Page 42 of Obedience

Greta heard her own playful tone and she had felt the shift in her demeanour when their lips had pressed together. This was who she’d become in a matter of minutes, by relenting, by finally allowing herself a life-changing breath. Now worlds apart from Margot and on the brink of real happiness, she looked at Dylan, whose soft gaze met hers. Her chest swelled with the sheer possibility of what they could have. If only she could allow herself more.

With her hands now on the elasticated waistband of Dylan’s boxers, she began gently urging them down. Gaze locked on Greta’s, Dylan lifted her hips; a wide smile spread over her face when Greta pulled them free and tossed them across the bed. Eyes wide, Greta hesitated as she took in Dylan, who had settled her hips back onto the bed with her legs parted—offering herself. Greta slid her hands up, her thumbs dragging over the firm skin of her thighs. As the muscles tensed beneath her palms, Greta looked up to find Dylan watching her intently.

‘Dylan, you are just incred—’

‘I’ve been trying to get you out of my mind in the gym,’ Dylan interrupted, a flush creeping over her cheeks as she nodded down toward her muscular thighs, which Greta had to admit were looking even more impressive than usual. ‘They’ll go back to normal soon, now that I don’t have to.’

Greta said nothing. She heard the words and let them be. She left them hanging in the space between them, reshaping everything. She was eager to absorb each one, to allow them in and let them fill her. She so desperately didn’t want to push back against them, or tell Dylan she was wrong, ill-informed, or presumptive. She just let them be.

As Dylan moved up the bed, Greta followed. In between Dylan’s parted thighs she leaned forward, pressing the weight of her hips into Dylan’s. A moan tore from her throat as the contact hammered through her aching clit, making the walls of her vagina desperately throb and clench. Greta urged herself closer as Dylan arched up to meet her.

‘Kiss me,’ Dylan demanded softly as Greta slowly ground into her.

Greta leaned down to meet Dylan’s lips, kissing her tenderly while Dylan’s hands rose to cup her face. She swallowed Dylan’s moans as they spilled into her mouth, the sound sending a thrill of pure possessiveness straight to her core. She pushed hard and slow, the combined slickness of their arousal making every movement electrifyingly smooth as Greta lost herself in the heat and weight of their connection. Dizzy with the scent and taste of her, Greta broke the kiss and shifted lower, tracing a hungry, lingering path down Dylan’s chest and belly.

‘No,’ Dylan breathed. She gently urged Greta to straddle her pelvis. ‘I want you like this. I want you to come inside me.’

Pulling one leg over Dylan, Greta turned slightly to deepen their contact. Pressing her chest against Dylan’s thigh, Greta began to slowly roll her hips, watching in awe as Dylan’s mouth slid open as she forced her head into the pillow. Dylan’s strong hands moved instinctively to Greta’s waist, pulling her down, anchoring her. The feeling of her own soaked labia sliding fully over Dylan’s clit—a sensation she had never before experienced—sent a powerful shockwave straight through Greta, forcing her head to fall back.

She could feel the rigid tension in Dylan’s body and hear the ragged gasps heaving from her chest, as if Dylan was already teetering on the precipice. For a few moments Dylan stayed perfectly still beneath her, she didn’t rock back, she simply watched Greta with heavy lidded eyes. Greta felt the weight of Dylan’s gaze raking over every curve of her body—tracing the undulation of her hips, to the movement of her breasts, while the sounds of their combined wetness and heavy breaths filled the air.

Although Greta’s moans sounded entirely different to the ones she used to make as Margot, it was clear her climax was close to consuming her. In that moment, the sounds were coming from her core. They weren’t stifled and held behind a wall of control, they were coming from a brand new place she hadn't known existed. She didn't just want a hard and fast orgasm after an hour of bossing Remi around; she wanted to make love to Dylan.

‘Can you come like this?’ Greta whispered, gently placing a kiss on Dylan's thigh.

‘Mmhmm,’ Dylan managed quickly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting it.

With that, Greta pressed her chest into Dylan’s thigh and pushed herself down hard. Her head falling forward as she slid across Dylan, swinging back and forth. Moans of pleasure burst from their chests as Dylan’s movements now matched Greta’s. Her strong hands moved Greta over her, pushing her hips up into the pressure and smooth glide of their pressing clits. Feeling safe in her grip, Greta let go of Dylan, raising her arms to bury her hands into her own hair. With her fingers threaded in her loose waves, breasts thrust forward, the sight of her dragged a groan from deep inside Dylan’s chest. Dylan’s brows furrowed, her fingers pushed into Greta’s flesh. Her hand movements now rough and more urgent, pushing Greta back and forth, making their contact deeper and harder as their orgasms built.

‘Make me come on your clit,’ Dylan growled. Greta swore and groaned and bucked. Grinding fast and hard, cresting Dylan’s climax. ‘Fuck! Greta… I’m gonna come.’

Dylan softly repeated Greta’s name, pushing into her with one slow, hard grind, before holding herself still as she came.

‘Oh God fuck Dylan, I’m coming…I’m—’ Greta moaned over the sound of Dylan’s orgasm. Greta’s movements on top were almost imperceptible, yet so powerful they forced her body forward as she broke. Dylan’s filthy words of encouragement dragged her the rest of the way as Greta free-fell into her own release. ‘Fuuucking hell!’ Greta rasped, a surge of hot, wet arousal spilling from her.

‘Oh my fucking God,’ Dylan breathed, as Greta collapsed panting against the thigh of the woman who had consumed her waking thoughts and dreams for months.

Pulling herself up, Dylan quickly moved Greta to straddle her pelvis before rolling them both over. It was a sudden, unbidden move that Margot would never have permitted but took Greta’s breath away. A gasp burst from Greta as Dylan guided her arms above her head, pinning her wrists easily with one hand. Before she could catch her breath, Dylan's other hand slid beneath her thigh, hooking an arm under her knee to pull her completely open. As Dylan settled heavily in between her thighs, their eyes locked, tight and unbreakable, just before Dylan began to grind into her, hard and fast.

‘Let me touch you,’ Greta whispered.

With her arms now free, Greta dragged her palms down the warm muscles of Dylan’s back, burying her fingers into the extraordinary, firm curve of her arse. The feel of her damp, firm skin and the powerful muscles tensing violently underneath made Greta’s eyes roll back in sheer pleasure as Dylan thrust herself against her.

‘Look at me,’ Greta whispered against Dylan’s open mouth. ‘I need to see your eyes when you come.’

Dylan dropped her head, pressing her forehead to Greta’s. ‘Can you…?’ she began, but the sentence fractured as her second orgasm quickly built.

The increasing force of Dylan’s thrusts pushed and pulled at Greta in a rhythmic motion that narrowed the entire world to that moment. The softness of Greta’s tone and her words of encouragement were like a match to touch paper. As Dylan’s body tensed, Greta fought to hold her gaze.

‘Fucking hell, Greta…’ Dylan all but shouted, her head dropping for a split second, before Greta’s gentle command pulled her back.

‘Look at me, Dylan.’

Dylan locked onto Greta’s eyes, her pupils dilated as her hand flew to Greta’s waist to anchor herself as she came again. Holding herself open, Greta took the full weight of the movement, as the searing kiss she pressed to Dylan’s lips muffled her whimpers and cries.

Panting, Dylan collapsed against Greta, her full weight settling heavily on top of her. With Dylan’s arms framing her face, they kissed through their lingering post-orgasmic euphoria, desperate to make up for lost time. It was a sensual, slow melting of mouths, their breaths tangling together as their tongues danced lightly and Greta swallowed every noise Dylan made. Greta nipped at Dylan’s lower lip, opening her eyes just in time to see Dylan’s widen and then flutter shut at the sharp, sweet graze of teeth on her flesh.

Once recovered from the intensity of their orgasms, Dylan moved to her side to face Greta, who mirrored the movement. Reaching out, Dylan gently tucked the stray locks of hair away from Greta’s face, smoothing them behind her ear and over her shoulder.