“Yes, ma’am,” Lee said. “Happy to do exactly what you want.”
The moan Greta let out was as much from the words as from the feel of Lee’s fingers skating over her damp panties. Teasing wasn’t usually Greta’s preference. She liked a hard, fast fuck, but right now, she simply wanted Lee however she could get her. That was as much as her mind could process.
“Tell me what you want,” Lee whispered. “Shall I touch you like this, darlin’?” Her fingers teased over the silky fabric of Greta’s panties. “Or like this?” Lee’s hand slipped under the fabric, fingers stroking from opening to clitoris. Her touch was slow and gentle, not lingering anywhere or slipping inside.
“I need…” Greta trembled.
“Tellme, Marie. Do you want a slow, soft touch?” Lee’s fingers continued to taunt as they leisurely explored the slick contours of Greta’s pussy. “Or do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
One finger slid into Greta.
“More.”
A second finger followed.
Lee’s touch stayed slow, tantalizingly casual, as if there was no urgency to her actions. She kissed Greta’s throat, her shoulders, her jawline. Not rushing anything.
“Fuck me,” Greta ordered or maybe begged. She wasn’t sure her voice was steady enough to sound like a demand. “Just…fuckme like we’re… in a hurry.Please.”
A low chuckle against her throat was the only reply, but Lee’s hand sped. Her other hand slid from where it had been caressing Greta’s breasts gently, over her stomach and to her hips, where it shoved her panties down.
“These are in the way,” Lee reminded her. “Close your legs a minute.”
Lee’s fingers stayed inside her, seemingly filling her more as her legs closed, and Greta trembled as Lee’s thumb pressed against her clitoris.
With one hand Lee lowered the panties, and Greta had to decide between standing there with her panties around her ankles or moving away from Lee’s touch to step out of them. She looked at Lee for direction then.
“Arms around my neck. I have you.” Lee stared down at Greta as she complied. “Such a good girl. Hard and fast, then?”
“Please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lee guided her legs apart, freeing first one and then the other ankle, and then pressed Greta back against the wall. Lee’s fingers went to her clitoris, gently at first.
“Please.”
“I like when you say that, darlin’. Keep saying it,” Lee ordered, a distinct Southern twang slipping into her voice.
“Pleasepleaseplease.”
“Just like that, darlin’. Begging so prettily for me. Such a beautiful sound. So close already, aren’t you?” Lee’s voice was like honey-coated whisky. One hand thrusting several fingers inside, the other hand working over her clit, both inviting her pleasure higher and higher, until the combination sent Greta spiraling toward her first orgasm with another person in almost six months.
Greta let out a noise that was more scream than moan, and she rested her forehead against Lee’s shoulder. When she could speak steadily, she murmured, “Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”
Lee smiled at her. “I hope that wasn’tallyou need.”
“Six months with no one else, so… I’m far from done, if you’re still interested.”
“Oh, I am.” Lee hauled her up so Greta had to wrap her legs around her like a stripper on a pole.
Greta put her arms around Lee’s neck, too. “Whoa! You don’t need to carry—”
“Iwantto carry you. Why else would I spend hours at the gym other than to be able to hold a gorgeous woman in my arms? You don’t want all my work to go to waste, do you?” Lee teased.
“Your shirt is going to be damp,” Greta said, feeling awkward for the first time.
“And smelldelicious,” Lee murmured from Greta’s cleavage. One breast was no longer in the bra cup, and the other was covered. Lee gently bit the skin that was exposed there. “You’re mouthwatering, darlin’. No shame in having that sopping wet pussy on me.”
