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Noah
“Wet them for me,” was Sage’s demand when I laid across her couch. Two of her fingers sat on my lips, and I opened my mouth, willing to take them in. My tongue swirled around her, forcing her to release a moan that sounded as desperate as I felt.
I’d come to her place to keep her company after what I assumed was a difficult day. It’d be silly of me to say I didn’t think anything would happen between us, but I didn’t think it’d be this. Some kissing, maybe cuddling, but not me stretched out naked on her couch, ready to do whatever she ordered.
Sage sounded sad over the phone. I’d spent hours after work debating whether to call her or not. I was glad I finally caved and shocked when she wanted to see me. I could live off the fire in her touch, survive off the heat of her mouth on my neck as I wet her fingers.
“That’s so pretty,” she whispered once she pulled back to watch me.
I moaned around her fingers, knowing full well it would make her need more. My pussy had been ready for her since I walked through the doors. Her apartment was so bare, with the only interesting thing in it being her. The lack of personality made me even more excited to feel her.
Sage was letting me in, showing me who she could be outside of art, and that person was lonely—afraid and far more unsure than she let on. To be privy to her fear of creating a home was a layer I’d never seen coming, and fuck, I wanted more. I wanted her kisses along with sorrows, body along with dreams. I wanted to share that pain in the voice she had over the phone, let her escape it for a moment with my mouth on her clit.
“I want to make you happy,” I murmured around her fingers.
“Mm?” She removed the hand to hear me more clearly.
“What can I do to make you forget some of the day?” I asked.
Sage smiled. “Do what you’ve been doing all this time. Give me your smile and laugh, and the cute move you do with your hips.”
“This?” I asked, a little confused at my basic shake.
“That,” she confirmed, eyes darkening at the movement. “It makes me want to bend you over so I can watch your ass.”
“All you have to do is ask.” I gave her fingers one more lick before flipping over, Sage moving so I had space to arch my back. Her groan made my pussy clench as I gripped the edge of her couch, trying not to demand her tongue this early on, when it seemed like she preferred to take her time.
“Do you mind if I touch?” she asked.
“I don’t mind,” I assured, appreciative of how she didn’t make any assumptions about what I liked and wanted. “I’d prefer it.”
Her warm hand cupped my ass, squeezing and rubbing the cheeks. I bit down on my lips, eyes closed at how the sensation of her hands so close yet still so far from my pussy made me want her to give me everything.
“How do you feel about spanking?” She parted my ass, making my pussy lips open too, wet from sweat and anticipation.
“I don’t mind it,” I said in a strained voice.
“Would you prefer I not?”
I considered it for a second. “I’ve only been spanked a couple of times. It’s not bad, but also not something I think about. If you like it, I don’t see why not.”
“I love it.” Sage rubbed calming circles on one of my ass cheeks. “But don’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t. I’ll stop when you give me the word.”
“Okay.” I nodded and pressed back into her so that I felt her crotch against my skin. She was still clothed in a sports bra and her baggy pants. I needed her to take everything off, but I could also appreciate how much attention I was getting, since I was the only one with my pussy exposed.
“Give me your best,” I dared.
“Bend a little more for me.” Sage placed a hand on my lower back. I followed her instructions and closed my eyes, readying for the smack. Instead of force against my ass, I felt two fingers slip inside me. The moan I let out was louder than I ever thought I was capable of, and my nails dug into the cushion, no doubt leaving loose threads in their wake. I moved back, trying to take her fingers deeper, only to receive the spank I’d been expecting earlier.
“Just bend,” she ordered. “No moving.”
The sting of the spank made my clit swell. What was happening to me? I moved back again to test her and myself. When the next smack came down harder, I whimpered with need.
“I like that,” I whispered, my shock wrapped around every syllable. I liked it because it was her, the woman who tried to tell me what to do and how much work I had to put in to become as good as her. I liked it because she was arrogant and bossy, and at one point, the bane of my existence. Not in a million years did I think I’d literally bend over for her. I’m sure she had a similar sentiment when she bent forward, replacing her fingers with her mouth.
Our moans were simultaneous, hers one of hot desire, mine of body-shaking pleasure. I widened my stance, trying to make it easier for her to eat me from the back. Her tongue circled between my lips, swallowing every drop I had to offer. Her fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, lavish circles like we had all the time in the world. It was going to be a long night if she kept doing that.
“Sage,” I pleaded when she pulled away. "No. Don't stop."
