“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?”
Emily laughed, looking down at Nina, who was laying back on the bed. Nina had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about to do (or, rather, have done to her) was pressing down on her. Emily still seemed to be carefree, though. “I do. It makes me feel like such a top. The epitome of femme dominance.” Emily shook her hips around a few more times for good measure. The dildo, dangling from the harness, smacked her thighs. Nina cringed at the sound.
Finally, after her little exhibition was finished, Emily hopped onto the bed, snuggled up to Nina’s side. The dildo, black as night and shining cheekily in the bedroom’s light, rubbed up against Nina’s leg. Was that arousal Nina felt, or apprehension? With Emily, she rarely knew the difference. “It’s not too big,” Nina remarked, just because she lacked anything else to say.
“Is that bad, or good?”
“I dunno. Just a statement.”
Emily rolled her eyes. Nina was still wearing boxers, but Emily had done away with her bra before bringing out their new toy. Casually, as she spoke, Emily fondled Nina’s breast. Nina was hot all over. “You can touch it, if you want. Makes sense that you’d feel it up a bit, before I, um, penetrate you with it.”
And Nina thought *she* was blunt. “There’s no need in me touching it. You won’t even feel it.”
“Yeah, but…I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought of watching you stroking my dick before.”
*Her* dick. It was preposterous when analyzed as a fact, but with Emily, nothing came down to facts. It wasn’t *hers*, per se, like a man might call his dick his, but Nina didn’t care. She was willing to pretend and play along. Nina kissed Emily, partly so she didn’t have to watch the smug smile that would surely be on Emily’s face as Nina’s hand began to clumsily feel up the faux shaft, mostly because she was craving it.
Emily pulled away, nagging at her lip as she watched Nina’s hand. “I have…no idea how to do this,” Nina admitted. Why did her voice sound so breathless? Oh. Her heart was pounding.
“Shit, me neither. It’s been, like, a decade since I’ve given a handjob,” Emily sighed. Nina almost took the sigh as a sign of irritation, but when Nina looked at Emily’s face, she saw that it was most likely a sign of content. “I sure like looking at it, though.”
“We could do just this, then.”
“All night?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Okay, I don’t like it *that* much.” They both laughed, and Nina’s hand stopped. She was taking her task seriously, no matter how silly it was. Pleasing Emily was no laughing matter. “Hey. Weird question, but…would you be opposed to, um…”
Nina sat up a bit, tugged at the hem of her boxers. The fabric near the crotch was soaking wet, rubbing against her skin. She wanted them off. “Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me to suck this thing.”
“I was gonna, yeah,” Emily admitted, then flushed. Red hair, red freckles, red cheeks. Red, the color of lust. It made sense, with that thinking. “Sorry. Like, I wasn’t even thinking about getting off tonight, but I’m, uh…like, wow. I’m about to fuck you with this thing, and that’s probably the hottest thing we’ve ever done, in my opinion.”
“I’m starting to think you really want a dick.”
“What? You haven’t wanted one before?”
Nina didn’t respond. Emily was looking nervous, and Nina didn’t like that, because only one of them could be nervous in the same instant, and Nina had claimed the right. “Sit up against the headboard.”
Emily raised her eyebrows, but didn’t comment. She put her back against the headboard, spread her legs a little bit. Nina tried to position herself in a way that didn’t involve her putting her ass in the air, but it was borderline impossible without her kneeling on the carpet.
“Fuck,” Emily whispered. Her hand went into Nina’s hair. Gentle, though; she knew that Nina didn’t like it if her afro got pressed down on too much. “You’re so fuckin’ hot. And you’re not even trying. Christ.”
Nina was a sucker for praise. She didn’t hesitate, even if she was completely lost as to how to suck someone off. She circled her tongue around the tip, almost kitten-like. Did Emily even like that kind of thing? She couldn’t feel it, after all. Nina decided that what Emily really wanted to see was her lips, wrapped around a mouthful of dick. Nina obliged, opening her mouth just enough for Emily’s cock to slide past her lips.
Suddenly, Nina felt it going further back into her throat. Emily’s hand was pushing down, slightly, but enough for Nina to get the hint. Nina didn’t push herself too much—she knew her limits—but she did her best, taking a couple more inches in before moving her head back up.
Nina heard the wet noises of her mouth on the silicone, embarrassingly perverted. She heard Emily’s heavy breaths, too. “You’re *so* good at this. God, Nina, thank you—but don’t stop yet, okay?” Nina made a little noise, muffled. Emily stroked her hair. “I know you’re nice and wet, aren’t you, baby? Touch yourself for me.”
Those pet names were sacred to Nina. Her body trembled when she imagined Emily, lips right up against her ear, whispering all kinds of “darling”s and “honey”s and “sweetie”s. She couldn’t help touching herself after that, even if she wanted more. Her own fingers would suffice for the moment. As time went on, though, Nina was beginning to want what Emily was offering. The feeling of her own fingers plunging into her womanhood over and over didn’t compare to what she imagined Emily’s cock felt like. She pressed her tongue against it, used the hand that wasn’t rubbing her clit to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her own saliva was dripping down to her fingers.
“How do you want me to give it to you, love?” Ah, that was a name that Nina forgot. “Love”. So simple, so universal, but so damn sweet to the ears. Nina kept sucking, but looked up at Emily in acknowledgement. That must have been a turn-on for Emily, because she sucked some air in through her teeth, let it out in a sigh. “You want it from behind? Or do you wanna ride me? Or we can do it old-school…me on top of you, fucking you hard, watching your face…tell me what you want, Nina.”
Nina didn’t know what she wanted. She sat up, looked Emily in the face, and accepted the kiss Emily gave her. Nina wondered if she could taste the material of the dildo. Emily smoothed Nina’s hair out from where she had tugged it. Finally, Nina said, “However you want it.”
Emily stuck her tongue out. “According to you, I won’t feel it, so it shouldn’t be my decision.”
Nina thought over her options again. She imagined Emily seeing her face, undoubtedly embarrassing if she was going to be getting fucked into a mattress. She wasn’t sure her libido or her ego would be able to handle that. “From behind,” she said, meekly.
“Great choice. You have a nice ass,” Emily said, so matter-of-factly. “On your hands and knees, then, baby doll.”
Nina had second thoughts. What was more damaging: having Emily watch her face as she got pounded, or getting on all fours like a bitch in heat? She couldn’t win. She supposed she *would* win though, in a way, if getting fucked by a strap-on was anywhere near as pleasurable as Emily claimed it was. Nina stripped off her boxers and got into position, then decided that hands and knees wasn’t the route she wanted to go down. She buried her face in the pillow, her back sloped downward.
If Emily had any complaints, she didn’t name them. Instead, she began to grope Nina’s ass, an opportunity that Nina rarely allowed her. “I’m having the time of my life. Just so you know. I’d die happy right now, smothered in your ass cheeks.”
“Can you stop being a clown for ten seconds?”
“Aww. What’s wrong?” Nina jumped a little too hard when Emily’s fingers searched her opening. Nina hated how she melted beneath Emily’s touch, but, God, did she love it. “Getting impatient, love? Maybe I should play tough with you tonight, since you want to be that way. What do you think about waiting for it?” Nina didn’t reply immediately, waiting for Emily to get on with the show. However, the teasing was far from over. Emily leaned over, whispering right next to Nina’s cheek just how Nina had imagined. It was unfair, how Emily ensnared Nina like that. “How about I shove my dick down that throat of yours all night? Hm? Instead of letting you cum, I’ll just watch you suck me off. Would you like that, or do you want to apologize?”
“Jesus,” Nina breathed. Emily giggled, but it was far from a break in her character. No, in fact, it contributed to it. She was having *fun* toying with Nina. “Yes, yes, please…sorry. Sorry.”
“I think I’ll clown around as much as I’d like.” Nina bit her tongue. Any other situation would warrant a stiff response, but they had slipped into their roles, and Nina had to play along…if she planned on getting off, that is. “But I’d like to get on with the show, if you’re ready.”
Nina nodded, then remembered that Emily liked to hear her voice when they were getting so intimate. “Yes, please.”
There was a brief moment of silence before Emily said, “Before we start…are you in the mood for anything special tonight?”
That could have meant anything, from blindfolds to handcuffs to calling each other certain names. Nina was already feeling overstimulated, though, and they hadn’t even started the main event. “I’d like you to, um…be rough, but talk all sweet.”
Nina knew she didn’t express herself well, but Emily seemed to understand. “I hope I wasn’t too forceful, just now.”
“No, you’re fine,” Nina said quickly. Some nights, she wanted Emily’s words to be more aggressive than that. “Just not tonight. Like…” Nina shifted, and Emily’s hand stilled. Nina was glad. It was difficult to focus when she was being fondled. “My body wants it mean, but my *mind* wants it nice.”
“You want me to spoil you while I’m fucking you senseless?” Emily giggled. “Hm. I like that.”
Emily draped herself across Nina’s sweating back, running her hands up Nina’s sides then groping her breasts. Nina felt the dildo between her legs, wet with saliva and so close to home but not quite there. Nina reached back and felt herself, the slickness between her lower lips. Emily moved Nina’s hand away, not too forcefully, but excitedly.
“Don’t worry, love. It’s coming,” Emily said, soothing. Nina almost didn’t believe her, after all of the buildup, but then she felt the bulbous head of the strap-on pressing against her entrance.
There was just enough give for Nina to know she was soaking wet, but her walls still gripped the shaft like a vice. “Fuck,” Nina sighed, tensing as Emily’s dick sank into her.
“You’re so tight, hon,” Emily said, with much praise. Nina couldn’t thank her, because Emily was starting to thrust, and Nina’s mind went cloudy. “You’re doing so good.”
There was little time for Nina to get adjusted before Emily really got started, gripping both of Nina’s hips and pulling her back with each thrust. Nina could feel her arousal running down her legs, could hear the wet slap of skin when Emily’s hips hit hers. Every thrust sent a hot spiral down both of Nina’s legs. With the way Emily was moving, Nina wasn’t sure she’d be walking right for the next twenty-four hours.
Nina hid her face in the pillowcase, took it between her teeth. She was glad Emily had stopped speaking, because she might not have been able to handle much more. Emily was breathing hard, though, either because of her exertions or because of her arousal. Nina wanted to ask, but she was still speechless, with Emily pressing her into the sheets and fucking her so ravenously. Nina was used to Emily being a bit talkative when they were making love, and it was strange to hear her so quiet and focused.
Instead, Nina was the noisier one, a surprising change. She couldn’t form words, not right then, but she could moan with a startling amount of volume. Emily definitely liked it, her nails scratching at Nina’s hips harder and harder every time Nina moaned into the pillow. For a moment, she paused, and Nina looked back with judgemental eyes. Emily smiled at Nina, chest heaving. She was putting her hair into a ponytail with a blue hairtie. “Can’t have any distractions, now, can we?”
Nina pressed her hips back just enough so that Emily would feel it. Emily gasped, and Nina wondered if she was gasping at the sight or if the harness had brushed against her clit. Whatever it was, Emily was newly inspired, wrapping her arms around Nina’s midriff and rolling her hips.
Then, it became less of a rolling motion and more of a sharp thrust, bumping against Nina’s g-spot with vigor. The feeling of the strap-on inside of her was magical, incredible, but the most amazing thing was the energy Nina felt coming off of Emily. The staggering feel to her thrusts as they got faster, the hardening of her pink nipples against Nina’s back, the wet puffs of breath every time she threw herself forward…Nina hated being in close quarters, normally, especially when things got as sticky and heated as they were getting, but it was hard to care about such trivial things when she was feeling so good and Emily was feeling so good and her mind was going too haywire to notice.
“You’re so beautiful, Nina. You know that? You’re fuckin’ drop-dead gorgeous,” Emily said. She was laying it on too thick with the praise, Nina thought. It wasn’t fair, because she knew that Nina was so weak to that. “Wish I could fuck you like this forever, over and over until you can’t take it anymore. Would you want that, baby? Hm?”
*God, yes,* Nina wanted to say, but she just couldn’t form the words. Emily understood her, unwrapping one arm from Nina’s body to hold Nina’s shaking hand. Nina tried to quiet herself and the shameless whimpers that she was making, but it was near impossible, with Emily getting faster and harder until the headboard was making scratches on the wall. Their fingers laced together, and Nina became more unabashed with her screams of pleasure. She said Emily’s name, over and over, along with all sorts of filthy pleas that she’d have never said before. Emily listened to it all, only speaking to encourage Nina and occasionally tease her about how depraved she was being.
Before long, Emily’s words of praise turned to words of demand, although gentle. “You wanna cum for me?” Her voice was hardly a mumble then, her lips pressed against Nina’s earlobe.
“Please,” Nina said, weakly, barely incoherent. Emily laughed, and Nina couldn’t help a little chuckle with the tiny bit of breath she had left in her lungs.
“Tell me what you need, then.”
Nina didn’t know what she needed. More than anything, she wanted Emily. She’d gone wild in that time, from fearing touch to craving it more than life itself. Having Emily’s skin on her wasn’t enough. She wanted it all. “I need you. I…I love you, Em.”
“You’re so cute,” Emily said. Her thrusts stopped for a moment, and she kissed Nina on the cheek. Nina could feel the smile in the shape of her lips. “You know what? I love you, too, teddy bear.”
*Then keep going.* Nina didn’t say it. She merely thought it, and then Emily was moving again, at the same pace, bringing Nina to the same high. Nina let go of Emily’s hand, although reluctantly, when Emily brought it down to Nina’s cunt and started to explore. Her middle finger found Nina’s clit and circled it with ease, even with her animalistic thrusts. Nina’s heart skipped a few beats. “Fuck, Em, I can’t, I’m already—”
Nina’s voice collapsed, and so did her body. She slumped into the sheets, and Emily followed her down, not slowing her hips even a little bit. Nina liked to be overstimulated when she came, and Emily always provided, pushing Nina over the edge harder and harder until Nina couldn’t stand it.
It was almost as if Nina had blacked out for a moment; all she felt was her body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession, and Emily’s skin on hers, and then she was laying on her side and Emily was spooning her from behind. She couldn’t have been out that long, if she was, she decided. Her and Emily were still breathing hard, and, more curiously, the dildo was still inside of her.
Emily planted a few kisses on Nina’s neck, and Nina groaned lightly in response. “That was amazing,” Emily said, almost as if *she* was the one who had gotten fucked silly. “I could go all night. If my hips weren’t getting sore…”
“Is it really that bad?”
“What, you wanna give it a go?” Nina tried to imagine it. Her, wearing a strap-on? Well, it wasn’t exactly impossible. She imagined Emily riding her, though, not getting fucked from behind. And she’d be sitting up, and they’d be face to face, and Emily would make those lovely faces that she always made when she was feeling good… “I, uh, guess that’s a no.”
“No, it’s a ‘let me sleep on it’,” Nina said. And she would definitely be sleeping good that night, with the way Emily had left her. Her right leg was still feeling a little strange. But she wouldn’t be sleeping, not yet. “Strap-ons aside, what do you want me to do for you?”
Emily made a hum of thought, sounding almost surprised, as if she hadn’t expected reciprocation. She moved a little closer to Nina. The dildo moved a bit, too, and Nina cringed. As if she’d read Nina’s mind, Emily said, “Let’s start by getting this harness off.”
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