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S he teases me with small bites to the crook of my neck and I’m instantly melting. I’d let her do anything she wanted, and I prove that fact by climbing onto her bed, and starting to undress. My shirt has buttons today, and they take an agonizingly long time to get undone.
The heat in Kara’s gaze feels like it’s branding my skin everywhere it goes. It’s an addictive sort of burn.
I watch with rapt attention as she walks to her bedside table, opens a drawer, and pulls something out. Her body hides it from view at first, but even when she turns to face me again, she moves it behind her back.
“That’s not suspicious,” I mutter.
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
“No,” I reply quickly.
I realize it’s foolish that we got this far so many times without trust being a factor, but I guess it must have been there on some instinctive level. I might finally trust that she’s not a murderer, but I’m not sure she still isn’t hiding a secret twin from me.
I’ve actually never asked.
Crap.
“Then why are you even here?”
“Haven’t we had this conversation before? Convenience, mutual release…”
She smirks.
“You can’t find that with someone you trust? I find that hard to believe. You seem…” She really hesitates to think of a word. “Likable.”
My stomach does flips, and I take it for a compliment even if it wasn’t really meant to be one. It’s hard to say with this woman.
“I thought I was irritating.”
“You misunderstand. I didn’t say I liked you, I just think other people might.”
Whatever that means .
Two seconds into overthinking it and my head starts to hurt.
I sit up, looking her in the eye.
“Look, it’s pretty inconvenient that I find you so attractive, but I do. It is what it is. I’d trade you for someone that actually liked me in a heartbeat.” I’m such a liar. “But no one that likes me has all of this going on.” I gesture from her head to her toes, and it’s all the explanation I need. She’s perfect, and it’s obvious to everyone but her.
“Sounds pretty shallow of you, sunshine. You should work on that. Maybe try out dating, find a girl with these good looks and a personality.” Suddenly, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me in close.
“But if you’re going to take my advice, do it tomorrow.”
And then she kisses me hard. Hard enough that it hurts. Hard enough that I know the only thing she wants from me is this . Our intense, fiery chemistry. If it wasn’t as good as it is, I would take her advice. I’ve taken a long break from trying to pursue a relationship, given my past mistakes and all. Getting hurt gets exhausting.
Apparently I’m revitalized, because I think all this woman could have to offer me is pain. I can already see what a rough, crumbling mess this could become between us.
And it’s all I want anyway.
“Drop these,” she demands.
Not that I’ve ever liked being told what to do by anyone… but I start moving. My fingers hit the button on my jeans, and in two seconds it’s undone, unzipped, and they’re on the ground.
I stand before her in my underwear, waiting.
She pushes me backwards so I fall onto the bed and she moves to straddle me.
I try to hold her hips in my hands, but she pushes them off. I’m starting to really believe I'll never figure her out, because where else would my hands go?
Only then do I notice what she’d been holding is now dropped onto the bed next to me. I’m staring at a glittery pink dildo.
And I never thought I’d be so excited to see one of those.
Kara’s brows raise in question as she picks it up, and I can’t nod quick enough. A small push of her thumb and the toy begins to vibrate.
“ Please ,” I whine. There are few things I’ve ever wanted more than how much I want her to use it on me.
“Begging looks great on you. Do it some more,” she purrs.
“You’re evil.”
She nods like she agrees.
“Amongst other things.”
Then she gently presses it to my entrance and I lose all sense of everything. I don’t care who she is, where we are, who I am. I do care how absolutely sinful it feels to have someone else in control of something I’ve used on myself too many times to count.
It’s an entirely different experience.
My back arches off the bed as I try to push into it more, but she’s holding it just out of the way. Just out of me.
“ Kara .”
I try to open my eyes long enough to make eye contact, but hers are closed tight. Like she’s getting off on this even more than I am.
She angles and slides it up until it’s rubbing against my clit. My body twitches, the sensation being too much and not enough all at once.
She moves it in a circular motion, barely grazing me now. It’s torturous and amazing, and I think I’m going to lose my mind for the few brief seconds when she finally applies more pressure. That pattern continues, hard and soft, back and forth, for what feels like an eternity. When I sit up as much as I can to kiss her, it’s sloppy. I capture her bottom lip, sucking on it, and I could get off on the gasp that pulls from her alone.
This woman is too fucking hot.
“Say my name when you come,” she says into my mouth.
I nod, unable to argue even if I wanted to.
The vibrator sinks lower again, sitting too comfortably between my lips, paused. Waiting.
I lie back down, bracing for her next move.
“Please, just—“
It presses into me further, the tip stretching me deliciously. My own wetness helps it slide in easily, but again she stops.
I let the vibration rattle through me, lighting up every single piece of me.
“Keep going,” I breathe.
She leans over my body, our breasts pressing against each other. I feel her cool breath before I hear her delicate voice.
“I’m trying to be careful.”
I scoff instinctively.
“You don’t want to hurt me or something?”
“You haven’t told me if you’re into that.”
Before the answer even comes to me, before I register what it is, she pushes it in further until it’s reached as far as it can go. I moan so loudly, I surprise myself.
I do it again as she begins to attack at all angles. She works it in and out of me, her thumb presses to my clit, and her mouth lands on the most sensitive spot of my neck.
I’m a ticking time bomb that switched from having a few minutes to mere seconds.
I’ve never felt my orgasm build so violently, but that’s exactly what it is. It feels like a storm raging in this very room, sweeping up all of its contents in a fierce wind.
I can almost feel it swirling around me, as I gasp my last breaths before I can’t hold off any longer.
“Oh fuck, Kara .”
I say her name with the last of the air in my lungs before the wind whips it away. I’m a woman possessed again, as my body spasms underneath her. The storm dies down, but her actions do not.
I try to gasp out the words, but I can’t find them. Instead I continue to twitch, and feel, and go far past what my body was ready for.
After what seems like an eternity of trying and failing to wind down, she switches it off, and slowly pulls it out of me.
The wet sound of it is almost embarrassing, but I’m still too far gone to worry about it.
Kara throws the vibrator on the end of the bed without a care, and falls down beside me.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“Holy crap,” I echo.
We lay there for so long, chests heaving, that I let my eyes fall closed. I let myself forget where I am as exhaustion hits me full force.
I wait mere moments for her to protest, to shake me, to demand that it’s time for me to go, but it doesn’t come.