Uncommon Romance (12 page)

Simone wrapped both hands around Abby’s legs and gripped the back of her thighs. She parted her lips and pulled Abby toward her. Traditional blow jobs where it was all tease and tongue did nothing for a dildo. The imagery was great for about ten seconds, but after that the person strapped in needed to fuck something. Simone wanted Abby’s hips in motion, guiding her to thrust before she even realized herself that she wanted to. Soon enough, Simone knew, she’d be mentally begging Abby to stop and simultaneously to never stop. Having her throat fucked felt awful and yet oh so fucking amazing all at the same time. And she wanted Abby to feel the power of holding her face and forcing her cock—Simone’s cock—down Simone’s throat.

She pulled Abby into her mouth until she felt the cock brush her uvula, then paused. She swallowed and collected herself, holding Abby in place while she tamped down the urge to vomit. It would pass. She just had to be patient and let her body work through its reflexive response. When her stomach settled, she pressed forward again, pausing when she felt the tip of the cock push against the back of her throat.

“God, Simone.” Abby choked on whatever she was going to say as Simone gripped her thighs and pulled her back. She needed another moment to recover. The cock went in only about halfway, but four inches was a lot when it was causing a gag reflex.

Before Abby could collect her thoughts, Simone pulled her forward again, working her through the speed and force she wanted her to thrust. She paused again when Abby hit the back of her throat, raised her eyes to meet Abby’s gaze, then pushed farther. There was initial resistance, then the cock slid down Simone’s throat. She held it there long enough to swallow. She doubted Abby could feel the vibration of the motion through the silicone, but old habits die hard, and when Simone decided to give a blow job, she refused to half-ass it.

Abby’s grip in her hair tightened, her fingers scraping Simone’s scalp and pulling her hair in the most delicious way, and then she released the pressure. She left her hands in place, weaving into Simone’s hair. Simone guided one hand to her throat. She wanted Abby to feel herself inside Simone. With Abby’s fingers stretched along the length of her throat, Simone pulled back slowly, letting Abby feel the cock retreat bit by bit.

“Jesus.” Abby groaned and the grip in her hair returned, and she dug her nails into Simone’s throat, chasing the path up the cock as it traveled up. “Fuck.”

Simone didn’t allow Abby to pull out completely. She didn’t want her to have time to think, to decide this was too scary, too
manly
for her to continue. She jerked Abby’s hips forward hard and quick, forcing the cock down her throat again. She swallowed quickly, letting Abby’s fingers feel the muscles of her esophagus work against the cock. Without pausing, she pulled her back out, then jerked her forward again. Simone was ready. Abby was ready. Simone wanted Abby to take her. She wanted her to fuck her like it was the only thing that mattered, like it was the only thing on the planet to do.

That was enough for Abby. She grabbed hold of Simone’s hair, holding her head tight in place and began to thrust on her own. She moved slower than the pace Simone tried to set for her. Simone wanted frantic. She wanted Abby to come undone. She wanted Abby to come down her throat and collapse on top of her. And she wanted to suck the come from between Abby’s legs when she did and then kiss Abby with the flavor still on her lips.

Simone held herself firmly in place. She didn’t rush forward to meet Abby’s hips, nor did she shrink away. She held herself open and receptive to whatever—and however—Abby wanted to give to her. She reflexively dropped her hands from Abby’s hips and clasped them together behind her back. Years of training taught her that’s where they belonged in this situation. But this
wasn’t
that type of situation. Abby wasn’t even close to being in control. She was taking what Simone offered, but she wouldn’t know how to take it if Simone resisted. She hadn’t earned the kind of submissive acquiescence that kept her hands behind her back in the past.

Not to mention that Abby was getting desperately close to coming, if the near-frantic snap of her hips was anything to judge by. Last time they were together, Abby had gotten off and Simone was left wanting. She wasn’t about to let that happen again. She redirected her left hand to her own clit. She was right-hand dominant, so using her left on herself would slow her own progress toward release. And given how hard she was at the moment, she needed that minor road bump.

Besides, that left her right hand free to pursue other things. She let the fingers of her left hand work through her own folds, teasing her clit and pussy. God, this woman made her wet beyond belief. How much of that was leftover high-school fantasy, and how much was real in the moment? Simone decided she didn’t care when Abby thrust particularly hard and a thrill traveled sharp and fast from her mouth straight to her cunt. She was going to come soon.

Abby’s face was strained, her eyes fluttering, half open and staring at the cock as it slid between Simone’s lips.

They slid shut for a moment, only to open again seconds later. Her mouth was open in a perfect “O” to match the forced shape of Simone’s. Sweat beaded at her temple and ran in rivulets down her face and neck.

It wasn’t enough for Simone. Abby was still too much in control, resisting the pleasure Simone offered. Simone wrapped her right hand around Abby’s thigh again. She considered, very briefly, snaking it lower and letting it play in the juices running down Abby’s leg. No, she wanted to lick it all away later, when she’d make Abby come a second time with her tongue.

Instead, she kneaded the firm muscles of Abby’s ass, digging her fingers in hard to match the power of Abby’s thrusts. She wanted Abby to feel the impression of her fingers for days after. She wanted Gavin to see evidence of her time with Abby. More than that, though, she wanted Abby to come.

Slowly, she worked her fingers toward the crack, the line separating the perfect cheeks of Abby’s behind. When she reached her goal, she pulled hard, digging her fingers in and separating the flesh, exposing her goal—Abby’s anus—to the air. Abby gasped and her thrust stopped mid-stroke, her cock deep in Simone’s throat.

Simone met her gaze, watching her eyes as she worked her finger slowly toward the opening. When she reached it, she felt the puckered opening flex and tighten against her fingertip. Abby’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling Simone to pinpoint prickling attention. Simone tweaked her own clit hard, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. She needed to last just a little longer, to enjoy the reward of reaching her destination.

Simone circled her finger slowly around Abby’s anus, teasing and gentle. Abby’s eyes slid shut and still she held herself perfectly still, the cock not moving. Simone needed to get her going again before she choked for real. Simone pushed inside of Abby, one finger, just the nail, barely breaching the opening, and pulled her head back. She needed air and Abby was frozen-statue still.

Jiggling her finger just inside the rim felt impossibly good for Simone. She knew how good it felt for Abby, the barely there teasing that felt so much larger than it really was. And the delicious, dirty raunchiness of it made Simone want to push all the way in, to spread Abby open in one clean thrust. It was too soon, though. Abby wasn’t ready. But she could take just a little more.

Simone spread her palm wide against the skin of Abby’s buttock, keeping her finger steadily working. Gentle, slow, yet persistent movements. She pulled Abby’s hips forward and opened her throat to the intrusion, once again guiding Abby through the motions, showing her how to fuck her. Abby remained still, unmoving, and Simone nudged Abby’s hips back, releasing the cock with a pop and kissing the tip of it.

“Abby…” Simone jiggled her finger again, a little more assertively, her other hand still working steadily on her own clit. “Abby, baby, please, I’m so close. Please.”

Simone spread her lips, holding her mouth open millimeters from the cock but not taking it in. Abby finally, slowly, slid the cock in, pausing when she hit the back of Simone’s throat like Simone had taught her. She was a quick learner and Simone would reward her for that later. And then Abby pushed the cock home. Simone pressed her finger deeper, entering up to her first knuckle. Still not deep, but clearly far more than Abby was accustomed to.

Abby pulled back and thrust forward again, and again, not pausing between strokes, and Simone worked her finger deeper with every thrust until she was fucking it in and out of Abby’s ass in rhythm with the stroke of the cock entering her throat.

Simone let her fingers dance across her own clit, urging herself higher. Abby was close and Simone wanted to come with Abby’s cock still in her throat and her finger buried in Abby’s ass. If she timed it wrong, Abby would come before her, then come to her senses and make Simone withdraw before she was ready. Abby felt too deliciously dirty and perfect for Simone to want to give that up before her orgasm.

Finally, after several more thrusts, and at a moment when Simone was sure Abby would pull out all her hair, Abby came with a high growl. Simone held her finger deep inside Abby’s ass, vibrating it as fast as she could to match the tempo against her own clit. She needed to breathe, but the cock was buried deep in her throat and Abby was collapsing on top of her.

Simone’s orgasm ripped through, racing out from her clit, up through her belly and chest and down through her legs. Her thighs trembled as she pushed the cock out of her mouth and removed her finger from Abby’s ass.

Abby slumped to the floor next to her and Simone tried to collect her as well as she could between gasping for breath and waiting for her extremities to start working again. Abby’s breathing was rough and uneven, and shudder after shudder ran the course of her body as Simone held her.

“You okay?” Simone was barely able to whisper, her vocal chords protesting the recent abuse. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Abby, are you okay?” It didn’t come out any louder.

Abby stirred against her, turning her face farther into the crook of Simone’s neck. “I’m good. Great.” She rose up to look Simone in the eye. “Are you?”

Simone wanted to say she was better than okay. She was lying naked with a woman she’d fantasized about since high school, and she’d just had a killer orgasm. That
always
added up to better than okay. She settled for nodding out of respect for her voice. It needed a rest.

“Good.” Abby dropped her head back to its home on Simone’s shoulder. “I’ve never done,” Simone could hear Abby blushing as she spoke, “anything like that before.”

Simone kissed the top of Abby’s head. “I figured.” She played with the loose strands of Abby’s hair and wished they’d moved to the bed before getting this comfortable together. “Do you want to talk about it?” Simone hoped Abby’s answer would be no. Her throat hurt like hell and she could barely manage a croak. An entire conversation would be murder. Still, what they’d done, what she’d guided Abby through, was not standard, run-of-the-mill, vanilla sex. Abby was going to need to process it. And if she needed to do that by talking her way through it, then so be it. Simone had created the situation when she took the dildo between her lips the first time. She could face the fallout head-on.

“Is it okay if we wait?” Abby kissed Simone’s clavicle. “Right now I just want to bask.”

Simone nodded, her movements big enough that she knew Abby could feel her answer. Eventually they’d have to talk about what they’d done tonight, but more importantly, about what they were doing overall. They’d moved past a one-night-only event, and Simone needed to know what that meant.

For now, however, she was content to hold Abby. She eased Abby up until they were both able to stand, then led her in to bed. She was exhausted, needed sleep, and as soft as Abby’s skin was, it wasn’t enough to make up for the hard floor. Simone pulled Abby under the covers with her and snuggled in.

She’d put off thinking about what it all meant until tomorrow.

Abby was blanketed in warmth, safe and sheltered. Snow fell lightly from the ceiling, or the sky? Abby watched as the textured surface morphed into sleek, endless stars. Simone took her hand and they reached up to catch the falling snow together. They spun in circles until Abby was dizzy, but Simone held her securely in her arms. Simone eased her down until she was lying, arms still stretched over her head, on a blanket of snow. Rather than the bitter cold of winter, she felt the heat of the tropics. The snow drifted slower, sparkled brighter until Abby realized it wasn’t actually snow at all. Glitter!

Simone kissed Abby slow and sweet, with gentle passion. She nipped and teased, and Abby arched up to meet her.

“Abby?” Simone pressed her lips to the small patch of skin behind Abby’s ear, the one that made Abby melt.

Abby moaned and reached for Simone, but her arms wouldn’t move. Abby struggled. She wanted to hold Simone, to pull her into her arms and keep her there forever. No matter what she tried, her arms wouldn’t work. They were bound immobile.

Panic bloomed in her chest and she cried out. “Simone.”

Warmth enveloped her. She could feel Simone pressed against her, shielding her from the night. She relaxed and Simone kissed the spot behind her ear again. Her panic receded, replaced by rising passion. Abby tilted her head, offering her neck to Simone. Her body strained for more, awakening under Simone’s insistent touch.

“Abby?” Simone spoke into Abby’s ear, then licked around the rim. “Wake up, baby.”

Abby searched the sky for signs of her snow-glitter, but all she saw was inky blackness.

Simone licked and sucked at Abby’s neck, and Abby moaned. Once again she tried to reach Simone, but her arms wouldn’t respond. She arched her body into Simone, her only way to get closer. “Yes, so good…”

Abby drifted, the blackness transformed to muted gray in the same moment that Simone’s lips closed around her nipple. With the sweet suction, Simone pulled Abby from sleep to awake and deep, painful arousal. Simone released her nipple, and Abby sagged against the bed and groaned.

“Good morning.” Simone’s breath was hot against Abby’s ear. She spoke directly into it, and the heat traveled directly to Abby’s cunt. God, this woman set her on fire.

“Morning.” Abby spoke softly, her voice rough with sleep. Simone hovered over her, braced on one elbow. She caressed Abby’s body, letting her hand roam easily but consistently lower. Abby reached for Simone and realized she couldn’t move her arms for real. It wasn’t just part of the dream. She jerked her hands sharply to free them, but they didn’t budge.

“Careful.” Simone blanketed Abby’s body, her mouth at Abby’s neck. She stretched one hand along the sensitive plains of Abby’s arms until she reached her wrists, where they were bound. Simone held both of Abby’s hands and the knot binding them together in her own. She abandoned her leisurely pace and used her other hand to cup Abby intimately. She slipped her fingers between Abby’s lips and teased her clit. “I’ve got you.”

“Oh, God.” Abby strained against Simone, against her bonds, and against the fleeting tendrils of sleep still holding her mind. Abby was confused and so very turned on. Excitement flooded her and she wanted desperately to touch Simone, to feel her body beneath her fingers. She writhed under Simone, overwhelmed and speechless. “Simone? Please.”

“Please what?” Simone’s words were teasing and hot against Abby’s throat, blurring Abby’s thoughts even further.

“Please, I want to touch you.” Abby again tried to free her hands.

“Shhh.” Simone massaged Abby’s wrists and hands, but didn’t loosen the hold. “Just relax. Let me please you.”

Simone continued to play with her clit, her fingers sliding without pattern or urgency.

“Why?” Abby squirmed in lustful anguish.

Simone slid one finger inside of Abby. She entered with painfully slow precision, so gentle Abby feared it was her imagination.

“Why what?” Simone asked, her eyes dark, intense, and demanding.

Abby watched as Simone lowered her mouth to Abby’s chest, laving the skin with her tongue. Simone sucked Abby’s nipple into her mouth and twirled her finger inside Abby’s cunt at the same moment. Abby moaned, awash with heat and want. When Abby didn’t answer Simone’s question, Simone curled her finger against Abby’s g-spot and hummed against her nipple. “Hmmm?”

“Why can’t I touch you?” Abby gasped the words, unable to find her voice properly as Simone brought her body to life.

Simone sucked harder and deeper, drawing the wire of lustful intent tight between Abby’s breast and her cunt. She released Abby’s nipple with a loud pop, and Abby drooped into the bed and panted. The wire still buzzed, encouraged by the motion of Simone’s fingers working between her legs, but not with the same urgency. The momentary reprieve made her whine with disappointment.

“Because I want you like this. Helpless and at my mercy.” Simone kissed Abby, forcing her mouth open with her tongue.

Abby opened herself, enjoying the dual intrusion of tongue and fingers. God, Simone knew how to fuck, to make a woman forget everything but the sensation of the moment. She’d never been tied up before; it was another on a growing list of firsts with Simone. The fabric dug into her wrists and stung in a low ache that echoed the divine pressure building deep in her belly. Abby focused on how being restrained made her feel. Infinitely frustrated because she wanted very much to touch Simone, to chase the ripples of excitement over her smooth skin, but beyond that, she felt exhilarated. Being restrained was beyond the fringe, beyond the scope of her safe history with sex. It fell in the category of paddles intended to brand words on flesh, of deep-throating strap-ons, and of fucking against a car while a crowded party continued a few feet away. In a word, it was Simone, and that thrilled Abby. She pulled against her restraints and moaned.

“You like this.” Simone’s smile was smug. She pressed her forehead to Abby’s and said, “I like it, too.”

Simone withdrew her hand, leaving Abby empty and adrift. Abby whimpered. God, she wanted those fingers back inside her. “Please.” It seemed she said little else to Simone.

“I want to show you. You’re
so
wet,” Simone said.

Simone brought her fingers to Abby’s mouth and traced her bottom lip gently. Abby’s mouth fell open and she darted her tongue out to taste Simone’s fingers. Abby licked her lips, then curled her tongue around Simone’s finger. She sucked it into her mouth. The memory of Simone fucking her fingers—coated with Abby’s desire—into Abby’s mouth had haunted Abby since their first time together. She’d never experienced something so primal and sensual and invadingly intimate prior to that night. She wanted Simone to push into her again, to make her feel deliciously violated all over again.

“Ah-ah! Greedy.” Simone shook her head, an amused smile on her lips. She removed her hand when Abby tried to suck her fingers into her mouth. Simone held Abby’s gaze, her eyes hooded and her pupils blown wide, as she slipped her fingers between her own lips. She sucked them in deep and groaned, then retracted them. She licked and sucked the skin at the base of her fingers, then massaged her tongue over the length, all the while staring into Abby’s eyes.

“God.” Abby arched off the bed, her hands held immobile by Simone’s binding, and captured Simone in a sloppy, wet kiss. Simone’s fingers were trapped between them, and she licked them inside of Simone’s mouth. It was hot, tangy, and highly erotic.

Simone moved her fingers into Abby’s mouth, gliding them against her tongue, and ended the kiss. She sat up so no part of her body touched Abby’s save the fingers owning Abby’s mouth.

With Simone in full view for the first time, Abby was immediately aware of only one thing: Simone was wearing a strap-on. It was much larger than the one Abby had selected the night before, and Abby gaped. Simone withdrew her fingers and chuckled. How had Abby missed
that
? She forced herself to look away. She sought out Simone’s eyes and was stunned by the force of desire she found there. Simone’s face was heavy with lust and need. Abby gasped.

“Hi,” Abby said. She needed something to break the building tension.

“I’m going to fuck you, Abby.” Simone’s voice was deathly serious. “Okay?”

Simone was a sexy, dark goddess. The long, lean lines of her body glowed in the early morning light that streaked in around the curtains. She settled back onto her heels and regarded Abby. The muscles in her abdomen twitched and Abby’s mouth watered. What she wouldn’t give to trace the ridges with her fingers at that moment.

Abby nodded, dazed. Simone was going to fuck her. Abby couldn’t think. “Please.”

Simone stood and walked to the end of the bed. Abby could feel Simone’s eyes on her, traveling over her body, as sure and steady and as arousing as Simone’s touch. Bumps rose on her skin as her excitement bubbled to the surface. She shivered and squeezed her thighs together. Just a little pressure, that’s all she needed.

Simone gripped her ankles and forced her legs apart. She stretched them wide and pinned them in place with her hands, her fingers flexing and releasing like a pulse.

“I’m tempted to untie you so you can show me how you touch yourself.” Simone stared at Abby’s pussy and Abby’s skin flared with heat. She squirmed and tried to fold her legs together. Simone strengthened her hold on Abby’s ankles and held her open. “Stop that.” Simone’s voice was cutting, and Abby felt like a scolded child.

“I’m sorry.” Abby struggled to hold herself open. She’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Simone’s scrutiny was unnervingly intense.

Simone moved her gaze up and met Abby’s. She looked confused. “Why are you trying to hide? You’re beautiful.”

Abby swallowed. She tried to look away, but found she couldn’t. “I’ve never…”

Simone shook her head with a bemused smile. “Oh, the things I want to do to you.”

Abby couldn’t breathe. Her lungs pulled tight and burned, and still all Abby could focus on was Simone and her unholy influence. Abby would do anything for this woman. She finally gulped air into her lungs, and the pinpoint black dots receded from her field of vision.

“Okay.” Abby nodded. Whatever Simone wanted, Abby would give it to her. “Okay,” she said it again, her voice stronger the second time.

Simone smiled and crawled onto the bed. She placed small, fleeting kisses along the length of Abby’s legs and stopped when she reached Abby’s pubis.

“For now, I’m going to do this.” Simone found Abby’s clit with her tongue. She circled it a few times, then flicked over the very tip. The barely there touch made Abby gasp and strain for more.

Simone forced her legs farther apart and held her firmly in place. She continued to tease and lick Abby’s clit, never touching solidly enough to be truly felt. Abby grew harder and she could feel moisture pooling between her thighs. She was so ready, all it would take was one purposeful caress and Abby would fly apart. Simone was teasing her.

“Simone, please.”

“Yes.” The heat of Simone’s answer washed over her and Abby quivered in anticipation. Simone spread Abby open with her fingers but didn’t touch Abby where she needed it most. After a moment, Simone asked, “Are you ready?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

Abby hadn’t finished answering before Simone was on her. She enclosed Abby’s clit inside her lips, enveloping her in warm, wet heat and suction. Abby arched off the bed. Simone wasn’t strong enough to hold her down and she moved with Abby, riding the wave of her desire. Simone sucked gently and flicked her tongue relentlessly over Abby’s clit. Abby’s body drew tighter and tighter, and she pulled hard against her restraints, and her body pulled into itself.

When she thought she could take no more, Simone licked over her one last time, and the tension pooling inside Abby released. Her body fractured and fell. She floated on a cloud of bliss, peripherally aware of Simone pressing an easy kiss to her mons.

“So beautiful.” Simone’s repeated words skimmed Abby’s consciousness. She was too deeply awash.

Simone’s hands were everywhere, smoothing over her body and extending her pleasure. Then she gripped her at the waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Abby had barely registered what had happened when Simone pulled Abby onto her knees and then thrust cleanly inside of her.

Abby’s face smashed into the pillow, and though she was still recovering from her first orgasm, her body rose to meet Simone thrust for thrust. Pressure, barely released, started to build again, and when Simone placed her hand on Abby’s shoulder and pushed her into bed, Abby cried out with excitement.

“Stay down like that.” Simone grunted out the words, her grip firm on Abby’s neck. She dug the fingers of her other hand into Abby’s hip and heaved her ass up. She thrust into Abby, the dildo reaching deeper than Abby had ever felt. “Okay.”

Abby nodded and gulped air. She couldn’t speak.

Simone pressed against her neck one last time, then placed both hands on Abby’s hips. She withdrew and slammed home over and over with such vehement power that Abby’s hips collapsed into the bed and she moaned ceaselessly.

“I said like this.” Simone pulled her ass into the air again and spanked it hard. She gently rubbed the sting, and the tender touch soothed and confused Abby. She didn’t know if she wanted Simone to do it more or never again.

It didn’t matter because Simone didn’t ask what Abby wanted. She dug her fingers into Abby’s hips and resumed her pounding, relentless pace.

“Abby, can you come like this?” Simone voice was strained and Abby wanted to see her face. The soft fabric of Simone’s sheet grew rough as Abby’s face rubbed over it again and again.

“Abby, answer me.” Simone continued thrusting and Abby couldn’t think. What was the question? Could she come?

“Yes, God, yes.” Abby was close. So very close.

Tension built inside her, driven higher by Simone’s frantic rhythm, until she couldn’t take another exquisite moment. She shuddered and came hard in wave after wave of pleasure. Abby collapsed, beneath Simone, spanking be damned. She couldn’t remain on her knees if the devil himself were in the room with them.