Page 74 of Games We Play
“Look at me,” Sloan commanded, when every part of Leah begged her to close her eyes and revel in the onslaught of feelings coming for every part of her body. “Don’t look away.”
Leah did her best, although between the fingers inside of her and the couch arm digging into her naked back, she was more wont to throw her head back and get lost in the movements of sex.No. Listen to her. Don’t look away, whatever you do.There were wordless ways to form intimate bonds and to create those everlasting connections that would follow them outside of the bedroom. Looking each other in the eyes while Leah began to come again was one sure way to make this relationship one to never, ever forget.
She didn’t make it all the way through. As soon as her body twitched again, Leah finally threw her head back and thrust herself upon Sloan’s fingers. It was pointless to hold the bust of her dress against her chest, but she did it anyway, because some tiny part of her wanted to maintain a silly sense of dignity while she got fingered on a woman’s couch.
Leah barely had a free moment to catch her breath when Sloan pulled away from her. The blouse landed on the coffee table. Sloan kicked off her trousers and drew a trail from the corner of Leah’s open, gasping mouth and to her sweaty brow. “We’ve barely started, darling,” Sloan said. “I thought you said you wanted to be mine. How can you be mine if you’re not claiming what I have to give you?”
Sloan stood behind her lover and bent down, their noses barely touching. Leah didn’t have the energy to playfully fight the removal of her bra. Yet Sloan didn’t take off the dress. The ends of the sleeves may still hang around Leah’s forearms, and her breasts were as free as they were in the shower, but that dress still hung off her body as if she were forbidden to take it off.
“Get up. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Every time Leah thought she had reached her limit, Sloan only served to renew her.Who is egging who on here?Leah was too enslaved to the moment to give a fucking shit.
She got up, wobbling on her feet although her shoes were as flat as her soles. Sloan pulled her into an embrace that both steadied her and sent her reeling into a new world of never-ending games to be played.
A spank hit her bare ass when they were mid-kiss. Leah gasped into Sloan’s mouth and nearly bit her lip. “What was that for?” she asked.
“Because you wanted it.”
How had she known? Even something like that was sometimes a reward for good behavior.
“Bend over.”
Of all the times for Leah to never once break eye contact, it had to be when she turned around and flung herself over the side of her girlfriend’s couch.
Somehow, she knew this was the fate of this dress. Something as nice, pretty, and expensive as this was destined to be on the receiving end of one of the most definitive sex positions to ever befall humanity. Leah knew what would happen before Sloan thrust into her. If she had been wrong, she would have been heartbroken.
“Is this what you wanted?”That phrase echoed both in the room and in Leah’s mind. Sloan asked her innumerable times. Leah’s subconscious demanded it be answered.Yes, yes, yes…Why couldn’t she get the word out? Was she really so enthralled that she couldn’t make her voice work? So inside of her own head that verbal communication no longer existed?Yes!Why couldn’t she say it? What was lodged between her brain and her lips to keep the word locked inside of her?
Thiswaswhat she wanted. She knew it. Sloan knew it. At some point, they no longer had to announce it to the world.
Leah’s fingers slipped between the seat cushions. Her poor dress, wrinkled and dirty, was a broken buffer between her sensitive nipples and the soft material she touched. Except it didn’t matter how kind the couch was. Because Sloan was anythingbutkind as she fucked her girlfriend like the animals they were.
Pull my hair. Call me dirty names. Tell me, in graphic detail, what you’re doing to my body and how good it makes you feel.This was the stuff of Leah’s fantasies, and it wasn’t the darkest ones.Could I tell her one day about the really dirty stuff I want to do?What did Sloan want? What would make her come so hard and make her love Leah until the end of time?
God knew this was doing the trick for Leah.
“Fuck!” The ensuing whine had Leah’s knuckles turning white against the couch. Her lover was in so deep that it was no wonder Sloan could bend down and hiss in her girlfriend’s ear.
“You want more, don’t you?” How could she sound so clearheaded when Leah was already hungover on orgasms? “You’re the type of woman who always wants more. You’ll go on all night, won’t you?” She kissed a heavy trail of kisses down Leah’s spine before slamming into her again.
What were Leah’s limits, anyway? The more time she spent with Sloan, the longer those limits took to reach.At this rate, we’ll spend the rest of our lives doing it.That wasn’t a bad way to spend one’s life.
Like it wasn’t a terrible life if she insisted on giving Sloan some loving as well. At least before they both passed out in exhaustion.
Before Leah could reach exhaustion, though, she had to achieve peak hypnosis. When the lovemaking was so good that she could completely give herself over to the whim of the universe, when she trusted her lover so much that she could nearly black out and let her run the whole show… that was it.Thiswas it. The surge of ecstasy Leah had always wanted in her life.
She was back on her knees. She was against the wall. She was halfway across the room, her dress falling off her body and her feet tripping over the hem as she stumbled into the bedroom and fell like dead weight. She was beneath her girlfriend’s naked body. She was on top of it. She was enveloped in Sloan’s arms and rolling halfway off the bed. She was madness, ecstasy, desire, and the pinnacle of her own existence.
She was in love.
She was stupid enough to admit it.
“I love you,” she gasped into the crook of Sloan’s neck. Their entwined legs ensured that every movement brought one or both a new wave of skin-on-skin pleasure. How they achieved such closeness was lost on Leah. She didn’t care. She only wanted more.
Sloan faltered for the first time since they arrived home. “Do you?” she asked. “Are you sure? You can’t take that back.”
Leah kissed her again, hungry for the words that confirmed they were both in love.
