Page 22 of Just For Her

Of course, it only made her want it more. It forced her to chase a more intense form of sex with the woman sometimes pinning her down, sometimes giving her free reign to prop herself up on a pillow or tear apart the covers as if she’d find her climax somewhere in the depths of sheets and blankets. Soon, Kayla was so desperate that she didn’t care how she looked with her panties off and her bra so askew that her breasts helplessly hung from her chest. She took the initiative. Tove had to go down. Two could play this barbaric game.

If that was Tove’s plan all along, though, it worked. Kayla was so hungry that she didn’t think twice about kissing another woman’s chest or ripping off her leggings to submerge herself in the sweaty, heady scent of the female sex. No musk had ever been so touched by sweetness; no one else’s skin had ever made Kayla want to cry.

The first time she licked another woman’s body, it was with the determination of someone fueled by an insatiable lust.

If I make her come first, does that mean it’s my turn?What game did Tove play, anyway? Did women play these kinds of games? Was it because they could take their time? There was no race to be won? Even if there was, did Kayla have to worry about it? Did she care enough to worry? After all, this was but one step on her path to world domination and winning the game of life.

Yet Tove had proven already that she wasn’t the kind of woman to let someone else take the lead. From the moment Kayla put on the moves, Tove had wrestled for control.I can’t say I’m turned off by it.Kayla had always appreciated a lover who knew how to delicately put her in her place, whether it was by opinion or sexual fervor. Tove Fredriksson had enough confidence in the bedroom to put Kayla wherever she was needed. So when Kayla barely tasted the sweetness of sapphic seduction, she wasn’t surprised to soon find herself on her back again, this time with that overbearing woman gazing down into her face.

“Are you a woman who likes to take things up a notch?” Tove’s voice hit its huskiest tone yet, and like a temptress from an old Hollywood movie, she made Kayla feel so vulnerable that she had no choice but to close her legs – right around Tove’s waist. “Because I can make that happen.”

Kayla wasn’t so ignorant that she didn’t know the different ways lesbian sex could go. Yet when the woman she was having sex with asked a question like that, all knowledge flew out the window. Kayla had no imagination. She also had no experience. Everything was simplyTove.A part of her wished to believe she’d feel that way about any woman fucking her on a snow-covered night, but the bigger part of her that was present in that bed knew that no one else could eradicate her brain like the woman kissing her with such ephemeral force.

“I want to do anything that you want to do to me.”

Kayla had said that in surprising earnest. Tove, however, eased herself off Kayla’s body. She didn’t ask her lover to keep her legs open, to get under the covers, or to finish taking off her clothes. Her silence was erotic. It drove Kayla to crawl across the bed, following Tove’s movements to the nightstand. Kayla’s brain momentarily returned to remind her that vibrators existed. Well, she wouldn’t say no. No experience had been hindered by a vibrator inherlife.

Except that wasn’t a mere vibrator on the bed. It was a strap-on.

“I can put it back,” Tove said, “but believe it or not, it’s new. Never been used. You can christen it any way you wish.”

“I take it you know what you’re doing with that thing?” Kayla squeaked.

Tove was silent for a moment. Then, “Would you ask a man that?”

The point was instantly taken. Just because Kayla wouldn’t know the first thing about wielding a strap-on to enhance another woman’s pleasure, didn’t mean Tove was as ignorant – or inexperienced.

“Well…” Kayla wouldn’t look this gift horse in the mouth. Not if it further won Tove over to her side. “Guess you can put that thing wherever you want. I’m sure I’ll be…” She had to pick her words carefully. “Ecstatic.” The one should do.

Her ankles were soon in Tove’s hands. As Kayla gave herself over to the whim of one woman’s kinks, she discovered two important things:

First, she didn’t mind the rough and ready way some women made love. Second? There was no getting a fake hip injury past Tove, who put Kayla’s through their paces and discovered that they performed fine through the throes of making love.

For once, Kayla handled the reality of her body betraying her fine.

Chapter 7

Toveexpectedtohaveregrets the next morning. Yet nothing prepared her for the face looking down at her when she opened her eyes and beheld Kayla grinning at her through a veil of long brown hair.

“Good morning!” She backed off, wearing the baggy shirt that had been left on the couch the night before. “It’s a winter wonderland outside, but the power’s back on. Should I make us some breakfast?”

Tove had never woken up so quickly before. Not even when one of her cats hopped on her face and screamed for his breakfast. “I’m… sorry, what?”

Kayla was still grinning as she leaped back on her thighs and nearly missed kicking Tove in the face by five inches. “I take it you’re not a morning person. Anyway, I’m starving. You must be hungry too. How about I whip up some toast and eggs? I want to spin around that impressive spice rack you have. See what happens when you mix oregano with cayenne pepper.”

Tove sat up. Overnight, her hair had come out of its bun and tangled around her face. Unfortunately for her, that meant she probably looked like a half-aged Cryptkeeper.My makeup. My hair. All of it’s revealing the real me right now.Yet Kayla was completely unperturbed as she hopped off the bed and threw back the curtains separating Tove’s bedroom from the bright white snow beyond. Kayla placed her hands akimbo and inhaled the fresh air she cracked through the window.

“Sure…” Tove still adjusted to the reality that Kayla was here, and what happened the night before had not negatively affected one’s opinion of the other. If anything, Kayla was in a better mood than ever.Must be a morning person, then.Tove could not relate. “I mean, I think I have stuff for breakfast.”

“Great!” Kayla stretched her arms above her head. There was her ass, naked and alluring. Too bad Tove’s eyes were still blurry with sleep. “By the way, your cats are complaining about something.”

“They’re hungry.” Tove looked at the time. Her cats were an hour late being fed. No wonder Chase was on the bed crying while Nemo stared at her from the corner of the room. Kayla had let them in, and now they must feed.

“Sounds like a good reason for you to get up then, sleepyhead!” Kayla bounded out of the room. “Because I know jack about feeding cats!”

Slowly, Tove pulled back the covers. Chase attempted to snuggle beside her, but the moment Tove put her feet on the carpet, he darted out of the room as if food were about to magically appear in his bowl. Tove didn’t immediately follow. A terrible sensation akin to being hungover had hit her. A part of it was the horrible realization that she had slept with a woman she had met a week ago – someone who wanted something from her family, through no fault of any party but a dumb cousin. The other part was the physical soreness settling into Tove’s most unused muscles. While she was glad she hadn’t forgotten how to bang a woman senseless, it had been a while. Perhaps too long for her body.

Worth it.

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