16. June #3
So June couldn’t “just” lose herself with a woman she loved. She had to find a way to entice and please the other one watching. A woman who said she was new to this, but more than open-minded for the right woman. I am the right woman. That thought had June reeling.
If Sette didn’t have such a commanding presence, June would have forgotten that Miquela was in the room. Yet she sensed her aura penetrating their bubble. Whatever Sette thought wasn’t known. All she did was enjoy herself – and share a few words with her lover.
June had heard her be domineering and lewd before.
She had heard Sette use coarse, crass, sexy language to rile them up, both before and during the main event.
Even so, June never thought she would hear Sette say such wonderfully dirty things in present company.
Then again, having the love of one’s life completely devoted to her probably made a woman brazen.
Don’t stop. I love it when you talk dirty.
Call her whatever. Tell her to do whatever.
It was such a base thing to do, but June loved it.
She hoped Miquela was in her chair getting a few ideas of her own.
June got ahead of herself when she buried her face between Sette’s thighs and tried to finish her. She could feel Sette swell beneath her tongue, but a firm hand pushed against her forehead, and a voice cut through the haze, sharp as shattered glass. “No.”
How could she disobey that? June reared back, gasping, the taste of Sette slick on her tongue, that feminine essence clinging to her skin. Don't tell me you don't want to feel my lips close around your clit. That was practically how they met. It was meaningful today.
June glanced at Miquela and saw her sitting, legs crossed, wineglass empty.
She looked both bored and too entranced for her own good.
Trying not to stare too hard… How cute. June smiled at her, knowing what was going to happen when Sette pulled her up on the bed and tossed her down.
They were conveniently on full display to the voyeur in the room. Miquela was definitely not bored now.
“You want me, right, June?” Sette turned her chin so she was forced to look at only her. There’s someone else to look at? Impossible.
“Yeah.” June cleared her throat. “Yeah, I want you. Why aren’t you already giving me what I want?”
“Because, unlike you, I’m trying to savor the moment.” Sette felt June’s slick thighs as she gingerly opened her legs around an encroaching waist. “The moment I give in, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Good.”
“What was that?”
Don’t pretend you’re so amused . June drew all ten fingernails down her chest, imagining how much power Sette kept stored away in her muscles.
A lot. I’ve felt it before . She better give it to me again now .
She was under no delusions that Sette and Miquela were that buddy-buddy.
There would always be a rivalry between them.
Hopefully, a healthy one, but it was more than welcome to manifest in the bedroom.
Who could be more dominant? More satisfying to their mutual lover? The games they could play!
June would always win.
“I said…” June fell back against the bed, arms splaying across its width. “Please. Don’t make me wait. Ma’am.”
Sette almost gave in to her wishes. Or at least until she bent down and teased June just enough to drive her insane, the promise of more hovering right there.
So that was the game! It certainly wasn’t fair.
How was June supposed to control herself when this woman knew her so well by now?
Sette knew as well as Miquela that the quickest way to turn her into a sex-starved lunatic was to tease her with penetration while attacking every other erogenous zone on her person.
Did it ever work now! Sette may have been sucking her sensitive nipple through two layers of clothing, but it was damn effective.
June was begging for more than sex within five seconds of that bullshit!
When Sette finally thrust two fingers into her, claiming every wondrous inch of her center in one expert stroke, June cried out in utter disbelief.
How could one woman feel so good, so perfectly fit and in tune with her body?
How was it possible that she had found one of the only people in the world who knew how to pleasure her while simultaneously using her body for their own sexual ends?
Was it because Sette loved her? Or because she loved Sette?
Did love make that much of a difference?
Sette showed June zero mercy from the moment she was inside her. Thrust after thrust, grunt after grunt, and kiss after intoxicating kiss collided into her as Sette Christie laid first claim to her that day.
Their eyes momentarily locked while Sette loomed over her and buried her fingers as far as they could go.
No hesitation. No thoughts of “This is wrong” or “Someone is watching.” It was like any other encounter in the bedroom.
Only this time, June felt the incredible freedom of making love without restriction. Rough but sweet, demanding love.
“Right there!” June braced against her, a rush of pleasure invading her brain. Sette had found the perfect position, whether she knew it or not. “Don’t you fucking stop!”
Sette slowed down, but she definitely did not stop. She let a grin of primal satisfaction take over her visage. Oh, my God. Stop being so hot! June’s kind and moody artist. Or was she June’s moody doctor? Fuck! She couldn’t keep it straight!
“Why would I stop?” One hand pressed against her collarbone, thumb touching her throat. “When I fully intend to make you come?”
June took the opportunity to shove her hand between Sette’s legs and drive them both over the edge.
Sette gave her more powerful thrusts than June could count, pounding into her core and sending so many shots of adrenaline through her body.
She tensed. June was on the precipice of orgasm, and based on the way Sette stiffened at June’s touch, so was she.
“Come for me, June.” So much restraint in that determined demeanor. “Or should I put an end to your misery by pulling out?”
“No!” June clutched the comforter. “I want you to…”
“Want me to what?”
That was it, huh? Even in her lustful frenzy, June saw Sette’s true motives. She was a damned woman, after all.
She told Sette what she wanted. Once she was done begging, June turned her head toward Miquela, who studied her with glazed eyes.
She’s going to make me come in front of you, and you’re okay with that?
June was torn between looking at Sette or Miquela when her orgasm finally claimed her.
The world neither blurred nor erupted in blindness.
One moment, she was gazing into Sette’s face, watching her succumb to pleasure right alongside her…
and the next she was pressed against her, groaning in orgasm into her ear while she embraced her and looked to Miquela.
They both knew when it happened. June couldn’t hide from her face the feeling of a woman making her come.
This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
Once she realized that, June completely succumbed to what she experienced: Sette, steady inside of her, and Miquela, sharing this intimate moment with them.
This was fucking wild! And addicting.
So. Damn. Addicting.
Sette stirred. June noted soreness in her thighs, but not enough to make her want to stop.
So what. A woman had fucked her. There were still others in the room, right?
I may not be in my twenties anymore, but I can still take on both women I love .
Cosmos willing, she would be able to for the rest of her life!
“Not bad.” Miquela stood, and the first thing June saw was what she was packing in her trousers that whole time. Suddenly, she wasn’t so tired anymore. “I can do better, though.” Miquela remained at the end of the bed, mere inches from the scene before her.
Sette got up on her hands and pushed her fingers all the way back into June. She gasped, eyes slamming shut as everything moved inside of her. “I’d like to see you try,” Sette muttered. “Her pussy got so tight when she came that I thought she was going to snap my hand off.”
“You seem like the kind of woman who would like that.”
“Not you?”
Miquela removed her jacket and tossed it on her chair. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Sette tried to move again. June grabbed her arms, steadying them both. “No. Don’t move. This gorgeous woman is taking off her clothes. I need something in me, or I’ll die.”
Both women looked at her warily – or wearily, in Sette’s case. “You hear that?” she said to Miquela. “She’ll die without me inside of her.”
“Go ahead. Take your time. I can wait.”
June couldn’t. With one hand, she unzipped Miquela and hastily struggled with the fabric of her feminine boxers. “What, you got this thing locked up or something? Get it out!”
Even though she practically clawed at her strap-on, Miquela sputtered in great amusement. Sette, meanwhile, hid her laugh in June’s blouse.
They could chuckle-snort all they wanted. June had needs. Like both of her women fucking her. Now.
“You heard her. She wants gifts.” Miquela put both hands on Sette’s shoulders, turning her head. “Unless you want to go first, bella. ”
Although Sette closed her eyes when Miquela kissed her – much to June’s great, wriggling amusement – she was quick to open them again, a sleazy smile spreading beneath Miquela’s lips.
“You’d love that.”
“What? Winning, no matter what?”
Sette revealed her fingers – that’s me on them! – and smacked them against Miquela’s mouth to make her back away.
“I’m good, thanks.”
Miquela knew how to take subtle rejection well. At least for now. “I’m more than prepared to show her what real sex is, anyway. Thanks for warming her up, though.”