Page 147 of Tricky Girls

Elly goes quiet, staring at it in my hand. ‘You sure?’

I nod. ‘Dying here.’

She holds out a palm to receive it. ‘Alright. Let me just find one I know is clean.’

I get back on the bed as Elly hunts around, her back muscles flexing as she rummages in her wardrobe. She returns with one the same colour as the black straps.

‘Sure you’re sure?’

‘Super sure.’

She looks at me for a further moment before pulling the straps up over her boxers. I release a breath. I’d been wondering how she would wear it, if she’d remove her clothes first.

She repositions herself on top of me. ‘Do you need warming up again?’

I shake my head. I’m beyond ready for her.

There’s a distant part of me that realises how significant this is. You can’t get more lesbian than letting a girl dick you down, can you? And this way, Elly can feel it too. She once said she could, though I don’t think this dildo vibrates. Maybe it’ll be like dry humping for her. Some pleasure, but not as much as she needs. Not as much as I want to give.

‘Just to warn you,’ she says as she lines up the head of the dildo to my pussy, ‘I slip out sometimes. It’s harder than it looks and I don’t have as much practice as Haz.’

‘Even guys do that, Elly. Especially when drunk. Chill. I honestly won’t take much to pop.’

She pushes in with a smile. I groan. Fuck, I’ve missed feeling full. Fingers are great but it’s this smoothness I’ve been mourning. And this thing—it feels even better than any dick I’ve taken, the shape and texture of it made to perfection.

‘Good?’ Elly whispers, holding her hips still.

I nod, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as she starts to move. Gently at first, just enough to feel that pulse of pleasure deep inside me.

The mattress starts to creak with every thrust. ‘This fucking bed,’ she breathes, burying her face in my neck.

I know she’s thinking of Haz. I am too after her comment about her having more practice. It’s hard not to wonder how Haz would be fucking me now. Not with this slow buildup. She’d be jackhammering me, dicking me so hard into the mattress there’s no pause to even draw breath.

My pussy clenches, making me gasp out. I tighten my arms around Elly as she picks up the pace. I don’t know why she was worried about slipping out. She’s wielding that thing like she was born doing it, rolling her hips in a way that’s so obviously deliberate. She’s so giving, wanting my pleasure in a way that warms my heart. These tender feelings are new but entirely unavoidable. She’s just so perfect. Every single thing she does makes me like her more.

She slows down to kiss me, her breathing heavier than mine now. Is it the exertion or is she enjoying this too? I want to ask how close she is but I’m too shy. I don’t know if that would change everything, that acknowledgment of mutual pleasure. I really hope it does feel good for her. I listen out for every hitch in her breath, each one ratcheting me up. It’s hot as hell to think she might be secretly coming, trying to hide it lest she spook me.

I’m not so secretly coming myself. It’s slower than when she uses her tongue, the buildup more intense, the promise of deep pleasure to come. My body feels hot all over, my heart poundingso hard it’s dizzying. I’ve definitely been too long without this. It feels like when I first discovered how good sex could be, when even the idea of it would make me near hyperventilate.

‘I’m going to come so hard,’ I tell her shakily.

Elly raises up on her palms, able to fuck me more deeply this way. ‘I want to watch you.’

I grasp her arms, the closest body part to me. She looks into my eyes, as deeply as the toy she’s thrusting inside me. It’s a kind of meditation, focusing on all the different hues in her irises as she brings me closer and closer to the brink.

‘So beautiful,’ she breathes, tonguing sweat off her top lip.

I stroke her arms with my thumbs. ‘You are.’

Looking between our bodies, she thrusts hard, making me cry out.

‘Babe, you have to be quiet.’

‘No—I can’t—fuck.’

My head roves on the pillow. It’s too much. I’m going to go blind or die or something. Elly slams her hips, the subsequent slapping sound and protesting bed springs louder than any noise I’m making.

I grab her hips.‘Elly.’

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