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In the backseat of their Uber, Carson squirms uncomfortably. Her soaked panties are useless now, but that isn’t the reason she is so eager to get home. No, that honor belongs to her deliciously dirty girlfriend sitting beside her, taunting Carson with just the ghost of a touch along her inner thighs.
When Greta’s long fingers, complete with a Carson’s vagina-approved dark red manicure, venture close, so fucking close, the brunette couldn’t prevent the gasp from loudly escaping her. Greta inches her fingers back before sinking her nails into sensitive flesh. Carson’s brown eyes fly up, meeting the driver’s curious ones in the mirror.
The man, with a forgettable name like John or Jeff or Joe, immediately looks away without comment, well on his way to a five-star review.
Carson turns to Greta and breathes, “you are so bad.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Greta purrs, hooded eyes dark with lust and sparkling with mischief. She’ll be the death of Carson yet. But to want her to stop?
“N…No,” she stutters, proud of herself for even getting that out as Greta’s hands again begin to move, her fingertips grazing just slightly harder than before. Without conscious thought, Carson arches into her lover's touch.
A wave of pleasure rushes south, and she closes her eyes to soak it all in. To tune out the driver, the traffic, and the buildings that are passing by in a blur. Now, her world consists of only Greta, just how she likes it best.
With a flick of her wrist, the redhead’s palm presses just right against Carson’s clit. Like a universal remote, the pressure not only causes a low moan to rumble from her chest, but her legs also fell open on their own accord. With a disapproving tsk, Greta pulls her hand away completely.
Long ago addicted to the feel of her lover’s fingers on her, the withdrawals were instant. “Wh…what?!” Desperate eyes meeting dark ones.
Her girlfriend’s breath is hot on her neck as she leans in and whispers, “you’ve been a bad girl, Shaw.”
Fuck! Maybe so, but her punishment, so far anyway, hasn’t been enough to deter her. Trying to be as enticing as possible, Carson leans all the way into her lover’s space and husks, “but baby…”
What Greta deems her sexy voice, works to distract the redhead just long enough for Carson to wrap her fingers around her lover’s bicep, stroking side boob, hungry for so much more.
Greta inhales shakily, and her voice isn't any stronger when she argues, “kn…kno…knock it off, you scamp.” Pushing off Carson’s chest, Greta backs herself into the door. With distance comes Greta’s ability to speak as she chides, “you’ve already had us putting on quite the show tonight.”
Eyes on Greta’s pretty face, Carson shakes her head in genuine disbelief, “me?!”
They must have been at two different bars. The brunette is pretty sure she had just been a part of the scenery, who’s territory her lover had marked. Though, she is definitely sure she didn’t mind it at all.
Of course, it wasn’t really necessary, Greta marked her soul the moment they met. No woman would, or could, change that. But fuck, it feels good to be wanted so viscerally.
Doubling down on her crazy, Greta insists, “yeah, you. Looking all sexy and letting some little ho-ho have my seat.”
“Ohh,” the driver interjects, apparently not interested in his rating, or his tip after all.
Her red curls bouncing with that cute little head bob she does, Greta exclaims, “right?!" before batting her eyelashes at Carson and then asking him, “would you let somebody take your girl’s seat?”
“I wouldn’t let anyone take your seat,” the objectively handsome fella, Mr. tall, dark, and handsome smoothly replies.
Her spidey senses tingling, screaming red alert, red alert, Carson spits, “yeah well, she’s a lesbian, and very taken.”
A step away from punching ole boy in the back of his stupid head, even if he is the one driving, Greta’s giggles probably save all their lives. Being the salve to every slight Carson has ever endured, the redhead makes everything even better when she interlocks their fingers, grounding Carson with her comforting touch.
Still giggling, Greta excuses, “don’t mind my girl. She’s just now realizing she’s still in trouble.”
Squeezing Carson’s hand with a smirk on her pretty face tells the brunette just what kind of punishment she's in for. Seduction spills from Greta’s pores. An, I’m going to ruin you, energy radiates off her body. Carson is here for every bit of it.
Fuck. Top Greta doesn’t come out often, but when she does? Carson becomes a useless ball of need, reduced to nothing but her desires. The only one Carson has ever wanted to rail her. Forget the panties, her jeans are probably wet now too.
The last few minutes of the ride are silent, the only thing remaining is the electric current that flows between them. By the time they are exiting the car, and Greta is promising a fat tip to her brand-new second biggest fan, Carson is beyond ready to get inside already.
But in all the excitement, she forgot one important thing. This goddess she worships has more will power than a mere mortal would. What if her beauty is the beast and wants nothing more than to continue torturing her?
It seems likely as Greta’s sinfully long legs have a dramatically smaller gait than normal, and she resists any efforts to speed them up as they walk into their apartment building. Missing their connection and reaching out to grab her, Carson deftly gets denied. Then in a flash, Greta is pinning her to the wall at the bottom of the stairs, stealing her breath.
Close enough to kiss her, but choosing not to, Greta taunts, “I’m pretty sure I told you no touching.”
“Still?” Carson whines as she shuffles, desperate for even the slightest bit of friction.
“Still,” Greta confirms. Then pointing up the stairs she adds, “you first.”
“Why?” Carson asks, unable to help questioning the strange request. They pretty much always take the wide steps together, just like they do everything else.
Eyes staring demandingly, Greta purrs, “I like to watch you.”
Carson might be goofy as fuck on a good day but knowing how much her girlfriend wants her is just the boost her confidence needs. Floating as she struts up the stairs, shaking that ass. She could feel the redhead drinking her in, and the warmth spreads through Carson’s chest as if she were drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter day.
They are almost to the landing when a slapping hand stings her flesh. Fuck! Her thighs clenching together proves she likes it just as much as Greta who pervs, “that ass tho!”
“Maybe I should make you jealous on purpose next time we go out. Your possessiveness is really fucking hot.”
“I don’t suggest it,” Greta warns from directly behind her as they reach the top of the stairs. “You being oblivious to other women is the only reason you didn’t catch these hands.”
Carson laughs heartily as she replies, “god, I love you.” Because fuck, she really does. Even if others might call her girlfriend’s territorial tendencies toxic, Carson feels just as strongly about their monogamy and doesn’t see a problem. Why pretend they wouldn’t lose their shit, if they would?
Turning around to kiss her one and only, Greta not only allows it, but instantly deepens it, all while backing Carson to their front door. As soon as they get close, Greta stops and says, “I love you too, Carse. And as long as you never forget who you belong to, that will never change.”
“I could never!” Carson exclaims. She’d rather die than hurt the love of her life like that. She'd searched a long time for someone who would love her, respect her, and fuck her senseless every chance she got. Only a fool would let their everything go, and Carson might be a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them.
Her body hums when Greta licks her lips and nods towards their entrance, “be a good girl then, and open the door.”
Yeah, she could do that. Fumbling in her pocket for their key, Carson yanks it out victorious. If only she didn’t have butterfingers when she tries to use it, she could have almost passed as smooth. Greta chuckling when Carson bends to pick it up, proves she is not. Though, her lover smacking her ass again makes it worth it.
Shaking in anticipation, Carson struggles way more than necessary, but finally, she gets the door open and ushers Greta inside. Just past the threshold, the redhead reaches around her and slams the door shut before leaning against it.
Pointing at the plush dark gray rug that fits with the modern décor of their apartment, Greta insists, “get on your knees, Shaw. Prove to me whose girl you are.”
“Damn, baby,” Carson groans, dropping without hesitation. Her own pussy throbs with desire, her wetness dripping down her thighs.
Of course she isn’t the only one, Carson could feel just how much her lover wants this as she slides her hands up Greta’s dress and reaches for the soaked panties stuck to her girl’s most intimate spot.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Carson says in awe. Her mouth watering in anticipation, she curls her fingers under lace, and begins to slide them off her lover’s hips, until said woman shimmies free.
Carson, the loyal subject ready to serve at, and for, the pleasure of her queen, looks up, meeting dark eyes already staring down at her. Her lover growls, “did I say you could touch me?”
Fuck! Why is Greta playing hard to get so fucking sexy? Why is Carson so in? She didn’t even think it's possible to want her girl more, and here she is, a freak on the leash, damn near feral for bossy Greta.
Even the arch of the redhead’s eyebrows is sexy as fuck as she expectantly waits Carson’s reply. The brunette couldn’t make it too easy on her, so like a brat she argued, “I am on my knees for you, baby, what else could you possibly want?
Greta’s filthy grin does things for her. So does her purring, “for you to be a good girl and put your mouth on me, without using your hands,” as she hikes up her dress, and holds it above her waist.
Carson doesn’t have to be told twice. She leans forward, her lips covering Greta’s sodden lace. Hot mouth tasting the very essence of her girlfriend. Like eating through a wrapper, it isn’t enough. She moves her head to the side, making room to slip her tongue underneath the panties blocking her way to the promised land, and slides the barrier away.
With the access she so desires, Carson tongues a long swipe along the very best thing she's ever had in her mouth. She laps at her lover’s soaking wet pussy, then buries her tongue straight into the source. Thrusting in and out, her nose provides friction against the redhead’s clit.
“Fuck, Shaw,” Greta whispers, burying long fingers into Carson’s hair and yanking her even closer. The tongue inside her lover sinks deeper, increasing the redhead’s need tenfold. The proof coating Carson’s tongue and dripping down her chin.
Aching knees be damned, only the need for oxygen has her shifting around. It’s kind of hard to breathe, even through your nose, when your entire face is buried in pussy. She holds off as long as she can, then gasps for breath as she leans up just slightly. Just enough to take Greta’s clit in her mouth and suck. Then alternates flicking her tongue across her lover’s bundle of most sensitive nerves.
The redhead gasps, yanking Carson’s hair hard enough to sting, showing no sign of the control she usually exhibits when she demands power. It's sure to give the shorter woman a headache later, but it doesn’t make her want to stop. They are too far gone already.
So completely in tune with her girl, Carson doesn’t need Greta’s pleasure for her ego, although that is a thing of wonder. No, the brunette needs her lover to experience every high life has to offer. Needs her soulmate to be so overcome with everything good, there is never any room left for anything bad.
That includes sex, obviously. And they fucking rock this. No one has ever fucked her like the glorious redhead who loosens her grip just enough to be able to push Carson’s head down slightly as she moans, “back inside, Shaw.”
“Yes ma’am,” Carson quips before diving back into the redhead’s heat. The delectable juices of Greta’s passion once again overwhelm her senses and leave her speechless outside her happy murmurs that vibrate her lover’s core.
Greta grips the back of the brunette’s head with one hand, then uses the other to furiously rub circles against her clit. At times, her knuckles knock into the bridge of Carson’s nose, but they quickly settle into a rhythm that mostly works. With the redhead’s legs trembling and her pussy beginning to tighten around Carson's tongue, Greta's words and breathing become increasingly erratic.
Knowing her lover is close, Carson redoubles her efforts, curling her tongue and thrusting with all she has. Instantly she is rewarded with Greta screaming, “fuck!” as an orgasm rips through her so powerfully her entire body shakes. Her heat pulls Carson’s tongue in and traps it there as her pussy clenches around it, until the tightness pushes her tongue out completely.
On wobbly legs, Greta’s body threatens to give out, and Carson rushes to hold her up, potential punishment be damned. Greta’s safety is always her first priority. Her lover allows the care Carson is known for, until she quits shaking…mostly.
Only then does she reach down for the brunette’s hands to help her up. As Carson stretches out her muscles, cramping from her position, Greta teases, “come on, Grandma. I’m not done with you yet.”