vic’s not sure she’s got another orgasm in her. she’s already come so much. but cassie seems so sure that she can, the older woman mouthing at her neck as she grinds the strap into her, hardly pulling out now, a hand reached between them, fingers gently fluttering over her clit
c’mon baby, being so good for me, just one more cassie’s murmuring against her skin, hips barely moving, gentle gentle gentle. just enough to coax the coil in her stomach to tighten again. she doesn’t know if she wants to squirm away from cassie’s ministrations or push up into them, squirming in either direction just shifts the strap inside her, pressing up against her and it’s all almost too much
but cassie keeps going, keeps mumbling praise into her sweat slick skin, laying open mouthed kisses over wherever she can reach. the grip she’s got on cassie’s back must be painful for her, definitely leaving marks but none of it matters because one well timed swipe over her clit suddenly snaps the tension in her and she’s keening loudly, shuddering without any control of her body.
she doesn’t remember much else, the next thing she knows is cassie’s adoring face staring down at her, she’s free of the harness, pushing back vic’s hair from where it’s stuck to her forehead. welcome back, vadi
and vic huffs out something related to a laugh, brain slow and soupy, has to grasp for the right muscles to use to push her head into the cradle of cassie’s hand, manages to get just enough neurons to fire to say, think you killed me
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