Amelia’s fingers fell over the edge of the bed as she stretched her torso and felt the weight of Bree’s body press on top of her. Against me. Into me. She knew lesbian sex could be as intimate as making love to someone like her husband, but she hadn’t been prepared for this tonight. This was new, uncharted territory. A woman rocking their pussies together like they had been married for ten years? Amelia could get used to this.
Even when Bree gripped into her lover’s thigh, holding on for dear life as she thrust forward with increasing speed, Amelia swore she had never been so spoiled.
Yet nothing compared to the utter delight that was feeling Bree’s body still between Amelia’s legs, a light, heavenly groan of climax serenading the room.
Wow. That wasn’t only sweat dripping down Amelia’s skin, but that was sweat beading on Bree’s forehead. Amelia saw that when she finally opened her eyes again. She also saw Bree take off her bra and toss it onto the pile on the floor. Amelia was the only one wearing any clothes now, yet somehow, Bree’s naked body was more appropriate for such a situation.
“Yup.” With laughter falling from her breathless lips, Bree untangled herself from Amelia’s legs and left her on the bed. The way she bounded onto the floor, bending over to snatch up her bag with girlish triumph, would have made Amelia laugh if it weren’t for the fatigue encroaching into her body. “Definitely time to step it up a notch.”
One of Amelia’s binds had come loose. She pulled her hand down to her face and fixed her mask before Bree turned around. When Bree looked at her again, Amelia slammed her arm back above her head. Wouldn’t want to disappoint her. “Should I keep my legs open? Or are you finally giving me a rest, ma’am?”
Yes, sassy Amelia had come to play. Bree seemed the type to reward a little sass. That smile certainly said so, although Amelia didn’t doubt she was about to get her ass smacked and her lips bruised with a heavy kiss.
The kiss certainly came. The smack to the ass? Only after Bree untied her bunny and rolled her over onto her stomach. In the end, it was more of a playful tap than a proper spank, and it left Amelia hungry for more.
Did Bree see as much on Amelia’s face? “Sorry, darling,” Bree said with a ruthless grin. “I’ll spank you when I know you better. Sometimes I don’t know when to hold back when someone’s been naughty. But I know how to make her eyes roll back in other ways.”
She pointed to the ring dangling from the ceiling above them. Amelia was still hung up on one thing, and it wasn’t the way she was about to be hung from the ceiling. “When you get to know me better? I like how that implies we’ll be seeing each other again after tonight.”
“I’m usually around.” Bree pulled the silk through the ring above them. Amelia’s hands hovered over Bree’s bare body, hardly touching her. What I would give to put my hands all over her. There was something particularly satisfying about the way a woman’s curves screamed “grab me!” Yet that could have been the orgasm talking. “I mean, if you’re around too, maybe we can meet up sometime, huh?”
“Don’t make it sound like this is over already…”
Bree tugged on the silk, testing the knot. “Hardly.” Her satisfied demeanor begged Amelia to get up and allow her wrists to become one with the silk. Again.
Amelia couldn’t say no to the feelings humbling her as her hands wrapped around Bree’s during the few seconds it took the master knot-smith to introduce Amelia to the silk hanging from the ceiling. With a kiss lingering on her lips, Amelia eased her knees onto the bed, grateful that there was enough slack to allow her to rest.
For now, anyway. Bree was quickly off the bed and rummaging through her bag. Amelia had a good idea about what was in there, but she still stifled a smile when Bree triumphantly returned with her goodies – which included a small bottle of her personal lube. Not the free stuff in the corner of the room. The good stuff. The stuff that makes you extra tingly… Amelia could have turned it down, but why? She loved tingles!
“Seem good to you, sugar?” Bree didn’t hold back. Silicone bumped against Amelia’s stomach, sliding down toward her mound and tickling her slit. Her eyes rolled back as she bit her lip and exposed the white of her throat to Bree’s eager lips. “It’s all yours. My treat.”
Bree released her willing captive and flopped back onto the bed. Amelia was powerless to touch her as Bree momentarily pleasured herself with her toy, waiting for the opportune moment to insert the smaller end. Her eyes roll back, too. She has lovely eyes. Too bad Amelia couldn’t see them now. She could, however, see how she perfectly lined up with Bree’s present, which now made its home between Amelia’s spreading legs.
“All mine, huh?” Amelia couldn’t fix her mask, although it slowly slid down her nose. Her bunny ears were also drooping to the side. She may not have looked well put together, but she hoped that the way her lingerie clung to her body and how she moved when lowering herself brought Bree plenty of enjoyment. “Don’t mind if I do.”
“Absolutely. By all means. Knock yourself out.” Bree wrapped her hands around Amelia’s hips and directed her down. Slowly, the strapless toy eased into Amelia, who was more than relaxed and comfortable enough around Bree to give herself over in new, intimate ways. “Holy shit. I wish I could take a picture right now.”
Amelia could hardly speak as she adjusted to the width inside of her. Just the slightest movement made it more comfortable – and more pleasurable. I’m already on the edge. Her fingers entwined with the silk holding her arms above her head. All of her balance was centered on her hips, which Bree refused to release as she guided the first few movements. Amelia couldn’t keep her eyes opened. Nor could she prevent her lacy mask from falling halfway down her face and the ears sliding to the side of her head.
She was a mess. A happy fucking mess.
“Commit me to memory, then.” Those were some of the last words Amelia said before succumbing to the moans swallowing her tongue. “Because I’ll be done before you grab your camera.”
It was against the rules, of course. Even if Amelia consented in private, they were still on private property, and that property declared that all photography was grounds for getting kicked out and possibly sued. Yet the thrill was there. The thought of Bree filming this moment made Amelia so hot that she jumped the gun by grinding against her partner’s thighs, every second bringing with it a punch to her sensitive core. Bree didn’t waste time before matching Amelia’s thrusts, fingers digging into her flesh and eyes devouring the sight before her. She was certainly committing this to memory. I won’t be forgotten. Whoever she was with tonight? Amelia assumed it was a wham-bam situation. Maybe it would feel good, physically, but she was after the emotional release. The A-OK that she could date again. Make love again. Get to know new people and live her own life again. Roger wasn’t part of her life anymore. He had made that clear when he cheated on her and went against the tenants of their marriage – their arrangement. What good was a woman who wanted to trust and give herself to another’s control if there was no one to accept the gifts she carried?
It was too soon to tell with Bree, who at this point was still a one-night stand. Yet Amelia heaped her with gifts. Trust. Pleasure. My body. Every ounce of control in Amelia’s body was readily surrendered to the woman who walked in with a lemon drop. The woman who caught my eye in the club. Amelia had thought nothing of Bree at first. Why would she look for a woman, although she was not opposed to loving one? Her head had been so cloudy. All she could think about was what she had before – not what was waiting for her in the next stage of her life.