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Max’s wall of polaroids was missing one picture— Blue haired Chloe, flicking the camera off. She had taken it down before inviting Amanda over for a date night, trying to bury the memories that cut too deep: Safi’s blood seeping into white snow, her wails cutting through a raging storm, the sting in her eyes when Max refused to help control her powers.
They were too close a parallel: Chloe’s blood splattered on bathroom tile, her cries echoing over a hurricane… and Max had betrayed her, going back in time to let her die, instead of telling the universe to fuck off and defying the storm together, like she had with Safi.
“You sure you’re okay?” Amanda asked, rubbing her hand over Max’s back. She was always so kind, and too observant— although this time, it was mostly Max’s fault for spacing out like that. “It’s not too late to watch a movie, or just cuddle.”
“No no, I want you tonight.” Max forced a smile, sitting half naked on her bed, topless in panties, while Amanda stayed cozy in a sweater. Her eyes flickered back to the photo wall; she needed to stop looking at that before sex.
“Sorry if I seem a little off,” she sighed. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I’d rather not.” She placed a palm over Amanda’s hand, and squeezed. “I want to be here with you, in this moment, present together. Not down memory lane.” Lived there, done that.
“Dangerously romantic, Caulfield. Should I be flattered or concerned?”
Rain pattered on the roof. Max playfully whacked Amanda on the arm. “It’s best if I let go. Focus on the here and now. I mean, look at you.” She licked her lips, eying Amanda’s bare legs, letting her gaze slowly drift over the exposed skin. “You’re the smartest, most beautiful woman in a hundred miles. And you’re in my bed, half naked, making me feel like I’m the only other person in the world.”
“Very dangerously romantic.”
Max leaned in, whispering against Amanda’s cheek. “My thoughts aren’t exactly romantic tonight…”
“Oh yeah?” There was a faint quiver to Amanda’s voice.
Max grinned. “Yeah.”
Straddling Amanda’s lap, their eyes locked, desire sparking, Max dove in, kissing hungrily at lips, cheek, and jaw. She elicited quiet gasps and sighs as her hands snaked under the sweater, feeling the shape of Amanda’s hips, up to the firm muscles of her back…
“Mmmm,” Max hummed. “These are nice.” She squeezed at the firm edges of a deltoid “The things you could do with those guns…”
Amanda growled, flipping Max onto her back, pinning her wrists. “The things I could do?” Her lips crashed down, full and warm, making Max’s heart race. Kisses trailed down her neck, chest, breasts— sharp bites preceding soft licks, heat flushing at each spot. Max hissed at the sting of teeth, writhing as Amanda sucked the skin of her throat, nipped the soft tissue of her breasts, and kissed her sternum.
Max moaned, heat blooming where the love bites left marks, gyrating her hips to soothe the ache in her crotch— she was rewarded by Amanda’s thigh wedged against her pussy, lips separated only by a thin layer of panties.
“Fuck, yes,” she breathed. It felt incredible, the firm force pushing where she ached the most, igniting the need for more . She grinded her hips slowly, tension and fire pooling low, building with each gentle wave that rolled through her core.
“I love watching you.” Amanda sounded almost breathless. Her thigh began to sync with Max’s hips, doubling the pressure at the peak, while using one hand to pinch Max’s nipple. “You’re always so sensitive at first…” Her voice dripped with desire.
“Mmm, uh, ah…” Max’s vocal chords chirped involuntarily. She tipped her head back as Amanda’s deft fingers rolled and brushed and teased her nipple, jolts of electricity running down through her center, and lower still.
Her underwear rubbed damp across her clit, friction drawing out heat and tension. She felt like an ocean, her body rising and falling in slow, rolling swells, every little crest teasing toward an explosion.
“You’re amazing,” she moaned. Her hands quivered above her head, eager to drink their fill of sensation; they flew to Amanda’s sweater, grabbing at the hem. “Off, please. I want to see you.”
Amanda leaned back, pausing just long enough to slip out of her top. Max flushed at the sight, pushing herself up to kiss at the exposed skin, trying to taste as much of her skin as she could before Amanda pushed her back down.
“Someone’s excited,” Amanda grinned, pushing her hands gently against Max. She seemed thoughtful, lips pressed in a flat line. “I wanna run a sex idea by you.”
What could this be? Max watched curiously as her girlfriend pushed off and bent down for her backpack. She resurfaced holding a rainbow harness, with a thin, pink dildo attached. Max audibly gasped, eyes wide, silently mouthing ‘yes.’
“Would you be into me strapping you?”
“Yes please! But…”
Max opened the nightstand drawer, laying out two of her toys between them: a purple strap-on with a large, curved head, and a smaller glass dildo in a similar shape. “Would you use one of these?”
“Hey, I love me some options.”
Max watched as her girlfriend examined the candidates in turn, impatiently pressing her thighs together, chasing friction.
“Let’s stick with silicone.” She returned the glass to the drawer, then swapped the pink for the purple dildo. “You sure you want to start with this, though? It looks a little big.”
“Positive,” Max nodded. “Don’t rush in, but… I can take it.”
“Caulfield, the size queen,” Amanda teased. Before Max could protest, Amanda leaned in, placing one knee between her legs, mouth hovering over Max’s… but the harness! and the strap-on!
Amanda cocked an eyebrow. “I can put it on later—”
“Put it on now? Please?” Max pouted, Amanda rolling her eyes. “I don’t want to have to stop later.”
Amanda chuckled, pecking Max on the lips before standing up and stepping into the harness. Max helped, fingers fumbling as she tightened the straps over her hips. The thought of her girlfriend plowing her into the bed made her stomach do turns.
“Now lie back,” Amanda ordered, Max sinking into the sheets. She yelped when Amanda grabbed her ankles and dragged until Max’s hips were closer to the edge. She watched her kneel down, pecking at her knees, tracing along her inner thighs, then kissing at her outer folds.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Amanda’s voice rumbled. “Tasting you again.” Her lips grazed the clit through her panties, then her tongue dragged long and hard over her vulva.
“This is in the way…” She moved in a flash, hands running up the thighs, tugging at the panties, pulling them off her legs and discarding them to the floor. Her eyes burned hungry, teeth grazing her bottom lip, before she dove back down.
Slick, wet strokes traced the edges of Max’s folds, licking the sensitive skin just around her clit. She slid her tongue up one side of the labia, then back down the other; Max could feel her juices flowing already, arousal engorging her pussy.
The tongue kept darting and teasing. Max squirmed, shaky gasps slipping out when she thought Amanda would add pressure to where she needed it most… She pushed forward, trying to grind for some relief, but Amanda pulled away— fuck — then returned with her tongue pressed flat and firm over her swollen lips.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Amanda pinned her down by the hips, thumbs pressed into her pelvis, and finally gave Max what she silently begged for.
She arched her back, every stroke making her clit throb, pulse after pulse of pleasure. Amanda kissed down lower, licking up the vulva, stopping just short of the top— then flicked with just the tip of her tongue at Max’s clit.
“God, Amanda ,” Max gasped. “That’s driving me crazy.”
She dipped lower, pushing at the entrance and thrusting her tongue in, shallow and wet— so fucking wet— before gliding back up. Max was buzzing, erratic and needy, riding the current before the tongue dipped lower, again.
It was the wrong kind of build, like waves running parallel instead of cresting. It was incredible— Max got off on this kind of tease, and Amanda knew it— but tonight, she really needed to come. Faster.
“Go back up,” Max gasped. “Higher— on my clit. I need you on my clit.”
“Yes ma’am,” Amanda said. She pressed a finger at the region above the clitoral hood, pulling the skin up, and licked at the exposed rosebud.
“Oh fuck that’s good! God— I need this, please.” Her body coiled, getting ready to burst, pleasure searing bright. Max rode the wave, begging silently ‘let me come, let me come.’ She willed herself to climax, rolling her hips again and again. And…
And…
“Mmmm!” Max growled. “God— fuck— shit—”
It hovered, so close, but didn’t break. And the plateau seemed to stretch for miles.
Amanda was good at this, so good , but Max wasn’t getting off. She felt close, but she wasn’t sure how close, and if she kept going at this rate, all her pleasure would melt into frustration.
The sucking and teasing stopped, Amanda’s lips brushing wet on Max’s thigh. “You can just call me Amanda.” She peppered several kisses over virgin spots of skin, then lowered her head back down…
“Amanda, I want you inside me.” Max reached her hand into her girlfriend’s hair, fingers getting tangled in her space buns. She felt more than ready for a good fucking. She needed a good fucking.
“Foreplay taking too long for you?” Amanda smirked.
Why yes, as a matter of fact. Tonight, it was.
Before Max could answer, two fingers slipped at her entrance, probing her inner walls, pushing deeper and stretching. A growl rumbled through her chords, anticipation sizzling; her pussy clenched tight around Amanda’s fingers, desperate for more.
“Try to relax,” she purred. “Your strap is pretty big at the tip. I don’t want it to hurt.”
Max whined, protesting.
“I’ll make it worth the wait, princess. How’s this?”
She felt something turn inside, almost yelping, but relaxed into the pressure on her g-spot. Amanda’s fingers hooked around the fleshy ridge, anchored— Max let the lust rumble in her throat, and Amanda hummed in matching pitch.
The strokes started slow and soft, then built in pressure. Max jerked her hips up to the steady pace of the hand fucking her, making her muscles tighten.
The fingers curved deeper, movements becoming heavy, thudding pulses. It was like a drum beat from inside her clitoris, each one the beginning of an explosion. Amanda alternated this with quicker thrusts, finger fucking Max before curling at the ridge again.
“Mmhm! Yes— like that!
Her g-spot throbbed, needy, spreading aftershocks of its ache out further. Muscles in her center tightened with her walls, as if helping to knead the orgasm to completion. Max gritted her teeth, trying to come.
The rhythm varied, shallow strokes that stretched her opening, deeper thrusts angled slightly upward. Her feet pointed, toes reaching, calf muscles taut, but the edge of ecstasy stretched tighter and tighter, threatening to fray.
“Do the thuddy thing,” Max whimpered. “The— the slow and heavy thing with your fingers, at my g-spot.”
“You mean this?” Fingers pushed deep before slowly curving up, with enough strength to lift Max up by the hips. Her head tipped in ecstasy, thighs quaking as Amanda released, then let loose a soundless cry when Amanda hit it again— harder, pleasure more intense, drawing out long and trembling noises from Max.
Once, twice, three times— Max swore Amanda was lifting her with wrist curls alone. Pleasure ricocheted, spasming all the different muscles, her body a convulsing tangle. Max braced for the shockwave, for it all to come crashing down. She just had to focus, concentrate on the build up, the heat, the ache… It was coming. She would come.
Four, five, six times— it wasn’t happening. Her mind was blaring static and noise— she could barely see straight— but she needed more.
“D— do something else,” Max managed between labored breaths. “Variety. I need variety.”
Amanda didn’t let up, shifting to the shallow, quick thrusts, then deep, slow curls. Max bit the inside of her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, willing the orgasm to come. She thought about Amanda, her amazing tits, her incredible ass, her hungry fuck me eyes, and why was this orgasm so far away—
The fingers stilled.
“You’re tensing a lot, Max. Like all over. Should I stop?” Amanda was tentative, brows creasing in concern.
“No, keep going, please,” Max begged. She had been getting close, so close . The fingers resumed, but it was too late, the edge already creeping away.
She pictured the strap-on, and Amanda fucking her brains out, hard and fast, so deep inside that Max wouldn’t think or feel anything else…
“Actually… will you fuck me with the strap-on? I don’t think you’ll need any lube. I want you to rail me.” Hands trembling, she rubbed Amanda’s arms.
A proper fucking would push her over, she told herself.
“Okay.” The bed shifted, cool slickness brushing Max’s thigh before the strap-on nudged against her entrance. “Ready?” Amanda asked. Max nodded vigorously, then gasped as she felt it push in, slow and thick, stretching her walls.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes—” She jerked her hips forward, grunting as the strap pushed her open and hit deep. Pain and pleasure seized through her body. That’s what she had been missing; enough sensation, overwhelming sensation. She felt tight against the silicone, every movement igniting too many signals for her brain to track. The thrusts were gentle and steady.
Max bit her lip, harder than she should, zeroing in on the fact that Amanda was fucking her , filling her up— but then it stopped. She clenched around the large silicone head, pussy aching.
Hands softened on her thighs.
“Max, I’m worried. You don’t look okay.”
Max opened her eyes to see a blurry Amanda; she blinked the wetness away, lashes fluttering several times. Words spilled out from her throat, raw, accidental: “Please— just fuck me, Amanda. Fuck me, now.” She was buzzing, heat coursing, pleasure tight. She could get there if—
“I want to, but we haven’t done this before. It’s important that I know you’re still okay—”
“I will be—” Max choked back a sob. “I’m really close. Just. Keep going.” More tears came; already the need fading from her pussy, drifting away into sore muscles and aching joints.
Max tried to pull Amanda into a kiss, but she resisted, instead guiding Max’s hand down by her side before cupping her cheek and shifting her weight off. The strap pulled against her opening— her pussy clenched tighter instead of easing as the head dragged through, Max wincing at the tightness.
“Mmph!”
“Shit! Sorry,” Amanda hissed, pulling her hand away.
“It’s okay,” Max muttered, voice uneven.
Thunder cracked far in the distance, still sudden enough to make Max jump.
Amanda paused, watchful, sighing before easing beside Max on the bed.
“I think we need to talk. What’s going on?” Amanda asked, firm but caring, as she tucked a few loose hairs behind Max’s ear.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Max buried her face into Amanda, unable to look her in the eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetie.”
“Yes, there is,” Max cried. “And I can’t let it go.” Grief swelled at her chest, with rage and pain. Why couldn’t she keep it together, or put the walls back up? But now that she had let this slip through the cracks, she owed Amanda an explanation. She deserved one.
“I’ve hurt people, and I feel so much guilt. I try not to, but— I can’t do it anymore. I can’t pretend that Safi, or Chloe—” Max openly sobbed, the floodgates breaking. “Why am I still crying about this? Why did I let Safi leave?”
“Oh, Max. Safi was really recent.” A hand cradled the back of her head, soothing. “It’s okay to still be upset.”
“But I can’t— I can’t even forget about my fucking high school crush long enough to make love with my incredible girlfriend.”
"Max..." The hand pulled her in tighter, fingers rubbing circles through her hair. She breathed a little easier, a little tension easing from her scalp, before a kiss brought out a heavy, cathartic sigh.
“Is this what sex is like for you? Trying to forget?”
“Not always,” Max sniffled. “Some days, I feel fine. Other times… I just want to forget.”
“That’s not right,” Amanda murmured. “Sex shouldn’t be about forgetting anything. It should be… about feeling good together. Just that. It’s not even about making each other come.” She paused, rubbing her cheek on top of Max’s head. “Good sex is connection, human and warm. And I want us to have that.”
Her hands slid down Max’s back, the touch warm and grounding. Max nodded again, crying until she ran out of tears. When she stopped shaking, she kissed at Amanda’s chest, then pulled away for a box of tissues on the nightstand.
“I’m sorry.” Max wiped at her eyes. She blew her nose, throwing the tissue away, awkwardly laughing. “This must be a huge turn off. I’m such a mess.” She stared out the window, watching tree branches bend against the wind. She had fucked this up, the one good thing that could fill the ache in her heart. She should at least try to make this up for this—
“Actually, I’m really happy.”
Huh? Max turned toward her, blinking. Amanda’s eyes were soft and steady, a little twinkle of warmth tucked beneath a bright, tender smile.
“I mean, besides totally being my type… I like that I’m seeing the real you.”
She leaned in slowly, cupping a hand to Max’s cheek, holding it in place like she was memorizing the sight. Max froze, startled by the quiet intimacy of it all. The kiss that followed wasn’t demanding; Amanda barely brushed her lips at first, like she was offering the kiss rather than claiming it.
Max trembled. She forgot how to breathe. She hesitated, then let go.
Her hands flew up, grabbing Amanda’s arms, pulling her close, deepening their kiss with gratitude and need. She almost cried again, this time in relief, because Amanda was still holding her, still wanting her. And god, she smelled so sweet, even through all the sweat and sex. Had it always been like this?
Max pressed in, heavy and ferocious, eagerly nipping at all the different parts of Amanda’s mouth. She kissed the corners, pecked at her cupid’s bow, brushed a tongue at the inside of her upper lip, grabbed both lips at once, sucked on the tip of Amanda’s tongue…
Amanda giggled. “Something’s gotten into you.”
“I—” Max was about to say the stupidest thing ever. “I don’t think I realized how good this feels. Like, the physical aspect of kissing. It was always so emotional before, and now it’s like…” She couldn’t explain it well. It wasn’t ‘just emotional’ before, and it wasn’t just physical now.
“Like kissing for the first time?” Amanda stole the words. Max could only nod breathlessly.
“Hmm, I wonder what else we should try for the ‘first time’ again.” She mouthed a silent order— ‘lie down,’ to which Max nodded, laying back against the damp sheets, adjusting a pillow to prop up her head. Her heart skipped a beat. She breathed, shakily. Why was it so difficult to relax?
“I’ll go slow,” Amanda murmured. Her fingertips ghosted over Max’s skin, like a brushstroke, a thousand miniscule pricks blending into one smooth sensation, inviting her nerves to open and drink up the touch. It was comfort— when was the last time someone touched her like this?
She shivered, trying to enjoy the softness, the connection, but was frustrated by her own unease. She felt… exposed, lying down, naked, doing nothing but being almost tickled. She felt guilty, too, knotting at her stomach. Where was the guilt coming from?
“I like it when you look back at me,” Amanda whispered, pulling Max out from her head. “But it’s okay if you need to close your eyes. Just relax. Try to inhabit your own body.”
Max shoved down a flush of embarrassment, self conscious about closing her eyes, but she listened, breathing deep and settling into herself. Or tried to. Different parts of her body kept tensing up, like the knot of shame at her ribs, or the embarrassment coiling at the cords in her neck.
It helped when she focused on the soft touching, the featherlight brushes along her neck, the prick of nails barely grazing her collarbone. She felt guilty, being pampered like this— she didn’t deserve Amanda.
She tried to let the feeling be, and breathe into the discomfort rather than twisting around it. But old habits die hard— still, she found herself tensing, waiting for a worse feeling to overpower the moment.
Instead came the warmth of Amanda’s body, drawing closer. A soft kiss followed to her shoulder, lips brushing the inside of her upper arm. Max opened her eyes just in time to see Amanda tracing her nose down her arm. When she breathed into the crease opposite her elbow, a tingle shot through her, followed by little sparks as lips pressed softly into the skin.
“Wh— what are you doing?” Max breathily laughed. It was almost ticklish.
“Exploring,” Amanda murmured. “Does it feel good?”
“Sort of?”
“Mmm. And this?”
Amanda pushed into the crook of Max’s neck, grazing skin with teeth; Max tensed, nerves winding tight, the most sensitive parts of her neck prickling with anticipation.
“I know you like pain,” Amanda purred— and something about it made her pussy pulse, a flash of warmth— “But we’re going slow. I want to find the right amount for you.”
She bit slowly, experimenting with pressure and shape, pinching little folds of skin between her teeth, then sinking deeper, mouthing a full bite of shoulder. Max tensed at everything, but found that she relaxed after the bigger bites, and was left jumpier after the small stingy pinches.
“I… I like the bigger bites,” she said.
Amanda hummed approvingly, kissing at the sensitive spot of Max’s throat, before sinking teeth into the other shoulder. There was a white hot sting, quickly drowned by blunt and bruising pain, teeth crushing into the muscle…
Max was moaning before she knew it, loud and raw, even after her shoulder was released. Heat radiated from the spot, where aftershocks of injury still rippled. Amanda’s head moved lower, the cool tip of her nose brushing the collarbone, then she bit at the fleshy part of Max’s breast. Teeth sank gradually, the pain bright and stinging, flashing sharper every millisecond…
“Mmm— ah!” As soon as Max hissed, the pain stopped, replaced by soft, open kisses, tongue dragging and wandering to the nipple, rolling over it and down the mound…
She felt teeth at her upper ribs, and hissed; Amanda stopped instantly.
“Just the shoulders, copy.”
She took a mouthful of shoulder again, the pain gradually building for Max, canines pushing into muscle, a bruise flowering, blooming… It didn’t sting like before. Neither did the next bite. Or the one after that— longer, deeper, better.
She was panting when Amanda stopped, drifting in a haze of dopamine. The dildo bumped against her knee, Amanda slipping one of her legs between Max’s, then leaning down for a kiss.
“You didn’t have to stop,” Max laughed, breathy, wanting.
“Didn’t want to push you too far.” Amanda pecked Max’s cheek. “Besides, I had another idea.”
“Another idea?”
Amanda lingered, hovering, like she was studying something. Max tilted her head, curious.
“I mean. I’m still wearing this strap-on. You seem hot and horny.”
Max’s breath caught in her chest. “Go on.”
“So there’s one hundred percent no pressure.” Amanda pulled away on a sharp inhale, like she had just realized their faces were too close. “I’ve fantasized a lot about fucking you.”
“Me too.”
“I mean fucking you until you’re a wet puddle. Like, totally destroyed. That kind of thing.”
Max’s mouth went dry. Fuck , was that hot.
“Just as a fantasy, of course— I’d never want to hurt you. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I should bring this up.” She swallowed, her eyes flickering. “I don’t know why I said that. Obviously this wasn’t the right time to—”
“That’s what I’ve wanted, every night, since forever.” Forever was an exaggeration. Maybe just ever since she learned what lesbian strap-on sex was. Her heart pounded, a flush rising from chest to ears. “I literally wanted you to fuck my brains out tonight.”
“Okay, sure, but you were clearly feeling fragile before this.”
“Just because I maaaybe had questionable motives for getting railed doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” Max flashed a wide grin. “In fact, I want it even more now.”
Amanda hummed, kissing Max on the nose, across her cheekbone, then to her ear, before whispering, “Then roll over on your side, pillow princess.” She got off Max as if to demonstrate.
“Hey, I’m not a—”
“Roll over.”
Max turned her back to Amanda, pressing her cheek on the cool pillowcase. The sheets rustled behind her, along with the sound of some fabric being pulled through buckles. Max peeked to see her purple dildo and the rainbow harness land at the foot of the bed.
“We’ll get to that later. Lie down. Relax.”
Max lowered her head and found herself instantly in the little spoon position, very aware of the pair of amazing tits pressed at her back. Arms slipped around her front, hands cupping a boob each, kneading gently.
Pointer fingers brushed her hard nipples, back and forth, over and over. This was not relaxing in the slightest— it didn’t take much to rev Max’s sex engine back up, and the flicks to her nipples made her clit jealous.
“Amaaanda,” she whimpered, “aren’t we a little past foreplay?”
“I swear, you’re like a teenager. Don’t worry— this isn’t foreplay.”
Two fingers pushed at Max’s mouth; she parted her lips and sucked, moaning loudly as she did, until the digits slowly slipped out, wet with saliva, snaking their way down and tapping gently at her clit.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. The jolt was mostly from surprise. Amanda’s touch was featherlight, barely a whisper. She tapped her fingers a little harder, adding a very slight brushing motion that just pulled on the hood.
The hand at Max’s chest rolled her nipple between firm fingers, pinching with just enough tug to make her squirm. Electricity ran straight from her nipple to brain, then down her spine to pool between her thighs. Her hips pulsed on their own, trembling after every tiny thrust.
“You’re more sensitive than I thought,” Amanda whispered, voice husky and low. Her fingers pressed around the clit, and squeezed— it was an entirely new kind of pressure, the soft tissue cushioning the fingertips, rubbing without sharpness or friction.
Pulse, after pulse, after pulse. Max salivated, the image of Amanda’s fingers like the second coming of Christ. The contrast between her sensitive spots— the merciless pruning at her nipple and the soft cushion rubbing her clit— drove her wild.
“C— Can you rub me in circles?” Max nearly begged.
“But you’re already so sensitive, aren’t you?” She tapped on Max’s clit, light and quick presses.
“Yes! It’s too m— much,” Max stuttered.
“Mmm.” Amanda lightened her touch.
“N-No! More pressure—” Her voice broke.
“Oh, I see.”
Amanda’s fingers traced the inner lips, pressing where they met at the top. She kneaded the hood, pinching deeper at the base, stroking the clit through her folds in slow, indirect waves. Max had never felt anything like it, a slow burn to an already roaring fire, a maddeningly soft pleasure that grew more like a flower instead of a volcano.
She only realized then— her breathing was erratic, lungs shallow, her back nearly at a full arch, toes curling.
“You’re shaking,” Amanda whispered.
“Y— yes, fuck,” Max gasped. “I’m so ready. Please, please fuck me.”
“With…”
“The strap-on!” Max cried.
“That toy is really big, Max. I want you soaking wet before I use it.”
“I’m drowning! ” Max wailed. She scrambled for any reason, any way to get a fucking orgasm. She was drenched, her clit swollen and straining. “What if we— use a different toy? A smaller one? Yours?”
“Mmmm….” Everything seemed to freeze as Amanda pressed tighter against her back, an exhale tickling her ear.
“No.”
The milking resumed, soft strokes tightening around her swollen bud, massaging through the surrounding skin, while the hand cupping her breast kept pinching and pruning one nipple. Max kept squirming uselessly against Amanda’s control, never receiving the direct touch she craved.
“This feels good, doesn’t it?” Amanda cooed.
“So good, it’s too much! I can’t— I can’t…”
“Fuck, you’re sensitive.” Amanda growled. “Let yourself go. I’m not trying to torment you. I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before, I promise. Just melt for me.”
With no other choice, Max tried to relax— to melt , even as her body twitched, core trembling, convulsions ripping through her. She didn’t know how many minutes went by, just that she was whimpering, frustrated but unwilling to safeword. An orgasm felt impossible, but pleasure built so high, like the edge should be close. Her brain was all jumbled, confused and aroused.
She didn’t know how to come without chasing that edge.
“Can’t— can’t you make me come once? The normal way, real quick? Then I can melt?”
“Look what doing things your way got you… you’re hornier than ever, frustrated, falling apart… but now, you’re safe. You’re okay. Feel whatever you need to feel, and let it go. You don’t have to be in charge anymore.”
Max moaned louder than she had all night. The convulsions wouldn’t stop. Long, delayed hiccups of tension shot through her abs, like the rest of her body thought she should be having an orgasm while burning up like she wasn’t.
The hand at her chest moved away. A second set of fingers slipped into her vagina, slicking back up the vulva soaked in juices, then began tapping gently at her clit while the other hand continued stroking. Max tried to keep still, managing to wrest some control from her hips, keeping their thrusts at a more steady pulse, like a heartbeat. She became aware of how Amanda moved against her, nothing overt, just small inflections that flowed in sync with the way Max writhed, as if she was telegraphing the dips and swells of her pussy’s ache, and all Amanda had to do was match it, pressing harder at the peaks, and stroking faster at the valleys.
Max was held. She had never felt so physically connected.
“That’s so good,” Max gasped, her body still a crackling live wire. “Holy shit, that’s so good.”
“We can stay like this,” Amanda murmured. “I like exploring your body. I’m not in a rush to do anything else.”
“I don’t know if I can come from this…”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to.”
“Amanda— I might die if I don’t have an orgasm.”
“I guess I better save your life,” Amanda murmured. “How would you like to come, princess?” Her finger circled tighter, building slowly.
“Inside me!” Max begged. “I really, really want you inside me.”
She thought she felt Amanda smile. “With the strap? You sure you can wait that long?”
Max nodded. “I want you to fuck me so bad. It’s both of our fantasies, so why not?”
“Well…” Amanda chuckled, pulling her hands away and unwrapping from Max, before moving between her legs. “I need to know you’re nice and warmed up, first.”
Two fingers slid in, hooking her g-spot. Max shook, squeezing tight each time Amanda curled her fingers. Amanda’s other hand pressed at her clit through the hood, holding the engorged sex inside and out. Max’s hips lifted, trembling between the pressures— she couldn’t vocalize her need, mouth opening in a silent scream.
Before she could acclimate, the rhythm shifted, fingers curling deeper, clit pressed into Amanda’s palm. Her walls fluttered, pressure doubling, pulsing like a drum beat. Her clit throbbed wildly, like tide after tide was breaking over it. Her world was between those fingers. Amanda could pull her halfway off the bed with ease, or send her crashing back down. She was at her mercy. Blissful. Terrifying. Incredible.
Every little movement, every jostle or shiver, set off white hot fireworks inside. As Amanda pressed her palm, applying downward pressure to the clit, Max felt her insides move like live wires getting rearranged in her belly.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” Max repeated. Her vision blurred, eyes unfocused. She couldn’t really see. She didn’t care. Her mind knew nothing except for how totally and completely held she was, and how deep she had fallen in.
Something had happened— was happening: explosions ricocheting up her spine and throwing her head back, pussy throbbing and beating and clenching…
“You’re okay, Max. I’m not going anywhere.” Amanda’s rocking slowed, each motion gentler, letting Max come down gradually, until the stars in her vision became Amanda’s warm brown eyes, careful and studious. Max blushed, but she didn’t look away.
“You’re amazing,” Max murmured between labored breaths. “I think I’m all warmed up now. Can you…”
“Jesus Max,” Amanda breathily laughed. “You really don’t stop, huh?”
“Y-Yes?” Max felt too embarrassed not to look away now. “I wanna come…”
“Oh!” Amanda looked surprised, which surprised Max even more— why wouldn’t she want to come? But she forgot all about it as Amanda slipped on the harness.
“Let’s make this perfect,” Amanda murmured, buckling it with slow, deliberate care. When the harness was fastened tight to her seeming approval, she gave Max a sultry look, tongue wetting her bottom lip, before pressing at the entrance.
Max felt the strap slide in, gentle and shallow thrusts pulling moans from out her throat. She was about to beg ‘deeper,’ when Amanda whispered first.
“You’re not in control. You have to feel what I give you, like when I push inside you…”
That alone made Max want to come. She clenched hard, accidentally pushing the dildo out.
She tried to relax, even though her walls pulsed at their own beat, and was rewarded by pressure pushing further inside. Every so often, there would be too much pleasure, and Max would clench again, whole body tensing… She felt the desire to shut the world out, close her eyes, and narrow her focus on the singular goal of orgasm. And every time, Amanda would lean back with aching slowness, and brush her fingers along Max’s collar or neck, eliciting a small gasp.
Max finally loosened her grip on the bedsheets, not realizing she had balled them up in fists. As if that’s what was holding her back, Amanda’s thrusts reached and maintained a steady tempo, slick and warm and full. Max groaned, settling into the pace, heat rising and building. And building— it radiated, spreading through her belly, tingling in her fingers and toes.
“Do you want to touch yourself, while I fuck you?” Amanda asked.
“I… I’m not in control…”
“Mmmm,” Amanda purred. She turned around, careful not to pull out entirely, and returned rubbing lube onto a small vibrator with two prongs, no longer than a couple inches each. When had she gotten that out?
“You’re going to hold this on your clit. You’ll turn it on when I tell you to, and only move when I say so.” She handed the vibrator to Max, who took it in hand, fitting the two prongs around her clit— oh, that’s what they were for.
“Like this?” Max asked, hand trembling. The toy wasn’t even on yet, but it made her so much more aware of her throbbing need.
“Exactly like that,” Amanda said, lowering herself back over Max, the weight of her presence making Max’s whole body hum. Her stormy eyes softened for a moment. “You remember our safeword.” It wasn’t a question, but a reminder. “Is this all still okay?”
“Yeah,” Max breathed, nodding. Her heart fluttered at how cared for she felt. “I’m so turned on, it’s crazy.”
“Good. You get a reward for being such a good communicator.” Amanda pressed in for a kiss, slow and hard, before whispering in her ear, “press the round button in the center to turn it on. Just once. Lowest setting.”
Max pressed her finger at the button, the toy coming to life— and holy shit , there were two different motors, alternating on either side of her clitoris with higher and lower intensities, switching a couple times a second. Her hand immediately pressed down harder, moving the vibe in a circle while it pinched her clit—
Amanda caught her wrist mid-motion, firm and unyielding, forcing Max’s hand to still.
“Did I tell you to move?”
Max froze. “No,” she whispered.
“Try again.”
Grateful, Max fit the vibrator around her clit again. It was maddening— too light and chaotic to push her over, too focused and rumbly to ignore.
Amanda built a pace, pushing fast and deep inside, then dragging it out slowly— Max’s pussy squeezed whenever the large tip pressed into her g-spot, her hips rising for more pressure against the vibe. She suddenly felt like she was cheating.
“I— I need to move my hand a little.”
“That’s not what I told you to do.”
“No I mean, my hips… keep lifting up on their own a little. I need to move the vibrator so it doesn’t press in more than you want me to…”
“You’re fucking perfect ,” Amanda growled. She nodded, which Max took as permission; as Amanda thrusted, her hips bucked in rhythm, her hand moving slightly to maintain an even amount of pressure. She felt the sparks building up, every fiber of her body pulling taut— but then Amanda’s pace would still, rubbing agonizingly slow at her g-spot.
“I want you to look at me,” Amanda whispered.
Max locked with her eyes, and for a moment, the coming orgasm seemed to fade. But Amanda’s eyes glinted with hunger, and amazement— she was so clearly… beholding Max, in her entirety. She felt very aware of herself, naked and exposed, and aware that Amanda was taking her in— drinking her in. She wore the unmistakable expression of lust: her lips just slightly parted, eyes completely and totally focused on Max.
“Press the power button again once, don’t hold it down. And rub yourself in a slow circle. Don’t touch your clit directly.”
The motors hummed in sync, rising and falling in intensity like waves, which is how Max felt exactly about the orgasm she was beginning to question would ever come— it pushed her closer to the edge, then pulled her back down, over, and over, and—
“Lift your hips a bit.”
Amanda grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath Max, just at the base of her spine, lifting her hips slightly. She thrusted again, somehow hitting her g-spot at this angle, and again when she almost pulled out, the silicone head colliding with the spot that made Max want to come each and every time.
Max felt undone. Looking into her girlfriend’s beautiful, domme-y eyes was like staring into her soul, a soul that wanted her, and wanted to fuck her silly— was fucking her silly.
“That’s so good— so good, so good,” Max gasped, hips rocking, pleasure at a never ending crescendo. “You’re fucking me so good! ”
“Isn’t this so much better,” Amanda purred. “Not rushing to finish? Letting this build, and build…”
Max’s chest tightened, emotion surging, so full of pleasure she just wanted to burst. It was tempting to shut out all the noise, focus only on coming. But she didn’t.
“Yes,” she whimpered. She couldn’t control it anymore— her muscles spasmed with minds of their own, reacting to every jolt of bliss coursing through her veins.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” She was shaking, waves crashing through her body. She remembered to breathe, remembered not to hold onto any specific sensation… she had never felt so much at once, every nerve dancing with music, her body an orchestra. It was almost too much, but it never was too much.
Amanda leaned over Max, as her thrusting shifted to a heavy rocking motion pushing against her deepest part. “You’re such. A good . Girl,” she breathed into Max’s neck. Her hand snaked over Max’s, moving the vibrator in tight circles that finally touched her clit directly.
Then Amanda straightened up, grabbed Max’s hips with both hands, and began fucking her, pounding at her pussy, wet slaps of skin against fabric.
“Oh FUCK!” Max cried. She kept the tight circles at her clit, the way Amanda had done for her, as her hips bucked and her thighs quaked, pressure swelling inside, raw and everywhere. Somehow, Amanda kept enough composure to thrust in just the right way to keep Max from feeling overwhelmed, pushing in fast and hard, pulling back at an angle that rumbled aftershocks and shivers up her spine. So, so much heat mounted in her core. Her voice became a broken stream of moaning, which stretched into heavy pants and hiccups as she was pulled thinner and thinner.
“Fuck— Amanda,” she panted. Her body tightened, gathering something full and powerful from head to toe. The waves came crashing closer. She was synced to every movement, messy and alive, the edge of release creeping in, slow and inevitable.
It was too much to ignore. “I’m going to— I’m going to— to come!” Max cried. Amanda’s thrusts didn’t stop— they just shifted as one hand released her hips, pushed the vibrator away, and pressed a thumb and rubbed hard at her clit.
“Tell me how close, princess.”
“So— so— SO fucking close!” Her words spilled out as Amanda’s pace slowed, just a little, the strap gliding gentler, and thumb easing off.
“Fuck!” Max hissed. The pleasure was scorching, but slipping, desperation clawing at the edges of her skull and breaking in. She wanted to come. She needed to come.
“Please Amanda!” She clawed at Amanda, nails scratching skin, all the fibers of her being screaming to be released and saved from agony.
“Just a little longer.” Amanda’s voice was low and sultry. “Can you hold on for me?”
Max tried to nod, her head jerking, but she didn’t believe she could, not with the heat pulsing through her, her body on the brink, about to fall one way or the other. Despair raged at the thought of losing this orgasm, black ink spilling through her chest, tears pricking at her eyes. Amanda’s thrusts became deep and slow, thumb returning to her clit and pressing, rubbing in a slow, hard circle.
“More,” Max begged, her mind a simple flood as Amanda worked her up— faster, deeper, the strap pounding, her clit throbbing. Max arched into it, pushing herself onto the toy, her hips thrusting at the speed she needed . She was fucking herself senseless on Amanda’s strap-on, trying to will the orgasm to come…
…but Amanda slowed at the perfect moment. Max’s clit was suddenly released. The absence of pressure burned. Max pushed herself harder against the toy, but didn’t find the pressure she hoped for— she couldn’t get the angle at her g-spot right. She grinded harder, just uselessly thrusting against Amanda, who would pull back just far enough to keep Max from impaling herself fully.
“Y-You’re doing that on purpose!” Max cried.
“Oh? Is someone feeling needy?”
“Not letting me COME! It’s not f— fair!”
Amanda’s chuckle hit her ears, teasing and warm. “Maybe I am,” she hummed. Max felt the rhythm build again— it hit the right spots, deeper and harder than when the thumb was on her clit. She was so sensitive now, she felt like she could come just from the penetration…
“Amanda, I’m begging you, let me—” Her voice cracked. She was raw. She was nothing. Only need. “I can’t— I need to— to— fuck! I’m DYING!” She didn’t want to safeword; she wanted to fucking come.
“When I say you can, put the vibrator back on your clit. Hold on till then.”
Max tried, her breath sobbing out, her body screaming, the pressure scalding her insides, her skin literally on fire. She couldn’t— couldn’t keep going, she thought a dozen times, but it kept building, louder, wilder, driving her insane, the strap-on hitting her g-spot just right every time. She was no longer speaking, just hearing her own shattered voice bleating: “Please make me cum! I’m losing it— I’m going to— please let me—”
Amanda’s breath grazed her ear, hot and sharp. “Come for me, princess.”
Max gripped the sheets, and screamed. She didn’t need the vibrator— her hands were frozen. The orgasm shattered her— earth shaking, body convulsing, pussy clenching the strap-on as pleasure crashed. Her vision went black, tears streaming down her cheeks. Amanda kept going, slow and deep, cresting wave after wave.
Max’s thighs twitched, aftershocks buzzing up her spine. Her orgasm was so long, it started to hurt. She was a trembling wreck, her pelvic muscles throbbing and releasing on their own. With every fit of pleasure, a euphoric buzz spread from the base of her neck, cradling the back of her head, and spilling over her like a warm glow of light.
The thrusting eventually stopped, and the strap-on eased out as Amanda laid gently on top of Max, slipping one arm under and pulling her tight against her chest. Max’s mind was a happy fog, all thoughts obliterated, even as she still trembled.
“I lo—” Amanda’s breath caught in a moment frozen. Max just smiled.
“You’re so good,” Amanda murmured, whisper soft on Max’s skin. She kissed Max on the cheek where she hadn’t realized there were tears, one hand sliding through her hair and massaging her scalp. “You’re so, so good,” she repeated.
Max tried not to grin like a goofy idiot, her heart soaring as she cuddled into Amanda’s warmth. She couldn’t know for sure what Amanda was going to say! I’m innocent, your honor!
She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of sweat, skin, and sex. The rainfall of the storm outside faded into a distant hum against the pounding of her own heart.
Floating in the afterglow, a cloud of euphoria, she began to kiss Amanda all over. She rolled over, gently pushing Amanda onto her back as she climbed on top. Her kisses trailed over the collarbone and down the sternum, each more reverent than the last, offering devotion with her lips. She traced Amanda’s sides with her fingers, worshipping the soft, smooth skin, until she felt the harness at her hips.
Max worked to unfasten the buckles, stopping only to grin at her girlfriend and ask, “My turn next?”