.
Mary began searching for Conquest. She had to find her. No one had ever touched her like that, stirred her like that. Ever. And certainly no one had fucked her. And if they had, it would’ve never been
like that. So long and so good she’d had to be helped from the club when it was over, her legs wobbly and weak like a spent rubber band.
Mary’d tried like hell to get her name, to please her in return, just as she’d been pleased. But the woman had only pushed her hands away and ignored her questions, giving away nothing but sweet, dripping pleasure.
The computer didn’t help much either, only giving the name and location of the club. Mary continued to search, desperate for information despite the possibility of getting in trouble for searching such content on the office computer. To her bewilderment, she realized that she wasn’t afraid. Was she? She knew others did it, but still. No, she wasn’t afraid. Let them say something. She would hopefully have her information, and that was all that mattered. The rest could go to hell. Including her co-workers.
The new attitude felt good. She wondered how long it would last.
“I have to see her,” she said softly, already working out ways to do so. She would call the club. And ask for…who?
Shit.
“Mary, hi.”
Mary turned and found Carla Meeker leaning on the cubicle, smiling down at her.
“Hello.” Mary’s tone was one of boredom and disinterest. She was in no mood for small talk. It wasn’t new for her, but this time the reason behind it was different. She didn’t just simply want to avoid a conversation because she was shy and had nothing to say. This time she just didn’t want to look at Meeker’s face and listen to her bullshit.