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So she saidyes,closing her eyes and marrying her mortal body to the natural world.
The breeze was louder. The evening fauna prepared for the end of the day. Every kiss of the air to her exposed skin was another declaration that Paige Powell now belonged to the universe, and the universe shared all of her wavelengths.
Was this what it meant to be alive?
She didn’t realize that the bullet had turned off until long after she came down from her high and acknowledged that the world was moving on without her. Paige heaved a sigh of relief. She kept her eyes half-closed and her breaths heavy as Rhea slammed open the screen door and stood a few feet behind her wife.
“Good thing I gagged you,” she said. “I could still hear you in there. Can only imagine what the fine neighbors of this mountain community might think.”
Paige’s chuckle was only restrained because she was so worn out. Yet, as Rhea had promised, she reawakened to the presence of another woman’s touch. Rhea unfastened the handcuffs and held onto Paige’s arms as she steadied herself.
The plastic chain of the nipple clamps jangled when she was turned around and faced the woman who had made this all happen. Paige flung her arms around Rhea’s shoulders and removed her gag to say, “Please tell me there’s more.”
A firm hand landed on her ass. “Only if you beg.”
Paige tasted her dried lips. “Please.”
Rhea returned the embrace as they rocked together on the front porch. Paige didn’t care that her tender nipples were still pinched and pushing into Rhea’s chest. Like she didn’t mind that slightly opening her thighs meant the vibrating bullet threatened to fall from her grasp.
“You sure you can handle it?” Rhea asked. “Because I intend to use you up until I can’t possibly have another bite.”
Paige had never sounded so drunk after an orgasm when she said, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Rhea kissed her, the fresh sensation of her mouth rejuvenating everything it touched as her tongue searched for Paige’s.
She wanted to be taken to bed.
That’s where Paige was led as the sun disappeared behind trees so tall that it created the illusion that sunset came much earlier in that part of the world. The bedroom was already cast in mellow shadow when Rhea pushed her down, Paige’s sore but delighted nipples catching her fall first. Long before her hand, which reached for the pillow shortly before her wife grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. The whole bed shook as the headboard slammed against the wall.
Still wet with Paige’s bitemarks, the piece of fabric was back over her eyes. Paige almost protested how one of her senses was always diluted that day, but she actually didn’t care. If this was what her wife wanted for her, then Paige was willing to go along.
She knew it would be good.
Besides, being blind to the room meant she heard things that she might have missed before. Like the famished grunts in her wife’s throat or the harried way she removed her own clothing and tossed everything to the floor. Every new creak to the bed and jiggle to Paige’s body was another chance to live in the moment. With her mouth open, she could kiss those lips coming for hers and cry out in hearty acquiescence when her wife fucked her with a strap-on familiar enough that Paige actually found it endearing.
Although she couldn’t think about much else for long. Rhea made sure of that.
There were no thoughts. No cues. Only one woman going at the other as if she had something to prove, and it was all Paige wanted.
Because was it too much to ask to be destroyed alittle?Could Rhea find it in her heart to annihilate the noisiest parts of Paige’s brain, to make her forget who she even was for a whole day? All Paige wanted was for her body to also belong to the woman who already owned her heart.
There’s no one better for building me back up than her.
People said Paige could have had any number of women she wanted. Not only in college but now as well. She had the figure, the face, and the access to some of LA’s most desirable women. Those openly out, those in the closet, and those who never knew they wanted to be on the other side of a woman’s lust until they met Paige Powell, a chemically charged blond who had seen everything growing up in Anaheim and now ruled The 10 between Santa Monica and West Hollywood. Sowing those wild oats as an underclassman had been a statement about her sexuality. Settling down with Rhea was perfect timing.
Because she could have kept screwing around, with enough notches in her bedpost to whittle her furniture down to nothing. She could have become a legend in Los Angeles.
Except she wouldn’t have love. She wouldn’t have the deep, binding understanding of a woman who had been with her for nearly fifteen years.
There was no denying it. Their marriage had been renewed with such vigor that Paige no longer wondered if they had what it took to last.Of course they did.
The proof was right here, slamming into Paige as she screamed in triumph because her whole body, her whole free spirit, was attached to someone who wore her down in bed to nothing before allowing her to bloom again. This time, as someone she better recognized as herself.
She lived for the wild moans landing on her skin and the purposeful vacancy of the movements coming at her thighs as if Paige were a goddess to venerate at the altar of holy matrimony. What was more sacred than the rough sex that set this weekend apart from every other getaway they had ever embarked on?
Paige didn’t experience one singular climax that marked the end of her sexual resistance. Instead, she rolled with one high wave after another, swearing that this was a result of Rhea’s obsession. She didn’t need dirty words. Nor did Paige need to be told she was beautiful. All she needed to hear was the cry of surrender as Rhea finally admitted that she was too tired to continue and instead gave herself to her cataclysmic high that resulted in her thrusting into Paige’s wide-open body and staying there indefinitely.
Paige held Rhea close to her chest, her thighs relaxing for the first time since she could remember. There had been nothing before this moment. Only them.
