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Elisa moved her hand inside the jeans and stroked.
“Oh, fuck,” Myra let out as she looked down and saw Elisa’s hand moving inside her pants, stroking the dildo.
“Does that feel good for you?”
“Yes,” Myra said. “You have no idea.”
“But you can’t actually feel it.”
“I can feel everything,” she said, not meaning it literally, of course, but in the way that she hoped conveyed that this was exactly what she wanted.
“Can you feel it if someone…” Elisa swallowed.
“If someone what?” she asked, wanting so much to put her own hand inside her pants and stroke her clit.
“If someone puts their mouth on it.”
Myra looked up and met Elisa’s eyes.
“Sorry. Never mind. I didn’t–” Elisa stopped.
“Yes, I can feel that. Not in the same way a guy can, obviously, but it means something different, too.”
“It does?” Elisa asked, sounding curious.
“With me, at least. It’s something I like, but I don’t want to ask for.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be like a guy who just wants a blow job.”
Elisa laughed.
“And you just had a man in your life, who didn’t exactly–”
“Hey,” Elisa cut her off, getting serious now. “You are not him, and me wanting you to wear this has nothing to do with him or the fact that I’ve only been with a man other than you.” She ran her free hand between Myra’s breasts over her shirt. “Not even close. I want to give you what you want.”
“Another time,” Myra replied.
“No, baby. I want to give it to you now. I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t–”
“Have to? I know. I want to. God, I want to watch you while I do that. Do you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
Elisa looked back down then and pulled the dildo out of Myra’s jeans.
“Is it too big? It’s the only one I have, but we can buy a different one and try another night,” Myra said quickly.
“Stop. It’s perfect. And I want this. I wantallof this,” Elisa replied and knelt down.
“Oh. Now?” Myra asked, very surprised. “We’re in the kitchen.”
“Uh-huh.”
Elisa ran her hand up and down the dildo.
