“Why are you this way with me?”
“Because I want you to see all of me. That’s how this works, doesn’t it? Nia scolded me for a reason, and she was right to do it. I was naked when she did, so I kind of–”
“I’m sorry. What? You were naked? How did Nia see you–”
“I might have needed a release one night when I didn’t get any, and I’d used this special lube, so the outside wasn’t going to cut it. I have a suction cup dildo that I brought with me, and I needed somewhere to stick it.”
Carrie laughed and covered her mouth.
“I embarrassingly went to the bathroom to do that, and I was naked on my way back. I didn’t expect to be seen, but I don’t think she even looked down. So, she didn’t see much.”
“You stuck a dildo to a wall or something and got yourself off?”
Gage nodded and said, “And they were good orgasms, too. Top-notch, if you ask me.”
“Wow,” she replied. “I wish I had seen that.”
“Maybe next time,” Gage said, settling more between Carrie’s hips.
“Next time? You plan to repeat this?”
“I have a wall at home that’s in my bedroom. It works just as well as the bathroom here. And, yeah – when I’m getting off on my own, I still like it hard and fast sometimes.”
Carrie’s hands moved to Gage’s back, and she slid them under her shirt, feeling her strong back as she ran her hands over it.
“Tell me more,” she requested softly.
“Really?”
“It’s turning me on.”
“Notoff? Me fucking myself like that isn’t a turn off for you?”
Carrie shook her head.
“What do you want to know?”
“What do you like? Be honest with me. Don’t just tell me nice and slow all the time because you think that’s what I’d want. I already know that’s not true.”
“You know me so well after just a few days, huh?” Gage teased and rolled her hips down into Carrie, who spread her legs a little wider.
“No, but I know enough to know that.”
“I like to fuck,” Gage said. “Hard and deep.” She rolled her hips again. “And I like it when a woman goes down on me and sucks me so hard, I can’t see straight.”
“Jesus!” Carrie said more at the feeling of the growing wetness between her legs than Gage’s actual words.
“I like to give a woman exactly what she wants. I can come from it. Making her feel good makes me feel good.”
“You’re making me feel good right now.”
“I haven’t even started to make you feel good,” Gage replied. “And I’ve never been good at the slow and romantic stuff.”
“Making love?”
Gage nodded and said, “But I want that tonight.”
“What if I want the other stuff?”
