14. What do you need? #4
Greta reached up, her fingers confidently pulling her hair free.
Shaking it loose, it tumbled over her shoulders in dark, messy waves.
With her fingers buried deep in the roots, she loosened the strands before beginning to swing her hips again in their slow rhythm.
Every last line, muscle and curve of their bodies were bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamps.
Dylan’s breath hitched as she watched her, completely transfixed, her steady gaze tracking every movement, as Greta slowly rocked back and forth, her shapely hips and the soft, beautiful swell of her belly moving in perfect time with Dylan’s own.
‘Doctor Vincent,’ Dylan whispered breathlessly through a smile. ‘You are absolutely fucking incredible.’
Clawing at Dylan’s arms, Greta pulled her upward until they were chest to chest. Dylan’s strong arms closed around her, drawing her flush against her body, as if desperate to feel every inch of her and not allow a sliver of light between them.
Safe in Dylan’s grip, Greta let go. She arched her back, her hands disappearing into her hair as she watched Dylan’s pupils blow wide at the sight of her breasts jutting forward.
Supported entirely by Dylan’s arms, she kept moving.
Meeting every motion, Dylan thrust, burying the dildo until there was nowhere left to go, while Greta ground herself down against it with desperate, rhythmic force.
‘Fuck, that feels so fucking good,’ Greta whispered softly. ‘Can you come like this? What do you need?’
‘You are all I need,’ Dylan rasped.
Dylan leaned her mouth to Greta’s breast, cupping its weight in her hands and holding it there before licking and softly sucking the nipple covered in her own arousal.
Greta arched into the teasing of Dylan’s lips, tongue, and teeth.
The low, gravelly moans vibrating in Greta’s throat drew a breathless hum against her skin.
She buried her hands into the dark mess of Dylan’s hair, tousling the curls before slowly winding one around her finger and letting it slip free from the soft grip of her fingertips.
‘I want you so much, Dylan.’
Pressing her forehead against Greta’s collarbone, Dylan closed her eyes as though letting the weight of the words settle into her, as if they were absorbing through her skin.
Greta tipped Dylan’s chin up with two fingers, drawing her into a deep, measured kiss as she urged her back against the pillows.
Remaining straddled over her, she rose slightly on her knees, giving Dylan room to move.
Holding herself still, Greta felt Dylan’s hands settle against her arse cheeks, spreading them, holding her open as she fucked her hard with a rhythmic, exquisite force.
The air was filled with the sounds of the slick dildo, their deep moans, and the noise of their skin meeting.
Despite the awareness of where they were, of the quiet house around them, their stifled moans and whimpers were becoming impossible to suppress.
The passion between them was too strong to be tamped down or controlled any longer.
Greta’s head fell forward, as Dylan moved inside her.
She leaned in, whispering words of encouragement into Dylan’s ear, her breaths landing in hot, frantic bursts.
Greta met Dylan’s searching gaze, her own vision half-lidded, knowing her brow was furrowed with a pleasure that felt dangerously close to anguish.
Dylan thrust upward hard, pulling Greta down by her arse, watching as a look of unadulterated ecstasy spread across Greta’s face.
Sweat gathered between them, wetting the skin of Dylan’s belly where they met.
Greta gave herself up to Dylan as her climax began to build; a massive, silent wave teetering on the very cusp of breaking.
‘I want you, I want you so fucking much,’ Greta whispered.
Reaching up, Dylan’s thumb brushed a stray, damp strand of hair from Greta’s face before tenderly tucking it behind her ear. With a steady gaze, her hands held Greta’s face. ‘You can have me. I can be yours, Greta. We can—’
Greta cut her off with a kiss, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, physically stopping the words. The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breaths and the soft, slicked friction of their bodies moving together.
No barked demands.
No expectations of, or desire for, obedience.
Dylan’s hands moved to Greta’s waist, pulling her flush to her body, buried so deep inside it made Greta want to sob. Deep throaty moans filled the air as they tried desperately not to cry out as Dylan squeezed Greta harder, fucking her as she raced towards the edge.
‘Hold me like that. Please—Fuck!’
‘Come all over me,’ Dylan whispered breathlessly.
With her mouth open over Dylan’s, Greta swallowed the quiet demand. She held Dylan’s jaw with her fingers as she gave in to the orgasm that felt as if it were about to change her life.
‘I’m coming. I’m coming. Fuck! Please, don’t stop, I—’ Greta’s strained voice was just above a whisper.
She began trembling as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Unable to cry out her release, Greta pushed her forehead onto Dylan’s, her bitten-off words and whimpers spilled from her as Dylan held her.
‘Oh my God, Dylan!’ Greta softly repeated Dylan’s name as her orgasm seemed to go on and on.
She pulsed and throbbed, her slick walls wrapping around the dildo. Dylan’s eyes grew wide just as Greta turned her head to the side, trembling and jolting on top of her.
‘Don’t move,’ Dylan’s voice was a ragged, breathless demand in Greta’s ear. She tightened her grip, pulling down Greta’s pelvis, holding the back of her neck with her strong hand. ‘Please don’t fucking move. Greta I…I’m com— Fuck!’
Dylan’s moans were loud, louder than they should have been in the quiet house.
With one hand now braced against the headboard above her and her other arm pinning Greta’s chest and belly flush against her own.
The grip of Greta’s thighs tightened as Dylan’s climax crashed through her; muscles tensing and twitching, her head forced back into the pillow, as she came hard.
A suppressed low guttural groan forced its way from Greta, as the grind of the dildo inside her forced her second release to thunder through her.
Their sweat-drenched bodies lay pressed together as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms with fierce jolts and shudders.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, Dylan.’
‘I know,’ Dylan replied with a shaky, breathless laugh as she slowly released her grip. ‘Holy shit.’
Bracketing Dylan’s head with her arms, Greta raked her gaze over Dylan’s flushed face before kissing her softly.
Slowly raising herself on wobbly thighs—her muscles still trembling—she lay half on top of Dylan.
Reaching down, Dylan tentatively eased the dildo out of herself just as Greta’s thigh draped over her hip, wasting no time in getting as close as she could.
With her ear resting against Dylan’s chest, Greta closed her eyes.
She listened to the frantic, beautiful drumming of Dylan’s heart; tachycardic and beating wildly as if it were about to break out of her chest. Somewhere in the overwhelming intimacy they now shared, they were still becoming, each moment together carrying them further from the people they had once been.
The silence stretched for a long beat. Beneath Greta’s cheek, Dylan’s chest stayed still for a moment too long, her breath caught in her throat. With Dylan’s exhale came the words she was clearly hesitant to say.
‘Stay with me tonight?’