Page 36 of Menage a Passions
“Tell you what,” Becca said with the sultriest voice she could muster. “I am quite happy in this position. And I amquite happyto have you putting all your weight right where the pain is. Do you read me?”
She saw Jane’s grin out of the corner of her eye. “Loud and clear, love. As long as you are happy, I get to do whatever I want.”
“Mmhm.” Becca created a nest for her face out of her pillow, arms wrapped beneath it as her legs flattened on the mattress. “My underwear stays on, though. For both of our sakes.”
“Nothing you say can ruin my mood now. Even references to your little sister taking residence in your sweet abdomen, love.”
Little sister my ass.Becca knew that was a common Chinese euphemism for menstruation like one might refer to a certain aunt who visited once a month, but it always conjured the ridiculous image of some bratty child knocking down the bathroom door and screaming at a captive audience trapped on the toilet.Maybe that’s what my period feels like.
Jane’s underwear landed on the pillow next to Rebecca. She grabbed them before her girlfriend had the chance to toss them elsewhere.
“Are you holding my knickers hostage?” Jane nuzzled her nose against the back of Rebecca’s head.Hope she enjoys all theproducts currently in my hair.“If tonight were a friskier night I’d tell you to keep them beneath your pillow.”
“What would stop me from doing that anyway?”
Becca gasped when Jane’s naked mound slammed against the small of her back. “Don’tletme stop you. My sweet, darling Rebecca, always so generous with her body…”
“You really know how to woo a woman, Jane.”
“No, no.” Fingers slammed into Becca’s shoulders, simultaneously pinning her down while espousing a certainmood.“If I’m asserting this much dominance over you tonight, I think a different title is in order.”
Rebecca hid her pleasantly surprised grin in her pillow. “Yes,ma’am.”
“God, you are the only woman who can call me ‘ma’am’ and not make me scream.” The pressure in Jane’s fingers only intensified as she began moving her hips against Rebecca’s waist, sometimes pressing down on the small of her back and relieving the discomfort there, sometimes pulling back and lingering on her ass. Becca remained still. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally knock Jane off and ruin the moment. “But Idolike it.” Both of Jane’s hands slipped down from Rebecca’s shoulders and found the bottom of her shirt. “Say it again, would you?”
“Yes…” Becca held her breath as Jane reached beneath her clothes and easily searched for her girlfriend’s breasts. “Ma’am.”
Funny, wasn’t it? Only ten minutes ago, Becca balked at the idea of having sex tonight. This wasn’t a testament to Jane’s charms, though.It’s more like a testament to what kind of womanIam.One who loved to bring happiness and relief to the people around her. Becca had learned to accept her preferred role in these kinds of relationships. She wasn’t the kind to declare to the world“I am submissive, hear me roar!”but she had made peace with it. Being easily pliable in both senses ofthe word didn’t make her less of a person. Nor did it take away from her precious agency, the one thing she had fought hard to reclaim in the wake of her last long-term relationship.The things I did to myself…No, Becca didn’t want to think about that while Jane used her to get off.Is it really using me, though?Becca may not be bucking her hips or audibly begging for it, but she still wanted it. This was as much an expression of love as it was her reclaiming the ability to say no if she wanted.
Why say no when it felt damn good?
Becca buried her face as deeply as it could go in her pillow, eschewing air if it meant she could make the most pathetic sounds of acquiescence without embarrassing herself. She let the loud groans and grunting go to Jane, who closed the evening by entering a stage of primal ferocity that Becca was more than happy to indulge.
Nothing made her happier than feeling Jane’s rhythm slow after she cried out in ecstatic desire. Becca couldn’t hear anything else now that the pillow closed in around her ears, but she lifted her hips, likewise lifting Jane high enough to make her fall forward and cover her girlfriend’s neck in kisses while groping her beneath her shirt.
That’s right…Becca didn’t have to say anything. Jane already knew what to do.Touch me. Kiss me. Use me.
Becca raised her head and intercepted one of those kisses. As Jane’s hunger abated and the seconds slowly rolled by, Becca fell into a fit of laughter, knocking Jane onto her own side of the mattress and making the bed smack against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Becca asked, still lying on her stomach as Jane picked up her phone off the nightstand. “You better not be taking pictures!”
“Relaaaax, love.” Jane quickly texted something before lifting her arms in accomplishment. “Just telling my wife that Ihumped another woman’s arse tonight. If she is feeling cute, we should get some nudes.”
“She’s not gonna send you nudes!”
“It is like five hours behind here! Maybe she’s feeling horny too!”
“It’s only a one-hour difference!”
“So?”
Becca rolled over so she could snatch Jane’s phone out of her hands. “Gimme that. I’m going to tell her what happened.”
“Go on, then. I have all night to amuse you both.”
Unlike Becca’s threats to her girlfriend, this time she was the one taking pictures to send to someone else.
“Oh, God, surely that was flattering,” Jane said.