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Carson's body thrummed with need, with power. with obsession, as she led her wife to their room. They were both completely naked, save the ropes that were still tied to her wife. How she got lucky enough for Greta to be hers, she'd never know, but fuck if she wasn't grateful every fucking day.
She did know how rare it was to find someone who matched your kink and your passion. Someone you trusted explicitly, who felt the same about you. Someone you couldn't get enough of, even after years together.
Walking into their room, Carson turned to her wife and ordered, “get on the bed & spread your pretty legs. But do not touch yourself!"
She couldn't help but smirk when her wife scrambled to do as she was told. Greta was desperate for her already, just like Carson liked her. She also knew the longer she made Greta wait, the more intense everything would be.
The room wasn't quite dark yet, but it would be soon and that just wouldn't do. Feeling her wife's eyes on her, or more accurately the strap between her legs, Carson took her sweet time walking to their nightstand. Reaching into the drawer, she slowly pulled out a lighter, flicking the Bic to light a candle.
Peaches & cream soon permeated the air, and Carson strolled to the other nightstand to repeat the same. Greta shifted on the bed, drawing Carson's attention. "Carse," she whimpered. "I need you."
"Of course you do. You're a greedy little thing," Carson dismissed. As if delaying their gratification wasn't killing her too. Like her need wasn't in control.
“Oh fuck," Greta moaned. A delightful sound that had a direct line to Carson's clit.
Squirming in anticipation, her lover pressed her thighs together, seeking relief the brunette wasn't willing to give. Not yet anyways.
Moving onto the bed, Carson used both her knees to knock and hold Greta's long legs open. Hovering over her wife, she scolded, "and you still don't listen." Dropping her voice an octave, she added, “but you will. Roll that sexy ass over."
“Fuck, Shaw," her wife panted, flipping over and then pulling herself onto all fours, her perfect ass right front of Carson.
Unable to resist the temptation, she smacked one cheek and then the other. Greta's pleased whimpers shooting right between Carson's legs. Sheer willpower was the only thing stopping her from allowing them both to come, right now. Well, that and knowing how much her wife really liked when she had full control.
Brushing fingertips softly along tender heated skin, her wife was already writhing beneath her. The spark between them sizzled in the air. Basking in it, Carson's body was connected to Greta's even where they weren't touching.
She knew it was the same for Greta, so Carson ran one finger down her ass so lightly it must have tickled. Breathy giggles turned into a gasp when she reached the abundance of her wife's arousal.
Teasing her entrance, Carson teased, "you want to be a good girl so bad. But you're my dirty girl, aren't you?" “Your pussy is so wet, just aching to be fucked."
"Please," her wife mewled, wiggling, desperate for more.
Ignoring her own insistent need throbbing between her legs, Carson slowly lined her strap up with Greta's entrance. Hands firmly gripping Greta's hips, Carson claimed possession of her wife's need, slowly pushing in.
Greta tried to set the pace, sinking onto the strap. Carson tightened her hold. Her lover groaned when she realized she couldn't fuck herself until Carson allowed it.
And she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Not when her wife was damn near feral in her want. Unable to help herself, so fucking needy, Greta reached between her own legs.
Letting go of her lover’s hips, Carson swatted her hand away. Grabbing both of Greta's arms, she thrust hard enough to knock the redhead forward. Pinning long arms to the mattress, Carson lay over her wife, still deep inside, but not yet moving.
“Please, Shaw,” Greta cried.
Fuck! The sexiest woman she had ever known wanted her with a ferocity that still took Carson's breath away. It took her a moment to be able to ask, "please what?"
"Please make me come," Greta panted, and Carson wasn't sure there were more intoxicating words.
Lost in her own overwhelming need, Carson moved one hand up Greta's arm, across her neck and into her hair. A firm grip at her scalp, and Carson was yanking her lover towards her. Biting her wife's earlobe and then sucking it between her lips, she insisted, “mine."
Thrusting her hips against Greta's ass, the strap between her legs hit deep inside her wife's pussy. Claiming her. Marking her. Reminding that Carson knew exactly what her wife wanted.
“Fuck yes,” Greta choked out.
“Then leave your arms where they are," Carson ordered, still with a firm grip on her wife's head. With the other she moved back to Greta's hip for leverage.
Her wife didn't dare disobey this time, too desperate for Carson to continue. "Good girl," she praised, rewarding Greta with moving the hand from her long looks & taking it all the way down to Greta's clit.
Carson rubbed furious circles against her wife's pleasure as she pounded into her, fast and furious. The pressure from each thrust stroking against her own need, creating the most delightful friction, bringing herself close to the edge too.
“Fuck, Shaw, please let me come," Greta begged. Her Voice broken up, body stiffening. Entire existence ready to clench around Carson, who promptly pulled out.
“Why?" Greta argued, not impressed she was yanked back from the edge of bliss.
Intent on dragging this out as long as her body physically allowed her to, Carson said, "you see, wife, I don't think you're sorry for touching what's mine. For coming without permission. So now, you aren't allowed to touch. You can just watch while I fuck myself.”
The sounds coming from her wife were somewhere between pleas and curses as Carson fought hard to prolong the enticing inevitable. She tied both of her wife's wrists to the metal bar on their headboard.
The trust, the passion, the need in her wife's eyes, sent a jolt of pleasure to her heart that soon pulsed through Carson's body. What a gift that being this connected to someone was. Something she hadn't even thought possible before meeting Greta.
Honest conversations allowed them to play like this, to know they were safe letting go. Giving in to the intense urges that fueled their relationship. The overwhelming need to be one.
"You drive me wild," Carson admitted, yanking the strap off her hips, and throwing it somewhere behind them.
So on edge, she knew it wouldn't take long to give herself a little relief, Carson met her wife's eyes, before dropping one hand to her clit and rubbing intently. Her core was pulsing in excitement, knowing she'd soon explode in pleasure
Greta's eyes flitted between Carson's face and her pussy. Biting her lip, Greta couldn't keep still, her body shaking with raw need. The knowledge that she is the cause, that her wife wanted her that much is what threw her over the edge.
It felt good, of course it did. But it wasn't enough. Greta ruined her for anyone else, including herself. Reduced to how much that made her body thrum with desire, Carson growled and dove for her lover.
Buried right between Greta's legs, she devoured the goddess before her. Licked & sucked and let her wife’s pleasure spill from her mouth. When she felt Greta was close, Carson buried two fingers as deep as she could, curling to press the button of bliss inside her wife,
Greta came so hard, her entire body seized-as she cried, "oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" riding her orgasm out on Carson's face. Any harder she would have broken Carson’s nose as ecstasy ripped through her.
Lost in it all, she only knew she needed more. Needed Greta to touch her and fuck her, and for her to do the same, until they couldn't take it anymore. Until they felt each other in the days to come
Untying her wife so she was free to do whatever she pleased, Carson's chuckles were cut off, when Greta said, "it's about damn time," and flipped them over. Fuck, she was the luckiest fool on the planet.