Page 20 of Her Patron
She knew Sette could be both tender and driven by harried passion. She had shown June rough more than once. Given over to the primal tendencies everyone with a libido experienced at least once in a while. Now she would hopefully make June feel like the most prized possession in her own life.
“Is that all you got?” June offered a malicious smile as Sette pinned her to the mattress, lips grazing her throat. “Don’t you know others are making moves on me? How am I going to know that you’re really the one I need?”
“Sette…” Her voice cracked. The woman was on her, between her legs, holding her arms above her head, and drinking in her used but available body. Even though June had been with her more times than she could count now, she still felt the stress of the situation and the emotions inside of her. I don’t know how I feel about you, Sette Christie… but I know I want this. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you know I want you to?”
“I want to hear you say it.”
That sharpness coming from her throat made June shudder beneath her weight.
“Please…”
“That’s right. Beg for it, if you want it so much.”
I’ve never felt this side of her before. Not like this.
“Yes. Do whatever you want to me. However hard you want to do it. I’m all yours to do with as you will.”
“Like you were thatotherwoman’s, right?”
“She’s not here now, is she? Don’t you see? When it’s you and me, you’re the only woman I see and feel. You’re the only one.”
“I bet you said that to her, too.”
Would she deny it? June didn’t want to lie to her, but she also didn’t want to ruin their powerful moment.
“It doesn’t stop what I said from being true. Now, do you want me or not?”
“Oh, I want you. It kills me inside how much I foolishly want you.”
“It’s not foolish if I feel the same way.”
“You’re good at what you do, I have to give you that.” Sette ground against her thighs, still marked from what Miquela had done to them earlier. “You almost have me convinced sometimes.”
“Convinced of what?”
She surged forward, forcing the air from June’s lungs. “That there’s even a chance in hell that you love me back.”
Of course I love you back!
June swore she would say it. Out loud. To her. She wanted to. She wanted to as easily declare love as these women did to her.
But she couldn’t.
Sette was so fast, so strong, so demanding of her body that all of June’s willpower had to go to withstanding her. The way she drove her into the mattress and made her cry out in pleasure. The way she held her down with her own strength, extracting her submission as if that was what one simply did.
Taking her to places few had ever accomplished.
Yes, there was sex. There was enjoying what a woman could offer her in bed and beyond.
This was different.
The way they moved together, as easily as a lock and a matching key, was unlike most things June had experienced before. She could feel every drop of desire inside Sette. How much she wanted her. Longed for her. Loved her.
It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t even their perceived notions of love, no matter how silly it felt for them to both be in their thirties and barely know what love was.
“Don’t talk.” Sette slapped her hand over June’s mouth as she shifted her position. “If you talk, you won’t hear. If you can’thear, you can’t feel what I’m telling you. Now turn the fuck over and give me your undying submission.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
