39. Breaking the Wall
Breaking the Wall
BETTY
“You good still?” I asked, grinding slowly against Mary.
“So good, Betty. So fucking good,” she gasped.
I bit my lip, so self-satisfied. She was just so gorgeous and completely beyond help. Overcome, she gripped the sheets with one hand and her breast with the other. Each roll of my hips pleased her more. But it wasn’t just for Mary. I was rolling in my own pleasure, too.
“This is… the… best… view,” Mary gasped.
“For us both,” I laughed. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Does it?”
“Uh… oh, fuck!” I knew I was about to come.
And fuck I wanted to.
Mary felt it, too, clamping her hands on my hips as I came. How she read me so well I’d never know. We didn’t talk about these things. We didn’t have to.
“You weren’t lying,” Mary panted. “Oh...”
She descended into an unintelligible mixture of Swedish and English and came apart at the seams, digging her nails into my ass.
Her legs parted and twitched, then fell beside me again like jelly.
I leaned down, my lips meeting hers. We kissed for a minute, just hanging there in this loved-up feeling.
I pulled back, appreciating the flushed look on Mary’s face as she came down.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” Mary’s face lit up.
“From behind?” I asked. “Really?”
“Just trust me.”
I had nothing but trust, so we reassembled, finding the rhythm easier from this position
“Is this good?”
“Yes,” Mary gasped. “This… it hits my G-spot.”
I picked up speed slowly, gripping her hips. Mary had the best ass. I could have done this all day. It was also nice to admire her tattoo from this angle. The gentle slope of her hips and how easily my hand fit right there made for the most perfect feeling of symmetry and balance.
“You’re… such a goddess… for this,” Mary said breathlessly. “Yes! More!”
I demanded more, knowing it would only wind her up.
I pressed Mary’s head into the pillow. “Behave, Mary!”
She moaned desperately into the pillow as I wrapped my right hand around until it found Mary’s clit that dripped with anticipation of another orgasm. She buried her face into the pillow and screamed, coming hard.
“Fuck, Betty. Yes!”
Every time she screamed my name, I got a high I never had before, as if a wall broke down every time I had her.
We kicked the harness and my soaked panties to the curb as she fell back to Earth. Mary pulled me back to her, face flushed. She was so desperate to thank me, and I was riding high on getting her there.
“Ride my face,” Mary panted. “I want you to come all over me.”
“Yes, please,” I said.
I moved and slowly lowered myself onto her face. Instead of going easy, Mary looped her arms around my thighs and dedicated herself to my pleasure.
“Good girl. Get me off,” I demanded.
I gripped the headboard of the hotel bed and rolled my hips slowly against her like I had the base of the dildo minutes ago. She lapped me up more than willingly. I’d never been so in command or so safe simultaneously.
“More. More. I’m gonna…” I screamed and dug my nails into the wall. “I’m gonna come, Mary. Oh… oh fuck!”
I screamed again, inaudibly, and for what seemed like an eternity.
It may have been the longest, most intense orgasm I ever had.
I didn’t even know how to talk about it, as I fell to the side and looked over at her.
She wiped me off her chin and kissed me.
As Mary ran her hand down to play with my nipples, I stopped her, shivering.
“Too… too much.” I said. “Too much of a good thing.”
Mary bit my shoulder playfully. “Really?”
“That was… I broke through a wall I didn’t know was there, baby. I… oh, fuck, Mary. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Really? Oh, we must unlock more levels here.”
I giggled. “How so?”
“There are so many possibilities.”
We lay in bed, silently wrapped up in oxytocin and satisfaction.
“So, how the hell did you get into pegging? Can I ask that?”
“You promise you won’t get weird or jealous?” I asked.
“Skatt, you are the jealous one. I’m curious.”
“It was the guy you’d least expect. We’d been together for over a year, and he said he’d always fantasized about it. Of course, he didn’t think I’d say ‘hold my beer’ and go for it.”
“And you did?”
“I didn’t worry about it. I said, ‘Sure!’ and didn’t look back. You see, I’m open. If you want to try something, I will. Be direct.”
“I will be direct if you will.”
“Why does that do it for you?” I giggled. “You always want me to be bossy?”
“I fucking love a bossy top. Be a black cat. Be demanding. I can’t explain why.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “It’s why I won’t judge or ask you to explain why something gets you off. If I can do it, I will try. And you can tell me to stop. Never doubt—”
I shook my head. “I won’t. I feel completely safe with you, baby. I’d never assume anything but.”
Her expression pulled tight, indicating it hadn’t always been like that for her.
She cleared her throat, then said softly, “I’m complicated.”
“No. You’re not. Well, not more complicated than any of us.”
“No. It’s not like that.” Mary breathed deep, sorting out her words, “When I was younger, I was confused.”
I met her gaze and furrowed my brow.
She explained, “Sex wasn’t something I started doing because I wanted to. People abused my trust.”
I swallowed hard, realizing she must have meant Max.
“So, despite penetration being a thing I desire in bed, I worried that if I admitted I liked it, then that would discount…” Her voice trailed.
“Mary,” I said strongly, “you can like what you like and not let anyone take that away from you. Liking an act consensually doesn’t mean you want it any other way. I am sorry that was your experience. I’d like to fuck that man up.”
“That’s cute, but—”
“It’s not cute. I want to always protect you,” I said. “But liking what you do… it’s personal geometry and preference. If a bad association leads you away, then we don’t do it. If it doesn’t, it’s good.”
“I appreciate that.”
“You can always be honest with me, but I will always run to protect you. Like it or not, that’s me.”
She shook her head. “I like it. All of you, especially the bits that surprise me. You can be kinky and precious all at once.”
I kissed her slowly, soaking up the love in her voice and the way her tongue felt in my mouth. She wrapped her legs in mine and pulled my hair slightly. I moaned into her mouth.
“Do you want to go again?” Mary asked.
“God, yes,” I said. “But I’d be so greedy.”
A sly smile crossed Mary’s face. “I rather like you greedy, Betty. Greedy and a little possessive.”