Feelings, huh?June was either telling the truth or so advanced in her seduction game that she didn’t mind dropping an F bomb around a client. Most women she cavorted with avoided it at all costs. Put as much emotional distance between themselves and her as possible.Didn’t realize I liked that word so much.
“Say the word, lovely, and I’ll spare nothing more on you.”
The way her body shivered in Miquela’s grasp almost sent her over the edge. What kind of power did June have over her again?
“Go ahead, Ms. Bolivar.” June was melting in her arms. “Do your worst. Ravage me.”
“Good thing I remember your safe word.” Miquela threw her weight back, then forward again. June toppled to her bed, ass in the air and fingers clutching the beige, glittery gauze hanging around her bed. Miquela had arrived to find her favorite woman in the same place she had occupied her first night there – shrouded in a penetrable veil, waiting for her. Only now they knew each other, and what to expect. Like what Miquela wanted, and what she could deliver.
Always money well spent.
Now there was no awkwardness between them. Even Miquela could be reserved around a new woman. She wanted to unleash the barbarian within. She wanted to show June how she could use her strength to fuel herself, to fuelherwith lust. She rarely had the chance to do so, however, unless she traveled to the same place all the time and met with the same women. Living nearby? There was plenty of time to get to know June… and she was already on her way.
Her cry as Miquela buried her strap-on in her was the most delightful sound all week.
The first assumption people made about Miquela when they learned her preferred dating methods – or lack thereof, in some cases – was that she saw other women as expendable commodities. The truth couldn’t be farther from that. The money both brought her closer to women and established much-needed boundaries on both of their parts. They both knew exactly what to expect. She respected June’s need to make a living and, in turn, Miquela respected her own physical needs. This didn’t mean it never went in the other direction. On the contrary, the women Miquela consistently went back to were the ones who seemed to genuinely enjoy being with her, or at least looked forward to her visits. She believed June when she said she wanted to be with her. She had teased her more than once about bidding to become her patron. Miquela did notmake assumptions. Whoever the other person was, they must be decent. June seemed the kind of woman who would put her foot down and choose Miquela automatically if the other person wasn’t amusing enough.
So even though she came in late, arranged for payments to be made, and already knew how much she wanted to tip June for whatever services rendered… even though the first thing she did was kiss her, grope her, tear her clothes off… even though she now pulled her hips against hers so she could thrust into her, hard, deep, over and over, listening to her cry into her bed and nearly tear the gauze off the frame… even though this all transpired, Miquela still thoughtHow can I make her feel the most pleasure possible?
It was both an altruistic thought and a completely selfish one, as most decisions tended to be. Miquela got no enjoyment from a bored woman who was going through the motions to make a buck, but she also knew that the more fun she had, the more pleasure she experienced, the moreshegot. Writhing bodies. Cries so desperate, so beautiful that Miquela responded with more power in her hips. Her skin was covered in sweat and the result of their carnal union. June’s hair tangling in her hands and in Miquela’s. Her damn perfect body wrapped so tightly around Miquela that she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.
The deeper she sank into her in this position, the more Miquela realized they fit together almost too well. June accepted her so readily. If there was a problem, whether physical or mental, she told her and they worked it out so they could resume their fun. She was so trained in effortless communication that sometimes…
Sometimes, Miquela forgot that the woman she had seen all of three times was not her long-term girlfriend.
Adrenaline spiked her heart. Miquela channeled the energy into a well-timed spank against June’s awaiting ass, sending her halfway across the bed with the strap-on still inside her. Her knuckles were turning white from clutching the edge of the bed so hard. Her voice was going hoarse. Yet when Miquela momentarily pulled out of her, she had to stop and think whether June had come.Doesn’t matter.She eagerly slammed back into June to the tune of her singing beautiful praises. June’s hand was between her legs, stroking her clit as she moaned in the kind of pleasure that broke beds.
No oral sex. Little kissing. This was purely from Miquela’s growing need as she drove up to meet her, and whatever June did to get ready for her.Was she thinking about me all day? Or was touching herself before I arrived a practical thing to do for her business?Dangerous to think about such things in the middle of sex.
“Miquela!” June whined, her legs shaking in that strong grip. “Spank me again!”
She did, timing it to the thrust of her hips. June screamed, muffled only by the comforter beneath them.
That was it. Too damn much. Between her whimpers of pleasure and the sensation of her body attempting to drag Miquela down with her…I’m a goner. Miquela braced herself against June’s shoulders, thrusting as fast as she dared whilst announcing her intentions to make it an unforgettable moment for June.
The grunts they both emitted echoed around the large boudoir and took Miquela to that final place where all that existed was the two of them. It didn’t matter how emotionally separate they were. As of now, they were one entity.
The climax surging through Miquela was torturous relief. She desperately needed to lose it, but it also meant that all this joy, this carnal reverie, was coming to an end. For now, anyway.Soon enough, she would be ready to go again, if June would have her.
Hard to tell. She beheld June’s orgasm as it ripped through her. June’s fingers twisted in her hair as her knees slid across the bed. She instinctively tried to jerk forward, but Miquela held her, determined to make sure she never forgot who had made her feel this good.
“Oh my God, you bitch.” June was completely breathless. She was also waving at her to relent. Miquela did so, succumbing to the fatigue washing over her. But she would not flop onto the bed and go to sleep. She was a better lady than that. She would ease herself down and stroke June’s arm as she heaved heavy breaths into her bed, legs tenderly moving and fingers dipping between her legs. “I need to charge you extra for orgasms that hard.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. Just… just I should charge you more.” She tried to laugh, but still had no breath.
“I’m a big girl, you know.” Miquela folded her arms behind her head and stared at the gold detailing on her ceiling. “I only offer that for my favorite girls.”
“Stop.” June likewise rolled onto her back, one hand brushing through her tangled hair. “You’re too much, Ms. Bolivar.”
“I’d tell you to call me Miquela, but I’m getting used to the way you say that.” It wasn’t distance or formalities. It was pure affection.
“I like both your names. Although…” June let out a final sigh. Had she regained her strength? Miquela hoped so. “Does Bolivar come from Bolivia? I have been thinking way too much about this. Pretty much every time I hear your name now.”
“That is… random. Why in the world are you thinking about that?”
“Answer the question, Señora.”
