Page 35 of Push & Pull
“You know…” Simone averted her eyes as her perfectly kempt nails danced around the edge of the sink. She was so comfortable in her own skin, she didn’t care if she was completely exposed to the naked woman who would devour her in one bite. “That might be because I’m a slut.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.” Petra grabbed the wandering hand and gave it a hearty squeeze. “I’ve also heard the sounds you make when you’re sluttin’ it up in bed.”
Simone shrugged. “Guilty.”
“You like that, huh?” Petra was both intrigued and skeptical of this situation.Usually, when you talk like this with a woman, she’s either giggling in embarrassment or taking it way too far.Petra waited in anxious anticipation for one or the other to happen. “Being called out like that?”
“I’m the one who started it.”
“Not everyone wants it finished, though.”
One of Simone’s fingers pressed the spot between Petra’s knuckles. “I do.”
Maybe we’re not so different, after all.Hadn’t Petra told Simone to go for it back in the shower? They had both known what she meant.Treat me like your toy and rip me apart.Petra rarely gave herself over to someone like that. Not unless it had gone the other way first. She had been taken advantage of before too many times.
“You know, you don’t always need words to feel like that.” Petra completely leaned against Simone, tapping that head of fake blond hair against the mirror and breathing a heavy trail of breath from cleavage to abdomen. “Sometimes actions speak louder than words.” Her eyelashes flitted up toward Simone’s cloudy gaze. “I can make you feel so dirty without saying a single word.”
“Mm, dirty enough that I’ll have to take another shower?”
“Like I said…” Petra kicked her towel toward her, bunching it up between her feet. “I don’t think you’ll ever get clean. You’ll always be a dirty slut and treated accordingly.”
Had she pushed it too far? Had she broached a boundary that Simone found exhausting?Only one way to find out.Petra was used to taking things to unspeakable limits. Sometimes it got her yelled at and left behind for the night. Other times, she never forgot the woman whose world she rocked for at least one evening.
“Well…” Resignation filled Simone’s voice. “Better treat me accordingly, then. I expect nothing less of you and your already proven abilities.”
She can’t be serious.This was too easy. Even the biggest roleplayer didn’t succumb to these games so effortlessly.
Unless Simone wasn’t playing…
Petra didn’t want to get wrapped up in that, though. She wanted to be wrapped up in this warm body and feeling – and tasting – everything it could do. That was why she had brought over the towel. Her knees required some padding if she were to sink to the floor and kiss everything right in front of her mouth.
“Ah, shit…” Simone immediately leaned into it, pushing the robe out of the way and lifting her leg toward the counter. Her pussy might as well have had a brightly lit landing strip pointing toward it.I’m going in.Petra didn’t need a preamble. Once her nose caught the source of that heavenly scent, her lips were there, shortly followed by her tongue.
She had promised to not use her words tonight, after all.
She also didn’t need her hands, which were happy to grab Simone by the waist and keep her steady against the bathroom counter. As ripples of pleasure shook her flesh, and soft moans of bliss peppered the air, Petra ignored the pressure against her knees and gave her tongue its all as it quickly discovered Simone’s clit, and continued to dive for the real treasure.
The things I could do to this pussy.The things Petra could do to thiswoman!Why the hell were they limiting themselves for the second night in a row? Where the hell were they? Prude City?She’s rich. She can order what she wants and have it in an hour.Should they stick with a strap-on at first, or go straight to the whips and chains? Petra never had the urge to spank an ass with purpose until she saw this one walking into her shower. Nor had she ever begged the universe to let her completely own someone until she first rolled on top of Simone.
Some women were built like that, she guessed.
And some women were built like flowers, with soft, feminine petals that opened up into the endless potential for the sweetest honey the world had ever tasted.It’s all mine right now.Whether Petra was circling her tongue around that swollen nub, or pushing herself as deep as she could go before she stopped breathing, this was hers. This body. This pussy. This woman.
I barely know her.Yet, this was all hers. It didn’t matter that she knelt naked on a hotel bathroom floor and kissed the sin away from a strange woman’s slit. Hearing Simone moan like that while her pelvis gently thrust against Petra’s face was the shit songs were written about.
Yet nothing was as sweet as feeling the very fingers that had pleasured her in the shower now clinging to her hair. They inspired Petra to cling to Simone’s waist.Squeeze her there as hard as I can until she falls over the edge.
It didn’t take long. Not when they were both so into the moment that Simone had been ready since she came into the bathroom.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t attempt to hump Petra’s face off her head. Aside from the intensity of her wetness and its hypnotic scent, the only signs that she was in the throes of orgasm were the increasingly steady rhythm of her pelvis as it undulated against the counter.And the guttural sounds coming from the core of her being.Simone was a seductive succubus who had mastered the art of moderation. She wasn’t out to suck Petra dry. She was here to sustain herself for another hundred years, and nothing more.
Still, Petra couldn’t help but feel she could have done better as she succumbed to the soreness in her knees and the desire to breathe again.
“Who’s the dirty one now?” Simone asked, closing her legs as she sat on the counter and watched Petra turn on the sink.She’s not the only one who has to brush her teeth.“You’re going to be washing me off your face for at least a week.”
Petra chuckled, toothbrush rinsing beneath the faucet. “Who said anything about washing you off? Maybe I like it.”
Simone slipped off the counter. She didn’t bother to tie her robe, giving Petra a grand view of her fingerprints on that enticing waist.Yeah, I did that. It was all me.Her mark. Her property.
