Strapped: Part 2 (Patreon)

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Genevieve helped me off of her, and then loosened the straps so she could take the harness off and give it to me. I mumbled to myself about what went where as I figured out how to put it on, and Genevieve watched me as patiently as she possibly could. Which was somewhat impatiently, given that her hand kept wandering down her stomach, getting closer and closer to slipping between her thighs.

When I caught sight of it, I playfully swatted it away. “Stop that.”

She let out a sound that was half laugh and pouting whine, but I could see the genuine desperation in her eyes. She’d been rearing to go since I got to her room. She needed this.

“Done,” I said, pulling the last strap.

Her knees fell open, and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t the kind of invitation that left my mouth watering. Especially when I saw exactly how ready for this she was. The center of her was soaked in glimmering silk, and despite the fact that I knew how badly she wanted me to be inside her already, I couldn’t resist running a single finger up her core just to feel it for myself.

“Echo,” she pleaded, her eyebrows knitting with need, “don’t tease.”

“You’re the biggest tease and you know it,” I laughed, but despite that, I inched closer to fit myself between her legs, preparing to give her what she wanted. Only, when I glanced down to grab the dildo and guide it to her, I paused.

“Why are you hesitating?” she asked, scooting down so the length of it was hovering over her, and I was sure that if the angle were right then she’d have done it herself.

“I’m concerned for you,” I admitted. “It’s big…”

“Oh my god,” she groaned. “You literally just took it. Twice.”

“I know,” I chuckled, “but you like your sex a lot harder than I like mine.”

“This is not my first rodeo,” she said, bucking her hips upward in search of contact and whimpering at the lack of relief.

“Good point…” I agreed, watching her hips rise again, and I couldn’t help reaching down to trace one of the v-lines below her stomach. “Let me ask you just one thing first.” She nodded eagerly, and I buoyed my eyebrows at her as I asked, “Am I the biggest you’ve been with?”

She tried her hardest not to laugh, but she couldn’t keep the smirk off her face as she hummed in consideration and her eyes fell between my legs. “Well, do you want the truth? Or do you want the ego boost?”

“You are brutal,” I laughed, and even though she laughed too, she hiked herself up again to remind me that she was still waiting. I walked my fingers up the inside of her thigh instead. “I kind of like you all desperate and squirmy, I don’t get this often.”

“Echo,” she whined, “if you’re not going to fuck me, then at least touch me or something.”

She reached down as if to demonstrate herself, but I was done teasing. It was time to give her what she liked, because she’d done such an amazing job of doing it for me. I grabbed her hand, taking both and using my weight to pin them beside her shoulders while I dropped my lower half between her legs. It put more of the dildo against her, and she sucked in a sharp breath at even that start of contact, so I lifted just enough to fit the length of it between us, glancing down to get at least some view of what I was doing and where.

“Hey,” she prompted, and I paused to look up at her. “You know how I like it, but… I still need a minute to adjust, once you’re inside.”

I nodded and gave her a gentle kiss to reassure her that I’d start as slow as she wanted, and in response to it she angled her hips to help me find the right placement. When I did, I sank forward gradually, watching her face in between the scattered pecks I gave to make sure I wasn’t going too fast. It seemed easier for her than it was for me. She was completely relaxed, and probably worlds more worked up than I’d been at the start, and before long I was seated entirely within her.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said, trailing kisses to that sweet spot beneath her ear as her head fell sideways with reception.

She let me lavish that spot with my lips for almost a minute before saying, “I’m ready.”

I let go of her hands to support my palms on the bed instead, that way it wouldn’t hurt her when I started moving, and now that hers were free she cupped my face, guiding me down to kiss her while my hips set into motion. I started slow, paying attention and looking for her tells every time I quickened the pace. Like how she kissed me, because I knew that she could kiss me as hard and deep as she wanted and it was a good sign, but if she started nipping it’s because it hurt, and not the kind of hurt that she liked. Or her hands, because her nails raking down my back or her fingers clutching at me was a plea to keep going, but her nails digging into her own palms meant it was too much. Or her breathing, because I could have her panting in uneven gasps, I should have her panting in uneven gasps, but if she held her breath when she wasn’t about to come then I was doing something wrong.

So I built up a decent rhythm, one fast enough that I was working for it without being out of breath myself, and I was getting all the right feedback. Her hips ground against mine every time I pushed into her. One of her hands stayed on my face, but the other was threaded in my hair so I could feel her fingers twitch with pleasure on every forward thrust. I had all the right feedback except for one crucial thing. Her breathing was steady. It was picking up, and I could feel the hard huffs from her nose against my upper lip as we kissed, but it was steady.

I’d been increasing in increments, but it was clear that she wasn’t nearly satisfied. I sped up, jogging my hips at a noticeably quicker pace, and one I felt because she did. Because her hands left my head to grasp at my back, and because her lips faltered against mine as it forced a stuttering breath onto my tongue. Even my own breathing got more labored. There wasn’t the fraction of a pause between thrusts, and after a minute I started to feel it in my abs. I wouldn’t be able to keep this up forever, and so one of my hands left the bed and moved between us so I could touch her. It’d be clumsy in the wavering space between us, but I knew it would be enough.

“Not yet,” Genevieve said before my fingers could find position, and as I returned my hand to the mattress, she breathed a simple syllable into my mouth. “More.”

My desire to give her what she wanted was greater than the growing fatigue at my core. I left her lips to push up a little higher, because when I sped up even more I was rocking too much to keep kissing her, and because I’d forced myself to a pace that took all my concentration to keep even. But I didn’t just speed up. I snapped my hips on every forward thrust, burying into her as fast and hard and deep as I could, savoring the sweet moment I felt her nails at my back and her mouth fell open with an absent moan. The effort had me panting for air after a mere minute, and my stomach was burning, but it was worth it for the look on her face. For the way her bottom lip quivered with each ragged breath and the way her eyes screwed shut with pleasure. It was even better than I’d imagined.

I reached between us again, but the very moment Genevieve felt me get close she muttered, “No.”

“What,” I panted, “are you,” another gulp of air, “waiting for?”

Her gaze found mine, and she stretched upward to give me a kiss so deep it threw off the rhythm of my hips, and I could still feel her lips against mine when she pulled away just enough to whisper, “For you to fuck me.”

And she fell back onto her pillow, staring me straight in the eyes as I flushed with a heat so strong it made my rhythm stop completely. I wanted so desperately to give her exactly what she needed, but I was tired and my muscles were burning, and I couldn’t go any faster. Not like this. I pulled out of her, and she didn’t get a chance to vocalize the disappointed shock on her face before I said, “Turn over.”

I scooted back to give her space, and she flipped onto her stomach without so much as a thought, lifting her back half into the air. As much as I’d have loved to take a moment and admire the view before me – her parted thighs and everything between them, her slanted back on display as she laid her head down on a pillow – there was no way she had the patience, and I was eager to earn her release. My hands landed on her hips as I rose onto my knees and lined myself up behind her. I worked the shaft up her core until the tip caught at her entrance, easily pushing back in once I found that position. Then I paused.

“Okay?” I asked, because I’d only ever done this with my fingers, and as much as I wanted to completely let go, it was more important that she was still comfortable.

She rocked forward, easing herself off the length and then returning so slowly that I watched the entire shaft slide into her. “Don’t hold back,” she said, easing forward again as if to encourage me to start moving.

I didn’t hold back. I slammed into her to pick up right where we left off, resuming that rhythm she’d knocked me out of. But this position gave me everything I needed to give her what she needed. I had the leverage to go even faster and deeper, and pushing with my thighs instead of my abs meant I could do this as hard and as long as she wanted me to. And her reaction was instant. She buried her face in the pillow while her hands grabbed the bed on either side of it, fingers clutching so tight that the ripples went up the muscles of her forearms.

A second after I established that relentless pace, I angled my hips so the tip of the shaft hit her inner front wall with every thrust. The first time she felt it, she gasped, and one of her hands released the sheets, fingers splayed apart from each other as her ribs expanded with the depth of her breath. I watched that hand as I drove into her a few more times, ready to stop if she squeezed an empty fist. But as she released that gasp into a series of uneven breaths, she went back to clutching at the fabric of the bed.

No matter how out of breath I already was too, I wouldn’t stop until she was falling apart beneath me. It wouldn’t be long now, and so I finally took the opportunity to admire the view. One of my hands stayed on her hip for balance, but the other explored everything it could. Genevieve was gorgeous. My palm rounded up the perfect swell of her ass only to fall into the bend of her lower back. The slender chords of muscle there were wound tight, bracing her against every powerful thrust I made, and I lingered for a long moment just to feel them flex. Then my fingers skimmed upward, tracing every dip and line of anatomy between her shoulders, put on prominent display as her arms stretched up near her head to grasp at the sheets and support her upper body. She was so damn sexy, and I’d never get over the fact that I was the one who got to do this. The one who got to kiss her, and touch her, and fuck her. The one who got to love her.

It was only another second before Genevieve reached behind her, grabbing my hand and directing it past her stomach and between her legs. She was pushing back against me every time I drove forward, quivering with the sheer amount of tension that had built in her body, and she was finally ready to be touched. My middle finger found the pulsing point of her clit, and I set to working deep circles against it in the best way I knew how. I was panting with exertion, her ribs were expanding and collapsing with every labored breath and her entire body was swaying with my rhythm, but I still caught the exact moment she hit peak.

She inhaled once, and then everything about her froze. For a long span of seconds her breathing stopped and she stopped pushing against my thrusts and the muscles of her back stayed flexed. But I didn’t stop the movement of my hips or my finger, not until she got over that peak and fell into climax. Not until she started pushing again slow and hard and grinding back against me, and I could see the ripples of pleasure travel up her spine, and her knuckles turned white with the grip she had on the sheets. Not until then did I bury into her and stop. I stayed there and eased the pressure of my finger, almost unmoving to let her rock against me and ride out the waves as she wanted.

Halfway through it, I bent forward to kiss her back, to feel with my lips how she just kept trembling with aftershocks as my finger pulsed against that throbbing point of nerves. She didn’t make a sound until it was over enough for her to breathe again. She sucked in breath after ragged breath, still tensing with the occasional shudder as my finger slowed, gradually bringing her down from climax.

When I was sure she was done, I removed my hand and retreated. She collapsed the moment I was out and lazily rolled onto her back, and even though it wouldn’t have mattered if I fell right on top of her, I removed the harness because I knew I’d be too tired to in a minute. Then I dropped on top of her, and she laughed at how clumsy it was as her hands found my back.

“You a little hot?” she teased, running a finger down the dampness along my spine.

“You make that thing a workout,” I chuckled into her neck, pressing a kiss to it to let her know I far from minded. “Forget running water, your next mission should be air conditioning.”

“I’ll be sure to let Blake know,” she laughed.

I pushed up onto my hands, beaming down at her with an exaggerated grin even though I knew she was joking. “The perks of sleeping with second in command.”

She got through half an eye roll before I kissed her, and as her lips moved against mine, her hands shifted up my back until she’d wrapped her arms around my neck. I could only hold myself up for another few seconds, and then I stopped kissing her and fell, burying my face into her again to relish the way she was hugging me. To bask in the afterglow and drink in the heat of her.

We lay like that for a minute while my eyes grew heavy, and then Genevieve prompted with an equal amount of lethargy in her voice, “Echo?” I hummed that I was listening, and she nuzzled against the side of my head and murmured, “I love you.”

I fitted my arms between her and the bed to squeeze her, planting one last kiss before falling asleep. “I love you too.”