Page 21 of Games We Play
She wanted to touch them, though. Those breasts. Sloan’s were ample enough to look great for grabbing, but Leah was handcuffed to a bed and not touching any breasts – not even her own – anytime soon.
Instead, she was the one being touched. Sometimes for eternity.
Everything Sloan did was for their mutual gratification. A nibble to a nipple and a hot breath against thighs was both a rush for her sensesanda taste of heaven to inexperienced Leah.I know what sexual pleasure is. But this is insane.Not as insane as when Sloan ripped off her lover’s underwear and dove between her thighs.
Those thighs were what made Leah the most self-conscious. They were thick enough to burn through her jeans on a yearly basis, and if men stared at her, it was usually at crotch-level. Not even her breasts could counteract what her sister once called “thicc,” with two cs instead of a damned k. Leah was too old to know what it meant at first listen. It took a colorful explanation from her teenaged sister to get the point across. After that? Leah couldn’t look at her naked thighs in the shower or in a mirror andnotworry that she was doomed to a life of fetishists and deal breakers.
So, it was rather surprising that Sloan looked right at home with her face between Leah’s thighs – and her tongue was more at home tasting Leah’s slit.
Maddening. That was Leah’s experience on the other end of Sloan’s tongue. The woman knew her way around a vulva, and wasn’t afraid to tease it with the tip of her tongue and the tips of her two front teeth. The worst was having that tongue snake as deep as it could go in Leah’s body and feel that upper lip tease her eager clit. Although Sloan did not hold back on pleasure, she never,everdelivered on what could become the main event. Leah writhed against her lover’s face, but she couldn’t come on that alone. She needed more. Sloan knew that. This was the most deliberate game Leah had ever experienced in the bedroom.
Tease, tease, tease. That’s all Sloan did, and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up from Leah’s pelvis said she would damn well like it.
She would want something in return before giving Leah what she really wanted. This wasn’t her birthday anymore. This wasn’t a hot ten minutes of finger fucking before leaving. This would be drawn out until they were too worn to continue. Assuming Leah could handle that.
Damn hell like I can’t!She would show Sloan. She would tear down her insecurities and make sure this was the best fucking night of their lives!
…Even if she was the one currently handcuffed to a bed and squirming like the submissive creature Sloan would one day affectionately call her.
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This was fun. Too much fun. Such dangerous fun that Sloan didn’t allow herself to usually have for many reasons.
Contrary to what some people might say about her, shedidenjoy bringing pleasure to and giving other women what they wanted. Hearing – and feeling – a woman climax because Sloan did her job well? That was one of the most gratifying feelings in the world. Almost better than achieving her own pleasure.
Because most of her pleasure happened in her brain. As good as it felt for her body to contract and writhe in genuine orgasm, it was better to have that sensation of“I did that. I made this woman turn into a feral animal,”settle over her. That was the trophy she could carry with her for a few weeks if shereallydid it right.
Leah was on another level, though. Not only did she sate the hunger in Sloan’s brain, but she made her want to be completely enveloped in the physical aspect of sex as well. Which was why she teased Leah to the point of orgasm before turning off the lights and joining her beneath the covers. Naked.
Yes, Sloan was completely nude when she slipped beneath the silky sheet and wrapped her body around Leah’s. Heat and sweat instantly greeted her, and it was such a foreign feeling that it almost startled her.I haven’t been naked in bed with a woman since… three years ago?There was a script. Scripts kept Sloan on track and out of trouble. Saturday night at the club had been a script. One of Sloan’s tried and true ones that wasn’t supposed to come back to haunt her.
Oh, it had. Right at the intersection of Couch and 10th.
We’re off script. This is bad. This is wonderful.Leah didn’t know anything about scripts. That was the danger of women like her. She wanted this. She wanted that. She wanted Sloan to cast off her trappings and embrace the deepest, darkest parts of her sexuality.
Remember when she was you? Remember when you looked at someone with those same eyes she gives you?
There was pleasure in that level of familiarity. There was also a film of fear that made Sloan dive deeper into it, because sometimes the only way to release her fears was by throwing herself face first into them. Didn’t she know that well by now?
She released Leah from the headboard but kept her wrists handcuffed together. It prevented them from wandering where they weren’t supposed to go, and gave the princess what she wanted deep in her heart. Sloan knew that look in Leah’s eyes like she knew her own in the mirror. Leah had never said the word submissive, but it was there, in the depths of her soul. Not only that, but she wasawareof it. She wasn’t a woman who denied it or pretended it didn’t exist. She embraced it. She met a woman like Sloan and made their mutual needs known.
Dangerous. So dangerous.
Yet so damn good.
If I’m going to do this to myself, I might as well go all-in.That meant kissing every bit of skin. Touching the mundane and the taboo. Eliciting squeaks and moans alike. Most of all, she wanted to hear those magic words on Leah’s lips.
“Yes. Please. Do it. More. Now. Oh, my God. Don’t stop.”
No, Sloan wouldn’t stop. She was in too deep. Once Leah got her way – and by that, one meant getting her mouth between Sloan’s legs so the pleasure could be truly mutual – Sloan knew that the only way out of this wasthrough.
How long had it been since her toes curled beneath the covers? And how long had it been since she moaned in a hushed whisper that only Leah could hear… deep beneath those covers?
Even Leah’s lack of finesse was charming. She knew what she was doing and proved it by quickly bringing Sloan to the edge of climax. There was no teasing involved here. Raw, blunt stimulation directly on Sloan’s clit. Leah was definitely no stranger to pussy. Nor was she afraid to get in there and do her most sacred duty.
If you come first, you idiot, you risk losing your edge.Not only the edge that said Sloan was the dominant one in this encounter, but the edge that kept her sharp and alert. Aware of the hazards that came with giving the smallest part of herself to a woman. Because there weren’t many pieces of herself to give anyone anymore.
Someone else had taken them. Long ago, when Sloan was younger, dumber, and convinced she was in love.
