“No, ma’am. Forgive me.”
Sette couldn’t stand to look at her after she resumed. Not because there was anything shameful about what they did, butbecause she was so radiant, so eager to please her that seeing June drawing those thighs closer to her face would send Sette into the stratosphere long before she wanted to go there. Sure, she could go a second time, but that was beside the point. She didn’t want to wait while her beautiful courtesan, her undying muse, waited to be pleasured by her body. Her mouth and fingers wouldn’t be enough. She only deserved the best lovemaking, and that included what was on her tongue right now.Straight from college.Sette thought those athletic days were behind her, but shehadbeen working on her core strength.
June’s whimpers of dedication and the erotic sounds of what she did were enough music to Sette’s ears. The heat of her breath, of her mouth, took Sette to higher places. The squeeze of the hand not pleasuring herself reminded her that her whole body was there with her. The feel of June’s hair in her hand? Indescribable. A plethora of tangles that could never be conveyed on canvas.I must commit it to my memory, because that’s all I’ll have thirty years from now.
“You’re going to come, ma’am,” June murmured. “I feel it. I know how you are now.”
That was… sweet. Even so, Sette yanked her head back, looking into that dreamy demeanor before shoving her naked body back onto the bed.
She showed June little mercy, if there was mercy to be bestowed upon her in the first place. Before she could see her for the first time, Sette had to sign a contract acknowledging June’s safe word. Back then, she hadn’t intended to fuck her. Now she was glad to have it. And, to be sure, she gave June plenty of room to cry more than her words of pleasure if that’s what she wanted to say. After all, Sette was more than rough – she had every intention of splitting June apart and making her come undone.
“Tell me the truth,” she groaned, her legs entwined with June’s as she pushed her pussy against the courtesan’s. “Do you like being fucked, June?”
Her eyes couldn’t get any bigger. Sette stared deep into her hazel gaze, wondering what she was thinking, what she was feeling… was she really that surprised? Or was that look nothing but the response of a woman who had trained herself so well that no one could penetrate her heart and mind… no matter how many times they penetrated her body?
“Yes,” she whispered, grasping Sette’s wrists with all her might. Her eyes attempted to roll back in her head as Sette slowly rubbed herself up and down June’s slit. “I’m a slut, ma’am. You really have no idea.”
Was she starting to laugh? What the fuck had Sette done? Besides try to kill the mood…I’m still fucking wet, though. June’s heat overwhelmed her. Her wetness surrounded her. Her little thrusts? Destroyed her. For fuck’s sake, you fucking imbecile, don’t develop feelings for this woman. You heard what she said.“Give me a taste of what you mean.” Rarely did Sette’s voice get this low, this demanding. Was this who she really was? Was it June who brought it out in her? What was she trying to prove? Was she trying to prove it to her… or to herself?
“I love it, ma’am.” June ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she squirmed beneath Sette. “I love your pussy. Right now, I can feel it so good that I think I might lose my fucking mind. Please, for the love of God, finish me off!”
“You want to beg? Fine. Beg.” Sette held her down by the shoulders, watching her breasts shake from the sudden movements. “Don’t hold back. Tell me what you want. If I think you’re worthy, I will give it to you, a thousand times over.”
She expected June to unleash that coy smile of hers. Instead, she closed her eyes, mouth dropping open as she relaxed against the bed. “Please. I’m so close, Sette. You’re killing me."
“Do you want me to completely consume you, June?”
“Yes! Please!”
She actually sounded earnest. Was it possible? Was this not an act? Or was Sette losing every ounce of reason her logical brain had been so proud to have?
“Don’t hold back how you feel. I’m not going to spare you.”
She was true to her word. From the moment Sette thrust against her again, she was relentless.
June cried out and writhed beneath her, body completely at her mercy, not that it would get any. Her legs jerked in the air around Sette’s hips and waist. Her body opened up to her, drawing her closer, closer, until they were absolutely one person and nothing more. It was so mind-altering that even a doctor like Sette had to admit this woman was more dangerous than a common street drug. She was otherworldly.
And for now, she washers.
June came, screaming, grabbing Sette’s hair, digging into her shoulders, her back, her chest. “Yes!” she cried, again and again. “Fuck, you’re amazing!”
She thoughtSettewas amazing? Had she seen herself lately?
While Sette enjoyed the moment, her brain did not completely check out. Wheels continued to turn in the back of her mind. She imagined her darling woman, with her strawberry blond hair and hurricane hazel eyes, servicing anotherwoman. An inferior woman. She imagined her with that other bidder, whoever she was, licking her pussy, clawing her skin, writhing on the other end of her orgasm. She said so herself. She was a woman who enjoyed sex with as many people as possible. Sette couldn’t delude herself forever. June screamed her name now, but tomorrow, she would be screaming some other woman’s name.
Unacceptable.
She wasn’t proud of it, but heaven knew that even upon reflection later, Sette would think this hot as hell. She wouldtouch herself to the image of her later riding June’s face and leaving her orgasm all over those luscious lips. It didn’t matter that June would wash it off later. Sette would know. Those other clients would know. Sette was not a woman to be trifled with.
Breathless and drained, June’s chest heaved up and down as she rubbed her brow with lazy fingers. “My fuck,” she mumbled, legs remaining open even after Sette pulled back. “That was amazing.”
“I know.” Sette kept her eyes on June’s moon-white skin and toying with the fine hairs on her mound. “You look good with me on top of you.”
June tried to laugh, but didn’t have the energy. All she could do was run her finger along her wet slit and draw a long, lingering line through Sette’s impression.
“You taste good,” June said. “Next time, come on my mouth. Then paint me with it on my face.”
Sette needed a cigarette and a hard drink.
