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“You look so serene,” said another.
She didn’t know what to do, where to look, and even though she knew that she’d made Rachel proud, Penelope shifted so that she could half-hide behind her girlfriend.
“See,” said Rachel. “Look how impressed everyone is. Youaremagnificent, whether as Strawberry Moo or as my very own Penny.”
CHAPTER 40
Rachel
Moving into the private playroom was a relief. Rachel had felt the pressure of every single pair of eyes in that scene, but she’d wanted to prove to Penelope that she should be proud of her needs and desires, and that others would admire her for it.
But now that they were alone, all she could think about was how much she needed Penny between her legs.
She didn’t even bother taking off her top, just kicked off her boots, slid down her jeans and knickers and tossed them aside.
They’d picked a room at random, one of the service submissives indicating which one was free, and it was sparsely furnished, with a bed in the middle of the space.
“Perfect,” she said, and ran to it, throwing herself back onto the pillows with a joyous laugh. “Come on, Strawberry Moo, come make me sing.”
Penelope moved more tenderly, the items filling her holes making bouncing on the bed less likely. But when she crawled in between Rachel’s legs, she paused and frowned.
“You okay there?”
She nodded, still wordless, and reached over to tug at the hem of Rachel’s floaty top.
“Oh, you want this off?”
Penny nodded again, and Rachel would do anything for her girlfriend, even delay her orgasm by a few moments more, and pulled it up and over, and then discarded her bra before Penelope even had to ask.
The blonde between her legs nodded in satisfaction, and then immediately got to work. Her tongue started by flicking Rachel’s clit and then circled it, coaxing groans and moans from the back of Rachel’s throat. “Fuck, Penny,” she said, and ran her fingers through silky strands of hair, urging her girl deeper.
Penelope licked like a woman unleashed, hot breath firing the desire that Rachel felt. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and let Penny run the show.
It wasn’t just her tongue, though. Fingers caressed her, inside her pussy, but also tweaking her nipples and dancing across her skin. The strokes and pets that she’d given Penelope returned tenfold.
Rachel had never felt so desired, so adored, so cherished. Her submissive seemed as determined to get her to orgasm as she was, and when she started grinding against Penelope’s face, the other woman groaned, the rumble of the sound vibrating against Rachel’s clit.
“Touch yourself,” she bit out, her words short and desperate. “I need you to touch yourself, Penny.”
“I am,” she said, lifting her head for a second, her breath ghosting across Rachel’s skin. “I’m so wet for you.”
“Yessssssss,” she hissed, and gasped again when teeth grazed against her clit. “Fuck yes, just like that, sweetness.”
She could feel Penelope’s caution as she took Rachel’s clit between her teeth and tugged, ever so gently. And that was all she needed, all it took, before she came, tears running down her face.
Rachel didn’t know what she’d said, what noises she’d made, ripped from her very soul, but her voice was hoarse when she finally stopped coming. Penny was still between her legs, her tongue coaxing yet another aftershock from her, and she reached down to haul the other woman up to lie in her arms.
Only Penelope didn’t lie in her arms. The blonde woman lay on her side, and pulled Rachel into her, and Rachel cried and cried and cried.
She never cried during sex.
She was the one in charge, the one who looked after her partner, but here she was, letting Penny care for her. And Penelope was smashing it.
A bottle of water was pressed up against her lips and she drank thirstily. The covers pulled up from where they were tucked in at the foot of the bed and brought up to cover her.
“I’ve got you,” said Penelope, blue eyes searching hers. “You’re okay, Rachel. I’ve got you, my love.”
She didn’t stutter, and didn’t hesitate, and looking up at her, Rachel realized that Penelope knew exactly what she was saying, and she’d said it anyway.
