I work her.
I work her at the rhythm I have set. I rock my mouth. I rock the harness against her. I press my left palm flat against her pussy where the leather sits on her between her legs, and I feel her wetness. My palm presses there. The strap presses there. My mouth works the silicone. Her hips lift at my mouth and her body lifts at my hand.
Her breath has gone short.
"Evangeline."
I do not stop.
"Evangeline. Up here."
I draw off.
I sit up. I stay on my knees between her knees with my mouth wet and my hand still flat at the front of her thigh.
"What."
"Up here."
I climb up. I straddle her thighs. The strap slides long and deep into my pussy and I moan at the feel of it. She puts her hand at my jaw. She kisses me. She kisses me with her tongue in my mouth. She kisses me wet and long. She has not kissed me on the mouth while she has been wearing this harness before. She kisses me until I am breathing into her mouth whilst riding the strap.
"Evangeline."
"Yes."
“Back down now.”
"Yes."
I obediently move off the strap and go back down. The dildo smells of sex now. It is covered in my juices.
I take it back into my mouth tasting myself. She has shifted forward a little on the bed against the headboard, and I take her in with her hand in my hair now in a different way, with her fingers spread at the back of my skull, holding me but not pressing me. I take her down all the way. I work her. I rock the strap. I press my palm against the leather against her pussy.
She is breathing quicker now. Quicker and ragged. I think she likes watching me taste myself on it. Her hand grips tightly in my hair.
She comes.
She comes at my mouth with her hand in my hair and her hips lifted off the bed against the silicone and her mouth openagainst the headboard, and the sound she makes is a sound out of her chest that goes up the wall of the cabin and is held a count there, and I keep my mouth on her through it, and I keep the press of my palm through it, and I draw off only when her hand on my skull eases.
She lies back.
I sit up between her knees.
I am breathing hard.
She is breathing hard.
The lamp is on low and the strap is wet at the silicone and her hand has fallen open on the quilt beside her hip, and she has her eyes closed, and the corner of her mouth is doing the small thing it does at the kitchen counter in the morning.
"Evangeline."
"Yes."
"Come here."
I crawl up. I lie down on her. The strap is between us and I do not care. She wraps both arms around me. She holds me to her chest. She kisses the top of my head. I put my face into the side of her neck.
"Thank you," she says.
