“No. Just your hands.” Kaelee had the occasional fuck friend once or twice where she could share more, but she wasn’t great at letting go of control at the best of times. She was surprised that she was managing to do so tonight. What Kaelee wanted most was to have someone she trusted enough to surrender control to, but she couldn’t do that, not fully, unless she was friends with her lover, and that hadn’t happened in years. With this curvy stranger, though, she felt uncommonly at ease already. Kaelee said, “Even when I say I want faster, stay slow until… the end.”
“So I have permission to tease you until you are begging?” Marie laughed softly. “Excellent. If you change your mind for real, I want a safe word.”
Kaelee paused. She respected the way Mariealsofocused on consent. “Trollbridge. If I say trollbridge, you need to stop.”
“Perfect.” Marie’s hands were nothing more than butterfly touches at first, caressing Kaelee’s chest and arms and stomach.Fleeting touches dropped lower, but Marie was the opposite of how she’d been when Kaelee was getting her off. She’d been desperate then. Now, as she touched Kaelee, she was careful, slow, as if they had forever to stay this way.
By the time Marie’s fingers slid over Kaelee’s sex, parting her folds but barely applying any pressure, Kaelee wanted her touches to be faster and harder. She arched into every delicate stroke and tease. Hips lifting like a demand. That was the part about masturbation that was hard. She didn’t have the willpower to deny herself a hard, fast release.
“You can go faster,” Kaelee breathed. “Just a little.”
But Marie just chuckled. “No. I want to see you tremble, Lee. You’re nowhere near eager enough yet.”
“I feel pretty damn eager,” Kaelee whispered as Marie slid her fingers inside so slowly that Kaelee chased them with her hips, forcing them deeper inside.
“I bet you can bebeggingin time,” Marie taunted, one hand glancing over Kaelee’s clit and the other rhythmically but slowly fucking her. “Can’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Marie paused, stopping completely as Kaelee approached her orgasm. As Kaelee’s hips chased her hand, Marie reached up and stroked Kaelee’s breasts so softly it tickled. “Right there at the edge, aren’t you?”
“Yessss.” Kaelee writhed under her. “More. Please? Just a little harder.Fuckme.”
Marie resumed stroking, slowly at first and then faster and faster until Kaelee was gasping. “Just a little harder…? A little faster? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. God, yes. Harder. Please, darlin’,” Kaelee begged.
Marie stopped. Again. Denying her release instead of going faster.
Three more times they repeated the pattern. Each time, Marie resumed her leisurely touches that sped little by little until eventuallyKaelee was sweating, twisting, thrusting her hips up in search of relief. “Please, darlin’. Don’t stop again.Please. I need more.”
“I have you.” Marie covered Kaelee’s mouth, slanting over her lips and swallowing her cries as she fucked her deeper, harder, faster.
And when Kaelee felt that spine-straightening orgasm tear through, she thought she might actually have met the perfect lover.This, this edge of shattered, was what Kaelee needed, and it was damn near impossible for her to feel comfortable enough to let go this way with strangers.
Afterward, when the only sound was their breathing, Marie brushed the sweat from Kaelee’s cheek. “You’re stunning, you know? I feel like my holiday weekend has already been the relaxation I needed.”
“See you in another six months,” Kaelee joked in a scratchy voice.
“I honestly wouldn’t be opposed. I’m not looking for dates, but a night with you again?” Marie let out a low moan. “I’d be amenable to more.”
Kaelee rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She couldn’t stand to stay still after the writhing, begging, needy state she’d been in. Too real. Too vulnerable.
When she returned from the bathroom, she stood at the end of the bed and composed herself mentally. In a casual voice, she offered, “Message if you’re in DC again.”
“And if you’re in Manhattan…”
For a moment, Kaelee debated telling her that she’d be in the city for work, but that could lead to questions, and questions could turn into a connection. In a city of over eight million people, they weren’t likely to run into each other again. Not accidentally. If she decided she needed another night, she’d message, but not now. That felt too much like making plans.
Kaelee lifted Marie’s hand, turned it over, and kissed the tender skin on the back of her wrist. “Thank you for a great stress reliever.”
Marie laughed. “The thanks is all mine.” She didn’t reach out, but her eyes were soft and inviting. “It’s a shame you can’t stay.”
“Sorry, darlin’.” Kaelee stood and walked over to her tidy pile of clothes. She always was careful to keep everything together. Less chance of leaving something important behind that way.
Marie said nothing as Kaelee dressed.
The silence stretched, uncomfortable, until Kaelee suggested, “If you need anything while you’re in the city, you can message for that, too. If anything goes wrong or…” She felt foolish suggesting it. That was how people ended up in messy situations. “Since you’re alone and all…”
