Those words alone could have gotten her close. When combined with the buzzing vibrator and the strap thrusting inside her, she had no chance of keeping it at bay. No interest either.
Harper wrapped her legs around Maya, pulling them closer together and clinging to her with her free arm. Harper pressed her face against her shoulder, as any attempts at stifling these moans would result inloudfailure, but when muted by Maya’s skin they were at least not at shouting levels.
“Please don’t stop.” Her nails raked over Maya’s back. “Fuck. Fuck, I-I’m… I’m going to come.”
The sheets tore as Maya dug her fingers into the mattress. She used the hold to steady herself as she rolled her hips faster. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, mingling with Harper’s now rapid moans as all of this—the vibrator, the pounding strap, the prick of teeth against her neck—shoved her over the edge.
“Yes,” Maya moaned. “Stay with it.”
Harper’s legs were twitching. Coiling tension snapped through her limbs, over and over, and she almost yanked the vibrator away.
“I can’t,” Harper whimpered. “It’s too sensitive. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can.” Maya hadn’t slowed down in the slightest. Every roll of her hips staggered Harper’s breathing into shallow gasps. “You want to. I can taste it. So until I say otherwise, you keep your hand in fucking place.”
Everything was so blurry. Her skin so sensitive. Her body so hungry, even though she felt wrecked beyondmeasure.
It felt like she couldn’t take this. But shewantedit. Even though she could barely move. Even if it killed her, she wanted this moment to last for hours.
She did as she was told. Kept her hand in place. Kept the vibrator pressed against herself, and she had to let go of Maya so she could clasp her hand over her mouth. It was her only chance of muting her cries as unrelenting stimulation shot waves of euphoria through her limbs.
“Sofuckingamazing,” Maya snarled. Each word was emphasized by the strap thrusting inside her. By a peak of pleasure added to the height of an already mountain-sized orgasm she had yet to fall from.
Ithurt. It hurt in the best fucking way. This wasn’t a gentle guide through the aftershocks. This was an agonizing continuation. One that stayed as radiating waves, lasting so much longer than the usual burst of pleasure.
She had never experienced that. Pleasure that persisted like this. That rocked through her so hard her body shook, and she had to scream against her palm at the sheer intensity of whatever the hell this was.
It was constant. Aching. Utterly overwhelming. So much so that, for a moment, Harper felt like she floated off the bed.
All the while, Maya kept fucking her with no sign of slowing down. Kept snarling at her neck. And Harper did what she was told, holding the vibrator in the same spot, even when her hand started shaking, and it felt like she was about to pass out. She kept it in place even when dizziness made her head fall back.
Maya stopped moving. Pulled out of her. The vibrator turned off and the sudden lack of stimulation made Harper collapse on the mattress.
Every muscle felt tense, even though her body was completely slack. She was shaking with every breath and her muscles refused to cooperate. She couldn’t even lift her eyelids.
Seconds went by. Maybe minutes. Some undefinable amount of time that she only realized passed because her breathing changed. Going from whimpering to gasps and then finally to deep sighs. The remnant tension faded into a pleasant buzz, transforming her thoughts into mist.
But Maya didn’t touch her. Didn’t kiss her, didn’t hold her. She was just gone.
Harper forced her eyes open, finding Maya right next to her on the bed. The harness was gone, as was most of the light. Only a few candles glinted in the corner, enveloping the room in darkness.
And Maya was staring at her. Eyes wide, lips stained red. Face tense with worry.
No. With fear.
“Are you okay?” Maya’s voice shook. Her gaze had fused on Harper’s neck. “Please say something. Please say you’re alright.”
Harper tried to speak. To assure her everything was fine. But all she could manage was a sigh.
This was just like their first time. When Maya had somehow transformed Harper’s body into air and became fearful of having done so.
Harper reached a hand towards her. The movement was slow, taking immense effort, but Maya understood. She leaned in, as though readying herself for a whispered response. But words had no use in this moment.
Harper took Maya’s face in her hands. A light hold that she followed with no hesitation, letting herself be guided down to Harper’s lips.
The kiss was light. Soft. A contrast to its dark, forbidden taste, as blood mixed with sweat. Harper hummed, the sound growing into a satisfied moan as Maya lowered herself on top of her. Her skin was cool, her body wonderfully heavy.
“I’m fine,” Harper whispered.
