Page 32 of Stay Here Tonight
Not merely delightful. Dangerous, as well. That spoke directly to Maxine’s natural proclivities as well.
They could either be a dynamite team in the sack, or they could simply be dynamite out to blow up each other’s lives.
“Are you going to finger me?” Ah, yet Lydia could also use her demurer demeanor to her sweet advantage. Did she realize she did it? Finding her own ways to make Maxine give her what she wanted without outwardly stating it? “Or are you playing around down there.”
Playing around?Playing around?
Maxine took great pleasure in feeling Lydia’s body seize up the moment a full palm of the hand met that sizzling heat. “Do you think I’m playing around, Ms. Kellerman?” Maxine growled into the crook of her lover’s neck.
“Nope. Absolutely not.”
“Don’t ask me if I’m going to finger you unless you want me to, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Is that a yes to understanding, or a yes to me fingering you to orgasm?”
“Both!”
Maxine loved it. How eager Lydia was. She could feast on a woman like this for the rest of her life if the universe allowed it.It rarely does.Penelope had been like… no, no. No thinking about her. Those types of invasive thoughts were absolutely not allowed tonight. The only kinds of thoughts Maxine wanted to have were those related to sex and physical pleasure.
“You ever been fingered in the back of a limo before?” Maxine knew the answer to that question, yet she couldn’t help herself as her finger pulled aside that troublesome cotton and drew a tantalizing line up Lydia’s slit. Before her lover could writhe too much, Maxine snatched Lydia’s wrist and held it on top of the leather seat. As she expected, Lydia responded by gasping and begging for more restraint.
She was almost too easy. Played too well into Maxine’s more taboo fantasies.
“No,” Lydia whimpered. That whimper transformed into a scintillating gasp as Maxine’s middle finger sank deep within her. “I’ve never done it!”
“Do you wanna do it? Do you want me to finger you until you come?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please!”
“Good enough.” Maxine went for it, pushing her finger deeper while sharing her lips with Lydia’s throat.
Few things were as good as fingering a beautiful woman. The heat, the contracting muscles, the soft, responsive flesh that latched onto Maxine’s fingers and begged them to stay, stay,stayin there. Maxine didn’t have a cock. She would never know what men were talking about when she read descriptions like,“I swear she was milking my cock, man. She wouldn’t let me go until she had drained me of everything I had and kept it inside her!”Strap-ons didn’t offer that sensation. Using her fingers was as close as she ever got. Because when she did itjustright, she discovered what people were talking about when they mentioned the way a woman’s body clamped down and refused to let go.
Truly, one of the best sensations God had ever bestowed upon the human body.
“Come for me, honey.” Maxine didn’t often use that particular pet name, but something about Lydia’s unrelenting sweetness made her think of the endearing term. “Or do you need me to step it up a little?”
“I’m…” Lydia’s left hand flexed, but since it was trapped within Maxine’s grip, she was left struggling for control she no longer hand. Instead, her right hand grabbed the back of Maxine’s neck. Next thing either of them knew? Maxine had her mouth planted firmly over the spot where Lydia’s nipple would be, had she not been wearing such abeautifuldress. “I’m gonna get it all over this seat.”
“Good. That’s what I want. As much as you want, honey. Get it all over me and my car.”
Those were some magic words, apparently, for within seconds of hearing them, Lydia came, her body doing exactly what Maxine hoped it would.
Embarrassment no longer existed. Besides, Lydia was far from the first woman to spill her essence all over the back of Maxine’s limo seat.There can’t be that much getting on it, anyway. Her skirt’s getting it all. Maybe… maybe not.Either way, that car quickly carried the scent of a woman who got it good.
“Fuck me,” Lydia whispered, her hips undulating in time to the thrusts of Maxine’s fingers. “Fuck! It feels good!”
Maxine pulled her fingers out as soon as Lydia sighed in finality. Her wet fingers dotted the edges of Lydia’s mouth until she deigned to taste herself on a millionaire’s skin.
“We’ve got forty-five minutes before we’re back at my place.” Maxine’s brain already ran with everything she wanted to do to Lydia in the span of one night. Last week had been about blasting through as much sex as she could as quickly as possible. Now? She wanted to take her time. Get to know this woman’s body and how it responded to sexual seduction. “Before we get there, you’re going to tell me every dirty little fantasy you have. You hear me, Ms. Kellerman?”
Her eyes continued to roll back. A good sign, to be sure.
