Chapter 10 October - Magdalene & Sam #2
When did she get this easily stimulated? People had had their mouths on her before, had her wet and panting, had her naked and worked up for hours, and yet all this woman did was take her fingers between her lips, and Magdalene was ready to genuflect then and there and beg for more.
As if sensing her predicament, the woman slowly took her hand and withdrew it from her mouth, gently kissing each finger, then the palm and the wrist, and Magdalene felt herself vibrate, actually trembling.
She feared that, if there was any more of this, she would come apart at the seams, that she would say out loud what she had never uttered before to another human being.
But the woman ignored her visible tremor and led her by that damp, slick hand to the back of the club.
As the crowd parted in front of them, Magdalene knew they envied her and lusted for her companion, who had turned the tables on her, and she had no other choice but to follow, to obey, to be ensorcelled.
The door of the single stall bathroom closed behind them with something akin to thunder, and then she was spun around, her front pressed to the cold steel of it, and the woman was standing just a few inches away from her back.
Her breath was hot on Magdalene’s neck, her fingers slowly pushed the hair aside, and then that still lipstick-stained mouth descended.
But it wasn’t teeth, not the bites and marks that Magdalene craved.
And not the lips and sucking that she couldn’t wait for…
It was words, and she felt her river overflow, because how was it possible that the sound of that low voice was more arousing than anything that was about to happen in this tiny room?
“How does it feel to be wanted by the entire club, and yet about to kneel for me?”
Magdalene closed her eyes tight, tried not to whimper, tried to keep her imagination in check, because, oh god, she could almost taste her, she could almost smell her, and she thought she would die once she actually got on her knees.
Because she would… She would die if she didn’t, and perhaps die if she did.
Lips slowly traced the back of her neck, more whisper than touch.
“How does it feel to own every soul in this place? Every pussy crying out for you, and here you are about to beg for mine?”
This time, at the words, Magdalene did whimper loudly, and a gentle palm squeezed her ass before lifting and connecting with a resounding smack, the slap smarting, yet making her feel like she was about to crawl out of her skin.
More… More… More…
She must have said it out loud, because she could feel the lips at the nape of her neck stretch into a smile.
The teeth finally did nip, once, twice, and then held her steady by the tender skin as the hands that were caressing her ass dove under her skirt.She was completely immobilized by both the hold of the bite and the feeling of those fingers pulling aside the lace and silk as they slowly dipped into her.
The teeth let go, and the smile returned.
“I watched you walk through the club as if you owned it, and all I could think was that I knew exactly how wet you were and that I wanted to slide my fingers into you. Just like this. And taste you, lick every drop of you off my skin.”
The actions followed the command of the voice, and Magdalene was suddenly pierced, penetrated with force and speed, the thrust unexpected, but she was so ready, so overflowing with desire that she welcomed the invasion, the slight burn of the stretch as much a turn on as the palm on her clit.
Yet the hand was removed almost immediately.
Magdalene feared she might cry, but the voice behind her was relentless, and she felt hips lean into her.
She instantly pushed her ass back into the haven that was this woman’s groin.
The move was met with an answering moan, and it made her grin. She was not alone in this insanity.
“Ah-ah-ah, you really did like that slap. Maybe I’ll spank you for being a bad girl?
” The voice was teasing, and suddenly her face was turned to the side, and their mouths connected hard in a bruising kiss.
Surprisingly, she could taste herself on those delicious lips…
Realization that the woman had licked the fingers she’d just had inside Magdalene right before the kiss dawned with the force of a supernova exploding.
Her tether snapped entirely, and she grabbed a hold of that hand and simply pushed it into her sodden underwear.
“Oh god, I can’t stand this… I want you so much…
” Every word was punctuated by a hard thrust as Magdalene gave herself a rhythm on those eager fingers that dove deeper with every move, and always, always to the very root of her, to the very spot that ached and throbbed and needed…
Needed this woman, only this one so, so much…
“Sam.. Sam… Sam…”
Magdalene broke character and felt Sam’s answering chant of her name more than heard it, and then she couldn’t hear anything, because the roar in her ears was now out of tune with the music and the noise of the club.
She came, overwhelmed, her vision graying at the edges, and only the fingers on her neck and inside her keeping her upright.
Keeping her alive. Surely this was too much.
One day, this want, this need would be the end of her.
As she slowly opened her eyes, Sam’s breathing was still heavy behind her, charged with unfulfilled desire, and Magdalene wanted to stretch like a cat about to eat an entire bowl of cream, because she would.
She turned in those slender arms, and they were face-to-face again. Edgy gray met languid, almost-amber. Leaning in, she kissed her wife; a tender, gentle kiss of, “I will be going down on you in a second here, but can I just enjoy the way you made me feel before I do, darling?”
“I have to admit this role-playing idea was quite inspiring. We should really go to clubs more often, Magdalene.” Sam’s voice was taut with lust and daring.
Magdalene smiled before she slowly pushed Sam towards the sink and the counter that held it up. Sam gave her a charged look and traced her bottom lip, her fingers tasting like Magdalene, making her insides clench.
“I want to tell you that you should’ve come clean about this fantasy of yours sooner, but then you might pout, and I have other plans for that mouth of yours.” Magdalene could hear the desire still palpable in Sam’s husky voice.
Sam smirked , placing her hands over Magdalene’s cleavage before dipping two fingers into the blouse and running them over a hard nipple, sending fresh ripples of desire all over Magdalene’s body. But she wasn’t about to surrender without a fight just yet, and after all, it was her turn.
“Do tell…”
“Oh, this and that. Mostly I want that dirty mouth of yours on my cunt, can you oblige, wife?”
Damn this voice, damn this smirk, damn this woman.
Hadn’t Magdalene just been sated thoroughly? Just seconds ago? Sam would have to do this all over again, and preferably as soon as Magdalene had gotten up from her knees.
“Less tell and more show, darling. But later…” She lowered herself in front of Sam, and the gray turned almost entirely black, her beloved’s head falling back against the bathroom mirror.
The buttons of Sam’s jeans were no match for a determined Magdalene, and as she pulled down the denim, revealing no underwear, instead just wanting flesh, she licked her lips before leaning into the wet and the need.
The last thought before she tasted Sam was that she’d wanted to ruin this woman and instead ended up ruined by her for life. And loving every second of the ruination.
A few days later, as they were getting ready for the party in her honor, Magdalene finally noticed the little pink light bulb on their already lengthy fairy light string.
The date and name of the club were scrolled carefully in Sam’s hand in black marker, a little exclamation point punctuating the occasion.
Magdalene bit her lip to hide her smirk and wondered how soon was too soon to go clubbing again.