Page 92 of Unbelievable You

We stripped each other quickly, laughing when my yoga pants got caught on my ankles and my hair tangled in her watch band.

This time I remembered to put down towels to protect the comforter as Stace adjusted the harness and put it on. I couldn’t stop watching her as she adjusted it and then added the strap.

“Oh,” I said, and she looked up at me.

“You like?” she asked, and there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

“Yes. Very much.” Much more than I thought I would. Or maybe it was just Stace. Everything she did was designed to turn me on.

“Yeah?” she asked, stroking the strap with one hand and oh fuck. Yeah. That was hot.

“You ready for me, baby?” she asked, stroking the strap again.

“Yes,” I gasped, nodding.

Stace climbed on the bed and straddled me, sitting back to stare down at me. She did that a lot. Just paused and looked at me in this way that made my breath catch. It was an overwhelming look.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” I said, making her meet my eyes. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here with you right now.”

Her smile was radiant.

“And we’re only getting started,” she said, stroking the strap again before she reached back and grabbed a small bottle of lube.

She slicked up her fingers as she leaned down to kiss me while she slid two fingers inside me and stroked my clit with her thumb. It didn’t take long until I was reaching for the strap and trying to get her to put it inside me while she laughed into my mouth at my eagerness.

“So ferocious,” she said.

“No, just ready,” I said, yanking on the strap again.

Stace added a little more lube before pressing the tip of the strap inside me.

“Yes, more,” I gasped, but she pulled all the way out and I growled at her.

“You’re so cute,” she said as I glared up at her.

“Come on, Stace,” I begged, grabbing her ass and trying to shove her back inside me.

She loved this teasing and I pretended to hate it.

Stace thrust inside me about two inches and froze. No amount of yanking on her ass or moving my hips would get her to go any further.

Stace just laughed. “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to bite you,” I said, baring my teeth.

“Sexy,” she said, and I pulled at her again, desperate.

“Please?” I asked and that turned out to be the magic word again.

Stace thrust her hips forward until the strap was fully inside me and I gasped as it filled me, my head falling back on the pillows.

Without pause, Stace withdrew her hips and slid back inside me, slower this time. Making me feel every single inch until I was almost crying.

“Fuck, Stace. Fuck.”

With just a few thrusts, she turned me into a shaking, panting, trembling mess. Grabbing one of my legs, she lifted it and changed the angle that she fucked me, hitting me even deeper, alternating between hard, punishing thrusts and deeper rolls of her hips that had stars exploding behind my eyes.

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