Page 53 of Push & Pull
How can one stranger know exactly what I want? Or need?Petra wasn’t a mind reader. That was impossible. Yet in three nights she had completely figured Simone out as if they had known each other for years. She had somehow done it in a way that didn’t completely embarrass the woman who had often learned to be ashamed of her deepest desires.
A strawberry touched the corner of Simone’s mouth. As her lips wrapped around it, Petra teetered the strawberry until it was secure between Simone’s teeth. She waited until Simone’s jaw closed before pulling the stem away. The tart fruit was its own kind of heaven in Simone’s mouth. One only rivaled by the sensation of more whipped cream on her chest, followed by a different strawberry dancing on her nipple.
“Good thing you’re already naked,” Petra said as someone knocked on the suite door. “It would be amesstaking off your pants when you’re like that.”
Simone waited until Petra was gone before exhaling her heavy breath. She knew this was her last chance to collect the fragments of her broken spirit before she was reminded why she kept going to bed with Petra.
“What do we have in here?” An unmarked bag landed on the table near the window. Simone had already forgotten what she ordered.Whatever they had in stock at the last minute.Her body ached to feel what Petra couldreallydo to her. It was a rare woman who knew how to explore Simone’s body the way it needed to be plundered. “Aren’t we in luck?” Petra pulled out the box that contained a standard strap-on. “I know exactly how to use one of these things. Therealquestion is…” She already had it half-opened when she taunted Simone from the side of the bed. “How long should I tease you with it before making you die of pleasure?”
“I’ve got all night,” Simone said.
“Funny.” Everything landed on the bed. Petra tossed aside the box. “So do I.”
Simone sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she turned her head away from how Petra prepared herself.If I watch her, I’ll completely lose it.Simone was already on the brink of making a bigger fool of herself than ever. That storybook image Petra put in her head about the witch and the princess in the tower?I won’t die until I see that fantasy play out.One day. Definitely not tonight, no matter how much Princess Simone burst to be put into her place by an ornery witch.
I could totally see her being the witch.The one Simone wanted to stay with forever because her tenderly torrential touch was the greatest thing the princess of the kingdom had ever felt. It wasn’t a curse at all. It was retribution.
It was freedom from everyday life and everything that had ever suffocated her.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Petra’s half-hearted pout was accompanied by a new friend around her waist. She had never taken off her tank top, but her jeans and underwear were long lost to the floor.She answered the door like that. Imagine.Simone admired the power move, but would have never done that herself. “Changed your mind?”
Simone had to face her. That was the only way Petra would take her words seriously. “You would know if I had.”
Petra plucked another strawberry out of its container. She left the whipped cream on the nightstand, though. “How would I know? Would you tell me?” A tip of the strawberry disappeared between Petra’s teeth. She bit it off before offering the rest to Simone, who had the power to open her mouth, or keep it clamped closed.Like I’m turning down a strawberry.It was one of her favorite flavors. Even better if it came from a woman who knew how to have a good time. “You want a safe word, princess?”
The phrase “safe word” evoked the wrong feeling.Because I’m not like that.She wasn’t someone who required a safe word when having sex, even the rough and randy kind. “I’d rather not call it that.”
Petra took the opportunity to press the strawberry into Simone’s mouth. Her now empty hand caressed the length of Simone’s chest before wrapping around her side and pressing against the small of her back. Simone was cradled. Protected.
Wanted.
“Then what is it?” Petra’s relaxed countenance was enough to sway Simone back to the promises of lovemaking. Especially when that sweet face was coming closer to hers.
“Me telling you how it is.”
“How egalitarian.”
“Is it?”
Petra’s hand returned to Simone’s thighs, gently pushing them apart. As lazy fingers tested Simone’s receptiveness, she said, “I know what ‘no’ and ‘stop’ means, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not.” To prove her point, Simone fell onto her back and opened her legs. The headboard creaked with every tug of the sweater holding Simone’s hands together.My own damned sweater.The blue one from the night before. Now whenever she wore it, she would think of Petra and the pink phallus between her legs. “For the love of God, fuck me.”
“I’d say that’s what I like to hear…” Petra tossed her bangs out of her face as she bounded between Simone’s legs and hovered over her. “I think you can do better. Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Bad enough that I ordered that for immediate delivery, didn’t I?”
Petra’s hips swayed back and forth in the air. “Uh-huh, but how badly do youwantit?” She parted Simone’s nether lips with her finger. “Being wet isn’t the same as you goingnuts.”
“You want to bet?”
“That’s a bet I might lose.” Petra drew herself closer, hand bracing against the headboard. Nowhere near Simone’s wrists, but it brought the strap-on against her thighs, and that was enough to make her close her eyes and relax. “Tell me, if I had been packing one of these things the first night we were together, how eager would you have been for me to fuck you? The same amount? Even more?”
Simone could barely remember it now. All her mind wanted to focus on was the sensation of silicone rubbing against her clit and making her wetter.It gets closer to my pussy, and I get closer to coming.Simone hoped she didn’t orgasm too soon. She wanted Petra to get the whole experience with her – make her work for it.If I can’t get complacent, neither can she.
“I think I would have died from embarrassment, honestly.”
“Why? Because I wasn’t meant to see that side of you yet?”
