Miquela saw it. She let go of Sette’s hips and held her hands out, palms up.Her little bridge of trust.Sette took them. Their fingers laced together in a tight but pleasant grip. It wasn’t about control anymore. It was about balance. Two bodies moving as one for an ultimate goal.
Sette’s hips churned in a powerful, rolling motion. She was no longer thinking. She was nothing but a creature of flesh and need, fucking under a single, low light. The world shrank to this bed, this body, the hard thing filling her, and the hands grounding her. She rose and fell, faster and harder, their hand-clasp the only thing keeping her from flying away. She was feral. Completely, terrifyingly free.
The pressure built until she couldn’t deny it any longer. Sette chased it. She shifted her angle, grinding her clit against the hard base of the strap-on, against Miquela’s mound beneath. Each grinding thrust was a spark against her tinderbox.
“Ah—” The sound ripped from her throat.
Her rhythm faltered. A pulse of pleasure exploded through her, radiating out to her fingers and toes. Sette’s grip onMiquela’s hands went slack. She was weightless. Drifting.Vulnerable.
And Miquela struck.
In one fluid motion, she used her grip on Sette’s hips and the strength in her own core to flip them over. Sette found herself on her back, the world spinning, her legs tangled with Miquela’s. Before she could process the shift, Miquela was over her, between her thighs, the strap-on still buried deep inside her.
Sette’s hands flew to Miquela’s shoulders out of pure instinct. But Sette didn’t stop her. She didn’t deny how good it already felt.
Miquela withdrew slowly, almost completely, before driving back in with a single, possessive thrust that stole the breath from Sette’s lungs. All the fight drained out of her, replaced by a wave of dark, thrilling pleasure. Miquela braced herself on her forearms. It didn’t take long to fuck her in earnest.
Hard. Deep. A carnal delight that had Sette bowing off the bed. Her hands slid from Miquela’s shoulders to her back, nails digging in to hold on. The surprise melted into enjoyment. She had been toppled in another woman’s bed. And it feltincredible, even if just for one night.
Miquela’s face hovered over Sette’s, her breath hot against sweaty skin. The words biting the bottom of Sette’s ear before spiraling into her brain were complete nonsense at first.
“Toma esa...” All right, so Sette could still understandtake thateven when in the throes of high-voltage passion. “Mira cómo te la meto.” A heavy kiss landed on Sette’s throat. “You want more? I’ll give you more.”
Sette gasped. She had a million things she would have said, but each of Miquela’s thrusts drove the air from Sette’s lungs. The dirty words were an incredible turn-on that made her see more than stars – Sette beheld a supernova behind her eyelids.
“Tu coño es mía.”
“The hell it is,” Sette whispered. Yet she couldn’t deny it… the way Miquela claimed her lover’s body wassexy.
But there was no time to dwell on that, for Miquela cried out right next to Sette’s ear, a sound that would have deafened her if it were not for the pillow absorbing an expletive of orgasm. Miquela’s hips slammed forward one last time as her climax claimed her. The sight of Miquela’s raw, unguarded pleasure, the feel of her body convulsing from above, sent Sette over the edge again. They came together in a tangled, sweating mess of limbs and ecstasy as Sette simultaneously attempted to free herself from the oncoming post-coital regret and embraced another woman’s body doing what it did best.
“Fuck,” Miquela muttered in Sette’s hair when they stopped moving. Sette was still wiped from the inside out, her chest heaving with breaths as she splayed her arms on either side of them and attempted to lower her legs. “That was great.”
Oh, it’s over?Sette almost said that out loud, but refrained.I hope it’s over.Not that it wasn’tfun,but her thighs were sore, and the strap-on still touching her deep inside was about to overstay its welcome.This is why I don’t really like toys.The rigidity lost its appeal once orgasm came and went. Sette wished Miquela the best of luck pulling it out without disrupting the way they both shared one last kiss that was more parting bequeath than tender expression of genuine affection.
“If there’s one thing I like,” Miquela purred as she left a trail of light kisses along Sette’s throat as the two of them slowly got more comfortable, “it’s making sure my date is well-provided for.” Sette was barely abandoned between the legs before Miquela kissed another trail down her so-called date’s stomach. “What do we have here?”
“You don’t have to—” Sette was about to sit up when she instead fell back down to the pillow, her jaw falling open as Miquela ate her out.Well, fuck, by all means.It wasn’t a pursuitof another orgasm. If anything, Sette’s eyes rolled back because of how exquisitely simple it felt instead of hot and heavy. “Good God.” Maybe Miquela had learned something from her. Or maybe she had always been this good.
“I insist,” Miquela said between ridiculously loud kisses to Sette’s pussy. “Open wide for me again.”
Sette was about to protest how poorly worded that was when Miquela’s tongue slipped inside her.I give up.She pulled a pillow over her face and muffled her sounds of contentment, pretending that it was her first time having another woman indulge in the delightful arts of oral sex with her.
As soon as her eyes were closed and the silk pillowcase was over her face, Sette saw June’s lovely, moonlit visage before her.I hope you’re happy.Sette’s hands entwined on top of the pillow as her hips undulated beneath Miquela’s mouth.She’s knocking this out of the park.And ensuring that she got the last word in, sexually speaking. There was no way Sette could gather the energy to top her one last time before transforming into a boneless waste of a woman who fell asleep in five minutes or rushed out the door to get home ASAP.
I mean, why do that if she does this all night?
So, Sette might stay the night. She might even say she enjoyed her date with Miquela. And, in the morning, when the two of them parted ways as “friends, but call me if you’re horny and lonely,” she wouldn’t feel so guilty telling June about it the next time they saw each other.
In the meantime, she’d shove her pussy inthisface one more time. With extra hair pulling.
They played it cool when they went to the marina the next morning, Sette in her dress from the night before, but Miquela now in her linen and khaki, fit for a day on the water. They were both heading the same way, after all. Zara wanted Sette to come over for lunch on thePriss & Moan,and Miquela needed to check in on her new acquisition, theSt. Jude,next door. The blushing couple had spent most of the morning going over their story, since they werenotamused at the thought of Zara knowing they had hooked up the night before.Zara would totally push me to date Miquela and forget June.Even though both Sette and Miquela agreed that while the conversation was interesting and the sex “pretty damn good,” to put it lightly, they were probably better off as friends with occasional benefits, if that.Probably just friends.Sette refined her hair and lack of makeup as Miquela pulled up to the marina and helped her out. They did not hold hands on the way down. They sure as shit did not drawanykind of attention.
“I don’t look like I stayed the night at your place, do I?” Sette asked before they headed down the ramp.
“You are ratherpreciosa.I guess in English that means dolled up.”
“Sure. Great.”
