April shivered again, goose bumps breaking out all over her body.
Finally, Daphne picked up a dark purple double dildo. It had one long insertable shaft, but on the other end, there was a ridge and a slightly shorter bulb that went inside the wearer, no harness required.
Daphne slid her fingers down the long cock, then flicked her eyes to April. “I like this one.”
April’s mouth watered. “I do too.”
Daphne smiled, her eyes liquid and dark, all that green drowning in her pupils. She stepped closer, drifting the fingers of her free hand over April’s cheek, circling to the back of her head. She pulled her in for a kiss, slow and languid, and April felt as though she was flying, melting, disintegrating.
“You’re really good at that,” April said against her mouth, and Daphne responded by kissing her deeper, her tongue soft and wet and perfect. She set the double dildo back on the bed, then lifted April’s shirt over her head, making quick work of her black bra as well. She palmed April’s tits, plucking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. April moaned against her neck, her own hands playing with the hem of Daphne’s dress.
“Can I?” she asked. She wanted Daphne fully naked, more than she wanted air, but she knew who was in charge here. “Please,” she said, running her mouth over the skin just below Daphne’s ear. “Please, Ms.Love.”
“God, I love that,” Daphne said, her breath ragged. Her hands were less focused on April’s chest, sliding down her ribs, thumbs pressing into her bones.
“What?” April asked.
“Hearing you beg.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” April said, nails scraping gently at her shoulders. “Please, anything, I just need you naked.”
“Get me naked, then,” Daphne said.
April didn’t waste any time. She dragged Daphne’s dress down her torso, grabbing her underwear on the way down and pulling until everything was pooled at Daphne’s feet. Daphne stepped out of it, and for a second, April just looked—smooth skin, random freckles and a few moles, supple breasts and dark pink nipples already hard.
God, she was gorgeous.
“Take yours off too, then lie down on my bed,” Daphne said.
April nearly tripped in her haste, and Daphne laughed, following her to the bed and pressing down on top of her, legs straddling April’s hips, setting the double dildo and lube next to her.
April moaned—just the sight of Daphne above her was quite possibly enough to make her come—and slid her hands up Daphne’s stomach to her tits.
“Fuck,” April said.
Daphne closed her eyes, let April touch her as much as she wanted, soft moans coming out of her mouth, her hips undulating so that April could feel how wet she was.
How wet they both were.
“God, Daphne, please,” she said, hands on her ass now.
Daphne stopped. “Please, who?”
April grinned. Fuck, she loved this so much. “Please, Ms.Love.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Daphne leaned close, their stomachs, their tits, everything lining up, pressing together, damp and hot. She rolled her hips. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God, Da— Ms.Love. Yes. Please.”
April felt lightheaded again, her cunt drenched and throbbing. She was at nearly crisis levels.
“How badly?” Daphne asked, those hips working again.
“So bad. Please.”
