Page 59 of A Conflict of Interest

“Imasturbate too, you know.”

I laughed breathlessly, giving her a playful push. “Stop. If I picture you getting yourself off while thinking about licking me, then I’m going to come again.”

“What kind of a threat is that?” she laughed, kissing me again, and it slowly stirred me back to that heat coursing in my core,wantingher so badly she was the only thing I could think about. Once it had gotten to be too much for me to bear, I gripped her suddenly, firmly, and I flipped her onto her back, climbing on top of her.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, hovering just over her face, and she blushed hot enough I could feel it in my face, but she smiled brilliantly.

“Anything you like… something to mind, or should we just improvise and see where it gets us?”

I paused, and I decided—well, what the hell. She’d just grabbed me the moment I was naked and sucked my clit until I came in five seconds, so I could try being a little bold too. “I want to fuck you with the strap.”

She blinked fast before she smiled wildly. “You still have the, uh…”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m clean. I, uh, didn’t ever use it on anyone else.”

She laughed, giving me an impossibly fond look before she pulled me down into a kiss. “You’resohot,” she said. “And so romantic, in like… the hottest way ever. Yes, please.”

I paused halfway through standing up. “Is getting strapped down the pinnacle of romance?”

She beamed. “In the way you’re planning on using it, yes.”

Ugh—read me for filth. Fine, then. So be it.

I took the parts from the cabinet where I kept everything, and I stopped to clean the dildo before I fitted the harness and slotted it in, and I squeezed lube onto it, settling into bed as I lathered the shaft, Kelcey watching the motion intently as she sank onto her back and spread her legs wide, but when I got onto the bed in front of her, she looked up and met my eyes with a shy smile, blushing hard.

“Wow,” she laughed breathlessly, and I settled in between her legs, laying the shaft down to press against her center instead of going straight in with it, and I laid myself down on top of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, and I kissed her—captured her lips in mine, savoring the way she met me deeplyand totally, deepening the kiss as soon as I reached her, throwing her arms around me and wrapping her legs around my hips, and the way she ground her hips against my strap—she wassosexy and so pretty and perfect and just—my safe place and where I wanted to be forever, and—I loved her so much I didn’t even know what to—

She pulled away from the kiss, breathless and red. “Fuck me, please, Veronica,” she gasped, and I wasn’t about to disappoint, so I repositioned to guide the strap to her entrance, pushing slowly inside her, feeling the way she quivered, savoring every little gasp and noise she made as I pushed deep inside her. I stayed there pushed fully into her, just easing her in, and she was the one to take initiative—moving her hips to lift up and push back down on me, and watching that motion and the look of total bliss, all-consuming pleasure on her face, when she did—my hips moved by themselves, pulling back and thrusting to fuck her pretty, perfect body, and the way she cried out my name was the best thing I’d ever heard.

I fell into her, and I kissed her, moving passionately, my body deciding for me what I was doing as I moved my hips to sync to her rhythm, giving her everything she wanted. I gripped tight at her body and loved the way she wrapped her legs around me, holding me into her, and I fucked her until we were both dripping with sweat and gasping for breath trying to kiss each other in between the sounds we made, and I could tell she was getting there just from knowing the tells her body had, long before she arched her back into me and said, “Veronica—oh, Veronica—I’m going to come—please, make me come with you… inside me…”

I adjusted my rhythm to the smaller, faster strokes deep inside her that I knew she liked to come to as she worked her own clit with one hand, her other one gripping me into her, and she cried out my name as she hit her crescendo, and I could feelthe way she clenched tight on the strap, and all I could think was that she wassobeautiful like this… I wondered what a life would look like where I could be like this with Kelcey whenever we wanted.

“God, Veronica,” she groaned once she’d finished, fumbling her hands towards me trying to pull me towards her, and I sank onto her to kiss her deeply, tangling in a sweaty mess of limbs. “You’re perfect,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and rolling onto her side with me. “Just perfect. So… good…”

“You too,” I laughed, my voice about fit to burst with adoration. Didn’t even recognize it like that. I liked it. “That was the best in my life… probably the best in anyone’s life. You aresopretty.”

“Don’t say it in the past-tense like we’re done,” she laughed, a wild glint in her eyes. “I am going to need you to keep fucking me until tomorrow evening.”

“Oh. I mean, I’m not complaining.”

“God, I’ve missed this so much,” she groaned, slipping a hand down my body, and I twitched when she grabbed the strap, moving it in that way that rubbed the base against my clit. “I’ve missed seeing you feel so good… and how good you make me feel…”

I wanted to explode telling herI love you, I love you, I love you so much,but I didn’t want to mess with this delicate, fragile thing right now. “I’ve missed how beautiful you look like this…”

“Mm. You’re cute being sentimental while I’m playing with your clit.”

I laughed murkily, bucking my hips against her. “I still feel the same way about you whether we’re in polite company or whether you’re making me come a dozen times.”

“A dozen’s a lot even for us. But I’m gonna try. Let’s please do that thing again with a vibrator inside you while you go down on me.”

Thank god, I wasn’t the only one who’d kept thinking about that long after the fact. I gave her what she wanted—had my longer-wear vibrator inside me while I sprawled out and buried my face in her tasting how perfect she was, and I knew she loved the way I came while I was licking her—knew she liked it just because I knew her, but also based on how she came almost right after. Another round of the two of us resting, this one pausing for a snack, stark-naked in the kitchen together as we giggled and shared foraging scraps from the pantry and the fridge before I couldn’t help myself and I got the harness back on to fuck her over the table, which then turned halfway through to me sitting in the kitchen chair while she rode my strap, bouncing in my lap with her head thrown back crying my name over and over until she came, with a mess left in the chair from both of us running all down my thighs. Took her turn topping me too, pressing me up against the wall and fingering me until my knees buckled, and she pushed me into bed to shove me face-first into the mattress and fuck me from behind until I had a quivering orgasm that seemed to last hours on her hand, and we cuddled together in bed for the longest time after that, long enough I thought she was going to fall asleep and I’d have to wake her up to clean her face, but it changed in a blink and she had her face between my legs again, perfect in every aspect of her touch.

It was four in the morning by the time we finally went to bed proper, both of us laughing wildly with the giddy feeling like when we’d first started doing this—not that one-night-stand first encounter, but the first time we’d done it with the idea ofhey, we can do this all we like,when everything felt fresh and exciting and full of possibilities.

Nothing could ever be this good. But maybe tomorrow would be this good.

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