Page 9 of XX Love Affair

So Delia understood, to a point. She had always been more dominant in bed, but she comprehended the need for validation from so many lovers. The more strangers, the better. Strangers are the pickiest people of all. She lunged forward, her bare hips hitting Helena’s warm and wet pelvis. They swipe left before you can make a case for yourself. If a stranger chose her, then that meant she had some public worth. The less her hookups knew about her, the better.

“Anything,” Helena whispered. “Use me.”

It was tempting. Too tempting. Even though Delia was already locked between Helena’s legs, she could still turn back. The ultimate power move. Make her get herself off, play with her slightly, then leave. She would definitely be memorable, but at what cost to her pleasure? Helena had a body built for fun. She was mouthy, but those same lips knew their way around another person’s body, Delia bet. And she did love oral sex, both giving and receiving. Oh, who am I kidding? I love pussy. And breasts. And long, wild hair and feminine bodies that never quit, no matter what Delia threw at them in a private club room.

She kissed Helena before she had the chance to change her mind.

Good God… It was instant, wasn’t it? The way Helena responded to her heavy kiss could only be described as hungry. Her mouth was in Delia’s before the thought was reciprocated. Delia had to remember to move her hand off Helena’s throat before she accidentally choked such an excellent kisser, but Helena shoved it right back where it had been a moment before. If that’s what you want, sweetheart… It wasn’t all Helena wanted. Her legs were a vise grip around Delia’s waist, pulling her down deep, deeper, so deep that Delia was completely swallowed in this stranger’s embrace.

If Delia hadn’t wanted her before, well… who was she to tell Helena that they couldn’t make the most of this night?

“How am I supposed to fuck you if your pussy is right here?” Delia sneered into the plastic sheets as her hand hopelessly attempted to get between her stomach and Helena’s. Except Helena’s thighs refused to move away. Only up, down, and gravitationally deeper into the mattress. Delia followed, rubbing her mound against Helena’s. When she had the opportunity, she pulled the sheer dress up Helena’s body and grabbed her breasts. “Don’t you know I want it?” Her thumbs rolled across both of Helena’s nipples. She writhed, moaning in delight. “I thought I could have anything.” She silenced the meek shriek in Helena’s mouth with a kiss. “Release it to me,” she growled against Helena’s lips. “Now.”

Their undulating dance stopped long enough for Helena to lower her hips and spread her legs across the mattress. With her mouth clamped upon her lover’s, Delia shoved her fingers forward, ramming them deep into Helena’s body before she had the chance to playfully get away again.

“Oh, there it is, isn’t it?” Another opportunity to tame Helena using her thick hair came, and Delia took it. “Get fucked, sweetheart.”

“Hell, yes.” Helena clutched her for life. “Fuck me.”

“That’s not all I’m going to do, I promise you.” Delia didn’t acknowledge the awkward sensation on her wrist as she took Helena as hard as her arm let her. “I’m using you, too. You’re not leaving this club until I come.”

Helena was already coming again as Delia fucked her without even touching her clit. It was there, somewhere, but at that angle, all Delia cared about was exploring how deep this woman went. Deep, tight, and wet. To be twenty-one again. That was all Delia thought.

“Wouldn’t it be nice,” she said right between Helena’s breasts, “if you told me how much you like this attention?”

Helena went from moving in pleasure to adorning a mischievous smile. What was it like, turning off the pleasure when it was most convenient? “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Delia chuckled, still as deep as her fingers let her go. “You’re a brat.”

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with that.”

“Brats like you always have some witty comment locked and loaded.” Delia thrust her hand forward, sending Helena’s head back and her mouth gaping open. As a gasp of desire coursed between them, it was Helena’s hands grabbing and gripping the woman on top of her. “It’s fun at first. Then I want you to shut the hell up and get what’s coming to you.”

“Then shut me up.”

She wants to play truth or dare, but everything’s a dare. A woman couldn’t completely lock down one and the other. So how did Helena compensate for keeping every thought and feeling to her true self? She finds her number eight of the month. February still had a week left. So much potential for a young thing in lust. I’ll be extremely lucky to have another encounter before the end of the month. She wouldn’t be looking for it. Too much other shit to do – time went by too quickly now.

Women like Helena also made demands of the lovers giving her what she wanted. That was part of the game for her. Truth be told, Delia didn’t often get the chance to play with such willful young women. They either ran off with others, or they didn’t show up at all.

Helena was still here. She had shown up. Shouldn’t Delia take advantage of that?

She pulled away from Helena’s beautiful, mostly naked form. It almost pains me to do so… There was something anachronistically romantic about realizing that she might not see this girl again. If not soon, then ever. This could be their only chance to show one another what they could do. Not that Delia had a burning need to imprint herself upon every partner’s mind. She used them, after all, like they used her.

There was one way to ensure that was mutual.

I don’t normally like being so naked in this club, but… When the occasion called for it, Delia was one of the first out of her clothes. I think it calls for it now… She didn’t want any hindrance, any friction between herself and what she was about to do to Helena, a partner who didn’t care much for being pinned down by a woman facing away from her.

“You should probably take a deep breath back there.” Delia giggled at her joke as she lowered her thighs to Helena’s face. At least she doesn’t have to be told twice. If anything, Helena was too eager when she slammed her face upward and greeted Delia’s folds as if they hadn’t met in a long time. We’ve never met before at all! What the hell!

And why was that such a turn-on, knowing that her partner was more eager than anyone Delia had been with in the past two years?

“Fuck.” She had to brace herself against Helena’s lean thighs, holding back the sudden surge of head-punching pleasure that shuddered her whole body. Nobody went straight to trying to make Delia Benoist come, yet here was this stranger, all up in her business with a tongue that didn’t tire and lips that searched every inch of her mound for more. More what? God, if only Delia knew. The only word in her head was fuck.

What had she been doing? She hadn’t set out to only sit on Helena’s face. If she had wanted only that, she would be sitting the other way, rubbing her pussy all over this stranger’s face until she came hard enough to last herself a month. But Delia was this way, and no matter how much Helena impressed her in only a matter of seconds, there was another goal. Something that had brought Delia up into this particular position…

Right. She remembered the moment she opened her eyes and looked down between Helena’s legs, which were still spread open for anyone who wanted her.

Me. I want her.

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