Page 77 of WASP

“I love that everything you own is pink.”

“It’s my favorite color,” Max answered, handing the items over, watching as Annie shifted around. She wiggled the harness over her hips, tugging at the straps, adjusting the fit. Annie looked powerful. Something Max had clocked the first time they had used a strap together, but now it only hit harder. Max rummaged through the drawer for the pink Bluetooth-enabled G-spot vibrator and the bottle of lube.

“Come here,” Annie crooned softly, settling herself in a seated position with her back against the rustic wooden headboard.

Max pushed the fabric of her shorts and underwear over her narrow hips, stepping out of them, moving across the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled Annie’s legs.

“Put this in.” Max pressed the vibrator into Annie’s hands, only to be met with a wicked grin as she obliged. Max opened the app on her phone, turning the device to its lowest setting. “I don’t want to be the only one having fun,” she muttered as Annie took the bottle of lube from her, applying the amount she knew Max needed to the sheath of the dildo, those intense blue eyes never leaving hers.

She inched further up Annie’s body, wanting to melt into the way she twitched at sensations being delivered by the little pink wireless device.

“Fuck, Max,” Annie moaned.

Max placed her hands on either side of Annie’s head, holding onto the headboard for support as she hovered above the dildo, Annie’s hands resting on her hips, the pressure of her fingertips flexing as she rode her own pleasure.

Max took her time lowering her hips, taking Annie’s strap inch-by-glittering-pink-inch until she was full. “Oo-mmhmm-ahh,” she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed at the glorious pressure of being filled.

Annie’s hands pushed their way under her T-shirt, moving the hem up and over her head as she peeled the garment away, leaving the two of them bare, Max’s fair, freckled skin a contrast to Annie’s sun-kissed glow.

“Turn the vibrator up. I want to feel everything while you ride me.”

Max reached for her phone, the sensation of the silicone ridges moving inside her almost too much as she fiddled with the speed of Annie’s vibrator.

“Fuck-oh.” Annie twitched. “Too much, a little lower.”

Max tweaked the settings once more, setting her phone aside.

“That’s perfect.” Annie’s words left her mouth as a purr as Max began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against Annie. “Just like that.”

She started slowly at first, the lube making it so she could easily glide up and down the length of the strap with ease, moaning softly in Annie’s ear every time she came down on the hilt of the dildo. Annie held her, whispering encouragement and praise as she tucked a loose strand of Max’s dark hair behind her ear. “That’s it. I love feeling you move on top of me like this,” she said, voice hoarse, interrupted by the sound of skin clapping against skin as Max’s hips worked faster and faster, chasing her pleasure.

“Annie—yes, oh-fuck yes-yes-yes—” Her words synchronized with the movements of her hips as again and again, she brought herself down on top of Annie until she couldn’t take anymore. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close, Annie. Come with me. Please. I want you—I need you to come with me.”

She gasped as Annie’s fingers found her clit, rubbing frantic circles over her. She couldn’t help but notice Annie’s greedy smile at the high-pitched whine that left at the contact.

“Fuck, Max, watching you like this—watching you writhe for me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

Max pressed her forehead to Annie’s sweat-slicked skin, sticky against each other, but Max didn’t care. She wanted, no, needed to be as close to her as possible.

“Annie, please,” she begged quietly, wanting so badly to claim her release.

“I’m almost there. Do you think you can hold on for me for ten more seconds? I’ll count for you.”

Fuck. Was she serious?

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” Annie cooed, rolling her hips up to meet every single one of Max’s movements, driving the dildo deeper inside of her. “Ten…” Annie’s breath was hot in her ear, one hand on her hip, the other palming her breast. “Nine…” Annie pinched her nipple hard, and Max loved the way her own sharp inhale followed the unexpected pain. “Eight…” Her lips followed, soothing any lingering pain.

“An—ahh.”

“Seven… You’re being so good for me.”

She couldn’t take it. This was too much. She was too sensitive.

“Six.” Annie slid a hand up her thighs, holding her tightly.

“I can’t. I can’t. I want to—let me come,” Max begged again, desperate for the release that dangled in front of her, so close she could almost taste it.

“You can take it.” Annie’s voice dripped with assurance, and God, Max had never heard anything hotter in her life. “Five.”