Page 48 of Obedience

As Dylan dropped back onto the bed, Greta gathered her arousal on the tips of her fingers before moving over her. Two soaked fingers slipped into their kiss as their mouths met, making Dylan’s eyes roll. Pressing her lips to Greta’s fingers, their tongues twisted together, both of them tasting her before Greta drew her fingers into her own mouth to suck them clean. The moan that tore from Dylan’s throat came from somewhere deeply carnal, both hands balled into fists, twisting the sheet.

Sliding her hand under the pillow, Greta made her way back down Dylan’s body, placing kisses over her, licking and biting her firm skin, while dragging the dildo and lube firmly clasped in her hand. Dylan looked down the length of her body as Greta dipped lower, dragging her nipple over Dylan’s slick labia, feeling her clit pulse briefly against the dark flesh. Pushing into Dylan, she moved with an agonisingly light pressure that smeared Dylan’s wetness over her breast.

‘Holy fuck,’ Dylan breathed, the words breaking as she threw an arm over her eyes, as if almost unable to handle the sheer strength of the desire thrumming in her veins.

Kneeling between Dylan’s legs, Greta moved the short end of the dildo through her wetness, coating the silicone before gently teasing her. She swirled it over her, dipping just inside to test her resistance. Bitten-back whimpers slipped from Dylan’s mouth as her pelvis thrust upwards, urging Greta to push deeper. Unable to tear her eyes from the insistent movement of her own hips, Dylan’s arm fell back to the bed. Greta watched every flicker of her expression as she slowly pushed the dildo inside, leaving the main shaft protruding for her.

Dylan watched, breathless, as Greta squeezed lube onto her palm and ran her hand down the length of the dildo. Reaching down between her own thighs, Greta mixed the slick synthetic with her own wetness before unceremoniously wiping her hand on the bed sheet. When she climbed back up Dylan’s body to straddle her belly, there was a heavy-lidded look of want in Dylan’s eyes that Greta had never seen before. It was a look she wanted to chase again and again.

They kissed, the anticipation of the next few seconds sizzling between them. Dylan’s eyes remained fixed on Greta’s face as her hands came up to Greta’s waist, guiding her back. Slowly, steadily, Greta began to lower herself onto the dildo, pushing it further into Dylan. Pausing to acclimate, she gripped Dylan’s forearms, moving and stretching for her while she was still only inches inside. Then, in one fluid, determined motion, Greta pushed herself the rest of the way down, taking the full length of the dildo. She rose slightly for a moment before slowly dropping back down onto Dylan’s pelvis. Greta’s head dropped forward, her mouth sliding open with a sharp gasp at the sudden, exquisite fullness.

‘Fuuuck,’ Dylan moaned, her head pushing into the pillow as their connection was complete.

With her hands braced against the firm heat of Dylan’s belly, Greta began to move. Rocking back and forth, rolling her hips, stretching and pushing from side to side, desperate to draw even more of Dylan into her, though she was already totally filled. Their moans were stifled, clenched tight behind teeth, but the sound was deep and guttural, vibrating through their chests and bellies. Leaning back, Greta let Dylan’s hands take her weight at her waist. She began to swing her hips in a slow, hypnotic arc, as Dylan let out a sharp, broken whimper, her head falling to the side as her eyes rolled shut.

As Greta’s pelvis undulated, Dylan met her, pushing her hips upward with a matched, agonisingly slow force. It was far removed from the clinically controlled orgasm Margot would have demanded after their sub/domme roles had played out. This was a steady, relentless grind, each movement wringing every possible drop of pleasure from their connection.

‘Fucking hell,’ Greta moaned, her voice breaking as a shift in Dylan’s hips angled the dildo perfectly, driving the pressure against her G-spot.

Dylan’s firm hands were back on her waist, controlling the speed and force. ‘Take your hair down,’ she commanded softly.

Greta reached up, her fingers confidently pulling her hair free. Shaking it loose, it tumbled over her shoulders in dark, messy waves. With her fingers buried deep in the roots, she loosened the strands before beginning to swing her hips again in their slow rhythm. Every last line, muscle and curve of their bodies were bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamps. Dylan’s breath hitched as she watched her, completely transfixed, her steady gaze tracking every movement, as Greta slowly rocked back and forth, her shapely hips and the soft, beautiful swell of her belly moving in perfect time with Dylan’s own.

‘Doctor Vincent,’ Dylan whispered breathlessly through a smile. ‘You are absolutely fucking incredible.’

Clawing at Dylan’s arms, Greta pulled her upward until they were chest to chest. Dylan’s strong arms closed around her, drawing her flush against her body, as if desperate to feel every inch of her and not allow a sliver of light between them. Safe in Dylan’s grip, Greta let go. She arched her back, her hands disappearing into her hair as she watched Dylan’s pupils blow wide at the sight of her breasts jutting forward. Supported entirely by Dylan’s arms, she kept moving. Meeting every motion, Dylan thrust, burying the dildo until there was nowhere left to go, while Greta ground herself down against it with desperate, rhythmic force.

‘Fuck, that feels so fucking good,’ Greta whispered softly. ‘Can you come like this? What do you need?’

‘You are all I need,’ Dylan rasped.

Dylan leaned her mouth to Greta’s breast, cupping its weight in her hands and holding it there before licking and softly sucking the nipple covered in her own arousal. Greta arched into the teasing of Dylan’s lips, tongue, and teeth. The low, gravelly moans vibrating in Greta’s throat drew a breathless hum against her skin. She buried her hands into the dark mess of Dylan’s hair, tousling the curls before slowly winding one around her finger and letting it slip free from the soft grip of her fingertips.

‘I want you so much, Dylan.’

Pressing her forehead against Greta’s collarbone, Dylan closed her eyes as though letting the weight of the words settle into her, as if they were absorbing through her skin. Greta tipped Dylan’s chin up with two fingers, drawing her into a deep, measured kiss as she urged her back against the pillows. Remaining straddled over her, she rose slightly on her knees, giving Dylan room to move. Holding herself still, Greta felt Dylan’s hands settle against her arse cheeks, spreading them, holding her open as she fucked her hard with a rhythmic, exquisite force. The air was filled with the sounds of the slick dildo, their deep moans, and the noise of their skin meeting.

Despite the awareness of where they were, of the quiet house around them, their stifled moans and whimpers were becoming impossible to suppress. The passion between them was too strong to be tamped down or controlled any longer. Greta’s head fell forward, as Dylan moved inside her. She leaned in, whispering words of encouragement into Dylan’s ear, her breaths landing in hot, frantic bursts. Greta met Dylan’s searching gaze, her own vision half-lidded, knowing her brow was furrowed with a pleasure that felt dangerously close to anguish. Dylan thrust upward hard, pulling Greta down by her arse, watching as a look of unadulterated ecstasy spread across Greta’s face. Sweat gathered between them, wetting the skin of Dylan’s belly where they met. Greta gave herself up to Dylan as her climax began to build; a massive, silent wave teetering on the very cusp of breaking.

‘I want you, I want you so fucking much,’ Greta whispered.

Reaching up, Dylan’s thumb brushed a stray, damp strand of hair from Greta’s face before tenderly tucking it behind her ear. With a steady gaze, her hands held Greta’s face. ‘You can have me. I can be yours, Greta. We can—’

Greta cut her off with a kiss, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, physically stopping the words. The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breaths and the soft, slicked friction of their bodies moving together.

No barked demands.

No expectations of, or desire for, obedience.

Dylan’s hands moved to Greta’s waist, pulling her flush to her body, buried so deep inside it made Greta want to sob. Deep throaty moans filled the air as they tried desperately not to cry out as Dylan squeezed Greta harder, fucking her as she raced towards the edge.

‘Hold me like that. Please—Fuck!’

‘Come all over me,’ Dylan whispered breathlessly.

With her mouth open over Dylan’s, Greta swallowed the quiet demand. She held Dylan’s jaw with her fingers as she gave in to the orgasm that felt as if it were about to change her life.

‘I’m coming. I’m coming. Fuck! Please, don’t stop, I—’ Greta’s strained voice was just above a whisper. She began trembling as her orgasm ripped through her body. Unable to cry out her release, Greta pushed her forehead onto Dylan’s, her bitten-off words and whimpers spilled from her as Dylan held her. ‘Oh my God, Dylan!’ Greta softly repeated Dylan’s name as her orgasm seemed to go on and on.