Page 35 of More Than a Friend
When I whimper because of the slight sting, she stops and rubs soothing circles on my hips. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, so she keeps going until her thighs hit the back of mine.
“Fuck, Ava. I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks stretched like this. I wish I could feel it. Maybe one day I’ll try fisting you so I know how it feels.”
I whimper and push back against her at the thought, and my pussy clenches around the dildo.
Skylar chuckles. “I thought you might like the idea. I’m going to start moving now, baby. Tell me if you need me to go faster or harder.”
She pulls out halfway and thrusts back in slowly, repeating the motion a few times.
“Harder, please.”
Skylar pulls almost all the way out before she thrusts forward again hard, hitting my G-spot as she does. My eyes roll, and my hips start pushing back, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“Touch yourself, baby, make yourself come on this pink cock,” Skylar grunts.
Fuck, I love when she calls me that.
I snake my hand beneath my body and rub tight circles on my clit as Skylar picks up her pace.
“Fuck, just like that. I’m so close,” I whimper.
When I was with my ex and I’d say I’m almost there, he’d switch up the pace or the intensity, and I’d lose my orgasm because of it.
Not with Skylar.
Skylar’s pace and intensity stays the same as my pussy pulses, and the band in my belly snaps and shoots liquid streams of pleasure from my nose to my toes.
My own fingers falter on my clit as I cry out Skylar’s name.
Skylar slows her thrusts while I’m still riding the wave of pleasure, and when she pulls out of me, I collapse in a boneless heap on the bed.
It’s a strange feeling not having to rush to the bathroom or worry about dripping cum onto the sheets.
Instead, I flip over and watch as Skylar examines the glistening dildo before she slides the harness off her thighs and once again settles next to me on the bed.
“How was it?” she asks, intertwining our fingers.
“It was amazing,” I answer.
“Better than the real thing?” Sky raises her eyebrows suggestively, and I snort.
“Honestly, yeah. You didn’t try to switch things up or come before I could get there. No mess to clean up, either.”
Skylar’s nose scrunches, and she shakes her head. “Amateur.”
“Let me catch my breath, and I’ll return the favor,” I tease.
Sky pins me with an unimpressed look. “You don’t have to return the favor, Ava.”
“I know, but I want to.”
I’m motivated to prove just how much I want to, so I roll over on top of her and kiss her lips before she can protest.
Her hands come up to frame my face as we share unhurried kisses that feel less lust-filled and more…
Loving. Worshipping. Cherishing.
