Every time she calls me that when we’re like this, I get hotter.Lara knew what she was. She knew what she had done in her life and what she wanted to continue to do. She would do it all with Kennedy – the only one allowed to call her awhoreduring sex.
“Only for you, Mistress.” With their eyes still locked, Lara directly sucked the clit she had just touched, lips firm against the slick surface.
“Thing is, Wife, I believe you when you say that. Because I trust you. Now get up. I need to remind you who I spend my time fucking.”
Lara pulled herself up. Her shirt fell, covering her breasts and stomach, and with one stern look from her spouse, she lifted the white cotton again.I’m sorry, babe. Here are my tits.Better now?Sheesh, she was sometimes too much for her own good.
And so was Kennedy, who grabbed her, pulled her close, kissed her throat as if she would suck all the blood from Lara’s body, and shoved her against the desk as she cried in surprise.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
As Lara’s nipples grazed the top of her wife’s desk and her hands braced against the hardwood, Kennedy pushed two fingers into her to make good on her prior promises.
She was maybe half ready. For Lara, that meant a quick, jarring moment of pain, then intense pleasure that nearly took her by storm.
“Oh, my God!” Lara shrieked, the friction shocking her. What shocked her more, however, was how Kennedy knew to enter her tightness without meeting too much resistance. Only a partner who had taken the time over the past decade to learn her body would know that. “Kennedy!”
The miraculous thing – all right, so not miraculous, but damn crazy – was how quickly she became wet enough to take more of this.More!Lara had a brief moment of concern that sex with her partner would be nothing but discomfort and pain. Kennedy then pulled out long enough to let her get wet… then it felt like nothing but the greatest thing Lara could do with the one she married.
“Take it, Lara.” Kennedy’s other hand gripped her wife’s shoulder, keeping her immobile while forcing her to stretch open and accept every set of knuckles coming for her core. Lara held her surprise in, forming a soundless, wordless scream as her mouth contorted into something she would never recognize. As the desk stimulated her nipples, all she could think about was her strong, passionate partner proving to her how she still desired her. “Take me and tell me what you are.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered, her entire body shaking. “I’m yours, Ms. Anderssen.”
Kennedy stilled her hand. Lara collapsed against the desk, one leg attempting to rise on it if it weren’t for Kennedy pulling it back down.
“You’re the only one I need, Wife. Did you hear that? You’re mywife.” Kennedy moved again, this time gentler, as if she weremaking tender love to her. Lara hid her face behind her hand. Everything was almost too much to bear. “That means you’re the only one I really need for the rest of my life. Do you believe me?”
It was hard to answer when she was so full, those fingers warm from her body and familiar, yet using her in ways she hadn’t felt in so long. “Yes,” she whimpered again. “I believe you. You’re the only one I really need, too.”
Kennedy pulled her fingers out, letting the cold air into her wife’s body. How did she get me that stretched so quickly…Lara didn’t have time to think. Kennedy yanked her off her desk, hauling her over to the leather sofa along the wall. When Lara landed on it, back against leather and left leg swinging over the top of the couch, she knew she wasn’t getting off it again until her wife punished and claimed her.
“You’re mine, Lara.” Her growl made Lara tremble. The buttons popping off her shirt as Kennedy quickly disrobed made her lose herself all over her thighs and the leather beneath her body. “For ten more years, for the rest of my life, I’m not making love to anyone like I make love to you. Now promise me you’ll respect my integrity from now on.”
“I will!”
“Do you want me?” Kennedy remained between Lara’s spread legs, refusing to enter her until she answered. “Tell me you want it.”
“I do!” Lara didn’t just want that. She wantedher, her wife, the one she loved and swore loved her back. “Fuck me, Kennedy!”
No matter how in charge she was in any situation, Kennedy could never resist a request like that. She slipped right into her, taking her to the third knuckle and forcing all her strength into her. Lara cried in ecstasy, in pain, in foreboding as her wife used her as she damn well pleased.
Lara didn’t care what others might say about her. She didn’t care what she looked like when she had sex. She didn’t regardthe world as a place where her worth was tied to her role as wife and mistress of a household. In these moments, however, she wanted to believe that the world didn’t exist outside of her and Kennedy, anyway. No other made her feel this way. Now she understood that no other made Kennedy feel this way.
Throwing all that trust back into her turned Lara into the person she wanted to be.
“Hell, Lara.” Kennedy grabbed her breasts, driving deep within her, searching for the spot that would send her to another realm of reality.When she does, I’ll come, and then she’ll come with me. Especially with Kennedy straddling her legs across her wife’s thigh, riding the waves of their mutual movements while still inside Lara. Kennedy once told her that she never orgasmed as hard as she did when she watched Lara climax. They weren’t perfect. There were many times one would finish climaxing before the other began. But when they could be in perfect unison? Lara never felt more in tune with her partner than in those moments. “Fuck me, you’re so damned hot.”
She was hot? Did Kennedy know whatshelooked like, with sweat running down her chest and brow? Lara grabbed her arms and closed her eyes. “Come with me, Kennedy,” she demanded, stepping out of her bounds. “I want to feel like your wife.”
She slipped a hand from Lara’s breast to her neck. “Don’t you mean my whore?”
“Same difference.”
The way Kennedy took her after that was unlike ever before.
There was pain, but it was so satisfying, because it meant Lara was alive with her partner, here and now. The pain was eclipsed by the intense pleasure rippling through her, attempting to drag Kennedy down with her into the abyss Lara carved.Kill us both and let us rest in peace. It was morbid to think about death during sex, yet Lara found it peaceful. They were going to betogether for the rest of their lives, carnally and spiritually. One day, they would lose the carnality. Was that such a bad thing?
Well, for now, Lara was more than happy to keep the carnal side of things. Especially when she began to climax, her whole body shaking in pleasure and begging to feel her partner experience the same – to reassure her that she was hers for now, for eternity.
