by Jillian Boyd
The sensation is incredible. My pussy is so full it’s aching, my clit tingling from her teasing. I rock forward into her hand, trying to find more pressure.
She pulls back and says, “I told you I didn’t feel like fucking you.”
Sometimes games don’t need a rule book because each player’s roles are obvious. They fit snugly around each other. One asks, the other answers. One gives, the other takes. One denies, the other begs. I gasp, my words running together, “Please. Please, Jenna. Come on, touch me, oh my god. Please fuck me.”
Jenna watches my face as I plead with her. She moves closer, until her nose brushes mine. She says, her voice soft and teasing, “Is this what you want?”
I nod and try to kiss her all at once.
She pulls back again, her voice is still soft, but insistent. “Why didn’t you ever ask for it?”
I shake my head and try to find words. “I didn’t know how. Or if you wanted it. You can’t ask someone to want something... you know?”
Jenna blinks and looks down. Her gaze wanders over my chest, up to my shoulders. Without warning, she presses three ice cold fingertips flat against my clit. My stomach contracts, caving my shoulders toward my hips. I moan to ask for more.
Jenna circles her fingers with a light touch. It’s not surface friction; she pushes and pulls my sensitive skin in a circle to make every single nerve send up flares.
She whispers, “I didn’t know strong girls wanted to be touched like this. To be tied up.”
I shake my head. I’d love to explain, but my vocabulary is limited when I’m this fucked up. I say, “You’re a strong girl too. You still let me take care of you. It’s not about the props...” I lose it for a second, moan and swallow. “It’s about taking what you want to give me. It’s about letting you in.”
I’m so turned on that the twist in my stomach is almost queasy. I’m gasping and groaning around it. So full of sex’s unbelievable warmth that it sloshes around my limp body, tilting me to one side, then the other.
Jenna uses her other hand to push on the dildo in a matching rhythm. She doesn’t pull it out, just pulses it deeper inside me. She whispers, “Why do you want to let me in?”
I’m so close to the top that orgasm feels inevitable. I start to breathe deeper, trying to push off the peak by a few seconds. My eyes are dark and my mouth is loose. I whisper back, “It’s dangerous.” My body is the evidence. I want to be owned, to give myself to you and see what you do with me. There’s more I want to say, about how I knew from the moment I met her that she knew how to make me bend, but words are lost to me now.
She can tell by the way my eyebrows lift that I’m about to come. The fingers on my clit slow to a crawl. “You want me to make you come?” Her voice is gravelly, like she’s getting off on this too.
I nod and she grins, lopsided and full of intention.
“If I make you come once, we won’t stop until you come three times.”
A small, steady voice under the flush of pleasure saturating my brain sends up a note of concern. Okay, sexy idea, but you’ve only managed to make me come twice in a row once before. And that took some work. Plus, you’re still recovering and might get tired and I don’t want to keep you up all night just fucking –
Jenna presses harder on my clit. She holds my eyes, “Do you understand?”
Sex-brain nods my chin up and down.
Jenna starts rubbing me with a firm hand. I barely have time to draw a breath before orgasm wrings all the breath out of me. I’m loud, much louder than usual. I cry out and lean forward to rest my jerking head on her shoulder.
My body is still contracting around the dildo when Jenna nudges me upright again. We’re both shaking and it makes the world feel unhinged. She grabs the base of the dildo and pulls it out slowly.
Jenna’s panting, her head resting against mine. My attention narrows to the dim light that filters in through our curtain of hair. I’m staring at her lips when she speaks, “I’m going to fuck you properly now. Do you want that?”
I tip my head up and down in a sloppy nod. The tip of the dildo is resting just outside my labia.
Jenna tilts her head back so I can see the snarl of her lips when she growls, “Beg for it.”
There’s that certainty. There’s the spark I want. Tell me how to please you. Make the world black and white.
I lean forward, trying to kiss her again, and beg, “Fuck me.” Now I feel like I can I reach for everything I want, and trust she’ll only let me have what she wants me to have. No kiss, but she fucks me full again.
She says, “Louder.”
I get louder. With each sound, she thrusts the toy inside me. I can feel its ridged head rubbing against my g-spot as it passes in and out. My feet flex. I can barely feel my toes. Jenna holds the dildo in one hand and finds a new piece of ice with the other.
She surprises me by pressing the ice to my asshole. I jerk and she shushes me. Jenna takes her time, like she really does want this to take all night. She alternates quick touches with the ice cube and long presses with wet fingertips. It feels amazing, but truly, I’m getting off on the grin on her face. She looks at me with curiosity and pride.
My vision blurs when she makes me come again. Jenna gives me more time to come down the second time. She pulls the dildo out and snuggles against me. She kisses my collarbone the way I like to kiss hers.
My body feels spent and I consider telling her I’m done for the night. But then she pulls away from me and lowers herself onto her forearms. Jenna settles herself just above me so her breath is hot on my clit when she speaks, “Are you ready?”
How can I say no to that? I nod my head. Arousal feels like nervous energy inside of me. It’s bouncing off the walls, too strong for my weakened body. Jenna starts to go down on me and I jolt. My hips stutter on the ground, trying to make sense of this overwhelming feeling. My submission feels less like a choice now. I’m so far gone, it’s more like I have no choice. I’m hers.
I try to remember to breathe as Jenna works a wet finger inside of my ass. She curls it up and circles my g-spot with a light touch. I start to squirt immediately. I’m so full of ejaculate that it spurts out without my prompting. Jenna hums and nods against my clit. She uses her free hand to pull back my hood. My whole body shocks hot, then cold, when I come the third time. I start to shake the second I reach the peak. It feels like every muscle in my body tenses, trying to hold me together.
Jenna unties me as soon as I stop shaking. She takes my head in both hands and lays me out on my side at the foot of the bed. Jenna eases herself down in front of me, carefully lying on skin that won’t chafe on the carpet.
I can feel a lovesick look all over my face. She smiles at me with soft eyes and says, “Was that good?”
“Yeah.”
She shakes her head, amused, “You just want your brains fucked out.”
I laugh and my body feels ecstatically empty. “If that’s what you want to do to me? Yeah. I want that.”
We sit in silence for a second. Jenna’s face settles into a more earnest look. She nods once, then says, “I liked that. I liked doing that to you.”
I smile back at her and close my eyes. “I knew you would.”
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