Chapter 23 #3
“Shut up.” Varen’s fingers dug beneath Nala’s ass, spreading her thighs apart until a single fingertip touched her beneath her lingerie. Oh my hell. “You talk too much.”
How dare she! Nala took that as a challenge, wrapping her hand around the back of Varen’s head.
Nala bit Varen’s bottom lip, dragging it far away until it snapped out of her mouth.
The moan falling from both of their throats practically made Nala wet enough to take whatever her Mistress offered. All of it. Offer me everything, Varen.
“You can’t make me shut up tonight.” Nala threw her head back as Varen’s lowered and immersed itself in cleavage, tongue snaking against both breasts and searching for a nipple. “If my name is Nala, then you can’t tell me what to do. Not tonight.”
“Fair enough. I’m going to ignore you, though.”
Nala’s fingers felt the slickness of Varen’s hair. “Fair enough, indeed.”
She wanted Varen to be quiet, but she was anything but.
Every other breath out of Varen’s body was some form of Nala’s name, whether a whisper, a cry, or something so beyond human that Nala barely recognized it.
The farther they went, the more her knees dug into the couch, her thighs lowering to Varen’s as her fingers pulled aside the lacy underwear and plunged deep within Nala.
“Shit!” It felt good. It felt wonderful.
It felt like the end of the world come to take her away from the mortal realm.
Why does she feel so good? Varen was the woman who showed her it was possible to feel as good as the movies portrayed.
Before? Nala thought it was only a lucky few who got to have such powerful lovemaking.
The kind that ripped out hearts and brought on knee-shaking orgasms – all from a simple touch of the hand.
Varen may have been deep within her, wetting her fingers in Nala’s essence, but it wasn’t enough to sate a woman as needy as her right now.
“More,” she whimpered in Varen’s ear, arms wrapping around her shoulders. “Please.”
Nala’s hips met the thrusts of her Mistress’s fingers. She was barely coherent enough from the climax claiming her body to see the spank coming for her ass.
She shuddered on Varen’s fingers, easing herself off.
Varen kissed the mounds of Nala’s breasts, still encased in her bra.
“I like it when you beg,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Careful. You think I don’t get to tell you what to do, but if you keep doing this to me, I’ll have no choice but to show you who I really am.”
Dry though her throat was, Nala still found the ability to speak. “Don’t give me ideas.”
Varen chuckled, pulling aside Nala’s underwear again. “Are you ready for me? I think you can take more. My whole hand burns to feel you all around it, darling.”
Darling? That was what she called Nightingale when they were undercover.
She claimed to want Nala, not the identity she sank into when trying to make the lies easier to pass.
She’s calling me darling… It shouldn’t make her heart flutter, yet here she was, clinging to Varen’s shoulders and continuing to whimper into her throat as she slowly guided four whole fingers into her half-naked darling.
“I’m trying,” she groaned, struggling to fulfill a fantasy they apparently shared.
Damnit, why is it sometimes so easy, and sometimes so difficult to get this woman inside me?
It didn’t matter how wet she was. How aroused.
What position. Whether Varen was slow or forceful.
It hurt, a little. Discomforting. Yet it was also so damn relieving to consume Varen like this, triumph overcoming them.
Fist me, you desperate shit. Well, they weren’t quite there yet.
“Relax, Nala,” Varen whispered into her ear before lightly tasting it with a delicate tongue. “Don’t clench up. Not yet. Relax and meet me halfway.”
“I’m…” she was going to reiterate her intention to try, but Varen had lifted Nala’s hips and pulled her hand away too easily.
Nala licked her fingers and rubbed her clit.
Okay, okay, I’m wet. Her arousal slipped from her entrance, charging a course down her inner thigh and dripping right on Varen’s knuckles.
A hiss of satisfaction as Nala dripped on Varen’s skin made it hotter.
“You’ve already ruined your brand-new designer panties,” Varen chastised her. “You’ll probably have to leave them here. Can’t have you wandering home with these things on.”
Nala laughed. “I’ve ruined them because of you.”
“So you have. I better take advantage of this glorious situation.”
“I don’t know what’s stopping you.”
Her satisfied demeanor slightly turned down. “You. Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t see how you could.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
She shivered. That might be nice. Really, really rough.
That wasn’t about the physical aspect, really.
It was about feeling Varen’s sheer power claiming her, taming her.
I keep thinking about those sorts of things.
Was she really a woman in need of taming?
Maybe only in the bedroom. It was nice to give up control and know that there was at least one woman out there who knew exactly what Nala needed… but not tonight.
“I bet you like it, though,” Nala teased her, trying her damndest to relax when she knew she was about to have great sex. “Feeling like the toughest woman in the world because some petite little thing like me wants your whole fist.”
“I don’t take that much credit. It’s tight in there.” Varen brushed against Nala’s clit, teasing her. “Also, you’re in no way ready to try fisting. That’s a first-anniversary thing.”
“Uh… huh…” Her fingers dug into Varen’s shoulders, her wet fingers making an easier way in now.
Holy shit. It never got old. No matter what Varen used to penetrate her.
No matter how often she took Nala and became intimately familiar with every curve of her body.
This should be illegal. The illicit nature of it would make it even hotter.
Forbidden. Held back. Nearly forgotten, until now.
That’s what Nala thought as she indulged in the sensation making her eyes roll back.
“God,” Varen said, her head resting against the couch and her eyes half closed. “You’re amazing. You know that?”
Nala gently kissed her, distracted by what was happening between her legs. That’s a thumb on my clit. Fucking hell! “It takes two,” she was barely able to say. “I take a fraction of the credit.”
“A big fraction, I’m sure.”
“Hey, you’re the math nerd.” Nala kissed her all over, from her lips to her cheeks, her throat, back to her forehead, and all over again. “Fuck me. Make that little pinky of yours work to get in there.”
Thank God, Varen did just that.
Nala wasn’t an easy woman to impress, but not only had Varen done that more than once, but she did it again, lifting her hand into Nala, over and over, unrelenting.
Nala held herself as steady as possible against the couch as Varen had her way with her, using everything she had to take Nala right where it mattered most.
“Yes!” she cried against Varen’s neck, feeling the exquisite way her hand moved. Nala’s body accommodated the experience by stretching around Varen’s fingers, inviting her to keep a hold on Nala while she did whatever she damn well pleased. “Varen!”
Her empty hand kneaded both sides of Nala’s ass as she worked to meet the taut but heavy thrusts of Varen’s hand, taking her lovemaking as if she had no other choice.
I’ve got all the choice. I choose to be here, doing this.
That thought made Nala cling harder to the couch before grabbing Varen’s shoulders and holding herself steady.
Just let her do it, girl. The sheer power behind Varen’s determination was enough to make Nala whine so loudly that she impressed herself.
Her mouth finally meandered to Varen’s, tongue penetrating her mouth just like Nala was below.
Just kill me already! Although she wasn’t bound or gagged, Nala found herself unable to do what she wanted – whatever that was.
Nala was naturally deferring to Varen’s whim, letting her control every movement, every moment they shared on her leather couch.
“I’m gonna come,” she murmured on Varen’s mouth. Nala experienced every spark of an orgasm ready to fire in her body. “You ready?”
Nala’s hand landed lightly around Varen’s throat, indulging in the silk of her shirt and the softness of her skin. Varen didn’t get a response. Not right away. Nala was too busy giving herself over to the throes of orgasm. The epicenter was in her thighs as they fought to stay as spread as possible.
“Ven!” Her voice pealed through the loft, fingers scrambling for purchase either on Varen’s shoulders or the back of the couch.
Varen continued to fuck her, letting gravity bring them together before defying it again with bold strength.
It prolonged Nala’s climax, taking her down, up, and down again until she thought she might pass out from exhaustion.
When she finally came down for the last time, she fell off Varen’s lap, both knees landing on one side of the couch.
She was so drunk on the sensations conquering her that she couldn’t think of anything but finally pleasuring Varen in return.
What better way to start than to immediately attack the buttons on her shirt and the zipper on her trousers?
I’ll kiss her all over before plunging my tongue into her delicious pussy…
All Nala could think about was plastering her mouth against Varen’s wetness while her Mistress came hard on her face. Drown me, Ven.
“No.”
Rejected, Nala almost cried out in disbelief.
Varen snatched her by the chin with the wettest hand Nala had ever felt. She closed her eyes again, indulging in her own orgasmic, womanly scent. Not. Helping. Nala was nothing but inspired neurons begging for stimulation. Let me fuck you, Ven. She loved that name now. Ven, Ven, Ven…
“Upstairs.” Varen stood up, still holding Nala’s face with her strongest hand. “Bed. You. Me. Go.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.