Page 51 of Semantics

Stella pushed into her hard, fast, and deep while Violet wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck and felt like she had to hold on just to keep herself from falling over as her second orgasm tore through her body.

“I’ve got you,” Stella said.

Violet wasn’t sure why Stella was saying that, but as she came down from her second orgasm, she realized she was no longer leaning back against the door but was more or less being held up by Stella, who was still inside her.

“I was worried it wouldn’t be as good as last night,” she admitted before she nipped at Stella’s still-clothed shoulder.

“And?”

“Better,” she replied. “Somehow, better.”

Breathing hard, Stella asked her, “Why did you think it wouldn’t be as good?”

“Because I thought we got it out of our system.”

“Apparently not,” Stella said and wiggled her fingers, which made Violet moan. “Again?”

“Yes, but I want you to wear something this time.”

“Ah. I remember you mentioning that at the bar.” Stella slipped out of her and helped her stand up fully again. “Need to lie down?”

“I want to stand for this one as well.”

“No problem.”

Violet lifted her mock turtleneck off and revealed her bra-clad breasts to Stella, who immediately cupped them with her hands.

“Can this come off, too?” Stella asked.

“Yes, but leave the skirt on,” Violet said. “You can get naked, though.”

“Oh, I can, huh?”

“Well, you’ll need to at least lose the pants if you’re going to wear it for me.”

“Where is it?”

“Top drawer. I put the dildo into the harness before I left for the bar.”

“Fuck. You planned this.” Stella removed Violet’s bra and lowered her mouth to the waiting hard nipple. “I love that. You wanted it so much; you made it as easy as possible for me.”

“Get it, Stella. Please,” she practically begged, and normally, she would’ve been embarrassed to beg someone to give her something in the bedroom, but with Stella, she wasn’t.

It was just sex between them, and they could ask for what they wanted without fear or shame because there were no feelings involved here. If Stella didn’t want to do something, she could say so and they wouldn’t, and vice versa.

Stella let go of her breast then and walked over to the drawer Violet had nodded to. She took off her shirt and bra before she opened it, kicked off her shoes as well, and pulled off her socks. She turned around to face Violet once she had the strap-on in one hand and began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans slowly with the other, making Violet lick her lips.

“Do you want to help me, Violet?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Violet walked over bare but for her skirt and her heels, which she kicked off on the way, and knelt in front of Stella. She pushed the jeans down her legs and took them off. Then, she looked up and noticed a dark spot on Stella’s pale-blue bikinis, so she licked her there.

“Oh, that’s good,” Stella said. “But later. Do that later.”

Violet looked up at her and tried to give Stella a smirk that could rival the one Stella used on her, hoping it was sexy, and when Stella looked down at her, her expression told Violet that it just might have been. Violet removed the underwear and wanted to take Stella with her mouth, but Stella held out the harness for her, so Violet helped her slip it over her legs and sat back on her heels, watching Stella adjust it until she ran her hand over the dildo a few times back and forth slowly.

“Lube?” Stella asked.