Page 36 of Stay Here Tonight
She received a playful smack to her ass, the first of many over the next few minutes. It was enough to make their separation bearable once Maxine walked away from the bed, her heavy shoes echoing in the vast space of her chambers. It made Lydia feel like the most precious possession in such a woman’s private abode.
What is wrong with me?Reason attempted to talk sense into Lydia’s brain, but she couldn’t stand it. Who had invited it? Who said reason was needed on a night like this? Couldn’t a woman enjoy her sexuality without bullshit rearing its horny head and ruining her fun?It’s not serious with her. She’s using you. As soon as she’s done fucking you, she’s going to kick you out of her room again.All right, so what? Maybe Lydia didn’t care.Maybeshe was okay with being used like a toy for one night. What did it matter if one of her hottest fantasies came true? As long as Maxine wasn’t an ass about it… Lydia knew what she was up against. How many times had she fantasized about a night like this? She had already been ousted once before, too. That wouldn’t be a surprise. Maybe that’s what she wanted to happen! Maybe…
The bed dipped when Maxine added her weight. Her breath, as hot as the sweat gleaming on Lydia’s skin, hit like a tropical torrent. Kisses, licks, slight sucks of the lips dotted the curve of Lydia’s back as she tacitly accepted the attention. What had she been thinking about again?
“Am I hot enough to give you what you want?” That teasing tone only wanted one kind of answer. “Am I going to hear you scream in pleasure tonight, Lydia?”
The only reason Lydia gasped instead of answering with words was because the next spank was the hardest yet.
Jolts. Shocks.Zingsof painful electricity spread through her warmed body. The wonderful kind of pain, wasn’t it? The kind that made Lydia yelp in that mighty need once teeth met skin. Maxine didn’t bitehard,exactly, but she made her point as her teeth sank into soft flesh and her thumbs pressed into opening thighs.
“You’re so wet you’re not even a challenge.” Maxine ripped down Lydia’s hair from its coil and gathered as much of it as she good into one strong fist. She turned Lydia’s head, tongue snaking into a sensitive ear. “To penetrate, that is.”
Lydia’s hands collided together on the pillow before her. She had to grab something while Maxine grabbed her hips and brought her back, tickling Lydia’s opening with the promise of something she desperately wanted to feel.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out. If you think the pleasure is one-sided, you’re mad.”
Lydia wasn’t mad. She was far from angry, or even crazy. She was right where she wanted to be, naked, restrained, and in the presence of a woman who knew what she was about.
With whatever she kept around her waist.
“Oh!” Lydia had no idea what to expect at first, but she soon got into the swing of well,everything,once Maxine was two inches deep inside of her.
Lydia had worried for too long that she would feel wrong about this. She had worried for naught, since Maxine made her more than comfortable as their scandalous liaison escalated to the kind of thing women debated over at the resource center.“It’s wrong! We’re mimicking hetero relationships when we do shit like that.” “So then why does it feel good? Are we supposed to deny how our bodies are built because we don’t want men in our lives?” “Honey, either you’re not into that – which is fine, of course – or you’re doing it all wrong.”Lydia could barely believe those conversations now. How could anyone tell her that what she felt was wrong, simply because they were two women? Was there a single man in the house? Maybe a security guard… the body guard? Hell! The house could be full of men and Lydia would still know that they were not invited to share in this moment.
Besides, Maxine had a collection. If she was cool with doing it, then so was Lydia!
“Feels good, huh?” Maxine had kept her trousers on. The material rubbed against Lydia’s skin every time Maxine thrust forward, giving her lover the kind of satisfaction she craved from deep within. Fingers were grand. They could slip into crevices larger entities could not. Could they feel this strong, this sturdy? Maxine’s hips were more powerful than her arms. Those hands were put to better use pulling hair and grabbing breasts.
Yes. Yes, it did feel good. Lydia couldn’t deny that. Every time Maxine undulated against her, she swore she ascended to some higher plane of pleasure that could not be achieved with other people. Lydia could have been born a completely different woman with a different sexuality, and she would still swear that this was the closest she ever came to the stars above.
All Maxine had to do was be herself. All Lydia had to do was embrace those yearnings that had been within her since as long as she could remember.
Besides, it wasn’t only about her pleasure. It was also about Maxine’s, the woman who grunted and growled as if she could feel everything Lydia experienced.I almost believe that she could come first.Impossible! Lydia had the honors the moment Maxine hissed that she had never been with a more passionate woman.
Now that Lydia could believe.
She came with Maxine so deep inside of her that she forgot what it was like to be alone again. Every kiss, every thrust, every dirty word was carefully crafted for Lydia’s ears. There was no mistaking it. She belonged to Maxine. Perhaps only for that night, but she belonged to her nonetheless.
***
No rest existed for a woman weary after a round like that in bed. As soon as she was satisfied that naked, handcuffed Lydia had come as much as she humanly could, Maxine pulled out and tossed the cumbersome strap-on aside.
What she did not count on was the second wind Lydia immediately experienced.
Maxine was on her back as soon as she unlocked the handcuffs. Bare limbs shimmied on top of her, hands pulling off her clothes and a mouth full of desperate carnality bruising her skin. Maxine gave herself over to it as easily as she had followed Lydia’s fantasies. She would hardly call it a one-sided fantasy, anyway.
“You fucked me?” Who was this woman gleaming within Lydia’s eyes? “I fuck you too.”
Few women tackled Maxine like this. They were either top-tier pillow biters who didn’t know – or care – how to give back, or Maxine somehow intimidated them enough to never try.It’s my personality. This is what I get for calling myself butch behind the scenes. Nobody wants to do me like that too.The occasional woman who dared to try was rare enough to be memorable. Lydia had long achieved her place in Maxine’s memory. Shoving her back against the bed and grinding against her pelvis took it to another level.
Her pussy was hot and dripping wet. Maxine didn’t need to feel it against her leg to know that, but there it was anyway, leaving behind something good enough for Maxine to say“I fucking did that.”She had wound Lydia up. She had made her so horny that she opened up about some of her wildest fantasies. A lot of them weren’t achievable tonight, between two people who didn’t know each other well enough to take on that level of trust. Some of them were.
“I want to be restrained and blindfolded. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can while I’m made to take you on.”
Had Maxine delivered? Of course she had. She always did. A woman’s pleasure was one of the greatest achievements to get out of the world. Money was fantastic. Health was a bonus. A woman screaming in orgasm and declaring Maxine the greatest fuck she ever had? That made the shitty times worth living through.
Now Lydia was on top of her, those petite tits bouncing with every movement of the torso, pretty pink nipples so hard that Maxine could grab them and pull Lydia down. She didn’t. She was too shocked to seriously consider it.
