“No, not quite. I like reverse cowgirl. You know it?”
Oh, bloody hell, there goes my face again. I look away and shake my head.
“Good, I can’t wait to show you,” she says, stepping forward. “On your knees, Bonnie.”
I peel myself off the damp sheets and get to my knees. Allegra circles the bed until she’s behind me.
“I’m going to lay down and I want you to straddle my thighs, okay?”
“Okay.” I sound breathy, and I know I’m close to hyperventilating.
With a bit of clumsy manoeuvring on my part, I balance myself over her. The tip of the toy pokes my inner thigh, and I’m sure I can feel myself dripping down my leg. This is all highly irregular for me.
“I’m going to rub you all over the toy. Is that okay?”
Is it okay? Um, yes, please. I don’t say that, though, because I’m still incapable of saying more than one word, so she gets my nod of the head.
One hand rubs up my back and I shiver. My back is a major erogenous zone for me. Her nails scrape gently as her other hand directs the dildo through my ever-increasing wetness.
“Mmm, you’re ready,” she says, almost to herself. I love the reverence in her voice.
The hand which was scratching up and down my back now clamps on my shoulder. She raises her hips and pushes the toy into me. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good. I never really got excited over penetration before. But this feels different…or maybe it’s who I’m with that is the deciding factor.
“Still okay?” she asks.
“Y-yes,” I manage to gasp out.
“You’re taking it so well, Bonnie. All my inches.”
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, because the dirty talk, added to the feeling of her toy inside of me, is revving me up higher than a grandma behind the wheel of a Ford Fiesta.
“Mmm, that’s it, relax. Do you want to move your hips?”
Bracing my knees, I lift slightly and roll my hips. It feels amazing, so I do it again. Allegra’s hand on my shoulder grips a little hard. When I rise again, her hand pulls me down even harder, and I can’t stop the pant and curse slipping from my lips.
“Harder,” I say, surprising myself. Allegra doesn’t disappoint. She slams into me again and again until I have to hold her legs to keep me steady.
With a sudden move, she sits up behind me and cups both my breasts. “Take what you need from me,” she growls.
I feel her stiff nipples rub against my sensitive back. My hips take on a life of their own. I roll deeply, flexing my legs as I rise and fall on her, over and over again. Every time I pound myself against her, she curses and pinches my nipples. I feel her teeth scrape against my neck. I don’t think this could get better. And then it does. One of Allegra’s hands drops from my breast. I’m too lost in my euphoria to question why she’s not playing with my nipple any longer. But my unasked question is answered when I hear a click and the toy starts vibrating, almost making me shoot off her in both surprise and sheer pleasure.
“Oh…oh, yes. Shit, that’s… Right there, Allegra.”
“Fuck,” she says into my neck. We’re moving together and it’s so damn good. Taking my hands from her legs, I reach back and roughly grab fistfuls of her hair. I’m so wet I’m scared she’ll slip out of me before I tumble, but Allegra holds on tighter until I howl through the best orgasm I have ever had.
We fall to the side in exhaustion, Allegra still buried inside of me. “I…I think I like strap-ons,” I say, laughing.
Allegra’s body shakes behind me. “I’d agree. Hold still.”
She turns it off and slips out of me, then removes the harness. I’m slipping into sleep when it occurs to me, Allegra might want me to leave. As upsetting as that would be, I wouldn’t argue. Before I can turn to ask, I’m enveloped in her arms as she snuggles behind me, her mouth nestled behind my ear. I lay there and wait for her to say something, but I only hear soft snores. She’s already asleep.
Time ticks by. I can’t shut off my brain. It’s not even the fact we had sex that is keeping me awake; it was the quality. I mean, I thought I’d had great sex before, but now I know it was mediocre at best. How fucking sad. And yet, I’m secretly pleased my earth-shattering orgasms were the result of a night with Allegra Malgeri, mob queen.
I roll my lips to stop myself from laughing, but it doesn’t work. Allegra shifts behind me and I feel her head poke over my shoulder.
“Are you laughing?” she asks, which just makes it worse. I’m one of those people that laughs at inappropriate times and once I start, I can’t stop.
Allegra simply watches me as I fall about, cackling. I can feel her smile against my skin. When I finally get a grip on myself, I roll until I’m on my back and she’s looking down at me.
