Page 14 of Stay Here Tonight
Maxine couldn’t control herself around Lydia. That wasn’t just hot. It made her oncoming orgasm twice as powerful!
The orgasm was definitely intentional. No woman sucked another’s clit, dipped her tongue into wet abodes, and rubbed her lips all over sensitive folds tonotget an orgasm out of her – and as quickly as possible.
“I’m coming…” Lydia didn’t mean to say that. She was going to keep those thoughts to herself and let her body do the announcing. “I’m coming!” Oh, well.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands. Make fists to pound against the bed?So sophomoric!Grab Maxine’s now-mussed hair?It’s too short to hold!Clap them in grand applause?Now I’m embarrassing myself.So who the hell was to say what Lydia did once climax crashed into her like a truck gone off-road?
A discerning disciple of Sappho would have noted that getting her off quickly was a sign that Maxine wanted her as relaxed as possible for what was to come. Except Lydia was hardly what anyone would calldiscerning.She took everything at face-value on a night like this. That and whatever her stupid, sex-addled brain told her.
She wants to get me off because that’s how badly she wants me.Hands squeezing tits to further help a woman ride out an orgasm didn’t lie!
Lydia didn’t know what to do with herself when it had passed and Maxine sat up, catching much-needed air. She almost died when she saw her own orgasm plastered against that beautiful face.
“Don’t move.” Maxine yanked her blouse over her head and unzipped her trousers. Naturally, her underwear matched. Black. No frills. Absolutely no nonsense. “Because we’re only getting started.”
“I can do you.” Lydia struggled to sit up so she could yank the obtrusive clasp out of her hair. Her energy was all but sapped out of her already.
“That’s quaint.” Maxine didn’t need clothes, and in the light of her bedroom, she looked like she was ready to emerge from behind a beaded curtain and make all of Lydia’s wildest fantasies come true.We’re already there!Good. God.
The woman’s abs were unreal, let alone the slim stomach that showcased them. Her breasts were deceptively unimpressive in a basic but well-fitted bra, yet once the underwear was off,holy tits!The size of them were perfectly proportional to her torso, her two dark nipples already harder than Lydia’s – which was quite the feat.
She couldn’t get started on the pussy. Because not only did Maxine rip offallher underwear, but she also knelt between Lydia’s legs, showing off the immaculate contouring of her dark hairs as they sprinkled across her mound and inner thighs. This wasn’t a woman who groomed for other people. She was the type to relax for an hour and pamper herself, head to toe.
The fact Lydia got to enjoy the fruits of Maxine’s personal grooming efforts was a bonus.
I will put my mouth on that.She better not say that out loud. Not like that, anyway.
“Why is this still on you?” Maxine closed Lydia’s legs and finished removing the silver dress. Glitter glistened as it disappeared over the side of the bed. “If we’re in my bed, we’re naked. Got it?”
After the round of oral sex she had received, Lydia couldn’t be ashamed of her body. She would never positively compare herself to Maxine’s manicured skin and personally-trained muscles, but she must’ve been hot enough to tickle Maxine’s fancy – and that was enough to make her rub her skin in anticipation.
“Loud and clear, Ms. Woodward.”
“I’d tell you to call me Maxine, but I like the way you say Ms. Woodward.” Maxine rolled the bottom half of Lydia’s body, keeping her legs together but her nether lips re-exposed to the cool air. “So you keep calling me whatever you want.” She straddled Lydia’s thigh, slowly lowering her hips until contact was made between skin. The heat flooding across Lydia’s body didn’t only come from her. “I’ll keep doing whatever I want to you.”
That included slipping a finger into Lydia, who closed her eyes and wondered how she had become so lucky in such little time.
She didn’t like to admit it, since it wasn’t exactly the most feminist conversation to have even at the ye olde butch brigade down at the corner tavern, but she loved – to an almost appalling extent – to have another woman make her feel like her whole reason for existing was to get and give sexual satisfaction. Her privately-kept kink went beyondsex feels good and we should make each other feel good!Borderline lifestyle. The type of thing that made Lydia’s heart flutter, her teeth bite her lip, and her brain convince her that getting laid was divined from above.
“You’re so soft,” Maxine whispered, thighs grinding against Lydia’s. “Inside and out.”
“Uh huh…”
“Do you want me to keep fingering you?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to keep humping your pretty body?”
“Yes!”
“You’re almost too easy.” That finger slipped out of Lydia and traced along her lips. Both her own scent and taste aroused Lydia to the point she searched for Maxine’s face to kiss. Her partner of the night stayed a fair distance away, her head slowly shaking with a despicable smirk on her face. “I love me some easy, Lydia,” oh, could she growl a woman’s name any deeper… “but you need a little more self-respect. Do you agree?”
That wasn’t a criticism. If anything, darling Maxine was fishing for more of Lydia’s submission. “Yes,ma’am!”
“Who knew this lurked inside of you? Do tell me I’m the first one to really bring it out. Stroking my ego is as good as stroking my clit.”
Wouldn’t Lydia love to find out? With Maxine in complete control of the situation, it would be a miracle if Lydia got to lick whatever she wanted anytime soon. Maxine didn’t seem the type todemandpleasure. More likely to hand it out and make a woman feel grateful for it.
