“No, I think it’s totally adorable that you find me so intriguing, Mary. I want you to want me. I crave it.”
I kissed her neck and pressed her harder into the wall. She let out a low moan and grabbed my ass. Her hips parted slightly, just begging for me to explore her with my fingers. I swirled two of my fingertips around her clit until she shuddered.
“You liked that?”
“Oh, fuck me,” Betty moaned. “I need it so bad. It’s been weeks.”
“Yeah?” I slipped my fingers inside, luxuriating in how wet I already got her. “What have you been doing in the interim?”
“Oh, fuck. I am always getting off at the thought of you eating me out. It’s the best feeling. Or me riding your face. I?—”
I cut Betty off with a kiss, then dropped to my knees.
“What are you?—”
“I’m going down on you, Betty.”
“Oh fuck. But how.”
I adjusted her hips until I had better access to her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Betty moaned.
I motioned for her to put her leg over my shoulder. She ever so gently obliged, taking advantage of the remaining dry floor in the palatial shower to keep herself upright.
“Oh my God, that is so sexy,” Betty pulled my hair. “Yes, Mary. Fuck me!”
I didn’t stop. It had been weeks since I listened to her scream my name and give over to me. It had been impossibly long since I tasted her. She was putty in my hands—free and clear for the first time. All I wanted was to spoil her. Step one was to make her see the face of God in this damn shower.
“Oh, yes! I’m gonna… oh my God! I’m coming?—”
Betty pressed my face deeper against her center, toescurling on my back. She shuddered again, squealed, and fell silent. I looked up as she stared down, nostrils flaring.
“God, I love you,” she panted. “You are… so good.”
“And you’re so greedy.”
I pinned Betty’s hands on the shower wall behind her and kissed her deeply. She didn’t shy away from her own taste or the way I demanded her obedience. She lived for it. I played with her nipples as I pressed myself against her hip, rubbing my own swollen clit against her. It felt so satisfying knowing how happy I made her. And it would take almost nothing to get me off. The sight of her in the shower was enough.
“I want to… make you come,” Betty whispered. “Hard. I want to feel you come.”
I dropped one of her hands, keeping the other pinned above her head, and tilted my pelvis so she could access my desperate clit. Betty slipped one finger, then two inside, her hand slowly rubbing against my clit with each thrust of her hand.
“More?” Her eyes bored into mine.
“Yes.”
A third finger entered, filling me fuller and stroking my G-spot.
“More?”
I nodded, barely able to speak.
Betty pressed her hand into me, her thumb now acting as a counterweight. It hit my clit every time, making it harder to stand.
“God, you like it when I fill your whole cunt up, don’t you?” Betty asked.
Her dirty words got better every time. It was such a turn on that she wanted me this badly.
