13. 501s are a classic #2
‘Can you come like this?’ Greta whispered, gently placing a kiss on Dylan's thigh.
‘Mmhmm,’ Dylan managed quickly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting it.
With that, Greta pressed her chest into Dylan’s thigh and pushed herself down hard.
Her head falling forward as she slid across Dylan, swinging back and forth.
Moans of pleasure burst from their chests as Dylan’s movements now matched Greta’s.
Her strong hands moved Greta over her, pushing her hips up into the pressure and smooth glide of their pressing clits.
Feeling safe in her grip, Greta let go of Dylan, raising her arms to bury her hands into her own hair.
With her fingers threaded in her loose waves, breasts thrust forward, the sight of her dragged a groan from deep inside Dylan’s chest. Dylan’s brows furrowed, her fingers pushed into Greta’s flesh.
Her hand movements now rough and more urgent, pushing Greta back and forth, making their contact deeper and harder as their orgasms built.
‘Make me come on your clit,’ Dylan growled. Greta swore and groaned and bucked. Grinding fast and hard, cresting Dylan’s climax. ‘Fuck! Greta… I’m gonna come.’
Dylan softly repeated Greta’s name, pushing into her with one slow, hard grind, before holding herself still as she came.
‘Oh God fuck Dylan, I’m coming…I’m—’ Greta moaned over the sound of Dylan’s orgasm.
Greta’s movements on top were almost imperceptible, yet so powerful they forced her body forward as she broke.
Dylan’s filthy words of encouragement dragged her the rest of the way as Greta free-fell into her own release.
‘Fuuucking hell!’ Greta rasped, a surge of hot, wet arousal spilling from her.
‘Oh my fucking God,’ Dylan breathed, as Greta collapsed panting against the thigh of the woman who had consumed her waking thoughts and dreams for months.
Pulling herself up, Dylan quickly moved Greta to straddle her pelvis before rolling them both over.
It was a sudden, unbidden move that Margot would never have permitted but took Greta’s breath away.
A gasp burst from Greta as Dylan guided her arms above her head, pinning her wrists easily with one hand.
Before she could catch her breath, Dylan's other hand slid beneath her thigh, hooking an arm under her knee to pull her completely open.
As Dylan settled heavily in between her thighs, their eyes locked, tight and unbreakable, just before Dylan began to grind into her, hard and fast.
‘Let me touch you,’ Greta whispered.
With her arms now free, Greta dragged her palms down the warm muscles of Dylan’s back, burying her fingers into the extraordinary, firm curve of her arse.
The feel of her damp, firm skin and the powerful muscles tensing violently underneath made Greta’s eyes roll back in sheer pleasure as Dylan thrust herself against her.
‘Look at me,’ Greta whispered against Dylan’s open mouth. ‘I need to see your eyes when you come.’
Dylan dropped her head, pressing her forehead to Greta’s. ‘Can you…?’ she began, but the sentence fractured as her second orgasm quickly built.
The increasing force of Dylan’s thrusts pushed and pulled at Greta in a rhythmic motion that narrowed the entire world to that moment. The softness of Greta’s tone and her words of encouragement were like a match to touch paper. As Dylan’s body tensed, Greta fought to hold her gaze.
‘Fucking hell, Greta…’ Dylan all but shouted, her head dropping for a split second, before Greta’s gentle command pulled her back.
‘Look at me, Dylan.’
Dylan locked onto Greta’s eyes, her pupils dilated as her hand flew to Greta’s waist to anchor herself as she came again. Holding herself open, Greta took the full weight of the movement, as the searing kiss she pressed to Dylan’s lips muffled her whimpers and cries.
Panting, Dylan collapsed against Greta, her full weight settling heavily on top of her.
With Dylan’s arms framing her face, they kissed through their lingering post-orgasmic euphoria, desperate to make up for lost time.
It was a sensual, slow melting of mouths, their breaths tangling together as their tongues danced lightly and Greta swallowed every noise Dylan made.
Greta nipped at Dylan’s lower lip, opening her eyes just in time to see Dylan’s widen and then flutter shut at the sharp, sweet graze of teeth on her flesh.
Once recovered from the intensity of their orgasms, Dylan moved to her side to face Greta, who mirrored the movement. Reaching out, Dylan gently tucked the stray locks of hair away from Greta’s face, smoothing them behind her ear and over her shoulder.
After a few silent moments Dylan drew in a long breath. ‘I thought this would never happen,’ she said softly.
‘I’m sorry. I— ’
‘Woah! In the name of our Lord and Saviour Moira Rose, do not, for the love of fuck, finish that sentence.’
Greta laughed, moving onto her bent elbow. ‘If you don’t want to hear me apologise for the way I have treated you, that’s fine,’ she said, her grin widening.
‘I actually don’t, Greta,’ Dylan said adamantly, rolling onto her back.
‘You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing we did as Margot and fucking Remi is relevant. None of it.’ Sensing Dylan’s tense tone, Greta moved her hand to her belly, running it up and over her chest. Dylan held her arm out to pull Greta in, who nuzzled into her neck and possessively draped a leg over her thighs.
‘I am so far removed from Remi it’s actually hilarious.
I deserved an Oscar for faking it with all my other clients and after all the Edging-with-Margot: Femdomme Fridays I had to endure…
’ She billowed her cheeks, allowing the air to bleed out slowly.
‘Well, they need to name some parks and hospitals after me because Jesus Christ!’ Greta’s head bobbed on Dylan’s chest as they both laughed aloud. ‘And as for Margot, well— ’
‘Careful,’ Greta warned with a playful tap to Dylan’s belly.
Dylan laughed, squeezing her softly. ‘Wellll,’ she said, drawing out the word, her voice light. ‘I was going to say she was a bit of a bitch, but I best not, eh?’
Greta raised her head to snag Dylan’s gaze. ‘No, you best not, eh?,’ she said, teasingly mocking the way Dylan’s thick Mancunian accent rounded the end of her sentence.
Dylan scanned Greta’s face, smiling as her gaze rested on Greta’s kiss-swollen lips.
‘These lips, Greta. You should be arrested and put on some kind of list for keeping them from me for so long. So very cruel.’ She placed a soft kiss on Greta’s mouth and gave her a gentle squeeze.
‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this. ’
‘I couldn’t allow myself to be held like this, Dylan…in case I started to crave it and it was taken away.’
Dylan pressed her mouth to the top of Greta’s head. ‘You can crave it now,’ she whispered softly. ‘I won’t take it away.’
Before Greta nuzzled back into Dylan’s neck, Dylan kissed the tip of her nose.
The tenderness of the gesture took Greta aback.
Pausing for a heartbeat she felt the joy flare in her chest, but the sudden, sharp buzz of a distant vibration pulled them both back into the room before she could fully grasp it.
‘What’s that?’ Dylan pondered. ‘Shit, is it your sex slave? You’re gonna have to fire her now, you know? This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.’
Greta playfully tapped Dylan’s belly. ‘Yes, Dylan,’ she sighed with a theatrical eye roll. ‘It’s my sex slave, Brenda, ringing for more. Or perhaps she just wants help getting out of the swing I left her in. You go.’
They both laughed until Dylan grew tense. ‘Ahhh shit, that’s my phone,’ she said, her voice suddenly full of worry.
‘Leave it…they’ll ring back,’ Greta replied as she desperately tried to hold on to the moment.
‘I can’t, Greta,’ Dylan softly pushed her back and moved to get out of bed. ‘It’ll be Mum.’
Greta remained on her side, head propped on her hand, the sheet leaving her breasts exposed. She watched as Dylan found her boxers, hopping to pull them on while also trying to leave the room, laughing out loud as Dylan stumbled in the doorway.
‘Oh, absolutely charming, Doctor Vincent,’ Dylan threw over her shoulder with a wink.
As Dylan paced the hallway on her mobile, her voice dropped an octave. ‘No, no, don’t be daft, it’s fine. It can’t be helped,’ she said softly. ‘Yeah, no probs, I’ll be there in half an hour, tops.’
Greta’s newly bolstered and bursting heart sunk into her gut as Dylan slowly walked back into the bedroom, saying goodbye to the caller and scratching the back of her neck. Sidling up to Greta on the bed, Dylan looked at her regretfully with her head angled slightly, plump bottom lip jutting out.
‘You’ve got to go,’ Greta said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice and not jump to any conclusions. The main conclusion being that Dylan’s mum had called, and at twenty-eight years of age, she was about to go running home.
‘I do. I’m so sorry. I can—’
‘No. Don’t apologise. It’s fine.’
It wasn’t fine, but Greta had no right to feel the way she did. Dylan lay across the bed on her belly and kissed Greta.
‘I’ll ring you when I get home. I can explain. It’s just a lot to try and explain right now when I have to—’
‘You don’t owe me an explana—’
‘Don’t, Greta,’ Dylan said calmly. ‘Don’t do that.
I can explain, and I will explain.’ She leaned in again, peppering the top of Greta’s arm with kisses before dramatically moaning into her skin.
‘Arrgh, I’ve got to go, I’m sorry.’ She raked her gaze over Greta and inhaled sharply while giving Greta a look that screamed loudly that she couldn’t stand to leave, before theatrically tearing herself away.
‘Answer my call in a bit okay?’ Greta looked at Dylan and cocked her head.
‘Okay?’ Dylan reiterated while shooting her a pointed look.
Greta finally smiled. ‘Okay.’