by A. L. Brooks
Sarah scrambled across the bed to pick up the condom packet, ripping it open and discarding the wrapper haphazardly on the floor. Bethany walked over, keeping her gaze locked on Sarah’s. When she was close enough, Sarah reached out with trembling hands and slowly rolled the condom into place.
It was one of the sexiest things Bethany had ever seen.
“On your back, Sarah,” she said huskily, “I want to see you when I fuck you.”
Sarah groaned and rolled back onto the bed to lay with her legs open. Bethany had researched this sexual act and knew that you could never have too much lubrication, so as she climbed onto the bed, she brought the bottle of lube with her.
“I’m going to go slow,” she said, stroking down Sarah’s body with one hand. “Because although I don’t actually feel that nervous right now, I really want to do this right. Okay?”
Sarah nodded. “More than okay. I do like it hard and rough sometimes, but slow right now will be perfect.”
She gasped as Bethany tweaked one of her nipples, rolling it and tugging it with her fingertips, then following that up with her mouth and teeth. It felt odd, having the dildo kind of bouncing between her legs as she bent forward, but it didn’t actually get in the way of anything, so she ignored it. As it touched Sarah’s belly, however, her lover gasped, and Bethany glanced up at her as she sucked on a hard nipple.
“Bethany,” Sarah breathed, tortuously.
She pulled her mouth away from the delicious, fat nipple.
“Already?” she asked, smirking.
“Oh, God, yeah.”
She also couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like to be inside Sarah. She’d had her fingers deep inside her lover many times already, but she knew fucking her with a dildo would be an entirely different experience. So yes, this time, she’d let Sarah have her way. Next time, however… The thought made her smile as she shuffled backwards down the bed. She reached for the lube and squirted a generous dollop into her left hand. Finding Sarah’s gaze again, she slowly applied it to the dildo, smiling as Sarah moaned loudly at the action.
Then, carefully, and with many small movements from side to side and back and forth, she positioned herself so that the head of the dildo was snuggled up against Sarah’s entrance. Even that sight nearly blew her mind; Sarah’s wide open legs, the waiting dildo, the tension in Bethany’s own thighs as she momentarily held her position, all of it conspired to leave her shaking with desire.
“Baby, please.” Sarah’s voice was a ragged whisper, and the term of endearment—the first one Sarah had used, Bethany vaguely registered—caused a whimper to escape her own throat.
“Yes,” she breathed, and moved just enough to push the head of the dildo an inch or so inside her lover.
Sarah moaned, and whimpered, and opened her legs wider as she brought her heels up to push against Bethany’s backside.
“More,” she begged, and Bethany obliged, unable to resist Sarah’s pleas, unable to hold back from pushing deeper, needing to know what it would feel like to be buried within. She glanced down to watch the purple silicone disappearing inside Sarah’s body, and her own pussy clenched in response. She’d fantasised about the act, but she could never have imagined what an effect it would have on both her mind and her body.
When she had carefully pushed all the way in, she paused, braced on her forearms, her gaze locked on Sarah, who was only just managing to keep her eyes open.
“Fuck me,” Sarah said, firmly. “Fuck me, please.”
So Bethany did. Slow at first, making sure she understood how to keep a rhythm, how to balance herself and still be able to thrust in and out. But then faster, and slightly harder, as her burgeoning confidence and Sarah’s breathy cries urged her on. Every now and then she glanced down to watch what she was doing, to feel as if she were starring in her own movie, watching herself from the outside as she fucked this beautiful woman. She was aware of the sounds in the room, and of the base of the dildo pressing tantalisingly close to her own clit, but her focus was on one thing, and one thing only: bringing Sarah as much pleasure as she could.
Sarah’s hands were frantic on her back, her heels digging deeper into the soft cheeks of Bethany’s backside. A slick sheen of perspiration formed between their chests; Bethany was now laying almost on top of Sarah, her hands clutching at Sarah’s shoulders as she pumped her hips in an ever-increasing frenetic dance.
“Can you come from this alone?” Bethany managed to ask, her throat rasping with the effort.
“Not quite,” Sarah panted.
“Then please, touch your clit. I want to hear you, Sarah. I want to feel you come with me inside you.”
“Oh, God.”
Sarah slipped a hand from behind Bethany’s back down between their bodies, and moments later Bethany could feel her rubbing hard at her clit, harder than Bethany had ever touched her there. She stored that bit of information away for future use, then concentrated on maintaining her rhythm and giving Sarah just that extra inch of room so that she could bring herself off.
It didn’t take long—within a couple of minutes Sarah was jerking her hips, her free hand digging into Bethany’s shoulder blade, her legs spasming as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, once, then held it for a moment, before the rest of the sound leaked out of her throat in fits and starts as Bethany continued to fuck her. Bethany’s own heart was pounding; the closeness she felt to Sarah in this moment was making her eyes well up with unnameable emotions. She wanted to smother Sarah in kisses, hold her close, and never let her go.
Sarah’s eyes snapped open, and she murmured, “Enough, thank you” and Bethany slowed immediately, making sure she didn’t stop or pull out too quickly. She collapsed slightly on top of Sarah, her arms giving way, the dildo still nestled deep within Sarah but not moving now.
“Can I stay inside you, for a little while?” Bethany whispered, staring down at her. “Please?”
Sarah nodded, and kissed her, and kissed her again. “As long as you want,” she said, kissing her way along Bethany’s jaw. “As long as you want.”
Chapter 20
The sun reflected off the window, obscuring the view of the shop inside. Still, Sarah was hyperaware of the products on display. She shuffled her feet and coughed but didn’t move towards the door. In the window, she caught the reflection of Bethany’s easy smile, as if she frequented sex-toy stores all the time.
Bethany smirked at her, and Sarah chuckled.
Look at her, standing there all cocky.
Not that she didn’t have every right to be cocky—ten glorious months together had made sure of that. Bethany had changed. No longer the timid, yet forthright, woman Sarah had first approached in this very shop, now she was simply forthright, totally dominant in their bedroom, and Sarah loved it. She loved it especially because in the rest of their lives together they were perfectly balanced—it wasn’t in Bethany’s nature to try to dominate other than in the bedroom, but Sarah knew that in a way she did. She kept Sarah on the path—whenever she wobbled, and that was far less frequent these days, Bethany was there, stronger than Sarah would have imagined.
Her heart raced as she stared at her lover.
Thank God for this shop.
Thank God for that day when Bethany had come into her life. It was still early yet, but Sarah knew; this was the one. The woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. And next month in Paris, Bethany’s favourite city, she hoped she’d get Bethany’s agreement when she proposed on the banks of the Seine. The ring had been burning a hole in Sarah’s pocket for a week now since she’d collected it from the jeweller’s. If someone had said to her a year ago that she’d be happily planning to marry, she would have laughed them out of the room. But now, the thought thrilled her.
Bethany looked at her quizzically. “You okay?”
Sarah grinned. “Oh, yes,” she said, strolling over to
her. “Come on, what are we waiting for—I thought you promised me paddles?”
Bethany’s cheeks flushed, and Sarah’s pussy throbbed as wetness flooded her bikini briefs.
Dammit, another pair heading straight for the wash when we get home.
“Okay,” Bethany squeaked, and Sarah smiled before dropping a soft kiss on her lips.
Bethany brushed her fingertips over Sarah’s cheek, her gaze so full of love it made Sarah’s stomach plummet as if she were on a rollercoaster.
Then Bethany turned and walked up the two steps into the shop, and Sarah followed, her hand at the base of Bethany’s spine, her fingers tingling and her heart soaring.
About A.L. Brooks
A.L. Brooks currently resides in London, although over the years she has lived in places as far afield as Aberdeen and Australia. She works 9–5 in corporate financial systems and spends many a lunchtime in the gym attempting to achieve some semblance of those firm abs she likes to write about so much. And then promptly negates all that with a couple of glasses of red wine and half a slab of dark chocolate in the evenings. When not writing she likes doing a bit of Latin dancing, cooking, travelling both at home and abroad, reading lots of other writers’ lesfic, and listening to mellow jazz.
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