All The Wrong Places Part 5

"A little. It's just lack of practice at being..." I didn't quite know what to call it.

"Submissive?"

I instinctively shook my head. "I don't think of myself as submissive."

Her smile was again kind, but a.s.sessing, as if I was providing her with more and more information and she would soon know exactly what I would be comfortable with. "It means different things to different women. Not submissive, then, but... willing to receive? Accept?"

I could hardly breathe again. Her fingers on my thigh curled slightly, as if taking possession of my skin. "Yes, very willing."

Her eyes were nearly closed when she said, "You're making my head spin. I very much want to take you to bed and find out what will make you scream."

"I'm not saying no to that." I hoped I somehow looked s.e.xy. I wasn't sure anymore. I had another swallow of bourbon. "I don't think it's going to take much effort."

"Not for the first, but we'll try for more, shall we?"

I hadn't known I could more than once until less. I cracked a smile. "Yes, please."

Both of her hands were on my thighs, edging them open. "I really want to f.u.c.k you right now."

I moaned and she heard me.

"I like women. I like the way they feel, the way they smell, the way they come. I like f.u.c.king women." She leaned between my parting thighs. "And I like to get f.u.c.ked by women, Brandy. How does that sound?"

I was much more at ease, though I couldn't tell if that was her sincerity or my rapidly escalating endorphins. "That sounds perfect."

Her hands slid under my hips, pulling me to the edge of the chair. Without hesitation of any kind, she lowered her head to the crotch of my tight workout shorts. I moaned loud and long at the feel of her teeth biting through the fabric.

As wet as I was the shorts fit like a second skin. Her tongue quickly created a furrow between my swollen lips and I tipped up to meet her.

She surged against me and the chair threatened to go over backward. Grappling for balance, she grasped my forearms and the arms of the chair, holding me in place.

Her mouth felt wonderful on me. It had been a very long time since I'd felt this. Tess didn't-she had offered, and I'd said no. It was somehow more intimate, more awkward. Maybe because she wasn't gay and besides, we did care about safe s.e.x and I didn't think I could ask her to do that for me through some sort of cling plastic wrap. It could have been a double yuck for her, I mean, it's just not what most people think of when they're glad they've got Glad. I had often wanted to taste Tess as well, but she had been with guys recently-at least I had a.s.sumed so-and at the moment I really, really wanted to feel Celine's tongue on me and I had no idea why I was thinking about Tess.

Celine sat back after a few minutes of delicious contact. My legs were trembling and she looked flushed, hungry even. "I could do that for hours, I think."

I took advantage of the moment to strip off my socks and shoes.

She grinned and said, "Don't stop there."

Feeling more confident by the minute, I sat up to peel off my Club Sandzibel tank top. As it cleared my head I felt her mouth biting my b.r.e.a.s.t.s through my sport bra. I cupped the back of her head and arched my back. Her hands went to the straps and she pulled them down my arms until the fabric slipped just below my nipples, framing them for her lips.

She sat back again, just looking. "You are incredibly s.e.xy."

"So are you," I answered. It wasn't original, but I meant it. She hadn't removed a st.i.tch of clothing, but her confidence and desire was palpable.

"Brandy, I want to... I'd like to arrange a few things so we don't have to stop later. I didn't think the moment I got close to you I'd want to shove my face into your c.u.n.t."

I gasped. I loved the way such raw words sounded in her sultry voice. "Can I help?"

"What I really want you to do is stay here." Her hands went under my a.s.s and I realized she was gripping my shorts, pulling them down. "Stay here like this. Waiting for me."

She grabbed the towel from the other chair and pushed it under me once the shorts were gone. I spread my legs and she was the one who gasped then.

"Yes, just like that. Will you stay like this, too?" She briefly circled my wrists and the arm of the chair with her hands, mimicking where ties might go. My nipples hardened in response. "Waiting for me?"

I nodded. With my bra pulled down below my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my arms were somewhat caught to my sides. I was glad of the towel because I was dripping.

Over the pounding of my heart I heard a suitcase being opened and other rustling noises. The rattan chair back wasn't that comfortable for resting my head, but I did lean back to relax, closing my eyes as well. The moment they were closed I could see Tess, looking down at me. Looking at my exposed places, puffed and wet, the way she had the first night we were together, after I'd lain exhausted and panting in her arms for a few minutes.

"I hadn't realized it was so beautiful," she'd said, rolling me over so she could look between my legs. "Incredibly beautiful."

I had pulled my wits together, still stunned to have discovered I could come more than once, and twined my fingers in her hair. Remembering what she had said about her needs on a night like that one, I'd said with more boldness than I'd thought possible for me, "I want to look at yours now. And then I want to f.u.c.k yours for the rest of the night."

The sound of Celine's footsteps brought me back to the moment and I slowly opened my eyes. She'd switched off most of the lights and the bedclothes had been turned back. Several more towels were stacked on the floor next to the nightstand. I saw all that in the instant before Celine herself took my breath away.

She'd removed the crochet pullover and her dark b.r.e.a.s.t.s were all the more visible through the sheer tank top. Equally sheer boxer shorts didn't hide the harness and toy. I know when I wore mine I sometimes felt gawky, and not quite sure how to stand or where to put my hands. She looked comfortable and well aware that her appearance was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. At that point the thought of feeling her inside me left me lightheaded.

"You look incredible," she said softly. "Waiting for me. Waiting for me to f.u.c.k you."

I could only nod. Holding back a whimper took the rest of my energy. I watched her take a pillow from the bed and set it on the cool tile floor in front of the chair. She knelt slowly, saying with a little smile, "I'm going to be here a while."

She caught my forearms again in her grip and stared at my small, hard nipples peeking over the top of my bra. Her gaze was so hot that I felt them swelling in response. She smiled, then quickly captured one between her lips.

Pressing hard with her mouth, she lifted my nipple slightly, then engulfed my breast completely. It was possessive and eager. She was going to devour me and after so many Paiges I was dying to be somebody's appetizer, entree and dessert.

The intensity of her mouth on my breast made my pulse race. I moaned and didn't care that she could hear me. There was something about the way she'd asked what I liked, what I was comfortable with, that made me willing to let her push my boundaries. I didn't think of myself as submissive, but right then I was willing to give it a try as long as she didn't stop.

She was biting my nipple hard enough to make me gasp, but not so hard that it hurt. It was a fine line and the only time she went over it my reflexive flinch brought her head up.

"I'm sorry, that was too hard, wasn't it?" She cupped my nipple protectively, soothing it as she gazed into my face.

"It's okay now," I whispered.

"I'll be more careful with you." Her warm tongue brushed lightly over my collarbone. "I don't want you to be anything but what you are."

"Me, too," I said weakly. "I mean-be what you are and I'll try to keep up."

"And what am I?"

I didn't know how to answer. My brain wasn't in operating condition. I could think of nothing clever or flattering. Only the truth came to mind. "The woman who is going to f.u.c.k me senseless."

She practically purred as she brought my hips to the edge of the chair. "This is what we both want now, isn't it?"

"Yes," I hissed. "Please."

She stood for a moment, her hips at my eye level. The shorts were so sheer that I could tell the toy was a deep purple, and thick. Thicker, perhaps, than I had felt before, but it wasn't too long for me.

I'd worn a harness myself, and with a shiver I recalled Tess's reaction when I'd had her watch me put it on. I'd been f.u.c.ked with toys, but nearly always held in my lover's or my own hand. It wasn't that I didn't want to be f.u.c.ked by strap-ons, it just seemed like most of my chosen bedmates preferred harness-free play. Celine was different from most of the women I'd been with, and at that moment I was pleased about that.

"Why don't you take it out?"

I was trembling as I sat up. I traced the outline of her toy with my hand and I knew that the way I was feeling it would have no trouble going inside me, and that was what I wanted. Hoa.r.s.ely, I said, "f.u.c.k me with this."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

Abruptly I realized that Celine was teasing me. It was just different than I was used to. All the talk about what she would do, what I liked-it was making me antic.i.p.ate all of the sensations that would eventually wash over me. I was as breathless as I'd been that first time-and every subsequent time-with Tess. Nervous, but breathless. I thought of that awkward moment when I'd shown Tess my favorite toy-I'd been shy, turned on, far from confident.

I wrapped my hand around Celine's d.i.l.d.o and pulled her slowly on top of me. The chair creaked as it took the weight of both of us. Aware that I was giving a kind of surrender I'd not experienced before, I said, "Tonight I think you can f.u.c.k me any way you want."

"I'm glad you like s.e.x," she whispered.

Celine's toy brushed my c.l.i.t and my whole body clenched. In my head I heard Tess whispering the same thing in my ear, "I'm glad you like s.e.x."

"Why wouldn't I?" I said it to Celine just as I'd said it to Tess.

"Try being with some guy who wants to do it like animals, but disses you in the morning for liking it too much," Tess had said. She'd let me roll her onto her back, then s.e.xily spread her legs so I could look at her c.u.n.t. I'd never seen one that wasn't beautiful, but hers seemed lusciously so. "I like s.e.x, Brandy, and tonight I need to drown in it."

Celine was saying, "Haven't you ever been with a woman who wants to do it like animals, but in the morning is ashamed of her own ferocity?"

"I'm not ashamed," I told Celine. "I like s.e.x, and I want you to f.u.c.k me." The antic.i.p.ation of her c.o.c.k sliding into me was so fierce that my vision swam with stars. I cupped her jaw with one hand and said fiercely, "I want to f.u.c.k you, too, however you want it. I want to feel you, too."

"We'll get there." Muscles rippled along her arms as she lowered herself onto me. "When you can't take any more."

I felt her fingers open me and I moaned and lifted my hips to her.

"Relax," she murmured. "Relax... we'll get to tight and hard. But right now just relax."

It wasn't just a toy any longer, not as it went into me. It seemed an extension of her pa.s.sion and I could see her eyes responding to my gasping moan. It was a part of her, her toy, her c.o.c.k, and she had put it on for me. Her smile was almost feral, and yes, we were going to f.u.c.k like animals and love every minute.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "That feels so very good."

I gripped her hips with my knees, giving her the best angle. She was fully inside me in moments and we paused to breathe together, then she was out of me and in again.

I yelped and grabbed her shoulders. "G.o.d, yes!"

We found a rhythm right away. She moved in me with sharp, quick strokes while I rose to meet her. Her c.o.c.k was wider than I was used to and it felt wonderful. I was wet, accepting, eager, pleading for more, and all the while watching her face and her pleasure as friction heated our skin.

The chair gave an abrupt, alarming creak and she scrambled to her feet. My back, I realized, was not happy with the position. We gave each other "should have known better" smiles and moved to the bed. I was about to sink onto my back again when she caught me in her arms from behind. I could feel her c.o.c.k against my a.s.s.

"I want you to really feel this." Her hands went to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, cupping and weighing. Then her fingertips caught each nipple with a sharp tug. I groaned, felt my p.u.s.s.y get impossibly more wet, then I was bending for her as she slid into me from behind.

I felt more full than I ever had before and her hands on my back, holding me in place, just made me hotter. I was on my tiptoes, and she began to really move. Clinging to the bed, I groaned out "yes" to every stroke. I needed to be taken care of more than I had been letting myself feel. Pleasure, more pleasure. I was grateful for Celine's power and confidence but I also recognized that she could only give that to someone who could take it.

I could take it. I stayed with her, holding off my climax for a long, long time. She flipped me over and we inched across the bed together, hips moving in rhythm. She paused only to add more lube, which felt cool on my overheated flesh. I was getting to the point of losing control when she clamped her hands on my shoulders and held me down.

"We're just getting started," she grunted in my ear. "Come if you need to and we'll just keep going."

Her teeth against my neck triggered a hard contraction, then I was shaking under her, convulsing so hard I nearly broke her grip. My insides were cramping from hyperstimulation while my c.l.i.t throbbed with pulse after pulse of pleasure. I might have cried, might have gone to sleep, but she was off of me before I stopped groaning, and her slippery hand was stroking my swollen, aching lips.

Fingers slid inside of me. I thought for a moment that my c.u.n.t had been too f.u.c.ked to feel it, then she pressed firmly on my G-spot.

"Holy Christ! Don't stop-"

"I'm not going to stop."

She circled it, rubbed it, lubed her fingers again and went back to ma.s.saging me. Every time she pressed in just the right way my legs went completely limp. I tensed, clamping down on her hand.

"No, honey, loosen up. Let me do this and it will feel wonderful. Relax and let me f.u.c.k you."

Tears started in my eyes and my mouth was watering.

"Oh, you are getting so wet," Celine cooed in my ear. "You're going to come again, aren't you?"

I nodded frantically. Her fingers were unbelievably expert. I felt open, exposed. She saw what I needed and gave that to me. I suddenly felt like I couldn't let her see me this way. She was a stranger, and a powerful one. She worked my body better than I did and the responsive flutters I could feel building in my c.u.n.t were starting to scare me.

"No, no," she whispered. "Don't get tense. Stay open. Let me in. Nothing will hurt, it's just going to feel so good. Just like this. This is all we're going to do until you want to let go."

I grappled for her shoulders, weakly trying to hold on. There were no muscles in my body. I'd become all p.u.s.s.y, all need, and that frightened me. I told myself not to be afraid. Not to resist. I liked s.e.x. It was okay to say yes, okay to come, okay to... okay to... cry out, to arch up, to feel waves of contractions so hard and close together that I couldn't breathe.

Celine moaned. "Dear heaven, yes, let it go, baby... oh, yes."

The sensation was a mix of opposites. I felt full and empty, wet and dry. Open for anything and so tight I couldn't believe her fingers could stay inside me. I wanted to cry and laugh, beg her to stop and plead with her to do more.

Then it was over and I was limp in her arms.

"Wow," Celine murmured some time later. "That was unbelievable."

Her face was all smiles with a definite helping of preening. I blushed slightly, feeling unbelievably shy and unattractive. I was covered in sweat, lying in a puddle and the hair on the back of my head had no doubt ratted into a snarled mess. "Mm-hmm."

"Oh, now don't get embarra.s.sed. That felt good, didn't it?"

"Yes," I said, still feeling sheepish. "I don't think I've quite ever... done that. Not like that." I thought of Tess, who knew exactly how I liked a handheld d.i.l.d.o to feel, but hadn't ever tried to f.u.c.k me with her hand. I wondered why not-was going inside me with her fingers, that deep and that hard, outside of what she was willing to do for a... friend? Or had I not told her that I could like that? "I'm finding it hard to catch my breath."

"That's okay. Just breathe. Cool down."

"Who's the trainer here?" I gave her what I hoped was a flirtatious look that implied at any moment I'd have the strength and drive to do her the way she'd done me. But it was going to take longer than a minute.

"Right now, I am," she answered with a grin.

"You're pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

"d.a.m.n right. Here," she handed me a towel. "You roll over to that side of the bed and I'll get rid of the wet ones."

Good lord, I was covered, I realized. Covered with the same salty, sticky residue that had coated Paige's legs this morning, but Paige hadn't been a shaking, hopeless, sh.e.l.l-shocked mess afterward. Celine was the best f.u.c.k I'd ever had.

That thought brought Tess to mind again. Tess didn't count. Tess and I didn't... We didn't f.u.c.k the same way. She wasn't a lesbian and we were just friends-it felt different with her. I wondered, then, if she was with that bleached blonde, getting f.u.c.ked, feeling the same kind of stunned completion I was feeling? Could she with someone else?

Was I satisfied? My body was limp, so why was my head spinning like something wasn't yet done? Celine wasn't done, that was true, but this confusion wasn't about Celine. It was something in my head I couldn't figure out. A surprise, something unknown, but I didn't know what it was.