“That’s whatyouwant, right? Not what you think I–”
“India fuck me now, and then fuck me again,” Maisie said. “Suck on my nipple.”
Maisie grasped her own breast with one hand and the back of India’s head with the other, bringing India’s mouth down.
India felt her pussy grow wetter and needier again as she sucked hard on Maisie’s nipple, rolling her tongue around and searching for deeper inside Maisie with every thrust.
“Faster,” Maisie said.
India smirked against her nipple, bit down gently on it, and thrust faster.
“Fuck! Yes!” Maisie yelled into the room as she came on her fingers, but India didn’t stop until Maisie tapped the back of her neck, asking her to.
Then, instantly, India took that cue and stalled her fingers before she lifted her head to check on Maisie, hoping she hadn’t taken it too far.
“God, that was amazing,” Maisie said. “How longarethose fingers of yours?”
India pulled out of her slowly and held them up for her to see.
“You should’ve played the piano,” Maisie joked as she tried to catch her breath.
“Idoplay the piano. There’s one in my living room.”
Maisie laughed and said, “Of course, you play the piano. I should’ve known that wasn’t just decorative.”
“Pianos are meant to be played,” India argued.
“Yes, they are. Will you play for me later? And I have a feeling that if I watch you do that, I’ll get turned on again, soyou should prepare to deliver.”
“I’ll deliveronthe piano, if you want,” India replied.
Then, she sucked her own fingers into her mouth, tasting Maisie for the first time, and closed her eyes, reveling in it.
“You’re turning me on again right now,” Maisie said.
“Let me take care of you againright now,” India offered. “Are you sure you want me behind you? I could be between your legs.”
She ran her wet fingers between Maisie’s breasts.
“I have the best idea,” Maisie replied. “What if you take me from behind first, and when you’re done, you just slide between my legs, and I sit on your face?”
India nodded rapidly this time and stated, “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
Maisie laughed and said, “Do you want to move so that I can roll over?”
India was absolutely certain now; no more time needed to think it over or wait for them to be together longer: Maisie Lincoln was her actual dream woman brought to life.
When Maisie rolled over, baring her ass to India, India gave it a playful slap and then kissed it to make it better. Maisie laughed a little and spread her legs, revealing everything to her. India wondered if this was Maisie’s way of being completely vulnerable to her. She wanted to ask if she had done this with other women, or if she’d done it regularly, but now was the time to focus, so she’d ask later. Instead, she reached for Maisie’s hips, brought her back against her own body, loving how good Maisie felt there, and reached around to rub Maisie’s clit a little, causing Maisie to gasp before she began stroking her, not going inside.
“Oh, shit,” Maisie said, bucking forward.
India brought her other hand to Maisie’s entrance and watched her fingers disappear inside her as she continued to stroke Maisie’s clit.
“God, that’s…”
“Slow,” India said, reasserting a little control.
“Y-e-s…” Maisie agreed, lengthening the word as she moved back and forth slowly against India’s fingers.
