Page 114 of The Fall

“The bedroom.” Caoimhe tried to refocus her eyes. “You were supposed to show me the bedroom.”

Lusa lifted her with a squeal and deposited her brusquely into the pile of down and furs that were now hers through some absurd series of events. Caoimhe pulled Lusa down, the slick of her still on her lips.

Caoimhe propped herself up on her elbows and arched an eyebrow. “Do I need to…”

Lusa quickly shook her head, breath coming in short bursts. “No. Not yet.” She shoved Caoimhe roughly back down and straddled her neck. “I just need to keep my mouth away from you for a few moments.”

Caoimhe happily accepted this compromise and sang her muffled praises between Lusa’s legs.

Lusa gripped the headboard so hard she thought it would crack. Caoimhe spasmed beneath her and Lusa quickly dismounted. “Oh… ” Lusa lost her words, panicking.

Caoimhe laughed, moving her jaw in circles to relieve the ache. “You have very strong thighs.”

Lusa backed into the headboard, eyes, worried pits of self-doubt.

Caoimhe bridged the distance, taking her mouth. “It was hot.” Lusa relaxed into her, reassured that although she may be too much, she wasn’t too much for Caoimhe.

Skin sticking with arousal, Caoimhe drew her finger across Lusa’s lips and then her throat. “I wish I could hear you gurgle again.”

“What? Gur…” Lusa gasped mid-sentence when Caoimhe’s fingers found her clit.

“You gurgled when I used my strap. It’s too bad I don’t have it anymore.” She backed off. Small circles sliding deftly around, teasing the possibility of more.

“But I…” Lusa’s breath hitched again. She grabbed Caoimhe’s wrist and gave her a reprimanding smirk. “I have it. It got packed with the camping gear.”

Caoimhe perked up, elated, before sitting back down. “I don’t have my subdermal magclamps anymore. I can’t use it.”

“Okay, this is going to sound weird,” Lusa started. “But Sparx found it when they brought everyone in. He printed you a harness when he found out you wouldn’t be able to use cyberware anymore.”

Caoimhe looked appalled. “Your fami…”

“I know,” Lusa interrupted. “He’s not actually a creep, he’s just very sex-positive.”

“Grand, but can we please stop going on about your uncle?”

“Yes.” Lusa seemed just as relieved as her to move on. She kissed Caoimhe again.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want the harness, yeah?”

Lusa stopped, taking a moment to register the change in gears before scrambling to the bedside table. “I hope you know how these work, because I don’t.”

Caoimhe winked salaciously. “I didn’t always have subdermal magclamps, yeah?”

Lusa couldn’t help but drool, watching her wriggle into the harness. “I don’t know how, but that is ridiculous and sexy at the same time.”

The toy made sad beeps as it searched for a host to connect to. “I’ve never used it without implants before. I hope it works.” Caoimhe muttered, fitting it into the O-ring.

“If it doesn’t, you’re going to have to learn how to fuck properly, I guess,” Lusa said.

“When did you get so backchatty?” Caoimhe grabbed Lusa by the hair, exposing her throat. She traced a line with the tip of her tongue from hollow to chin.

Lusa melted into the touch. The exhilaration of this woman nearly twice her size letting Caoimhe possess her! She knew Lusa would die if anyone else found out. She made a mental note to threaten Mackenzie more.

She slathered far too much lube on the toy, dripping on the furs. She had no idea how difficult they were to clean, but Lusa didn’t say anything.

Another kiss, deeper and hungrier while she notched the head of the toy against Lusa’s entrance. She drew circles, ringing just inside, matching the motion of her tongue until Lusa relaxed, circles growing larger.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll bite you,” Lusa said between Caoimhe’s teeth.