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It should have been easier to speak, but Becca was already lost again. “Of course I am.” Her lips hovered against Caitlyn’s. “I always am.”
The calm before a meteoric storm swept across Caitlyn’s perfectly made face.
“Show me.”
That wasn’t a request for Becca to do anything but be a doll for someone else, another girlfriend who dreamed of dominating her for one more evening. Becca didn’t know where Jane went. She didn’t know what time their dinner reservations were. God, she didn’t care. She was half undressed again, shoved onto the bed with a delectable beauty queen on top of her. When Becca’s hands appeared on either side of the bed, trapped in Caitlyn’s vise grip, she groaned in renewed strength to show what she could do.
“You’re a handful right now.” Caitlyn untied the fabric belt holding up her pants in place. As it slid effortlessly out, Becca closed her eyes, giving herself completely over without remorse.
That was her bare skin coming out again. And those were her wrists bound together by Caitlyn’s soft belt.
A kiss against her forehead forced her eyes open.
Who needed propriety when Caitlyn touched her, groped her like that? Rare was the woman who could make Becca think of the word groping and see it as hot, let alone a necessity to one's personal life. Yet Caitlyn knew exactly how to touch Becca in such a lecherous way that it felt right, as if she were supposed to spend her evening getting fucked by the one power couple who preferred to not keep their romance to each other. There was Becca, enjoying the benefits as Caitlyn's heavy body pushed against her.
Damn, I love her.Becca didn't voice it. When Caitlyn looked at her like that, she was meant to remain silent aside from her whimpers. Caitlyn could say plenty for them both.
"Are these the same pair you were wearing earlier?" Caitlyn's fingers hooked into the elastic of Becca's underwear. "You packed a few extra, I'm assuming. You're always prepared."
She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled down Becca's underwear, pressing them against her face as if she could detect traces of her wife.
Surely, she did. That was why she delicately folded Becca's underwear and shoved them in her pocket. Becca's thighs shifted on the bed, eager to open for another woman again.For someone like Caitlyn, you really have to open your legs.Becca loved it. The anticipation alone was enough to make her squirm.Get between my legs with your beautiful thighs, Cait.That's what Becca would have said if she dared. Split my hips apart as you hump me with yours.
That was the fantastic thing about Caitlyn and Jane. They were so different in both body and mind that it couldn't be more like making love to two totally different people. Becca got the easyentanglement with Jane and the crushing heat of Caitlyn. Every day was her birthday if she believed hard enough.
Caitlyn's hand disappeared between Becca's legs, already coated with what she had left behind after her afternoon delight with Jane. "Isn't it wonderful, having a woman like this?"
Becca didn't bother answering. Caitlyn wouldn't be mad either way.
"I'm going to fuck you. You're going to like it." Caitlyn's fingers were already teasing her entrance. "I know you will, because you always do. You're my good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
Caitlyn thrust her fingers deep into Becca's pussy, all the way up to her knuckles. "I lied," she said, while Becca cried out from being taken to that erotic place again so soon. "You're not my good girl. You're my naughty darling who gives it up to whoever finds her first. Isn't that right?" Her finger jerked inside Becca, forcing itself into the tightest corner it could claim. Even without her clit touched, Becca shuddered from the stimulation that was likely to make her come sooner rather than later.If I can handle it...Oh, Caitlyn would take this pleasure from Becca. There was no doubt about it. But Becca was definitely giving, giving, giving.
She would happily destroy herself for her women.
"Did you hear me?" Caitlyn sweetly asked. "You're an easy one, aren't you?"
"Yes..." Becca's breath hitched as her hips rolled with the rhythm of Caitlyn's hand. Her own hands remained bound above her head. She couldn't touch her beautiful queen if she wanted. "I am."
"How long have you been waiting for us?"
"My whole life."
Caitlyn leaned down, her body flattening on top of Becca, her mouth close to her ear. "Then let me give you everything you've ever wanted."
"I already have that."
Caitlyn lifted her face enough to stare at Becca, to chuckle with the promise of making her words true. Becca's heart pounded in her ears. Her throat constricted with a cry she knew was coming.
That was when Caitlyn's hand returned but with more fingers. Two? Three? Becca couldn't tell. It was enough to make her want to scream as those fingers buried themselves in her.
"F-fuck!" Becca's hips were at it again, this time without the careful counting of her own consciousness. "Cait!"
