"Time for another surprise then." She walked over to her suitcase and reached into it, looking for Amy's reaction as this time she pulled out the strap-on and harness that they'd bought together in LA, the larger of the two... Luisa knew that Amy preferred it and, after a couple of weeks of experimentation,Luisa had realised that she did too. There was something about a fake cock that was just a little larger than any man you'd ever been with, one controlled by another woman who knew to be careful and gentle with it, that Luisa simply found better.
Slipping the harness on under Amy's watchful eye, Luisa put it in place. On the inside of the harness was the bullet vibrator and Luisa switched it on, keen to get her own pleasure from this too, not that what she was doing to Amy was anything other than entirely pleasurable in the first place.
Once it was on she stood there for a few moments, enjoying the look that Amy was giving her and the pleasant sensation from the vibrator, then she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Amy's legs.
"Would you like me to use this?" Luisa asked sweetly, pretending that Amy really had any choice at that point.
"Please..." Amy whispered. "Please do."
Luisa grinned and lay down, using her hand to guide the strap-on to Amy's entrance, already soaking wet and ready for anything, and then slowly slid it in, inch by inch, watching Amy's reaction. She saw Amy flinch slightly at one point, saw her hands clutch at the bed and her body strain, and watched as she muttered, "Oh fuck... oh fuck... sweet Jesus... oh fuck" as she filled her until Luisa was completely inside her.
She smiled down at Amy, who looked back up at Luisa with an expression of intense concentration, and they kissed, slowly, sensually, and then ever so slowly Luisa slid her hips back, pulling most of the way out, and then slowly back in to Amy, drawing a low, shuddering moan.
Luisa soon settled into a rhythm, one of slow, full thrusts, and Amy was making all sorts of noises in response, noises that she'd never heard Amy make before, and Luisa could see everything tensing. Amy's legs were wrapped around Luisa, her heels almost pulling Luisa into her with each thrust and then finally, magically, Amy came... and came, and came, and came. The effect of the teasing and the orgasm denial had compounded, and her orgasm seemed to Luisa to crest slowly, but then keep on building and building, never ending, and Amy cried out, tried to keep quiet but unable to, and she cried out again and yet again. Her whole body was tensing and untensing, her arms straining against their binds.
The sheer eroticism of seeing Amy come so utterly undone like that, so overwhelmingly consumed by wave after wave of pleasure, pushed Luisa over the edge herself, at least that combined with the bullet vibrator, and when she came she kept thrusting even as she shuddered, kissing Amy, their lips meeting, then parting with another wave, then meeting again messily, sloppily.
When, finally, Amy's orgasm passed she lay there stunned under Luisa, and Luisa stayed still herself, the strap-on still inside Amy, neither of them moving except for Luisa planting little kisses all over Amy's cheeks and neck.
At some point, Amy started to kiss her back, and that was when Luisa slid out and, kneeling next to Amy, grinned. Amy smiled back, an exhausted smile, and Luisa said, "Was that what you meant?"
Amy started laughing. "Nobody." She paused to catch her breath. "I mean nobody has ever, ever made me feel like that." She paused again. "Ever. Oh my God." She seemed tobe searching for words. "That was... I think I might have seen angels it was so good."
Luisa started to untie her wrists, and when she'd done that she lay down next to Amy who wrapped her arms around Luisa.
They shared a slow, lazy kiss, and then Amy said, "Thank you. I needed that."
"Any time," Luisa replied, smiling again.
"No, but I mean it. I really did." Amy paused. "Today was so difficult."
"James?" Luisa whispered, thrilled that Amy was opening up just a little.
"Yes..." Amy replied quietly. "And... all I could think, all I wanted, to make my world right was you, to have you give me all of your attention like you just did." She paused. "I mean, five cocktails earlier helped, don't get me wrong." They both grinned when she said that. "But I needed that, more than I've ever needed anything."
"Seriously, any time," replied Luisa.
Amy laughed quietly. "You've set the bar very high for when it's your turn sometime soon..."
***
A few minutes later, Luisa was lying in bed while Amy fetched them some water from the kitchen… much needed water, Luisa reckoned, given the amount they’d all drunk. The final callsheet for the Amalfi photoshoot had come through and she was scanning through it on her phone, looking as usual for anyone she’d worked with before and anyone she’d wanted to work with in the past but hadn’t yet, when she stopped and her breath caught.
One name.
Arabella Greenwood.
Bel.
"Everything ok?" Amy asked, walking in and noticing Luisa's expression.
Luisa hesitated just a second too long. "Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just some last minute changes to the shoot schedule."
Amy nodded. “You mind if I use the bathroom first?”
“All yours.”
As she heard Amy busying herself in the bathroom, humming something as she removed her makeup, Luisa sat staring at the name on her screen. Bel. She'd last seen her in Miami not long before she first met Amy, and hadn't expected to see her again so soon. But… it made sense. She lived in London, she worked in Europe as much as America, still not likely but far from impossible. It was a surprise, though. She hadn't prepared for this. Hadn't even considered the possibility.
