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Elisa smiled at her and replied, “That wasn’t an issue… before.”
Myra pulled off her boy shorts and stood there, right in front of Elisa’s bed, naked. Elisa’s eyes raked over her body. Myra was muscled in all the right places from her work and curvy in all the right places because she was a woman. God, Myra was a woman, and Elisa was about to be touching her. She nodded and shoved the blanket aside. Myra moved until she was on top of her, and Elisa kissed her as Myra’s weight pressed down into her. It was exactly what Elisa needed, and what she also needed was Myra rolling down into her. When Myra started doing that, pressing their centers together and rolling her hips, Elisa moaned into her mouth.
“I want you to come,” she said when Myra’s lips moved to her neck.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Put your hands on my ass,” Myra told her.
Elisa complied and felt Myra reach down between them. Myra spread her lower lips, and Elisa thought she was going to touch her again, which wouldnothave been unwelcome, but instead, she lowered her sex into Elisa and then opened her own lips.
“Oh, God,” Elisa let out when she felt the heat of Myra’s sex, the hardness of her clit, and the slickness of Myra’s desire for her all at once.
Myra was pressing their clits together, rocking into her, and Elisa’s job here was to press down on Myra’s ass to bring them both more pressure. Elisa understood the assignment. She pressed down as hard as she could, and Myra began to grunt. Elisa moved one of her legs, spreading herself wider for Myra.
“Yes, baby,” Myra said into her ear before she sucked on her earlobe. “You feel so good.”
“This is… really…” Elisa couldn’t finish that sentence, though, because something was happening. “I’m going to come. Fuck!”
She had been so focused on Myra’s pleasure that she hadn’t realized she’d been climbing herself. She didn’t want to come. This wasn’t supposed to be about her. It was about Myra.
“Come, baby,” Myra said. “Please.”
“I don’t–”
“Please. You’ll… make me… come.”
Elisa hadn’t ever heard that before. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through her body. She felt them all at once, and it was almost too much to take in. Her orgasms downstairs had already been the best in her life, better than the vibrator she’d had to hide had ever given her, but this one felt like it might be better than all of those combined.
“Baby, come for me,” Myra said and sucked on Elisa’s neck.
That reminded Elisa of those lips sucking elsewhere, and she went over the edge, screaming out Myra’s name as she let the pleasure rush over her body. Everything tingled, everything was sensitive, and everything was on fire in the best way.
“Fuck,” Myra said. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Elisa opened her eyes, even though she hadn’t yet fully come down, and she watched Myra’s ass as it moved, her hips guiding her clit into Elisa’s over and over again. Elisa was too sensitive for this kind of pressure, but she wouldn’t stop Myrafor anything. She pressed Myra down harder and let her take whatever she wanted from her because this wasn’t about an orgasm for Myra. This wasn’t Myra using Elisa’s body for her own pleasure. This was them sharing a moment together, sharing an experience likethistogether.
“Oh, my God,” Myra said as she crashed down into her.
Elisa wrapped her arms around Myra’s shoulders and held on to her. Whenever Archie Senior had done this in the past, Elisa had always just kept her arms at her sides, hoping that was enough to tell him that he could get off her at any time, but with Myra, she wanted her to stay like that indefinitely while she held on to her and this night forever.
“Was it okay?” she asked.
“Okay?” Myra chuckled. “You are still so wet. I can feel how swollen you still are, too, and I got to listen to you come. Yes, it was okay. It was way more than okay.”
Elisa ran her hands through Myra’s braids, loving the feel of them between her fingers.
“I’ve heard that that sometimes doesn’t make women come.”
“What?”
“Being pressed together like that,” she said. “I guess we didn’t… scissor, exactly, but I’ve heard that that feels good sometimes but doesn’t make every woman come, so I–”
Myra lifted herself a little and looked down at her.
“Scissoring?”
