Page 29 of The Holiday

“Oh, for the right woman…” To the sounds of one begging to be fucked and then for mercy, of all things, Kathleen moved her hand down Ira’s thigh and touched her again.

“Katie…” Ira addressed her, but attention was on the moans and cries filtering through their wall. “Are you getting turned on by this?”

“On what, sweetie? The sex or your pussy?”

Although nowhere near wet yet, Ira twitched beneath her touch. “Yes.”

The moans intensified. If Monique wasn’t dead, she was probably halfway there. Knowing that someone was doing that to her… It reminded Kathleen of the way Ira took her in the downstairs office. Had anyone heard that, well… their brains probably melted too.

“As I said earlier,” Ira pushed her hand between Kathleen’s legs, touching her slit through thin fabric. “My slutty nymph.”

“I’m only slutty for you, my prince.”

“Fancy that. I’m only slutty for you, my goddess.”

Kathleen grabbed her harder, making her intentions clear as she rose and bared her teeth at Ira. “Let’s have slutty sex.”

“Now hold on. Give your prince a chance to get their shit together.” Ira meant her body, or what she probably wanted to reintroduce to their bed. “They’ve had a busy day.”

“So have I.” Kathleen shut up when she heard Monique climaxing in the other room.She sounds like she’s…Words failed Kathleen. All she could think about was having sex so good that she’d scream Ira’s name, begging her to keep going, crying that she was the only one in the world who could satisfy the biggest slut in the house.That’s me!

“Oh, ho.” Ira removed her hand from Kathleen’s slit to show off how wet her fingers were. “I think you like what you’re hearing over there. What is it, Katie? Imagining it’s you?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Maybe.”

Ira slipped her hand back between Kathleen’s thighs, this time tearing aside her underwear and going straight for her sexual jugular. “Why imagine when you can live it?”

“Why not indeed, Ira?”

Their gentle kiss and tender, mutual touches were peppered with the cries of a woman losing her mind down the hall.She has to run out of energy at some point. Hasn’t her pussy worn out yet?Kathleen wasn’t sure even she could go for Round 2 so soon after their erotic tryst in the office a few hours ago. If she thought her core was satiated then…

“Down,” Kathleen growled, pushing Ira back onto the bed, whose hand remained between her legs, guiding Ira’s movements with precision. “I let you take me earlier. Now I’m going to take you.”

“Hey, do whatever you want.” Ira extended her arm toward the lump of clothing amassed on the other side of the big bed. It was her pants, her boxers… and the Avalon, of course. “Just do me the honor of letting you have the ride of your life, darling.”

Kathleen sat up, pulling down her underwear and lifting her T-shirt far enough to free her breasts. While she put on a show, Ira fidgeted with her implements, preparing herself to lay back and let Kathleen do all the work. Again.

“It’s my turn to make some noise.”

And as Kathleen rode her lover with abandon, the sound of her voice filled the room, overpowering even the remnants of Monique’s ecstasy from down the hall.

She straddled Ira’s hips. “Enjoy yourself, my darling.” Ira grabbed her thighs but did not commit beyond that.

Not until Kathleen started to sink, slowly, agonizingly taking Ira into her and feeling the exquisite way she made her feel. Ira was justlyingthere, and already Kathleen was convinced she was the most in love she would ever feel in her life.

Because while Ira may have been “just lying” there, she looked into Kathleen’s eyes, smiling softly as she watched Katie have her way with what made their sex life unique.

God, I love riding cowgirl.

She started slow, making sure everything fit within her at the right angle before moving back and forth. Ira sucked in her breath but did not make any other sound. She watched Kathleen intently, though. So intently that Kathleen wondered if Ira was the one controlling things after all. Ira had an intrinsic way of making herthinkshe was in control until the very last moment.

No, right now, Kathleen was definitely in control. She controlled how fast, how hard, even how deep as she raised her hips and felt the Avalon slide halfway out of her. She further tortured herself by forcing the tip up and down within her, stretching more than her imagination. All of her. She wasn’t merely forging a path for Ira to take her. Kathleen was opening herself up to all of her, gripping the Avalon until it was pertinent to release it again.

Kathleen opened her eyes to find Ira sucking in her breath with every movement. “Holy fucking shit,” she muttered. “Are you trying to get off orkillme?”

“Why?” Kathleen could not betray how much she wanted to go wildridingher right now. “Going to come already?” It didn’t take much.

A frustrated groan spread through Ira’s throat, forcing her to close her eyes as her grip on Kathleen’s hips tightened. “Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.”

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