Page 52 of Push & Pull
“I didn’t say we should move in together.” Petra found Simone’s other hand.Don’t think I’ve forgotten how much you like it.The next step was maneuvering her knees between Simone’s knees. “I like my independence, anyway. It’s good to have your own space while you figure things out.”
“I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time. I honestly can’t remember when…”
Petra lifted the T-shirt clinging to Simone’s torso and allowed her hand to linger on warm skin.Like a magnet.Petra’s hand was a hunk of metal, all right. As Simone’s words dissipated into the heavenly air of the spacious hotel suite, Petra lowered her mouth and kissed the cleft of Simone’s breast as it appeared. The lacy bra with a hefty underwire made Simone look like she had more going on upstairs than Petra knew to be true.I love it, anyway.Her physical attraction to Simone wasn’t based on carnal assets, anyway, although she would be remiss to not mention the mole that attracted her tongue every time Petra saw it.
A gentle gasp touched Petra’s ear as her chin nudged the bra out of the way and kissed the nipple instantly hardening beneath her.
“One night at a time, princess.” Petra’s knee finally found its purchase between Simone’s thighs. “You like it when I call you princess?”
That sound out of Simone’s mouth wasn’t instantly discernable, but Petra knew it was an affirmative.
“What do you like about it, hm?” Her knee had arrived at the crotch of Simone’s jeans, and it wasn’t about to relent its movements. As Simone gave in to rubbing herself against Petra’s knee, more of that T-shirt moved up and tucked itself beneath Simone’s chin. It was all Petra could do to keep from ripping off her lover’s bra and ravaging those nipples with her teeth and tongue. “You know whatIthink?”
Simone’s mouth slightly parted, but she didn’t say anything. Petra had lost her to the sexual fantasies that kept her alive.
“You’re not the kind of princess who bosses people around and assumes she’s owed the world because of who her father is. You’re the kind of princess a domineering witch traps in her tower. She promises you all sorts of nasty things, but the problem is, those are punishments. You’re not supposed to want her to turn your bottom red or pull on your hair while she rides you in your jail cell bed.” Petra yearned to see more of that ecstasy on Simone’s face. Sure, the sweet surrender they both experienced now was great, but Petra knew that Simone was capable of so much more. “Yet that’s exactly what you want. So when the prince finally arrives to save you from the terrible, mean witch, you hide and hope he goes away. You don’t wanna go back to the castle where you’re expected to make decisions, like whether you should marry the charming hero who will make all of your status quo dreams come true. You want to stay with the witch. You’re hoping to discover the balance between being naughty enough for her rough sex and well-behaved enough to stay there. You woulddieif the castle knew what you were doing.”
“That’s quite the story…” Simone sighed.
“Baby, if you’re the princess, then I’m the witch.” Petra pressed herself against Simone, refraining from a kiss that would send them both over the edge. “I’ve got a book full of spells, but you’re the one enchanting me with that greedy look in your spoiled eyes.”
There was no look in Simone’s eyes right now. She was simply gone, eyelids closed and mouth hanging open as small grunts tickled her throat every time she rubbed her groin against Petra’s leg.
“Jesus, you’re a sight to behold.” Petra meant that, too. She had known beautiful women. She had also known women who could strike her down with one sway of the hips. Simone wasn’t on those levels. Instead, she had carved out her own. Her natural appearance and demeanor merely augmented what she offered in a sexual relationship. Petra reveled in discovering which buttons to push to get the best sounds out of that vibrating throat.Not the only thing that should be vibrating right now.Damnit! Why hadn’t she planned ahead? They were in a major city, and Simone had pull with local shops. Where was the delivery of sex toys toreallymake this princess scream in pleasure?So the whole kingdom hears from her tower…“You love the idea of being a bad girl’s kept woman. Say it.”
“I…” Simone’s breath was so heavy, it must have strained her to speak.
Petra sucked the first nipple her lips found. Anything to purge Simone’s mind of the troubling things she wished to utter.
“That’s what you’re getting right now.” Petra was more into this scenario than she was most roleplays.Probably because in my world, roleplay means whatever gets the guy to open his wallet.Yet here, with Simone? Petra was her true self. Not only a woman who gave herself over to other women but one who took back her life by climbing on top and reveling in the natural beauty of womankind.You only get this fantastic view from this vantage point.She pulled Simone’s shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Before Petra completely lost her mind, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and dialed the restaurant kitchen.
Simone blinked herself back to the present.
“You don’t mind if I get us some room service, do you?” Petra sat back on her legs and waited for someone to answer. “This is going on your tab, after all.”
“Order the filet mignon for all I care.” Simone unsnapped her bra and pulled the straps down her arms. “Give that to me when you’re done. I know who else to call.”
Petra grinned at her, and not only because those were naked breasts right in front of her face. “I prefer my dildos pink before you ask.”
“Wasn’t gonna. You get what you get.”
Petra was about to say something else that was sure to get her in trouble with the woman whose tab they ran up, but the kitchen had answered, and she wanted the honeymoon special.
What Simone wanted most, she usually manifested.
That was true for sexual relationships, and that was also true for general services. Like calling the nearest adult shop at nine in the evening and getting what she wanted delivered to her room. For a price, of course.
The goodies from the kitchen naturally arrived first. By that time, though, Simone was half-naked on the couch. She had pulled Petra’s jacket over her chest as the other woman answered the door with a cash tip for the hotel employee making their horny dreams come true. Simone didn’t mind when Petra’s sizzling tone snapped at her to drop the jacket and reveal herself to the Wicked Witch of the Carnal West. She was so turned on by that point, she had even forgotten what ailed her mental health only an hour ago.
Wasn’t that the point?
Now here I am, utterly debased.Just the way she liked it.
Was it the whipped cream topping her breasts that got her going the most, though? Or was it the ice from the strawberry bucket? Simone was powerless against both as Petra had tied both of her princess’s wrists to the headboard. So when whipped cream landed on her nipples and ice accumulated around her navel, all Simone could do was whimper and writhe.
“I love whipped cream.” Petra had dimmed the lights in the bedroom before taking off her jeans. She soon jumped on the bed, jiggling Simone’s body and knocking the melting ice cubes onto the comforter. “I love it when it’s on your body even more.”
Simone believed her. That was the crazy thing.
