Mara’s body tightened as Kirby swirled her tongue around her clit, and it hadn’t been Kirby’s plan to finish her like this, but she was adaptable.
So she let Mara fall apart on her tongue, pleasure rippling through her.
Before Mara had recovered, Kirby put her mouth at Mara’s ear.
“Trust me?”
“Yes,” Mara said, gasping for breath.
“I’m going to make you come again.”
“Umm. I don’t normally?—”
Kirby ran the tip of the dual stimulation vibrator through Mara’s folds, and Mara snapped her mouth shut.
“Yes?” Kirby asked.
“Okay.”
Mara was wet. It would be easy to slide right in. And Kirby wanted inside her. She wanted to fuck Mara. In every way possible. With her fingers. Toys. Tongue. Everything.
And she’d get her chance.
She was going to spend as long as Mara let her, as many days, or weeks, or years, chasing that dazed, overcome look in Mara’s eyes as Kirby pushed the toy inside and turned it on.
Mara was still breathing hard from her first orgasm when Kirby started fucking her.
“Harder,” Mara said, andthatwas Kirby’s needy, greedy princess.
Kirby kissed Mara and gave her what she’d asked for. Kirby sucked the soft skin of Mara’s tits between her teeth, pulled her hair, held Mara steady. And Mara tried to take control like the little control freak she was.
“Stop,” Kirby said after several minutes of Mara meeting the thrusts of the toy with her own. “Turn your brain off.”
“Bonham,” Mara gritted out, clearly aggravated.
“Oh, back to that, are we?” Kirby laughed. She licked Mara’s ear lightly, which sent a shiver through Mara’s body, “I want you to imagine the fifty-k.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” Kirby plunged the toy deep and upped the vibration, leaving it seated. Mara gasped and clutched at Kirby’s shoulders. “Imagine what it feels like to hit kilometer forty. When every muscle in your body is burning, and every inhale hurts, and it’s all mental.”
“Kirby.”
“And it’s only you. And me. And a fast course. And it comes down to who can suffer the best.”
Mara was panting by then, her eyes closed, mouth open. She was still as stone, just taking it. Kirby started fucking her hard again, and Mara submitted in the most beautiful way.
“Sometimes, when you come,” Kirby whispered, kissing along Mara’s jaw. “Mmm. You’re close, huh, princess? Sometimes when you come, you look like you do at the end of a race. Breathing hard, chest heaving, body weak, splayed out and collapsing in on yourself.”
“Fuck.” Mara fisted the sheet underneath her.
They were a mess of sweat and red marks from grasping at each other, from the battle.
Mara opened her eyes, but it was like she couldn’t see Kirby at all, staring right through her. Mara’s head rolled on the pillow, and she cried out sharply.
And then she was a quaking, fragile gift in Kirby’s arms.
Mara’s second orgasm hadn’t come easy, but Kirby loved a struggle. She wouldn’t have become a cross-country skier otherwise.
