Page 54 of Push & Pull
“If ever.”
“Here we are.” Petra grabbed Simone’s ass and lifted her hips into the air.The right amount for me to get acquainted with her new friend.The strong and sturdy third to their midnight tryst in a Washington, DC hotel room.Three nights after we first met.Two women who probably should have never been put into this predicament. Yet here they were, defying expectations because there was nothing else to lose. Simone Evans knew how to do one thing, after all – and that was to throw herself into self-destructive situations with willing women. If they didn’t lure her down other dark paths? Even better.
Yet this was Simone. She could turn anything into a path to the devil.
“Just the two of us in this bed, princess.” Petra’s breath was thin. Her concentration on pushing the tip of the strap-on into Simone’s body was almost hotter than the act itself. “You, me, and your hot pussy doing all the talking. Mmhmm.” A grin touched Simone’s cheek as they eventually rocked together. “There it goes. Greedy thing, isn’t it? Come on. I know you can take more. You know how I know?”
Simone was already losing her sanity to the sensations wracking her body.
Petra’s head lowered to Simone’s ear. The moment she said the magic word, everything within Simoneunlocked.
Her heart, her desires, and above all – her body.
Nobody told me that getting fucked by a short woman would be a new experience.Practically, Simone was aware of this, but until Petra’s petite body attempted to be in two places at once, Simone had never thought about what that actually entailed. Neither had Petra, apparently, who quickly realized that she could either kiss Simone or give her the sex she had craved for half of the night. But she couldn’t have both. Not without more practice together.
Besides, freeing up her mouth meant Petra could use it for other things. Like dirty talk.
The problem with the filthy words coming out of Petra’s mouth, though, wasn’t that Simone found them wanting. Quite the contrary. Every time she was treated to a round of toe-curling delights, Simone came another step closer to achieving cosmic bliss.Why stop at spreading your legs for somebody when you can hear all about what that makes you?Had it really only been twenty-four hours since they last danced together in a hotel room? Was Simone really on this road trip because she wanted more of what Petra slammed into her?
No, what did Simone in was the headspace this roleplay – if she could even call it that – took her.
I know, I know, I know.Simone didn’t have to be told these things twice. Or thrice, for that matter. Yet the cleverer Petra got with her colorful words, some of which rhymed with cut, truck, and bored, the more Simone gave in to her personal temptation to believe every word.It’s not just because it turns me on. It’s not just a fetish.It was a state of being.
Part of what got her off was how much she wanted to believe it.
As sweat created more friction between them, Simone pulled herself up the bed, bridging the gap between her arms and the headboard. Petra took that as her cue to give Simone’s core all one woman had stored in her reserves. Simone’s moans peaked in pleasure. Petra’s grunts of exertion added a respite to the room. Yet it was when she said, “Don’t agree with me, princess,” in her breathless wonder, it was Simone who was taken back to that tower in a faraway kingdom.
I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go back.
Back home. Back to the work that was never hers. Back to the so-called family she had left. Back to the fake friends and the destructive vices that preyed upon her body, because she couldn’t manage the stress and grief on her own.
At least here, in the tower Petra constructed on this road trip, she had an excuse for being absent. Yet it was only a matter of time until some dimwitted, well-meaning hero stepped up to “save” her.
She would refuse to go with them. Petra the witch was the best companion Simone ever had.
“Yes!” Simone cried out in both affirmation and climax as Petra’s unrelenting movements brought her to the brink.Everything I imagined…And then some, because Simone could not have anticipated how much Petra got into it. “Yes, I’m your princess!”
“You’re my soiled princess is what you are.” Petra’s hips stilled, bringing the full-length of the strap-on as deep as it could go into Simone’s shaking body. “My favorite kind.”
Those words hit Simone the moment her brain detached from the world. She both forgot everything Petra said and succumbed to every syllabic morsel.
Fuck me.The light of clarity consuming her as she fell from her monumental high was less than forgiving.This is the moment I fall in love.Damned brain chemicals were fooling her into thinking it was love. What Simone knew better than her own brain, though, was that she had ridden wild at this rodeo before.
It was never love. Simone had never really fallen in love before.
Yet her brain would have never guessed as Petra pulled herself up the length of Simone’s body, all for the sake of kissing her. As she welcomed Petra into her mouth, Simone clung to the hope that nights like these could last forever – that she wasn’t doomed to wake up from the perfect fantasies that so rarely graced her life.
“Ah, shit.” Petra sat up, tearing her red tank top over her head. Her sports bra was not as agreeable with her sticky fingers. “I need a turn. Fucking you got me all hot and bothered.” She undid the straps of her toy the moment she was naked.
Simone was barely cognizant of those words. “I don’t know if I can… I’m blasted right now.” It was the truth, too. She needed at least twenty minutes of staring at the ceiling before she could consider rolling on top of Petra to return the favor.
“I will do all the work. I’ve got enough energy left in me. Only need you to tie those things around your waist. It’ll be fine.”
Simone didn’t know what surprised her more about that night: the delectable strawberries that had been promptly forgotten, or how she had no problem lying pretty on the hotel bed while Petra rode herself to orgasm ten minutes later.
No, the most surprising thing was how suddenly vulnerable Petra was when she lost herself to the moment. Sometimes, Simone forgot that her more aggressive lovers had their soft sides, too. Not every witch struggled to bare her own soul for spoiled, soiled princesses to admire.
Chapter 19
