Page 34 of Flogging Faith
Bex pressed a burning kiss to her lips and then moved up and away. Faith frowned at the sudden distance and reached up to pull her back.
“Uh uh, I’m just thinking. You know how you liked me filling you up?”
Fuck yes she’d liked being filled up.
“Well, I have my strap-on in my bag. How would you like to be filled up with that?”
Faith’s eyes widened and she nodded. Yes. Yes, absolutely yes. That sounded like the perfect way to start this day.
“Okay, give me a second.” Bex got tangled in the sheets and fell off the bed in her hurry to get to her bag.
“You okay?” asked Faith, sitting up and peering over the edge of the bed to see where Bex was in a heap on the floor.
Bex bounced back up and grinned. “Yup, just a minor setback!” She rushed across the room and was soon back, complete with harness, strap-on and lube.
The strap-on looked large, and Bex leaned over and kissed Faith. “Don’t worry, with the way you took my fingers yesterday, this’ll be a doozy. And it looks larger than it is, I promise.”
Faith was going to have to take Bex’s word for it. The harness looked complicated to put on, but Bex managed it and then shifted until she was over Faith once more.
“Look at me,” she said, and Faith obeyed. “It’s just us. It’s just me.”
Nodding, Faith leaned up and kissed Bex, which settled her nerves. “We’ve got this.”
“We’ve got this,” agreed Bex.
She didn’t use the strap-on straight away, but instead returned to kissing Faith, making her way down her neck to each breast, nibbling as she went.
There were inevitably more squeaks, and that helped Faith relax, until Bex’s mouth was at her pussy, and she kissed her there as well.
“Bex!” Somehow, it was that kiss, delivered by Bex so perfectly, that almost undid Faith. She writhed and gasped, and when Bex slipped two—no, three—fingers inside of her, she was so wet there was no resistance whatsoever.
“You’re so wet for me,” Bex said, her eyes dark with desire. “All for me, my lovely rainbow girl.”
“Yes,” said Faith. “All for you.”
“Would you like…?”
“Now please,” said Faith. She needed Bex as close to her as possible, bodies slick with sweat and touching, and that wasn’t happening with fingers between them.
She’d lubed up the strap-on already, and so slowly inched forward, giving Faith time to adjust.
Faith felt so full, or at least she thought she did, until Bex withdrew and thrust back in with such precision that Faith’s eyes rolled upward and her sight almost whited out.
“What the fuck?” she said, and then, when Bex paused, “don’t stop! For God’s sake, do not stop.”
“I love it when you get all demanding,” said Bex. “That’s it, rainbow girl, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” Faith almost growled out. “I need you.”
Bex took Faith’s right leg and placed it on her shoulder, and then pushed at Faith’s left knee until it spread open for her. “You’ve got me.” She paused then, looking down at Faith’s pussy, filled with her strap-on. “Come on, pretty rainbow girl, beg me for it.”
“Fuck you,” said Faith, and grinned. “Fuck, Bex, you know I need it.”
In one swift movement, Bex slammed into Faith so deep that Faith finally understood what people said about seeing stars. Bex took up a rhythm that was faster than Faith knew was possible. “You’re going to come on my strap-on,” Bex told her. “You’re going to come apart for me, and then, once you’re spent, you’re going to touch my clit and I will shatter for you. My perfect rainbow girl, all wet and needy for me.”
Faith was wet and needy.
And desperate.