Page 35 of Igniting Her

“Color?”

“Green.”

Another inch. Ellie opened around the toy by degrees, her back held straight through visible effort. Cassie kept one hand at her hip and used the other to stroke her clit, slow circles easing the stretch. When the harness met the curve of Ellie’s ass, both of them went still.

“Good?”

Ellie looked back, cheeks flushed. “Very.”

Cassie withdrew halfway and pushed in again. Nothing rushed. She learned the angle from Ellie’s body: the small lift of her hips, the breath that caught when Cassie drove forward and slightly down, the way her arms trembled when the stroke reached deep. Cassie set a steady rhythm and refused every impulse to make it harder before Ellie was ready.

“More,” Ellie said.

“That wasn’t the instruction.”

“Please.”

Cassie’s hand closed around her hip. “Please what?”

Ellie lowered her head between her arms. “Please fuck me harder.”

Cassie gave her one deep stroke. Ellie cried out.

“Again?”

“Green. God, green.”

Cassie drove into her harder. The bed shifted beneath them. She kept the pace controlled, each thrust full and deliberate, one hand anchoring Ellie’s hip while the other gathered her loosened hair away from her face. Ellie took every stroke where Cassie put it. No fight. No performance. When Cassie slowed, Ellie waited instead of chasing.

The restraint cost her. Cassie could see it in the fine shaking through her thighs.

“One hand between your legs,” she said.

Ellie released the headboard and reached down.

“Touch your clit. Slowly.”

Her fingers began to move. Cassie watched the rhythm, correcting it with a hand over Ellie’s when it became frantic. Then she withdrew until only the head remained inside and pushed deep as Ellie’s fingers crossed the same point.

Ellie’s whole body tightened. “Cassie.”

“Hands back on the headboard.”

Ellie obeyed with a low curse. Cassie caught both her hips and drew her back onto every thrust. Pleasure gathered through Cassie too: the drag of the harness against her clit, the sight of Ellie yielding without disappearing, the knowledge that Ellie had chosen every inch of this. She shifted the angle and Ellie’s arms nearly gave.

Cassie pulled her upright against her chest, still buried inside. Ellie’s head fell back onto her shoulder. The wardrobe mirror faced them from across the room. In it, Cassie saw her own hair still pinned, her dark shirt buttoned above the black harness, Ellie naked and flushed in her arms.

Ellie saw too. Her eyes opened and found Cassie’s in the glass.

“Stay with me,” Cassie said.

“I’m here.”

Cassie moved inside her with quick, deep strokes. One arm held Ellie against her; the other slid down her stomach and found her clit again. Ellie’s knees widened. Her hand gripped Cassie’s forearm, not stopping her, holding on.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Do you want to come?”