“I’m so close,” she gasps, and all I can do is suck her harder. She fucks me with precision and determination until my thighs shake violently and there isn’t a thing I can do to stop the orgasm from hijacking my every cell.
21
Bonnie
“Allegra!”Ihearmyselfscream as I flood her face.
I’m partly mortified and partly thrilled. I’ve never gushed. In fact, I thought it was an urban legend. Kelley thought so too. Well, I’ve dispelled that belief, alright.
My breathing is somewhere between an asthmatic bear and a mewling kitten pleading for air. My skin feels alive and my brain is buzzing. I can’t even describe what’s happening in my nether regions.
Allegra taps my thigh and I gasp, because I’m sure I’ve nearly suffocated her if the gulp of air she’s taking is anything to go by. I scramble backwards, only to flop forwards on her chest when my hips settle on her upper thighs. My bones are jelly.
Seconds pass and I’m no closer to regulating my heartbeat or air consumption. Allegra doesn’t seem to care, though, because I’m suddenly flipped on my back.
“That was fantastic,” she says through deep breaths. “I want to do it again.”
Well, who the hell am I to say no to that?
“Do you like strap-ons?”
My face flushes before I can cover it up. She pulls at my hands as I try in vain to hide myself. I’m so inexperienced it’s embarrassing. What just happened between us is the most daring sex I’ve ever had.
“I’ve never tried,” I finally blurt out. Her smile makes everything worse. I don’t want her pity.
“Hey, we all have to start somewhere, and I quite like the idea of being your first.”
Okay, maybe it’s not pity.
She sweeps hair from my face, and her eyes soften. “We don’t have to use toys if it makes you uncomfortable, Bonnie. I want you to enjoy this as much as me.”
Knowing she’s enjoying herself spurs me on. I shake my head. “I’m not uncomfortable. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
And there I go again, opening my mouth and letting my feelings tumble out without thinking. We’ve just had incredibly passionate sex and I’m murdering it with my silly hang ups.
“I don’t think it’s possible,” she says quietly. I can’t read the emotions scrolling across her face.
“Then I want to try.”
Leaning down, Allegra kisses me soft and slow. It’s nothing like the lust-fuelled one from moments before. This is deeper and pulls at my heart. Ridiculous, I know. I’m such a fucking cliché.
Pulling away, she chuckles at my sad little whimper. I was no way near ready for the kiss to end. I watch her magnificent backside walk over to a set of double doors. I can see from my position on the bed, she’s entered an impressive walk-in wardrobe, that I’m positive holds tens of thousands of pounds worth of Italian clothes.
Allegra, standing with a Ferrari-red dildo in one hand and a leather harness in the other, stops my thoughts about clothing in an instant.
“It’s new,” she says. I hadn’t even thought about that. This is all so overwhelmingly exciting. I don’t think I can formulate words. “Do you still want to try?”
I nod my head rapidly, because even though I’m mute, I need her to know I entirely and enthusiastically consent to whatever she wants to do with it. Her eyes light up and a smile graces her lips. She makes a show of slipping the harness on and up her legs. My eyes linger on the patch of darker blonde hair between her thighs. I make a mental note to study that further, later on.
Next, she trails the tip of the dildo between her boobs and down her very sculpted abs. I momentarily panic because I’m in no way sculpted; a little doughy in places, truth be told.
My panic subsides when I see the heat in her gaze. Her blue and green eyes blaze a scorching trail up my body as she places the dildo through the O-ring and begins rubbing the shaft.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
“Would you like to know my favourite way of using this?” she says in a low and dangerous voice.
“Missionary?” I squeak, causing her to laugh deeply.
