Change of Pace

by Radclyffe

  You suck the tender lips into your mouth, pulling gently, moving your head from side to side, playing with them. Your thumb caresses the muscled opening between my buttocks, round and round, coaxing me to relinquish the last barrier. I whimper—I can’t help it.

  You must hear it, but you have the decency not to laugh. You allow me to believe that I am still in control. You are so good at this—you pretend I am in charge, but we both know that the power has nothing to do with our position. You command me from your knees. And when you claim me with your thumb, I buck against your mouth, almost coming. I am so sensitive there—the pressure surges into my clit like a hammer blow. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I do. It hurts I’m so stiff now. My hips jerk, I gasp, but I keep my eyes open, focus on your eyes watching me, and will myself to hold on. The entire surface of my body is tingling. I’m suspended by a thread from the edge of orgasm, my clit painfully swollen, my internal muscles contracting spasmodically, my ass clenched around your thumb. Do it now—don’t make me tell you. I want you to take what is yours.

  Finally, oh God finally, you take pity on me. As you’re fucking my ass, your tongue rapidly licks my clit—under the hood, up and down the shaft, across the exposed tip. My head snaps back, a strangled cry escapes me, and I can’t hold on to my silence. I start to come—wave upon wave of gripping, pulsing, mind-wrenching explosions shooting from the base of my clit, screaming outward, consuming me. Defenseless, I’m falling. You hold me up, strong arms wrapped tightly around my thighs.

  “Baby, don’t stop,” I plead, still coming so hard.

  The first words spoken.

  You lift your lips from me for an instant.

  “Never,” you whisper before you suck me into your mouth again.

  You always know.

  HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY

  I first got the idea while she was lying on top of me, naked, and I was about to come. I don’t usually do a lot of thinking in that position at that particular moment, but there was something about the way she sounded that pulled me out of the fog of my own pleasure to focus on her. As I often do when my mind is dissolving and my muscles are about to shred from my bones, I dug my fingers into her wonderfully round, astonishingly tight ass, clamped my legs around her rugby-player thighs, and screamed in her ear, “Please, baby, please! Make me come!”

  She pumped her hips harder, banging her pelvis into my clitoris just the way I liked it when I was about to shoot into the heavens, and then, with her sweat-streaked face pressed to my neck, she moaned, “Oh God, how I wish I could fuck you.”

  There was something almost forlorn in the choked, nearly desperate timbre of her voice that stayed with me all through the heaving spasms in my belly and the blessed uncoiling of the tension that had tied my nerve endings into jangling knots. Nothing could stop me from coming, or diminish the toe-curling pleasure, but as I quieted, I still heard the echo of sadness in her words. It wasn’t the first time she’d said that she wanted to fuck me, or intended to fuck me, or was about to fuck me, but it was the first time she’d ever said it that I knew she meant it literally. I stroked her neck and back and whispered, “What do you need, baby? Huh? What do you need?”

  She shivered against me, trembling like a fine thoroughbred after the race was run, and laughed softly. “Only you.” She lifted her head, her face all flushed and triumphant, with that look she gets when she’s pleased with herself. While she grinned at me, her dark eyes all smoky and soft, she shifted one leg over my thigh and rocked against me until she came, her eyes still open and fixed on mine. Then it was as if the strength went out of her and she collapsed and let me hold her. She doesn’t do that all that often. Sometimes when she’s very tired or like now, when she’s all mine.

  You’d think after almost a year, I’d know if there was something she needed in bed. As I lay there with her weight upon me, her heart thundering against my breasts, I realized that I’d never thought to ask. We’d always seemed to fit together so well, from the very first time. That in and of itself was unusual, because I’d found over the years that it often took more than a few tries for someone to figure out how to trip my triggers. Not so with her. She had the hands of a magician, the mouth of a saint, and she could read me as if I were a billboard lighting up the night in Times Square. Even though I’ll admit that I’m usually in a pre- or post-orgasmic haze most of the time that we’re in bed together, I certainly would’ve noticed before now if she weren’t getting off. True, she had a habit of taking charge, and I can’t say I minded since she was so damn good at it, but there wasn’t an inch of her fine form that I hadn’t had my hands or my mouth on at one point or another. Until that night, I’d never thought there was anything else she might need.

  “Baby?”

  “Hmm,” she muttered, all drowsy and adorable.

  “If there was something I wanted you to do in bed, would you do it?”

  “Sure.” She stirred faintly and raised her head. “Is there?”

  I grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and tugged her head back down on my shoulder. “If I think of something, I’ll let you know.”

  “Okay.”

  “If there was something you wanted, you’d tell me, right?”

  “Uh-huh.” She burrowed her face against my breast and idly sucked on my nipple. The last thing I thought before I slipped back into that “going to have to come again” mist was that maybe she didn’t know there was something she wanted.

  “Can I ask a dumb question?” my best friend Cindy asked me as we pushed through the noontime lunch crowds on Walnut Street and headed west toward the Pleasure Chest.

  “What?”

  “Shouldn’t this be something you’re doing with your girlfriend?” Cindy swerved to avoid a throng of tourists in the middle of the sidewalk, cameras pointed toward Rittenhouse Square. “I mean, after all, it is something...you know...for the two of you.”

  “It’s a surprise.” I just hoped it was going to be a good one.

  “Well, okay. I can see that. But you know, this isn’t exactly my area of expertise.”

  I gave her a look. “As a dyed-in-the-wool straight girl, I should think you’d know a lot about it.”

  She smirked, her cute pixie face taking on a very satisfied expression. “Well, I don’t make a study of it as long as it’s getting the job done.”

  I started down the narrow basement stairs to the black-painted door of the Pleasure Chest and said over my shoulder, “Well, that’s exactly what I need you for. To make sure it’s gonna get the job done.”

  Since the place was only open noon to eight, and my girlfriend’s birthday was the next day, I prayed they’d have everything I needed. Mail-order was not an option. We were the only customers in the shop, and to my great relief, the salesperson was a woman. Actually, a cute young chick with an eyebrow piercing, wearing a great deal of leather that didn’t cover much of anything, and a friendly smile.

  “Hiya. Looking for anything special?”

  I pointed. Cindy got to within six inches of the shelf and said, “Cool.”

  The salesgirl came around from behind the counter and joined us in front of the row of multicolored, multishaped, and multisized cocks. Addressing us both, she said, “Which one of you is going to be wearing it most of the time?”

  Apparently, cocks are no longer reserved for the butches among us. Cindy’s face split into an enormous grin. I said, “It’s for my girlfriend. No, not her. My girlfriend girlfriend.”

  “Oh, I get it. You’re just girlfriends.”

  “Right,” Cindy and I said simultaneously.

  “So are we talking a harness here, a packing dick, or just a handheld?”

  I must have looked blank because Cindy piped up. “They want to fuck.”

  “Okey-dokey. Then we’re going to need a harness.” She looked at me. “How’s your girl built?”

  “A few inches taller than me, a few pounds lighter.”

  “A regular harness will work, then.
Personally, I prefer buckles over snaps, because they’re more adjustable.” She pulled something down from the wall and held it up. “What do you think about this? It’s the most popular.”

  Considering that there were several straps extending from a triangular piece of leather with a hole in the middle about the size of...well, a cock...it wasn’t too hard to figure out how the thing worked. Cindy was all over it in a flash.

  “Oh, this is sexy,” she said breathily, holding it up in front of her crotch.

  Just the idea of it under that expensive silk surface gave me a little zing, and the image of a cock tenting the smooth line of her skirt had my head hurting. In a good way. I blinked and grabbed the contraption away from her. I did not need to think about my best friend with a strap-on under her skirt. I held it up and judged the width, mentally picturing my girlfriend’s hips. That picture did nothing for the blood that insisted on pooling between my legs.

  “This looks good.” Deliberately, I ran my gaze along the assortment of upright cocks. No way was I buying a Day-Glo pink dildo or one that resembled anything that swam in the ocean. I pointed to an anatomically correct model in a nice subtle shade of green. Understated but elegant. “That one seems nice.”

  “It is.” The salesgirl picked it up and wrapped her fingers around it, jiggling it as she talked. “It’s relatively comfortable to wear...” She demonstrated by bending it in the middle. “But stiff enough for penetration.” She didn’t demonstrate that part. “But it’s sorta on the short side and if your girlfriend’s fairly...vigorous, it’s likely to fall out at just the wrong time.” She raised a questioning eyebrow at me. Cindy regarded me with rapt attention.

  “Uh, in that case, something longer might be better.”

  “Now this one,” she indicated as she returned the green and picked up another in dark blue with a lovely swirl of white, “is good because it has these ridges right near the base that rub against your clit. If you tend to come mostly from clitoral stimulation, it’s great.”

  If Cindy’s eyes got any brighter, flames were going to shoot out.

  “I’ll take it,” I said hastily.

  “Wait a minute,” Cindy interjected. “It’s not just length that makes a difference.” She held out her hand and the salesgirl dutifully plunked the dildo into it. “Width is important, too.” Cindy closed her fingers around it as she shut her eyes.

  For one terrifying second, I thought she was going to start giving it a hand job. Instead, she just made a little humming noise and nodded.

  “This seems about right.” She gave me another little smirk. “If you get really lucky.” Then she tilted her head and gave the line of dildos an appraising glance. “So...ever get straight couples shopping for these?”

  “All the time,” the salesgirl said knowingly.

  I left with the very tasteful blue cock. Cindy, of course, went for the neon pink. Some unsuspecting guy was going to get very lucky this weekend.

  It was almost two in the morning before I was able to get the last partygoers out of my apartment. All night long, Cindy gave me the high sign and a grin that told me she had definitely swallowed the canary. Or someone had. I tried really hard not to look at the guy she was with while thinking about what they might have done in bed that afternoon.

  Once we were alone, my girlfriend flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, with a groan. “God, I’m beat.”

  I sat beside her and ran my hand up and down the inside of her leg, hooking my nails over the seam that curved along her crotch. Her hips gave a little lift and she made an appreciative sound low in her throat when I lingered there a little longer than anywhere else. “Did you have a nice birthday, baby?”

  She smoothed her hand up my nearly bare back to the thin silk tie that held the halter top in place. Deftly, she loosed the knot, caught the bit of material with her clever fingers, and eased the garment away to leave me bare from the waist up. Then she rolled onto her side and tugged me down to face her. Nuzzling my neck as she palmed my breast, she murmured, “The best. You looked so sexy all night, I couldn’t wait for everyone to go.”

  My breath was getting short and my mind a little fuzzy as she toyed with my nipple, alternately tugging and squeezing it. This wouldn’t do. I shifted away as subtly as I could and decided distraction was the best weapon. I cupped her crotch and did a little squeezing of my own. She might be butch, but she’s far from stone. She moaned and covered my fingers with hers, pressing down on my hand while she lifted her hips.

  “Baby?” I asked quietly.

  “Mmm?”

  “Did you like your presents?” I started a little circular motion as I leaned closer and ran my tongue over her lower lip.

  “Uh-huh.” She sounded a little dazed.

  “When I was a kid, and my brother had a birthday,” I tugged at her lip with my teeth, “my mother always got me a present so I wouldn’t feel left out.”

  “Oh man,” she muttered. She opened her eyes with an expression halfway between worry and want. “Oh hell, honey, I didn’t get you anything.”

  I smiled. She was so cute when she thought she might be in trouble. I tapped a finger on her chin. “That’s okay. I got one for myself.” Her brows furrowed as I leaned across her and pulled open the bottom drawer of the night table. I took out the carefully wrapped package with the bright blue bow and handed it to her. “Here. This is from you to me.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Open it while I get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a minute. You get ready, too.”

  She looked even more confused as I stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I gave her five minutes while I got undressed at a leisurely pace. When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was the candles. The second was her sitting propped up in bed, a sheet drawn up to her waist and her chest bare. The look on her face, all hungry and needy, made me instantly wet. I looked at her lap. I couldn’t help it. She had her hands loosely folded over her crotch, and I couldn’t see anything. Just thinking about what was under there made my clitoris twitch. The box and rumpled birthday paper sat on the floor, empty, by the side of the bed. She held out her hand.

  “Come on over here.”

  I didn’t run to her, but I felt like it. Instead, I walked slowly and sat on the side of the bed, making no move to get under the sheets. Leaning into her, breasts to breasts, I threaded my arms around her neck and kissed her. Oh, she was hungry all right. Her tongue dove into my mouth instantly; her hands were all over me, demanding and possessive. Her desire never failed to ignite mine, and that night she was on fire. She was quivering, like she did when she wanted me and wouldn’t stop until she’d demolished me, and I knew what it was from. Without moving my mouth away from hers, I slid my hand under the sheets and down her belly. She jerked and groaned. It was the most natural thing in the world to close my fingers around her cock as she slipped her fingers between my legs. She brushed my wetness over my clitoris and I pushed down on the firmness in my hand, and we both moaned.

  “You like my present, baby?” I gasped.

  “Oh, Christ, yes.”

  She pressed her face between my breasts and stroked me faster. I was afraid she’d make me come, and I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Wait, wait, baby. I want to come with you inside me.”

  She made a noise that sounded almost like a sob, and I moved my hand from her arm to her hair and pulled her head back so I could see her eyes. “What?”

  “I want that so much.”

  She grinned, shakily, and her eyes shimmered with what I feared were tears. Still gripping her cock with my other hand, I kissed her forehead, her eyes, her mouth. “I love you. You’re perfect.”

  Then I pushed her back against the pillows and threw the sheet aside, looking down as I exposed her. She has a beautiful body, and the cock thrusting up from between her legs neither added nor detracted from that. It did, however, look sexy. “Hold it for me,” I whispered.

  When she reached down and clos
ed her hand around the base, her stomach tightened and her hips twitched, and a shiver ran through me. I loved knowing that having it made her hot; that under that flat, smooth base her clit was rigid and wet. I swung my leg over her body until I straddled her and grabbed the cock with my hand just above hers so that only the head was exposed. With my eyes holding hers, I lowered myself onto her, catching my lip at the first surge of pressure. That fat head hit somewhere just inside me that felt oh so good, and I ached the way I do when I need to come. “Oh God.”

  “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice low and tight.

  I nodded, unable to speak as I took her deeper into me. Until she was buried in me. She kept her hand curled against the base of her cock, and the back of her thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I leaned forward, bracing myself on her shoulders, and started to rock. I couldn’t wait; I had to come.

  “Can I move?” She sounded a little desperate as she lay rigid beneath me.

  “I thought...” I caught my breath as I tightened inside. I was close to exploding already. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

  All I remember is her hands on my hips, guiding me, and my fingers digging into her shoulders as I pistoned and she pumped and I came all over her. When I fell into her arms, she was still inside me. I vaguely registered her reaching down, felt her arm jerking, and knew she was touching herself under the leather. She came fast and hard, whispering my name.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” she moaned after another minute. “Thank you.”

  “Happy birthday, baby,” I sighed. “Happy, happy birthday.”