Page 45 of sWitch

“Funny, I didn’t ask what you wanted, did I? Who said this is for you, princess?” My shoulders we tense, and I tried to straighten, but she pulled me tightly against her before propping her foot against the sink—pinning me in. “Where do you think you’re going?” Her hand flitted under the waistband of my panties.

“You’re terrible,” I said without conviction, my arousal already evident between my thighs.

Remy’s chuckle was dark as her index finger slipped between my slit. I gasped at the feel of it against my sensitive wetness. “We can’t be late for your show,” I reminded as she began making lazy circles around my clit.

“Let me worry about that, princess. Let me worry about everything. In fact, I demand you give me each and every one of your fears and anxieties. They’re mine, just like you’re mine. Got it?”

I swallowed a gasp as her hand lowered to my opening, teasing me gently. She pulled tightly against my chest before her other hand found my chin, pulling my face up and forcing me to look in the mirror at the erotic scene before me.

“Nod if you understand?” She purred in my ear while pinching the sides of my jaw.

Words evaded me as I jerked a nod.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Maybe we could be alittlelate. Rock stars were never on time anyway, right?

My gaze drifted to Remy’s inked arms and the way her shoulders enveloped mine. Her voice broke my trance again. “Eyes on you, princess.” Her grip tugged my chin upward again. Before I could resist, two fingers plunged inside me, fast and deep.

I cried out, watching my expression turn from heated curiosity to raw desire.

“Yeah.” Remy half smiled. “See how fucking hot you are with me inside you?”

My hips rocked against her hand as her fingers moved, my wetness pooling around her rough knuckles. God, her touch was everything I never knew I needed.

Each time her two middle fingers buried inside me, her palm tapped and rubbed against my clit. The sensation of having her hit my deepest center, my wetness sliding against her hand, watching my red cheeks, my parted lips, and her strong arms holding me in place…

“There we go,” Remy taunted. “Your pussy is tightening around me. You want to comesobad, don’t you?”

I nodded, feeling the build of my orgasm climb higher and higher. My gaze fell, watching her knuckles as they moved up and down, her fingers thrusting inside me. She stilled, halting her movements. “If you stop looking at yourself in the mirror, I stop fucking you.”

“That’s so mean,” I whined, taking the opportunity to turn and catch her lips with mine. Her kiss sucked me in like it always did, pulling me out of my head and into her orbit. She held good to her word and didn’t move an inch as I kissed her, leaving her fingers firmly buried inside me. My pussy fluttered around her digits, as if I could coax them to move, but I knew she wouldn’t, not until I turned to watch myself again. “This is cruel punishment,” I whispered before facing the mirror again.

“Your pouting is cute,” Remy said, leaning her face against mine. “Want to come now, princess?”

I nodded as her fingers began moving slowly again, building me back up even faster now that she’d edged me into oblivion. “Please. Yes, please.”

Remy groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, Fauna.” Picking up the pace, she steadily fell back into the same thrust and plunge of her fingers. Her wrist flicked against my clit just as stars enveloped my vision.

I watched as my mouth fell open on a moan and my back arched against her. My hips dipped through, one, two, three orgasmic waves of release, each climax taking me past my peak of ecstasy. Remy watched with hooded eyes, still fucking me, drinking in my whimpers and holding my head upright so I could watch the whole spectacle. When I was used up, sated, and wilted against my girlfriend, she withdrew her fingers slowly and brought them to her lips. Closing her eyes, she sucked each one clean, licking around the base, devouring the cum that clung to her skin.

“Fuck, you’re delicious. Let’s do that again.” Remy spun me and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing my cheeks, forehead, and neck until I giggled.

“No way,” I laughed. “We have to get going, or you’re going to be late-late, not just rock-god-late.”

Remy raised a dark, pierced eyebrow and stuck out her lower lip. I nipped at her lip rings softly. “Come on, you know I think you’re sexy when you’re playing drums.”

“I’d like to fuck you on my drums.”

“Maybe that can be arranged.”

Actually, I wasn’t sure if that was physically possible, but the promise of sex and mischief was enough to get her out the door at a somewhat reasonable time. We stopped by my place, and I changed quickly, but Remy insisted I take my time to do my makeup just the way I wanted it. I groaned at her extra bossy behavior but, deep down, I was thankful for the time— no, the permission to paint my face the way I wanted.

“My inspiration for the night is…a flushed fox,” I declared as I exited my room. Remy smiled and twirled her finger, motioning for me to spin.

As I did, she whistled low. “My girl is so fine.”

I gave her a soft kiss. “You are.”

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