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Rachel tugged Penelope over her lap, so that she was being straddled. “Like this, sweetness?”
“Yes,” breathed Penelope, gasping a little as Rachel took one of her nipples in her mouth.
Immediately, Rachel pulled back and waited for the inevitable objection.
“Why’d you stop?” complained Penny.
“Because I said that we could do a lot hereas long asyou remained quiet. That, Pen-Pen, was not quiet.”
“But that’s hard; how am I supposed to remain completely silent when you’re doing such things to me?”
“Not my problem,” teased Rachel. “I just know that those are the rules. Do you agree to the rules, Penny?”
“Fine,” sighed Penelope, and then slipped her hand round the back of Rachel’s head andpulleduntil Rachel’s lips met hers. It wasn’t a massively subby thing to do, but Rachel didn’t really care about that. The thrill that ran through her every time Penelope was the one to instigate a kiss put any high-protocol kink straight out of her head.
And besides, she was never one for strict adherence to conventions anyway.
They kissed some more, Rachel sliding her hand between Penny’s thighs and stroking the inside of them, and then up round and above her clit. Doing anything other than touching Penelope where it would feel best.
“Comeon,” whispered Penny in her ear. “I’m being quiet; touch me already.”
“Aren’t you greedy?” murmured Rachel and was rewarded with a shiver. “Wanting me to touch you, feel how wet you are for me. Are you wet, sweetness?”
“Uh huh.” Penelope nodded as well, burying her face in Rachel’s neck as her hips sought out the touch that would kickstart her pleasure.
“Shall we put that to the test?”
They might not have had sex the night before, but that didn’t mean that Rachel hadn’t considered it. She’d packed a harness and a strap-on in the bag that she’d laid beside the mattress the previous night. Getting them out now, Penelope’s sharp inhalation told her that she’d made the right move.
The blonde shifted so that Rachel could get it in place. It was pretty, this harness, with a black lace that she really appreciated. The strap felt heavy, and it jutted out in front of her.
“Do you want to ride me, darling?” she whispered, and Penny nodded vigorously. “Do you need some extra help?”
Penelope ran a finger between her legs and then tasted the glistening digit that came out. Rachel groaned. “I think I’m ready enough,” Penny said.
Rachel sat back down, her legs stretched out in front of her, and Penelope moved to straddle her again. Heavy thighs, either side of her own legs, with softness that had Rachel caressing Penny’s skin. She was a big girl, but just as Penelope could take everything Rachel gave her, Rachel could take what Penny gave too.
She hovered for a moment over the top of the strap, letting it notch at her entrance, before she took its entire length in one swift movement, her arse bouncing against Rachel’s lap.
Rachel caught hold of her and held on for dear life as Penelope began to ride her. Her head was thrown back, hair streaming behind her in the wind like a flag, and Rachel was completely lost.
CHAPTER 37
Penelope
This was intense.
Almost more so than wearing the tail because the strap filled her up so much, hitting the top of her cervix and making Penelope’s eyes roll back in her head.
She held on to Rachel’s shoulders to keep her stable and bounced, taking the strap deeper and deeper with each movement downward.
And still she remained silent.
It was hard, a seemingly impossible task as Penny rode Rachel and tried desperately to keep a single sound from leaving her lips.
She all but succeeded until Rachel started snapping her hips upward, meeting Penelope’s in groan-inducing thrusts.
“Fuuuuuuck,” said Penny, and immediately Rachel stopped moving, laughter dancing on her lips. “Rachel, fuck me already.”
