Page 20 of Push & Pull
Good. Simone wasn’t ready to close her legs yet. She needed something – or someone – between them.
“You liked that, princess?” Petra was caught between trying to kiss Simone and lifting her shirt over her head. Once they took care of the shirt, it was only a matter of Petra humping her hips against Simone’s pelvis and flicking her tongue over whatever nipple offered itself up for carnal sacrifice.I can’t… how do I keep going?That would be a question for Simone to contemplate when she was older and still unable to say no to more.
Right now, all she could contemplate was the way a woman half her size could be everywhere at once.
“I can’t decide,” Petra said with a sinister sigh. “Do I want to ride your body until I come, or should I hold you to your promise?”
Simone knew what she meant.I want both.She wanted to be consumed by this madwoman whose car she had awoken in that morning. Even more, Simone wanted to prove herself as worthy of such attention. That had been her MO since she was old enough to feel sexual desire. It was something she couldn’t deny in herself, no matter how many times she tried.Sober. High as fuck. I’m the fucking same.
This was the real high, anyway.
“I’ll make you feel good, too.” Those were words Simone had heard throughout her life.“I’ll make you feel good. It will make you feel good. You’ll forget everything. All the pain will go away. You’ll never worry about another decision again. This is how it was always meant to be.”Once again, she never felt shame or guilt when under the spell of sex. She had friends who knew no idea about her predilections walk in on her when she was like this, and what could she do? Feelbad?Deny herself?
No. That was akin to cutting off a part of her own soul.
Petra’s small size made it easy to flip her onto her back. Yet when Simone climbed on top of her, hair hanging in her face and eyes only half-open, she wasn’t in the business of switching their roles. Her chin was soon against Petra’s chest, taunting her with light kisses as she struggled with those soft boxer shorts. Sure, Simone could have stuck her hand down them as Petra had done to her, but she wanted to see it all. She often saw well in the dark.
“Go ahead,” Petra urged her once the boxers were off. “Rock my fucking world.”
Simone’s nose was already in the fragrantly soft hairs that covered Petra’s mound. Her tongue danced around them until she found the source of that scent. After that? She was a goner once again.
I’ll give up my ability to breathe if it pleases her.Her. This damn stranger had no right to be driving her away from Miami. Yet, Simone really was a slave to her inner nature, she supposed. That was the only way to explain her tongue beseeching Petra’s clit to come closer.You can hide all you want. I’ll find you.That was the true point of pride. Like Petra had been determined to find Simone’s G-spot come hell or high water, Simone wasn’t taking a breath until she felt that swollen nub against the tip of her tongue. Or between her lips. Either elicited the long and languid cry that she soon heard above her head.
“Fuuuckme.” That wasn’t a command to Simone. That was a request of the ethereal world around them. Petra pulled her pillow toward her cheeks while her thighs trembled around Simone’s face. “I’ve got a goddamn princess eating my pussy tonight.” No matter how hard she pressed the pillow against her mouth to muffle her moans, Petra was incapable of staying silent. “She’s a goddamn star.”
That’s because this princess is a slut.Only the slightest bit of shame touched Simone now as she covered the entirety of Petra’s slit with her mouth. Yet no matter how much her tongue and lips moved, she couldn’t achieve her goal of forgetting everything that led her to this moment.Line them up and let them all take a turn with me.In the wrong hands, that was exactly what would happen to Simone Evans. She was pliable enough right now.Pimp me the fuck out. Highest bidder come take my pussy while I drown in this one.She’d barely feel it.
She did, however, feel those fingers in her hair.
“Oh, it’s not gonna be long.” Petra pushed her body down farther, granting Simone unprecedented access. “That’s the spot.”
Simone took that as her cue to keep doing what she did. As her nose dug into curly hairs and her fingers pressed into malleable flesh, her entire soul dedicated itself to nothing but pleasuring Petra…
Whatever her last name was. It didn’t matter.
I won’t know her after tomorrow.Maybe their paths would cross again since they both considered Hailey a close friend. If that happened, they’d probably hook up if convenient. Simone wouldn’t be against it. Especially now that she knew what to expect from a woman who cranked up the alternative rock station once they were on the freeway and sang along (loudly, Simone might add) to Nine Inch Nails.
I’ll never hear their songs again without thinking of her.Simone better make the most of it. Starting tomorrow, she was back to her boring life.
“Oh,God,girl!” Petra’s thighs slammed into Simone’s face. She took that as a challenge to keep her tongue’s perfect stride. “Who fucking taught you!”
Girls of names I barely remember.Oh, she figured out the basics of sex quickly enough, but it was the dominant women she gravitated toward who turned her into this monster. It wasn’t simply good enough to go down on someone. She needed to please.
Sheneededto be useful in bed.
For all of her bluster, Petra wasn’t any wetter or more energetic than Simone could handle when between two shaking legs.Just the right amount of both.The energy kept Simone engaged, and the wet wave of Petra’s climax was the cornerstone of the perfect memory. Yet Petra was the type to become easily overstimulated, apparently, for she soon pushed Simone’s head away and motioned for her to move her mouth –now.
“That was the best shit,” Petra said with a heavy sigh. “Hell. I’m gonna fall asleep.”
Simone pulled herself up to her pillow and collapsed against it. Petra’s hand slammed against her thigh. Sure enough, it only took a few seconds before the woman dozed off.
To her credit, she jerked awake almost as quickly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Simone said. “I think I’ll go rinse off in the shower.”
Before Simone could climb out of bed, Petra clutched her with such a ferocity that it was almost inevitable for them to make love again.
“You don’t get to wash me off so quickly,” came that intense voice against Simone’s shoulder. “You understand? I’m not done with you yet.”
