“No. If you either go down on me or use your fingers, I’ll be better than good. Honestly just put your tits in my face and I will be fine.”
Chapter 39
Breaking the Wall
BETTY
“You good still?” I asked, grinding slowly against Mary.
“So good, Betty. So fucking good,” she gasped.
I bit my lip, so self-satisfied. She was just so gorgeous and completely beyond help. Overcome, she gripped the sheets with one hand and her breast with the other. Each roll of my hips pleased her more. But it wasn’t just for Mary. I was rolling in my own pleasure, too.
“This is… the… best… view,” Mary gasped.
“For us both,” I laughed. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Does it?”
“Uh… oh, fuck!” I knew I was about to come.
And fuck I wanted to.
Mary felt it, too, clamping her hands on my hips as I came. How she read me so well I’d never know. We didn’ttalkabout these things. We didn’t have to.
“You weren’t lying,” Mary panted. “Oh...”
She descended into an unintelligible mixture of Swedish and English and came apart at the seams, digging her nails intomy ass. Her legs parted and twitched, then fell beside me again like jelly. I leaned down, my lips meeting hers. We kissed for a minute, just hanging there in this loved-up feeling. I pulled back, appreciating the flushed look on Mary’s face as she came down.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” Mary’s face lit up.
“From behind?” I asked. “Really?”
“Just trust me.”
I had nothing but trust, so we reassembled, finding the rhythm easier from this position
“Is this good?”
“Yes,” Mary gasped. “This… it hits my G-spot.”
I picked up speed slowly, gripping her hips. Mary had thebestass. I could have done this all day. It was also nice to admire her tattoo from this angle. The gentle slope of her hips and how easily my hand fit right there made for the most perfect feeling of symmetry and balance.
“You’re… such a goddess… for this,” Mary said breathlessly. “Yes! More!”
I demanded more, knowing it would only wind her up.
I pressed Mary’s head into the pillow. “Behave, Mary!”
She moaned desperately into the pillow as I wrapped my right hand around until it found Mary’s clit that dripped with anticipation of another orgasm. She buried her face into the pillow and screamed, coming hard.
“Fuck, Betty. Yes!”
Every time she screamed my name, I got a high I never had before, as if a wall broke down every time I had her.
We kicked the harness and my soaked panties to the curb as she fell back to Earth. Mary pulled me back to her, face flushed. She was so desperate to thank me, and I was riding high on getting her there.
“Ride my face,” Mary panted. “I want you to come all over me.”
