Page 11 of The Holiday

The growl against her pussy told her she needn’t have any concerns.

“Make me come, baby.” Kathleen moved her hands over her breasts, reveling in feelings above and below. “Make me come all over your face.”

She thought she heard Ira laugh down there. Still, she did not pull away from Kathleen or otherwise relent. If anything, she went at herharder.

Her tongue wrapped around Kathleen’s clit, lips pursing, cursing, and taking over every inch of her folds. Fingers stroked her opening, caressing the sensitive nerves around the edge before entering her. Kathleen groaned, one hand shooting to Ira’s head and pulling her hair.

When she caught sight of Ira’s eyes, narrow and determined, gazing back at her… Kathleen saidfuck itand began thrusting her hips against Ira’s face.

With every passing second, another part of her was filled by Ira’s fingers—fingers that curled, searched, and found her innermost places. Kathleen contained a yelp of pleasure as Ira pounded them into her, unrelenting in passion against this pivotal spot.

Her lips around Kathleen’s clit and the arrogant look in her eye only sent Kathleen over the edge.

“Oh my God!” Orgasm tore through Kathleen. Oftentimes, when she found herself in this position, she stopped caring if anyone could hear her. Who gave a shit if the other guests—who weren’t even supposed to be there that weekend—heard her getting the fuck of her life? Who cared if they found out how good her relationship was? Kathleen always had something to prove. Tonight, she was proving to the world that Ira Mathison, lover extraordinaire, knew how to fuck her to oblivion.

Ira continued to touch Kathleen through her orgasm, watching her convulsions as every shudder claimed Kathleen’s body. Her core released more than orgasm—it released every bit ofsexual frustration within her. The frustration translated into her dominating personality. Yeah, that got all over Ira’s face too.

“Shit, that’s hot.” Ira backed her face away, but her fingers remained inside Kathleen. “Both literally and figuratively. Good job, my darling.”

Kathleen exhaled but did not dare close her legs. Ira was standing, unzipping her trousers while grabbing a long and slim case from her deep sweater pocket. At this point, Kathleen knew what was in there: the rod that went into this particular packer that Ira must have chosen for quick and efficient sexy times.

“That’s a good look on you,” Kathleen said. “I should come on your face more often.”

Ira put one knee on the couch as she loomed over Kathleen, the overpowering scent of “Kathleen Allen” accompanying her partner’s face coming closer. Their kiss was also laced in this delicious trap.I don’t taste so bad if I do say so myself.Her favorite way of sampling her own taste was like this–on the lips of her beloved.

“I was under the impression you do that quite often, Ms. Allen.” Ira kissed her throat, lining her now-ready prosthetic with Kathleen’s opening. She had to stay focused, as there were important things to say.

“As I said, Mathison, not often enough. Now, fuck me good.”

Ira pulled her lips away, tentatively penetrating her.Drive me crazy, why don’t you?She touched Kathleen enough to make her relax open, but her body ached to have Ira fill her right here, right now. Kathleen was exposed on this couch in a friend’s house. Anyone could come through that door at any moment. They would see her pushed on this couch, taking her Domme’s favorite extension of her sexuality as she claimed Kathleen for everyone to hear and see.

Kathleen wasn’t one to put on a show of sex in front of others, but she was into the idea of being caught like this. And thatwas how she knew her headspace had gone from aggressive to submissive. That, and the hand gently curling around her throat. The weightlessness of it told her she was not in danger. The tension in Ira’s grip, however, told her she was now someone’s plaything.

“I don’t mind having you all over my face, darling,” Ira said with the deep, domineering voice she saved for flirtation and, well, sex. “But you have to understand I do it for more than your pleasure. I get a lot out of it, you know.” She emphasized her point by easily pushing into Kathleen, reaching far, far into her body, and making her gasp.Thank you, thank you, thank you!This was the fullest, the most connected she had felt with her Ira in many weeks. Their quickies since reuniting a few days ago were too fast to fully appreciate how good Ira felt inside her.

“I missed seeing you like this, Katie,” Ira said softly, using the only real term of endearment that made Kathleen shiver. “Katie” was what she called the submissive inside of her. Now here she was, coming to the forefront of her headspace and begging her Domme to use her in ways she hadn’t been used in one long, soul-draining month. “I know you’ve missed feeling me like this, too. What do you say for finally getting what you want?”

The ability to speak on command was lost for more than a few seconds. “Thank you…”

“Thank you, what? Don’t be rude.”

Ira’s firm tone washed over her, easing Kathleen into her role as Ira’s obedient submissive, born for the sole purpose of serving her every need. “Thank you, Ira.”

“That’s right.” Ira lifted her hips, taking Kathleen’s with her. She whimpered, soundless words falling from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut and Ira pierced her against the couch. “Now you’re going to come again. And so will I.”

I sure fucking hope so!

Ira thrust into her once, hard, pushing deep into her and showing how much mastery she had over this moment. Kathleen didn’t have to think. She didn’t even have to move. Her role was to lie there with her legs spread wide open and take whatever her Domme offered, urging her to release her own pent-up energy. Ira pulled Kathleen’s leg higher against the back of the couch, spreading her so open that she slammed in and out of her with almost no friction.

It was torture. It was bliss.

“Ira…” Within seconds, Kathleen already felt another orgasm within her. The grunts in her body and the sound of Ira’s desire did not help. It all overwhelmed Kathleen, guaranteeing she would fulfill Ira’s wishes… assuming that was what she wanted. “I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, my sweet.” Ira sounded slightly crazed. In control, but enjoying every second of this. It had been over a month for her as well. “I want you coming so hard that you can’t let me go.”

She could do that. She couldreallydo that.

“Ira!” Her body betrayed her wish for silence. Between her vocal cords screaming inside her mind and her wetness nothing more than a melody to her senses, Kathleen was going to come so hard, indeed. “Fuck me, please!”

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