“Fuck me with your fingers.”
Mara followed her orders, but she still had that stubborn set to her jaw. Kirby loved it.
She loved the tentative touch, the way Mara quickly got more assertive as she realized how much Kirby liked it. Mara tried to lean back toward Kirby’s cunt, but Kirby wouldn’t let her, holding her by her hair.
“Fine,” Mara grumbled as she sat up. Kirby let her, not willing to keep Mara in place if she truly wanted to get away. But Kirby quickly realized Mara’s intention as she picked up the Clitapult.
Mara looked at it like it was a ridiculous waste of time but also kept up a steady finger fuck with her other hand. She touched some of the buttons on the toy. It buzzed to life, softly at first, then louder as she upped the intensity.
Honestly, Kirby could have come just from Mara’s fingers in her pussy. It was almost inconvenient how close she was. She wanted to draw it out. Make Mara keep working for it. But if she used that toy on Kirby onthatsetting, it would be over.
“Start low,” Kirby managed to gasp out, but the words were clipped and didn’t really make sense. Or at least Mara pretended they didn’t make sense.
“What?” Mara pressed the head of the Clitapult, set on a higher setting, over Kirby’s clit in the most nonchalant way.
Kirby had managed to stay relatively in control to that point.
But she lost all semblance of control in three seconds flat. She moaned and jerked, her body inadvertently shying away from the intensity of the toy.
“Oh,” Mara said like she’d discovered something surprising.
And that was the last thing Kirby heard besides her own babbling. “I’m gonna—turn it—oh God, Mara.”
Mara fucked her harder with two or maybe three fingers and kept the toy pressed firmly against Kirby’s clit, and Kirby tried to hold in her scream as a sharp, hard orgasm ripped through her.
The light in the room sparkled in her vision, and she couldn’t stop rolling her head back and forth against the bed. She was being loud. Too loud. Not smothering her sounds at all anymore.
“Too much,” Kirby panted and pushed the clit sucker away, but Mara didn’t let up with her fingers, and more pulses, softer ones, throbbed through Kirby, her body squeezing Mara’s fingers again and again.
Kirby felt uncomfortably thrown.
She sat up and glared at Mara. Mara glared back before a smile started to slip over her sinful lips.
Kirby grabbed Mara’s wrist and licked her taste off Mara’s fingertips. Then she manhandled Mara onto her back and bit the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, so youaregoing to return the favor after all?” Mara said, and she had every right to sound smug, but it still pissed Kirby off.
She wrapped her arm over Mara’s hip and pinned her down with a hand on her stomach. And then she tasted her. For the first time.
Kirby had fooled around with her fair share of people. She knew that sometimes bodies just spoke to each other. A magnetic thing. Maybe a pheromone thing.
But no one had ever tasted as amazing as Mara. No one had ever smelled so good. Or felt as incredible.
Every once in a while Kirby pulled out the bells and whistles. The handcuffs. The vibrators. The strap-ons. She liked that shit. She liked bells and whistles.
But sometimes, nothing was better than good, old-fashioned head.
Mara moved against her mouth, her body chasing and pushing for everything all at once. Kirby lightly pinched her hip and lifted her mouth away.
“Calm down.”
Mara had an arm thrown over her eyes. “How the heck am I supposed to calm down when you’re going down on me? Jesus, don’t be ridiculous.”
“Stop pushing. Relax.”
Mara pulled her arm off her face and sat up on her elbows, her abs rippling in a way that made Kirby want to lick her everywhere.
Mara clearly had something to say about those instructions, but Kirby didn’t let her. She sucked on Mara’s clit again and watched as Mara’s head slammed back like she’d been punched.
