Page 62 of Extraction Play
Her whole body tightened with a release that quaked through her, all while Eva rocked the dildo through her ass cheeks over and over again. Pixie’s cries burst through the room like birdsong in the first days of spring, filling the empty space. And when Pixie finally stopped writhing in the throes of her orgasm, Eva pulled her hand off and strummed on her own clit.
Her clit was so sensitive from being ignored for so long a gasp left her. God, this ache was unreal. She was soaked, and her slick guided the way as she began a few passes against her clit, the rising tide of an orgasm threatening to steal her away.
She was still buried inside Pixie, the G-spot vibe inside her thrumming, bringing her so close it was painful. Except that wouldn’t spill her over the edge. She continued to work her clit, memorizing the sight of Pixie beneath her, limbs sprawled out, eyes closed in bliss, smudges of purple across her body and the tarp beneath them from the words Eva had painted on.
Mine.
Somehow, she knew this woman was meant to be hers despite the fact that she’d met her at rock bottom. Despite the fact that her brother was Pixie’s best friend and this wasn’t something that should’ve ever come to fruition. Despite the fact that she’d promised this would only be a fling.
The tension mounting inside her grew so intense her teeth ached, and she stroked her clit until finally—finally—she spilled over.
She groaned long and low. Her clit pulsed, pulsed, pulsed with pleasure, and a moment later, the torrent of her release burst from between her legs. It gushed out, the liquid fast soaking her cunt and splashing onto Pixie’s ass and thighs, then settling into pools on the tarp. She lost herself in the headiness of the rush, how she felt wrung out and complete all in the same breath. Her fingers remained on herclit, the gentle throb a susurration against the surface, and she sucked in deep lungfuls of air.
When their gazes met, Pixie’s smile was blinding. “When you come, you don’t mess around.” She paused and glanced to where Eva was buried inside her ass, her legs coated in Eva’s cum. “Well, I guess you do.”
A sharp laugh escaped Eva, lightness bubbling up inside her. Pixie’s grin widened, and her giggle snuck free. Eva slumped down on top of her, shoulders shaking as she cracked the fuck up. When the giggles subsided, she pressed a long, slow kiss to Pixie’s lips.
The simplicity of it sent a quiet shudder through her, and she basked in the sweetness of the moment, willing it to last for an eternity.
When she pulled back a few inches so their breath puffed against each other’s lips, Eva stared into Pixie’s eyes. Those dark blue pools brimmed with satiation, and the tenderness in her expression crept inside Eva’s chest to remain there.
After going through the heartbreak of losing her longtime boyfriend and her new girlfriend as well as her parents, she hadn’t thought she’d be open to love for a long time.
However, Pixie had crashed into her life, and Eva began to understand a key distinction. The people she had lost—she had given love, but they hadn’t returned it. Not like Pixie, with her open surrender, gentle smiles, sweet surprises, and earnest affection.
Despite her resistance, her concern it was too fast, in the blink of an eye, she’d fallen in love with Pixie Monroe.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Pixie awoke, blinking against the sun streaming through her windows. Her brain was fuzzy.
For a moment, all she remembered was being back at her studio, but her comforter was over her, and she was plastered against a warm body. Eva lay next to her in bed, her auburn hair splayed out on the pillow, a mess for once. Seeing this woman undone sent an illicit thrill through her with how buttoned up she was during her everyday life.
Having her in her bed was an addiction she didn’t want to deny herself any longer. After Eva had come through for her last night—the steady way she’d accompanied her to hermother’s place, how she’d taken her apart piece by piece in the studio—those tendrils drawing them together secured into place.
And she’d also come to realize her mistake in keeping her friends out of her personal life.
Her therapist had said the same to her a thousand times, but Eva belonged to her in a way the others didn’t. They all had their own priorities, the people who they went home to at the end of the day, and Pixie had never met anyone who’d made her feel the same.
Until Eva.
Experiencing the result though, having someone stand by her side when dealing with her mother had taken off the weight of a boulder she’d been carrying by her lonesome for so long. Pixie pushed up to a seated position and swept her fingers through Eva’s glossy, reddish strands. The woman’s lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened, dark and dreamy as she stirred.
“Ugh, why do I feel hungover?” Eva said, sliding her palm down her cheek.
Pixie snorted. “Probably because you didn’t hydrate enough. We had an intense scene on both ends last night.” The sheets curled around her lower half, but the air was a little cooler on her breasts, her nipples tightening at the memory of what they’d gotten up to at her studio.
Eva scrubbed at her face. “I sometimes forget you’re far more experienced than I am in the scene.” She hesitated, and Pixie waited, wanting to know what caused it. “Does it ever bother you that I’m newer?”
Pixie shook her head, tangling their fingers together. Why holding Eva’s hand sometimes felt more intimate than kissing, she had no idea, but she couldn’t get enough. “I’ve played with Doms who had twenty years in the scene and never experienced some of the highs I do withyou. One of the things people don’t discuss a lot is the chemistry involved in playing with a partner, the connection. I’ve had sexual and power dynamic connections with different dominants before, but I’ve never had feelings involved.”
Those words landed stark in the air, and for a moment, she wanted to swallow them back. They were a little too precious, a little too naked out there.
But Eva squeezed her hand, her eyes softened, and the world tilted back on its proper axis again. Pixie could breathe.
“I feel the same way,” Eva said, her tone firm. Pixie trembled.
This was uncharted territory, something she had no map or schematics for, but the sole focus on her, how Eva made her heart sing, gave her the courage to leap.