Page 19 of Push & Pull
Simone clasped her hand over her mouth, lest a sudden moan ripped through the wall and into the neighbor’s ear. “It’s right there!” she gasped a second later.
“Am I close?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to pound this hot pussy until I find it?”
“Yes!”
“Then hold still! Otherwise, you’re gonna get my pinky in your ass, and I don’t think we know each other well enough for that yet!”
Honestly, Simone didn’t care. When she got like this, she wanted her stranger of the moment to completely own every part of her. She had done things with people she barely knew that she would never mention in front of her mother.That goes for my stepmother, too.If there was anyone who could hear this tale and not betray a single emotion, it was Simone’s stepmother.
Great. She was thinking about that womannow.
“Keep talking to me,” Simone begged, hoping dirty talk would keep the intrusive thoughts out of her head. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
That required Petra coming up for air. The woman had been busy attempting to bury her face beneath Simone’s shirt. “You gonna keep going after I make you come in another minute?”
“Yes…”
“You promise? Don’t get my hopes up.”
Simone couldn’t contain the next moan that hit her like a bag of bricks. She was so close to coming that she didn’t need Petra to touch her G-spot.Although I wouldn’t be opposed…
“I fucking promise.”
“Good. Because as soon as I get you off, you’re putting your head between my legs. You understand?”
“Yes!”
“You really like that word. Don’t you?”
Simone refused to say it. Not when it was expected of her. “I can’t wait,” she said.
“You can’t wait to, what? Eat my pussy?”
“God, yes.”
Whether she knew it yet or not, Petra’s fingers brushed against greatness. Deep, eager greatness. “I can’t wait, either,” Petra said, her arm working double-time between Simone’s bent legs. “A slut like you? Bet you’re a goddamn pro.”
Simone knew she had about one phrase left in her. Before she completely lost her mind, anyway. “I will be for you.”
That wasn’t what she planned to say. God only knew what shethoughtabout saying before her mouth betrayed the innermost desires compounding in her heart.You always say what you mean when in the heat of the moment.Hadn’t she meant it, too? This was what Simone was like. If someone was giving it to her the way she liked, it was only natural to reciprocate. She would do it even if she were too exhausted to continue. The need to have her sexuality recognized was too strong. She didn’t care if she looked like a half-faded wraith between Petra’s legs when this was all over. Simone would be damned if she couldn’t give back.
By the way this oncoming orgasm was about to go, shewouldbe a half-faded wraith.
Petra got her wish. As the back of Simone’s head buried into her pillow, her loud, unfettered moan echoed in the room.Nice and feminine, for you.Simone had never been a delicate climaxer. Nor could she hide her girlish heart once in bed, no matter how she styled her hair or wore clothes that made people ask her gender. When she had sex with someone as good as Petra, she was nothing but the submissive princess who begged for attention and cried to finally have it.
Before she could get too loud, though, Petra covered Simone’s mouth with her own. Having that tongue in the back of her throat only made Simone moan louder.
I really am a slut.That’s what her moment of clarity at the peak of her orgasm told her. It didn’t come with guilt or pride. It simply was. Neutral.
A statement of fact that she couldn’t argue against.
“Holy Jesus.” Petra was still inside of Simone as they both came down from the ceiling, Simone melting into the bed while Petra braced herself against her elbow. “You’re like a ticking timebomb. You’re fucking wild.”
Simone could hardly regather her bearings as she pulled Petra down by the collar of her shirt and gently kissed her. Slowly, Petra’s fingers pulled out of Simone and grabbed her thigh, keeping her legs apart while slipping between them.
