If my dreams the night after Adam’s texts had been dirty, the next night’s were absolute filth. I woke up wet and wanting, your ass once again pressed into me as I loyally fulfilled the role of big spoon.

I felt you stir just before you turned over to face me. I ran a hand along your cheek.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you replied. “Sleep good?”

“Great. You?” I asked.

“Had trouble falling asleep, honestly. My mind was racing.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah? Thinking about anything in particular?”

Your hand moved to my hip.

“You know I was thinking about you, Maya.” My breath caught.

“And how are you feeling today?”

“I feel… good. Nervous. Excited. But good. I do have to ask you something, though.”

“Anything,” I replied.

“Last night you said you knew what you wanted.” I waited, but you didn’t go on.

“I did. But that’s not a question.”

“What do you want?” you asked, eyes shying away from mine.

My fingers cupped your chin, bringing your eyes to mine.

“Rachel Marie Anderson. You know good and well what I want. What I’ve wanted. But if you’d like to hear me say it: I want you. I want to make you come for me. I want to know what you sound like when you can’t take any more. I want to show you everything that being with another woman can be. I’m not in love with you or anything. And this weekend won’t change that. But I do want to make you come until you beg me to stop.”

The flush that creeped up your skin was both adorable and sexy.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?” I asked. You nodded.

“Okay, no,” I said. “If you want it, you have to say it. Tell me what you want, Rach.”

“God, Maya. I want you, too. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and that was before I even fully understood that I was attracted to women. I’m scared. You know I don’t have any experience here. But I want to touch you, to make you feel good, to let you do whatever you want to me.”

Fuck.

“Okay,” I replied, and you grinned.

“I texted with Adam last night. Made sure he really meant it. I’m trying not to feel guilty, but I don’t even know I could be so lucky to have someone like him who I’m crazy about but who also can see that maybe this is something I need to explore.”

I nodded, glad to hear that you’d talked with him. The absolute last thing I wanted was to cause any issues in your marriage.

“Speaking of exploring,” I said. “I think we need some ground rules.”

You paused, clearly curious. “Like what?”

“Well here’s what I’m thinking. We have all day today and tomorrow before we have to go. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I don’t want to rush things. I want to remember every single moment, the way every inch of you feels,” I explain as I let my hand openly roam up and down your side.

“So we take it slow?” you ask. I nod.

“We take it slow. Today, it’s just kissing. Or making out. Clothes on. No hands anywhere we wouldn’t touch each other in public. Let it build. Do you want to do that?” I paused, thinking about Adam’s text. “Do you think you can be good for me?”

You whimpered, and it almost killed my willpower.

You moved in, lips ghosting over mine.

“Yes,” you replied before I closed the gap, feeling your warm lips on mine for the first time. Immediately struggling to follow my own rules, I fisted my hand in your shirt, trying to maintain control and keep the kiss PG.

We kissed slowly, first just lips. Soft, tentative. Then I swiped my tongue across your bottom lip, and you opened up for me. So warm, soft.

I could feel the tension building between my thighs, but I tried to push it down, to focus on you. Our legs tangled as the kiss deepened, tongues dipping in and out, your little moans making it harder and harder to keep my composure.

I pulled back. “Okay, I think it’s time for breakfast and coffee.” You took a deep breath before nodding.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I’m going to shower real quick, okay?”

I agreed, then booked it into the kitchen to avoid being around when you started taking clothes off.

--

 We were moderately well-behaved during breakfast, nothing more than our usual little touches. I could feel your nervous energy. Your leg bouncing up and down.

“Why don’t we go for a drive this morning?” I asked.

You looked up at me. “Yeah, some fresh air sounds good.”

We dressed in warm sweaters and leggings and loaded into my car. We drove the winding mountain roads and I watched as you relaxed, your hand finding its way into my lap.

“Okay,” you said. “So the rules. Just kissing today.”

I nodded my agreement. “Clothes stay on.”

“But words are okay, right?”

I glance at you curiously.

“Words are okay. What do you have in mind?”

“I just… I want to know every single thought you’ve ever had about us. I want to know what you think about. What you’ve been imagining.”

Bold, I thought. I liked it.

“Who says I’ve been imagining anything?” I bluffed.

“Oh, fuck off,” you laughed. “Please…”

The please got me. I probably should’ve realized then how fucked I was. You may be submissive but you know how to get what you want.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’ve got to tell me, too. Fair is fair.”

“Agreed,” you replied, and I stole a glance at your dimples before refocusing on the road ahead.

“I think about kissing you. A lot. I think about you straddling my lap, grabbing your ass and pulling you down until you grind against me.”

“God,” you moan. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Too late,” I quip with a smile. “I think about that night at the bar by the office. How you flirted with that waitress. You were doing it to make me jealous. I wanted to take you to the bathroom and make you come all over my fingers. I wanted to claim you.”

It felt like I could see your heart pounding in your chest.

“You next,” I said. You sat up straighter, took a deep breath.

“I think about your tits. They’re so full and soft and God I’ve always wanted to touch them. To know if they are sensitive like mine. To get my mouth on them.”

I briefly closed my eyes before remembering the whole driving thing.

“Yeah. They are,” I shot back. “What else?”

“I think about you telling me what to do. Showing me. I want to make you feel good. I… I want to be good for you.”

Goddamn. It felt like I was drowning. My self-control was slipping. I found a quiet parking area that overlooked the mountain. I turned the car off and opened my door.

“Come here,” I commanded, sliding into the back seat. You hurried to comply, and seconds later you were basically in my lap.

I didn’t hesitate, pulling you against me, my tongue slipping into your mouth. It was already too much, you were too far gone. I wound my hands in your hair, pulling back gently to expose your neck. I licked and sucked as you moaned under my touch.

I snuck my hands under your sweater to feel bare skin. Your clothes were still on, I told myself. We weren’t breaking the rules.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said, running my hands along your back. You pushed me back and climbed properly onto my lap, straddling me.

“Is this what you imagined?” you asked, an evil look in your eye.

“God, yes,” I moaned, hands sliding over your ass, doing everything in my power not to pull you down against me harder.

“You know, the rules say clothes have to stay on. And hands stay in… appropriate areas,” you say, lips at my ear. “But I don’t think they said anything about this.”

“I make the rules, remember?” nipping your ear with my teeth before pulling you so that you were grinding down against me.

I gasped. My pussy ached for anything. More friction. Touch. Anything.

“Am I being good for you, baby? Following your rules?” you asked, your tone a little bratty. I couldn’t even be mad.

“So fucking good,” I moaned, hands in your hair, pulling you in to kiss me filthy and deep as your hips canted down against me again and again. “Such a good girl. Use me and take what you need.”

The words sent you tumbling. Your rhythm became erratic, but I didn’t let your lips leave mine. You moaned and whimpered as you humped against me, building and building.

“What a filthy little thing you are. Using me to get yourself off… in the backseat of a car like a horny teenager,” I muttered into your ear, and you lost it, wildly bucking against me as you came, moaning into my mouth.

--

Back at the cabin, the rest of the day was calmer. Even though our little excursion in the car might have bent my rules a little, I think it was helpful for you to relieve the pressure.

Me? I was still wet and increasingly desperate. You had offered to help take care of me, but I didn’t want your proper firsts with a woman to be in the backseat of a car, so I kindly, one might even say valiantly, resisted.

We ate lunch before settling in the living room, sitting on the floor with our backs against the couch, sharing a blanket as you dealt the Uno cards. You’ve always been a competitive monster.

“Want to make this interesting?” you asked with a shit-eating grin.

“How?” I asked.

“Winner of each game gets to do anything they want. Within the parameters of today’s rules, of course.”

“You’re on,” I shot back.

I tried not to gloat when I won the first game easily. I got up and took your hands, pulling you up with me. I guided you to down the hall toward to bedroom. I could tell you thought I was going to open it, but instead I pushed you back against it, pinning your hands above your head.

You let out a little gasp.

“If you move, I stop,” I breathed into your ear, before kissing a trail down your neck. One hand kept yours pinned in place as the other slid under your shirt to feel your warm skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” I mumbled, before my lips reached yours. This time didn’t start out slow. You immediately opened up for me, letting my tongue in and sucking on it.

I whimpered, pressing my body forward into you. I pushed your hands against the door again to indicate that you should leave them there, before letting go. I grabbed your waist with both hands and pull you impossibly closer, the herbal scent of your shampoo making my head spin.

I nudged your legs apart with my knee, and as I slipped between them, I felt your arms around my neck.

I took a small step back.

“What did I tell you, Rachel?”

“You really don’t want me to touch you?” you responded, petulant.

“I told you that if you moved, I would stop. You’ll learn that I mean what I say, Rach.”

“Fine!” you muttered, as you rather adorably stomped back toward the living room. “You’re cruel,” you said under your breath.

I caught you by the hips, pulling you back against me from behind you, my lips at your ears.

“Yeah, but you fucking love it.”

--

The trip was weeks ago and I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed waking up with your perfect ass pressed against me. Honestly, that was one of the best parts, and we both know there were a LOT of good parts.

I woke up wet and horny and needy, the events of the previous days stealing my self-control. But I still wanted to focus on you first, to make you feel good. I cupped your ass in my hands, squeezing gently, before sliding my hands under your t-shirt and rubbing your back.

You stirred, gently pushing back into me as you awoke.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” I said.

“Hi. You feel good,” you replied. There was still sleep in your voice, but as I let my hands slide around to the front of your body, you suddenly felt more awake.

“Okay?” I asked.

“God yes. Touch me,” you moaned, as my hand slid over your breast, palming gently. Your nipple tightened under my touch. I gently pinched, rolling it between my fingers, and your hips rocked back against me.

“Tell me how it feels,” I said, breathing you in.

“Maya… so good. Please, I need more,” you moaned.

“You’re going to get more, baby, but first I think there’s something we need to do.”

You turned back to look at me, eyebrow arched.

“Adam was kind enough to let you have this… I think he deserves to know how things are going, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”  you asked.

“We’re going to make a video for him. I can feel badly you need to come already, so we’re going to show him how horny and desperate you are, so he knows that I did exactly what he asked, and made sure you were wild for it. Can you do that for us? Can you touch yourself for me so he can watch?”

“God yes. Can I make myself come?” you shot back quickly. I kissed the back of your neck, your nipple still rolling between my fingers.

“Yes, baby. You’ve been a good girl. You can make that needy little pussy come for me, all for your husband to watch.”

You pulled your sleep shirt and shorts off while I grabbed my phone.

I pointed it at your totally naked, gorgeous body in the middle of the bed. You nodded, and I hit record.

You silently grabbed both tits, squeezing them, palms rubbing over the hard nipples. You let out a little moan, and I could see your hips already lifting up from the bed.

“What are you doing, Rach?” I asked, for the video.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I’m touching myself.”

I watched as one hand left your breast and slid down through thick curls.

“She did what you said, baby. She spent all fucking day teasing me yesterday, and now she’s making me beg before she will let me have it.”

You used your fingers to spread your lips open, gathering wetness and spreading it over your clit.

“I need to come so badly,” you said, fingertip circling your clit. “Thank you so much for letting me have this, baby. It’s so good, and I’m so fucking horny.”

One hand switched back and forth between nipples, pinching hard as the other circled your throbbing clit.

I nodded at you from behind the phone, and your hips lifted fully off the bed, desperate for more pressure against your clit.

“God, I’m going to come. Fuck… God, I need more. I need to be full. I need to be fucked please. I’m coming, clenching around nothing. I need more, please, please…”

I watched as you rode the wave, even as it made you desperate for more. I stopped the recording and quickly texted it to Adam before climbing in bed next to you.

“That’s my girl, you did so well for me,” I said, sliding my fingers up and down your pussy lips. “Fuck, you are so messy, baby. Do you need my fingers?”

Your head pressed into my shoulder as you mumbled, “Yes, please, yes, anything.”

I could tell the waves of the first orgasm weren’t fully past when I slipped two fingers in with ease. You let out a deep groan, hips frantically pushing down against me.

“You look so fucking sexy, Rach. You’re so sloppy and desperate for me. Such a good girl. Riding my fingers… do you need more, baby?”

You nodded, sweat dripping down your forehead. I could barely hold you still long enough to slip a third finger in.

“That’s it… so good for me,” I said, before swiping my thumb over your clit.

The noise that came out of you was guttural, the dam breaking as you wildly bucked your hips against me, my fingers deep and curling inside you. Wetness flooded my fingers, your moans wild and uncontrolled.

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” you chanted, hips grinding down hard and fast.

“You’re choking my fucking fingers. So fucking good. Come all over my hand,” I said, pinching a nipple with my free hand.

Finally, you started to come down, still panting. Sweaty, and gorgeous. I slid my fingers out and sucked them clean, one by one.

“Goddamn, Maya,” you muttered, still catching your breath.

“We’re just getting started,” I replied with a grin.

--

We came up for air, making a light breakfast and taking showers before finding ourselves in the living room.

I turned toward you on the couch so that our knees were touching.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Amazing,” you laughed. “Starting the day with two orgasms will do that for a girl.”

“You are so sexy,” I replied. “I want to check in, though. Any regrets so far? Do you want to stop here?”

“Before I get to make you come?” you asked incredulously, your deeply serious tone making me laugh.

“I just… there’s no pressure, okay? Ever. If you don’t want to do something, just say the word, and we go back to…”

“Maya?” you interrupted.

“Shut up. I’m a grown woman, and I understand consent. If I want to stop, I’ll say that. I don’t want to stop."Y ou pause for a couple of seconds. “In fact, the way you talk to me? Calling me a good girl, or saying I’m messy and desperate? Goddamn, it makes me like wildly horny.”

I reminded myself that you wanted this – maybe needed this. I grinned, so glad that Adam had mentioned your submissive side in his texts. I never would have started talking to you like that if I didn’t suspect that you’d like it. Knowing how much it turned you on was making my head feel like it was untethered from my body.

“And…” you paused, a little fidgety.

“What, Rach? Tell me what you want.”

“If you wanted, you could be… rougher. With how you talk to me." Your eyes darted around the room, not making eye contact.

I gently touched your chin, turning your head back to look at me.

“You’re going to need to tell me what you mean.”

“Like, I really like the stuff you’ve been saying. And the like praise stuff is so hot. But I also think like calling me your little slut or calling me greedy and stuff like that… I’ve always thought it’s so sexy.”

I groaned, repositioning as I felt my clit throb and my nipples tighten.

“Okay, so a little degradation. Got it,” I replied, before slipping a hand around your back and pulling you in closer. My lips at your ears, I whispered, “You’ve always been such a desperate little thing for me, haven’t you? Always touching me, teasing me, going home so wet, wishing you could feel what I would do to you?”

You whimpered, and I lay back on the couch, pulling you fully on top of me, one of my legs slotted between yours. I looked up at you, hands grabbing your round ass. I kissed you, deep and messy.

“What does my greedy girl need right now?” I asked, hands roaming your body, already feeling your hips starting to rock down against me.

“I want to make you come,” you immediately replied.

“How?”

“I want you to ride my face.” You answered so fast it threw me off a little, but I could tell from your face you were just as surprised to hear it coming out of your mouth. Knowing your limited experience with women, I really did not expect that. But it made my pussy flood with wetness.

“Goddamn, Rachel. You are so fucking filthy, aren’t you? You want to have my come all over your mouth, all over your face?”

You nodded with a soft smile. “I just… I want to make you feel good.”

“Come here,” I said gruffly, taking your hand and pulling you down the hall back to the bedroom. I guided you so that the backs of your knees were against the bed and pushed you gently until you were lying on your back.

“You are so sexy,” I said. “Show me.”

You pulled your leggings and panties off and tossed them aside before pulling the t-shirt over your head. Your bra was the last to go before you were beautifully exposed in front of me.

“Now you,” you demanded, reaching for me. We made quick work of getting my clothes out of the way before I slid up next to you, our naked bodies soft and warm against each other.

“You feel so good,” you muttered. “Let me be good for you.”

I crawled up and positioned my knees on either side of your head, my hands bracing myself on the headboard. For a few seconds it was silent, and I started to get concerned that your newfound confidence was waning.

“Hey. It’s okay if you don’t want to…”

“Maya, once again, shut up. I’m just looking at you. You’re gorgeous.”

First, I felt your hands on me, spreading me open. I couldn’t even imagine what I must have looked like right then, my aching, swollen clit inches from your face. Your fingers traced lightly up and down my lips.

My entire body braced as I felt the first nudge of your tongue against my clit. You slowly traced a circle all the way around it, before lapping at it gently.

I was losing my mind already. All the buildup, all the filthy talk. I knew it wasn’t going to take long, I just hoped I could keep control and not suffocate you when the dam broke.

“That feels so good, Rach. Such a greedy little slut, look at you, licking me like you can’t get enough.”

I felt you moan into me and it made me even wilder. My hips started rocking, looking for more friction. Your tongue slipped down to my entrance, teasing it before working back up to suck my clit into your mouth.

“That’s it. Good girl. You love being used like this, don’t you?” I moaned out, starting to lose control.

“You taste so good,” you muttered before moving one hand up to slip two fingers inside me. It wasn’t perfect. Your mouth kept working around my clit, but my bucking hips kept you from being precise. It didn’t matter.

I braced myself against the headboard, rutting down filthily on your face.

“God yes, you’re so good, letting me take what I need. Such a perfect little greedy slut, desperate to make me come,” I muttered as I rolled over the cliff, my orgasm making me lose all control.

You did your best to hold my hips and keep your tongue on my clit as I came all over your mouth, your lips, your face.

As the waves slowed, I moved over to lie next to you, leaning in to kiss you. I licked the traces of my own mess from your mouth.

“Fuck,” I said. “I always knew that if we ever hooked up, it would be hot, but… this is something else.”

---

That last night… God. I have thought about it every day for the last three weeks. I have never seen anything as sexy as you telling me you couldn’t take anymore, you couldn’t come one more time, even as you were still grinding against that bullet vibrator.

You gave me so much shit for even bringing it. No, I didn’t expect to actually use it with you, but knowing how badly being around you turned me on, I had come prepared to relieve the tension if needed.

But this was so much better than the quick solo orgasm I had anticipated.

We had finally ventured out of the cabin to a local restaurant for an early dinner, before making our way back. You had made us another round of vodka sodas, and we sat in the rocking chairs on the back deck, covered in heavy blankets, drinking and watching the sun set.

“This isn’t romantic, you know,” I said, taking a sip. You laughed, your dimples showing.

“I know it’s not,” you agreed. “I’m very much in love with my husband. I’m just here enjoying a drink with my best friend, with whom I am having very hot sex. I’m not falling in love with you, don’t worry.”

Putting down your empty glass, you stood, pulling me up with you. The momentum brought me right into your personal space. I leaned in, brushing your long hair aside and kissing your neck.

“I really want to taste you,” I said, placing kisses up and down your throat. “Can I do that? Will you be good and let me have you?”

“Anything,” you moaned, and I led you inside.

I thought about the couch, but I knew that giving you one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough for me, and for serious business like that, we were going to need the bed.

We undressed, and you lay back in the center of the bed. I kissed a path up your soft thighs. I nudged your legs further apart before spreading you open.

You smelled so fucking good. I love being able to tell how turned on you are for me. I dipped two fingers into your entrance, dragging the wetness up and over your clit.

“Yes,” you moaned. “More.”

“Such a needy girl,” I replied. “Be patient.”

I lowered my head and lapped gently at your clit. Teasing. Torturing. So light you could barely feel it.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Harder.”

“Yeah? You need it harder, baby? Such a desperate thing,” I teased, before increasing the pressure of my tongue and using it to circle your clit. Your breathing staggered; I could feel you struggling to stay still under me.

I took my time, teasing your clit with my tongue, then stopping to lick a trail down to your entrance, then even further down until you let out a gasp.

“Filthy girl,” I muttered, “You love how my tongue feels on your tight little asshole, don’t you?”

I could feel you nodding, but no words came. I worked my mouth back up to your clit, this time licking harder, before circling two fingers around your wet hole.

“That’s it, open up for me like a good girl,” I said, pushing my fingers in just to the first knuckle before stopping.

“Please, more,” you begged. “I need more.”

“Say it, then. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me. To make me come. To make me scream.”

Immediately, I buried my fingers inside you, deep. Your breath was uneven. I couldn’t believe how tight you were around me.

“Relax and let me in,” I said, working my fingers slowly out and then pushing back in deep. Your hips came up off the bed, desperate for more.

“Look at you,” I said. “So needy. Dripping all over me. Such a good little slut.”

I could see that the words were affecting you, you were already losing control. I worked your clit again with my tongue, and curled my fingers inside you, hitting your spot perfectly. It only took a few strokes like that before you cried out, flooding my hand.

“Yes, baby,” I said. “So good for me. Let me have it,” I encouraged, curling my fingers over and over and over inside you, struggling to keep my tongue on your clit as you rode out your orgasm.

Finally you relaxed and I pulled my fingers out gently, sliding up to lay beside you. You looked fucking gorgeous. Spent, sweaty, satisfied. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

“That was so good,” you said, pulling me in for a kiss.

“You don’t think I’m done, do you?” I asked. “A greedy little slut like you doesn’t get just one. You’re going to come again for me.”

I felt your thighs clench and saw your eyes snap shut. I knew I was on the right track.

“Stay here,” I commanded, jumping up from the bed to grab my toiletry bag. I unzipped the side pouch and grabbed the small black bullet vibe.

I moved back next to you on the bed. Your eyes widened.

“You brought a vibrator? Did you plan this or something?”

I laughed, a little embarrassed. “I had absolutely no reason to think I would be using it on you,” I replied. “I just thought I might need it. Being around you does things to me,” I admitted.

“That’s fucking hot. Now I’m imagining you getting off while I’m in the shower, so turned on just from being around me.”

I pushed you gently until you were lying flat on your back, bending down to take a nipple into my mouth. You moaned, and I used one hand to roll the other between my fingers.

“That’s what you do to me. And you can’t tell me you haven’t been doing it on purpose,” I said, continuing to work your nipples. “You’ve been so desperate for me, you’ve been fucking teasing me, trying to get me to break, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “But you were doing the same thing to me.”

I laughed, knowing you were right. I turned the vibrator on low, and put it in your hand.

“Be good for me, and use that to work your clit,” I said, before sucking on one nipple as I pinched the other softly.

“Harder,” you moaned, and I listened, pinching more firmly. You let out a whimper and I did it again. You brought the vibe over your clit and immediately started mumbling.

“Ohgod god, oh Maya fuck, it feels so good. I’m so sensitive, fuck, baby, please,” I switched tactics, now taking the other nipple into my mouth, as your hips started bucking off the bed.

“Fuck Maya, please make me come, please. I need it,” you begged.

“Look at how fucking sloppy and desperate you are,” I said. “You already came all over my fingers and my face, but that wasn’t enough, was it?” I taunted. “You're such a filthy slut, you need more. You need me to give you more, don’t you?"

“GODDAMN IT YES,” you screamed, and I heard the noise of the vibe increase as you flipped the setting to high.

“Take it, then,” I said, pinching both nipples roughly as your hips rocked wildly. “Be a filthy slut and make yourself come on my vibrator, baby.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” you cried out, and I could tell you were tumbling over the edge. I slid two fingers in deep, and you screamed. You clenched around them so hard I couldn’t even move them. You were sweating and screaming and maybe crying and rocking and it felt like it went on forever before your breathing finally started to slow down.

You buried your face in my chest, still breathing hard. I felt you start to move your hand away from your clit, but I caught it in mine first.

“You can give me one more,” I whispered.

“I don’t think I can,” you whined. “It’s too much. I’m too sensitive.”

But even as you said it, I felt your body turning, pushing harder against me.

“I know you can. Such a greedy little thing, I want you to come again for me. Ride my thigh.”

“Ohmygod Maya,” you moaned, mounting my leg so the vibrator was trapped, throbbing wildly against your clit. I grabbed your ass and pulled you against me, forcing you to grind against it.

"Fuck, ohmyfuckinggod, fuck fuck, it’s so much,” you mumbled as your hips rocked harder and harder.

I slid one hand down to play with my own clit. I knew with all the buildup from making you come and listening to your filthy sounds, it wasn’t going to take me long.

“Such a messy little thing, grinding on me like you’re in heat. Make that perfect pussy come for me,” I said, quickly losing my own grip as I rubbed my aching clit.

“Coming ohmygod coming again. How? Jesus, it feels so fucking good,” you cried out, nearly sobbing.

I kept playing with my clit as you rode out your orgasm, then you quickly slipped up to kiss me, deep and hard. It was so distracting I didn’t even feel your hand move until you were two fingers deep in me, and suddenly I was tumbling too. I rocked against you, and you kissed my neck as I cried out.

We lay there, tangled and sweaty, until I grabbed the vibe and turned it off. I went out to the kitchen, coming back with a cold washcloth and a bottle of water. I pushed the sweaty hair out of your face, letting you cool off.

You downed half the bottle in one gulp, using the washcloth to cool yourself down.

“You are so incredible,” I said with a grin. “It’s so easy for you to be so vulnerable, to give me everything.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt that I’ve trusted you forever,” you replied. “Makes it a bit easier to let go.”

I looked at you, gorgeous and glowing. It suddenly felt surreal.

“You remember two days ago when I had no idea what you sounded like when you come? And didn’t know how much you needed to be simultaneously praised and degraded?”

Red crept up your face before you buried it in my shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I would never make fun of you. You are like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. “You know, I only have one regret about this weekend.”

Your face scrunched up with concern.

“I just wish I had known this was going to happen so I could’ve brought my strap.”

Your eyes went wide before we both burst out in a fit of giggles.

EPILOGUE

I expected things to be awkward that last morning, but they felt oddly natural. We woke up and you started packing while I cut fruit and toasted bagels for breakfast.

As we sat down at the table, you plucked a strawberry from my plate and popped it into your mouth.

“Always so greedy,” I teased.

“Only for you,” you replied, voice sultry.

“Fuck off,” I joked. “You can’t tease me like that when you know we’re about to leave.”

“You started it!”

“I did not!” I replied, indignant. Then I thought for a moment. “Okay, maybe I did.”

You leaned over, pulling me in for a heated kiss.

“Soooooo what happens after this?" you asked, sounding more serious as you pulled back.

“I have literally no idea,” I laughed. “I know you go home to your husband. You guys talk it out. I know he only gave you permission for this weekend. And if that’s all it ever is, then I’ll be fine with that.”

“You will?” you asked.

“I mean, am I going to get myself off thinking about this weekend for the rest of my life? Probably, yeah. But I’ll take what I can get.”

“And what if you could get… more?” you asked, eyes questioning.

“I would be open to that,” I said. “Is that something you want?”

“Maybe?” you said. “I know I need to think on it, and I need to talk to Adam. Obviously having sex with you is like… insanely hot. And I would for sure want to do it again. But I don’t know where he stands yet, plus I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you finding something more long-term.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I laughed. “I promise, even if we ever get to do this again, I can separate it from romance. When I’m ready to get serious with someone, I will let you know, and we can go from there.”

“That sounds very adult of us,” you said, smiling.

“So adult,” I nodded. “Tell Adam thanks for me. And I know that he’s your person, so if you want to share details about our weekend with him, it’s fine with me.”

You smiled at me, those dimples making me grin. “You know the doctors say you shouldn’t have erections that last more than 4 hours. Hearing about all of this might kill him.”

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Since returning home, our texts had been their usual amount of flirty, but we hadn’t directly talked about it. I had, as promised, gotten myself off thinking about how fucking good you felt, many, many times.

I was trying to be good; I tried not to be the one to bring it up. I’m single, and there was no relationship I’m putting at risk. The ball had to be in your court.

But God, can I still hear every filthy thing you whispered in my ear. I can feel you riding my thigh. Clenching around my fingers.

My phone dinged. I picked it up. You, of course.

Rachel: So… you showed up in my dream last night.

Interesting. You were clearly teasing me, trying to pique my curiosity. It worked.

Maya: Yeah? I’m sure I was well-behaved and fully appropriate?

I was fishing, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

Rachel: Nope.

Maya: Tell me.

Rachel: You had come to visit. We were in your hotel room.

Maya: And?

Rachel: You brought your strap this time.

Maya: Fuck.

Maya: Okay, so we’re doing this, huh? What’s Adam think about it all?

Rachel: He says he’s never seen me seem as happy and horny as I was after that weekend. He got the benefits– I’ve been telling him all about it, and every time I do I get so wet and… well, he’s definitely enjoying it.

Maya: Hot.

Rachel: Yeah. So. He understands what this is. He knows that I am crazy about him, that I still love fucking him, and that if the opportunity ever comes up again, I would jump at the chance to have you again.

Maya: I think we can work with that.