Page 34 of Push & Pull
Petra’s legs were shaking before her brain registered the climax coming for her. Once everything ripped through her, it was with the personal promise that she would findsomeway to make Simone feel this good before the night was over.
That was Petra. Always thinking of how to give back.
Simone snatched the showerhead when Petra was at her weakest. As Petra assumed her orgasm was about to subside, she was treated to a shocking revival of her senses as the water directly hit her between the legs.
I know what you’re doing!Could Petra call her out on it, though? Hell, no. She was too busy clasping her hand over her mouth so she didn’t scream bloody ecstasy in this echoey bathroom. It was bad enough that her muffled moans were bouncing off the walls and forcing her eyes into the back of her head. Her breath was trapped in the back of her nose, and her toes were incapable of finding a decent place to rest and curl. This was one of the most vulnerable times of Petra’s life, and she had been caught rifling through some bastard’s wallet more than once.
“Jesus tapdancing on a cracker.” Petra rolled over and exhaled in disbelief as soon as Simone released her. “Who’s the slut now, huh? Fucking hell, it’s me.”
Simone gently slapped Petra’s ass before standing up and putting the showerhead back into its holster. Petra’s face was out of reach of the water now spraying against her stomach and legs. “I’ll be out there.”
Petra gave her a thumbs-up sign while she recollected her soul on the shower floor.That woman is either insane or the perfect babe.No, never. Petra wouldneverthink that about a spoiled heiress who had more skeletons in her closet than a haunted house’s storage shed. She was better off calling Hailey and asking what was wrong with Simone because with or without her history as Petra knew it, there was no damn reason for Simone to be single withthoseskills.
Meanwhile, Petra was still on the shower floor, feeling like a truck had run her off the road and landed her in a muddy ditch. Who knew it was possible to feel so dirty after a long shower? Although it wasn’t the kind of dirty a woman was quick to wash.
As soon as she had the strength, she pushed herself onto her feet and took stock of her whole body.Head? Check. Pussy? Confused, but present. Heart and soul?
They weren’t responding.
She allowed herself one last quick rinse before finally shutting off the showerhead and grabbing her towel off its rack. She remained in the shower while she dried off, mindful of the sensitive spots Simone had nearly obliterated with her fingers.Ow.What the hell had happened to Petra’s nipple? Did she miss the part where someone had tried to bite it off?
I feel like I walked through a meat grinder. A big ol’ one.Petra blew a large gasp of air past her lips before drying off her whole face. Beyond the shower door, she saw the vague outline of Simone’s body moving beneath the light. The sink turned on and off. Teeth were brushed and hands washed. A metal comb shined in the air before landing on the sink again. As Petra cracked open the door to get the full view of Simone’s naked body getting ready for bed, she remembered how pliable and agreeable she had been the night before – going as far as sinking deeply into the bed.
Simone grabbed a complimentary bathrobe off its hook and pulled it onto her torso. After tying it closed, she turned to Petra, who continued to peer at her through the crack in the shower door. “Yes?”
“If you think you’re getting out of his bathroom without getting yours, you’ve got another think coming.”
Petra opened the door the rest of the way. Condensation had collected on her body again, but she wasn’t about to dry herself offagain.Nor would she run into the dry comfort of the main bedroom. No matter how long it took for the mirror behind Simone to defog!
“Or you’ll do what?” Simone’s wet and combed hair only added to the slick look she had cultivated for herself since Petra met her two nights ago.Two nights and she’s already stuck a finger in my ass. Amazing.This fling was definitely going into Petra’s memoir. “Chase me down and tie me to the bed? Have your way with me in there?”
“Nobody said anything about tying anyone to any bed.” Petra closed the shower door behind her and left her towel on the floor. “Unless you’re really into that, I guess.” She slowly approached Simone, hoping to catch her against the counter. At least if she had to rush at her, that fluffy bathrobe would catch Petra’s naked fall. “You get wild enough that I might have to hogtie you to fuck you tomorrow.” She turned off the overhead light, leaving only the one in the shower on. The fan continued to roar above them. “Too bad I don’t have anything here to tie you with. It’ll give me something to shop for in Washington.”
A slight smile made Simone curl her bottom lip. “You have a serious mouth on you.”
“Oh, you really have no idea.” Petra had her now. Plenty of room to curl one’s hand into the sink while the other wrapped behind the woman eight inches taller than Petra.I would climb this all day.And fuck it all day, if she were smart enough to invest in the proper equipment. “You know what I think, though?”
“Hm?”
Petra untied the weak knot holding the robe closed across Simone’s torso. “I think that whole stunt back in the shower was a front. That’s not really you at all. Unless you’ve got a good reason to do that to a girl like me.” Petra yanked open the robe and snuck her hand into the warm crevice between skin and cloth. “Only reason I could think of is you trying to beat me to some punch. What could it be?Whatcould it be?”
Were Simone’s cheeks pink because of the hot steam in the room? Or because Petra had caught her playing her game?
“What do you care about that?” Simone asked. “You don’t need to know anything about me other than I like having a good time.”
“How many girls do you tell that to, hm?” Petra pulled herself up, bringing her head more even with Simone’s. “Tell me, what do I have that the others you’ve been with don’t?”
“For one thing…” Simone didn’t shake Petra off when her lips came for the soft and silky white of a tender throat. “Most women don’t really get me at all.”
Petra ceased her hunt for creating the perfect hickey. “You’re saying I get you after only two days of knowing you?”
“You’re hitting it out of the park more than most people I’ve met. They all want something from me that I can only give for so long without something else.”
“Yooooou like to talk in riddles.” Petra wasn’t clear-headed enough for them right now. “Good thing I like riddles. Maybe I won’t decode yours today, but eventually, I might.”
Simone slowly opened her legs to let Petra between them. As their lips crashed together, breath hot and pruney hands clinging to one another, Petra swore she had never pressed her body against a hotter girl.One wrapped like a present.She only broke off their kiss to finish pulling the robe away from the bare body that had toppled her in the shower – and to tell Simone something very important.
“There’s something about you that won’t stay clean.” Petratskedin her throat, her thumb and forefinger hovering near one of Simone’s candy-pink nipples. “I could scrub you with a loofah and you’d beg for more.” She caught Simone’s wandering gaze while her thumb and forefinger wandered to the hottest place of her body.The only part of her still wet.Petra loved that Simone’s scent was trapped in the heavy air. There was nothing more addictive than a woman’s heavy-lidded arousal. “Bet I could scrub you with mytongueand I’d still taste the dirty girl all over you.”
