Chapter 8 – Lenoire
CHAPTER
EIGHT
LENOIRE
To say I wasn’t expecting that answer… Jesus.
I thought she’d laugh it off, and we’d put the harness conversation to rest, but clearly, I underestimated the extent of her curiosity.
Every drop of blood in my veins thrums to life.
I’m no stranger to casual sex. Hell, the reason she found that harness hanging on the bathroom door was because of casual sex. And now she wants to give it a go.
The woman who hijacked my job.
The woman who could be a huge liability.
The one I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on and not seducing in the process.
“Is that your final answer?” I quip, stuffing down the visuals already playing out in my mind.
To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t take even a second to consider her options. She just gives me a simple, “Yes.”
A yes I simply don’t have the willpower to deny.
Holding her stare, I lean forward, elbows to knees, and point at the empty space on the dark wooden floor between my legs. “Come here.”
Those hazel eyes widen, and this time, she does hesitate. But as the seconds tick by and I don’t relent, it becomes clear that I’m entirely serious. One moment she’s still on the couch, and the next she’s dropping to her knees, gazing up at me expectantly.
You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.
Neither do you, my subconscious whispers.
Probably true, but that’s a later me problem. Current me has a one-track mind, and simply leans forward into her breathing space. “I know you’re a bit of a chaos queen and struggle to listen, but that simply won’t do. Think you can be a good girl and listen for me?”
It’s not so much that her cheeks heat like a ripe tomato, but more the way she nods enthusiastically that gives her away. Seems like someone has a bit of a praise kink, a detail that will surely come in handy as we tread deeper into this scenario.
“Eh, Eh, I don’t think so, pretty girl,” I chide, wrapping a hand around her jaw as the corners of my mouth tug in smirk. “Words. Let me hear you say it.”
Magnolia bites into her bottom lip and bobs her head again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Excellent—because only good girls get to come.” A satisfied hum bubbles in my throat as I tighten my grip just a smidge and reel in her closer.
“So, here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to go back upstairs and fetch a couple things.
When I get back here, I expect to see you stripped down and back in this position. Sound easy enough?”
Her answer? Pulling off her shirt and tossing it somewhere on the floor instead.
My mouth waters instantly, and all I can think to myself is, I’m no better than a man.
Her tits are—for lack of a better word—huge, and I mean like I could probably wear the bra barely keeping her decent as a hat huge.
I can’t wait to put them in my mouth, to suffocate between them, to feel their weight in my hands as I knead them.
As I tweak and nip at the peachy rigid peaks currently staring me at like—
Focus, Leni.
Right.
Running a fingertip along their soft tops, I rise to full height and make a beeline for the staircase, moving with purpose all the way up to my bedroom.
The wand from the bedside table, the harness left on the bed not long ago, I grab both in double time and hustle back down the steps.
Idly I realize that I’m already on fire for her and I haven’t even put my hands on her yet.
But I don’t allow myself to dwell on it long, because if I do, it’ll ruin the moment, and bad decision or not—I want her.
When I return, I find Magnolia standing before the chair I was occupying, her bra long gone now, fingers hooked beneath the straps of her panties.
“By all means, do continue,” I croon, parking my ass back in my seat without breaking eye contact.
She does, but her focus is primarily on me, on the way I secure the harness around my leg and lock the wand in place, the bulbous head facing downward.
“Your throne awaits,” I muse.
That gets her moving all the more quickly. Rolling the thong down her legs, she flings it onto the rest of the pile and stands there for a moment thereafter, allowing me my first real, glorious view of her.
All of her.
She has the body of a goddess, of a real woman. Curves, dips and swells, a soft belly, stretch marks. Just the way I like them. Saliva pools in my mouth all over again, my hands itching to be full of her.
“Do I just…sit?” she asks.
My response?
Reaching forward to hit the power button.
“I presume you’ve used one of these, yes?” I question.
Magnolia nods.
“Then I’ll leave it up to you to adjust the speed as needed. Otherwise, it’s ready for you.”
And that’s when it happens, the moment I finally see her second-guessing this whole thing.
She bobs her head again and makes way to step forward, only to stop short, hazel eyes flicking back and forth between the toy and my face.
It’s not until she starts covering herself up that I offer an out because for as badly as I want to feel her, for as badly I want to hear her scream my name, I’ll never force myself on a woman or pressure her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.
“If you’re having second thoughts, we can simply st—”
“No,” she waves me off in an instant, taking a quick step forward. “I’m not, I just…”
“You what, Magnolia?”
“I’m just so naked, and you’re so…not.”
Because I like it that way.
I sit pretty firmly in stone top territory, but something about her makes me want to humor her.
Quickly removing the harness encasing my torso, I part ways with my top, too, deftly undoing all the buttons while keeping my eyes trained on her.
Eventually I fling both pieces to join her pile on the floor, leaving me in my sports bra and jeans.
That seems to appease her, enough for the time being anyway, those soft, fleshy legs carrying her forward until she’s perfectly in reach.
Dragging my gaze upward to meet her stare, I trail my fingers up the backs of her thighs in a soft caress, urging her to kneel before me once more. “Go on, pretty girl. Kneel for me again.”
She does, straddling my leg and dropping to the floor, her heated gaze never leaving mine. Not until her pussy makes contact with the toy, that is. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as a soft moan slips off her lips. “Oh, my god.”
Oh my god is right because she’s a sight to be seen, raising my pulse from an even trot to a wild gallop in seconds flat. I’ve always been a voyeur, but something about watching her feels different and more satisfying than it ever has before.
More arousing, even.
The longer I take her in, relishing the way she rolls her hips against me, the more slick I can feel myself growing.
“That’s it, keep going,” I coo, hoping words of encouragement will get her to the precipice that much quicker. “You’re doing great, sweet girl.”
Magnolia moans again and wrenches her eyes open, locking both arms around my leg. “It feels so good.”
“I bet. Why don’t you increase the speed, huh? Imagine how much better it’d feel just a little faster.”
One more roll of her hips and she’s obliging, pushing all her weight onto her knees for nothing more than a few seconds as she reaches between her legs and hits the button.
The increased vibration lances through me, drawing a smile on my face as she repositions herself in a hurry and gasps on contact, locking an arm around my calf for support.
“Does that feel good, Magnolia?” I question, reaching out to wind the silky strands of her hair around my fist. A gentle yank forces her eyes on me as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods. “Good enough that you’re going to come for me?”
Another nod.
I yank a smidge harder this time and lean in, our lips only a hairsbreadth apart. “Words, pretty girl. Use them.”
“Yes,” she mewls. “I’m so close.”
“Mmm, good girl. Would it help if I said the faster you come, the faster I can taste you?”
“God, yes.”
“Then do it. Grind that pretty pussy against my toy and come for me.”
Obliging to my demand, she moves almost frantically, holding onto me for support.
Only then do I release her, giving her the space to really explore angles and find her point of release.
All the while I praise her, tell her beautiful she looks, how pretty she sounds and how fucking lucky I am to have her body shuddering for me.
Doesn’t take very long for her to reach the apex.
Her body tightens, then shakes, thighs trembling so hard she nearly loses her perch on my foot.
If I wasn’t still wearing pants, her nails would undoubtedly dig crescents into my calf.
Head rolling back, her lips part, desperately drawing in air as she rides the toy like she’s been parched for years and just found water.
Every roll of her hips is a prayer, a confession, or perhaps even an invocation to free us from our crime.
She’s loud, too, just as I’d hoped, moaning my name and gasping a, “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m gonna come!”
The intensity of it ripples through me, and when she finally peaks, I feel my clit pulse right along with her.
Still caught in the aftershocks of her release, she nearly slumps to the floor, face pressed to my knee, her body limp and boneless.
I let her linger in that haze for a beat or two, allowing her to catch her breath.
After a few slow minutes, she finally regains her bearings, the haze of pleasure beginning to clear.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine without shame, and what I find is a spark of mischief and vulnerability swirling in those hazel depths.
“How was it? Did that feel good?” I chuckle, my voice low and teasing, wanting to draw her back into the moment.
Magnolia’s lips curl into a soft, satisfied smile, making my chest tighten with warmth.
“It felt…incredible,” she breathes, still gripping my calf as if anchoring herself.
I can’t even help the smirk that spreads across my face, a rush of pride swelling within me at her honesty.
“Good,” I say, leaning back slightly to soak in the sight of her sated body. “But I want more, and I know you can give me more.”
Her brow furrows playfully, challenging me. “You think so?”
“Oh, I know so.” My grin spreads. “Lay your sexy ass on the couch for me.”
Laughing softly, she rises to her feet, her body clearly still buzzing with the remnants of her climax, and quickly falls onto the plush cushions.
I rip off the harness in what feels like seconds, kicking it away, and follow like a predator on the hunt, reveling in the way her breath hitches with excitement as I rip her legs apart and kneel between them.
She watches me eagerly as I take her in, my tongue peeking out to wet my lips of its own accord.
She has a gorgeous cunt, I’ll tell you that. It’s as plush as the rest of her, a bit swollen and pink from the toy’s onslaught.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I whisper, sliding my fingers along her inner thighs, teasingly close to where she craves me most. “Let’s see how well you can handle this.”
Magnolia gasps as I sink my fingers deep inside her and curl them against that sweet spot. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, back arching as the fire reignites inside her once more.
“That feels…” she moans, fingers gripping the leather beneath her as I pick up my pace, her body responding to my rhythm. “Oh my god, yes!”
“Feel that, pretty girl? You’re so sensitive, so responsive,” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. I can see the tension building again, her thighs trembling as her climax approaches. “What if I just…”
Slow down.
I slow down, causing a series of whimpers and protest to tumble off her lips.
“Lenoire,” she pants, her eyes squeezing shut. “Please.”
Another satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. “Please, what, Magnolia? You beg so pretty with my fingers deep inside you.”
She moans louder, each sound pushing me further, driving me to bring her to the edge. I keep my pace steady, coaxing her body to dance along the line of pleasure and release, but not before I’m ready. “Leniore, please. Please let me come again!”
I let her, increasing the speed just a bit more, and when she finally tips over, it’s a beautiful sight. Her body shudders, a mix of ecstasy and raw need spilling from her lips. “Oh my fucking god! Yes! That feels so good!”
I wait until she can’t take anymore before withdrawing and letting her breathe.
Said reprieve doesn’t last long before I’m leaning in, my lips brushing against her slick center.
The small taste of her drives me wild, and without warning I dive in, my tongue working feverishly to coax her through another wave.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair, urging me on as I savor her.
Each flick of my tongue sends her further up the mountain, and soon her cries fill the room again, louder than before as she reaches the precipice in minutes flat. “Right there, right there. I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it. Let go for me, Magnolia,” I murmur against her, slurping at her clit like I’ll never get another taste. “I want to taste you. Be a good girl and come for me.”
With one final thrust of my tongue, she shatters around me, her climax crashing like waves. She trembles and quakes in my hold as she cries my name, pleasure overwhelming her senses. I hold her close, reveling in the moment as she rides out the bliss, lost in the depths of ecstasy.
As I savor the aftermath of her pleasure, I trail kisses along her inner thighs, relishing the taste of her skin, still shimmering with evidence of her orgasm. Each brush of my lips elicits another shudder, and I can’t help but smile at how responsive she is, even in her post-orgasmic state.
“Still with me, pretty girl?” I ask, gazing up at her through my lashes. Her eyes flutter open, a dreamy expression dominating her features as she nods, a small, blissful smile playing on her lips.
“Barely,” she chuckles, her voice thick with satisfaction. “My legs feel like jello blobs.”
“Good,” I reply, falling onto the couch beside her and pulling her into my lap. “Let’s see how many more times I can make you come tonight.” My hands find their way to her waist, fingertips dancing along her sides.
Magnolia bites her lip, a spark of mischief returning to her eyes. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”