Page 100 of Igniting Her

“Wait,” Cassie said.

The old current ran through the word, bright and immediate. Ellie let her hand fall against the sheet.

Cassie moved closer on her knees. She took the toy and rubbed its head through her wetness, once from opening to clit. Her breath changed. She did it again, then positioned the head against herself.

“Now,” she said.

Ellie put both hands on her hips.

Cassie lowered herself.

The first inch entered slowly. Cassie’s mouth opened, her fingers tightening around Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie held still beneath her and watched pleasure move across the face that had once treated every unguarded response as evidence to be contained.

“More?” Ellie asked.

“Yes.”

Cassie sank lower. Her body opened around the cock by degrees until the base pressed close and the harness tightened against Ellie. She stopped there, breathing hard, thighs spread across Ellie’s hips.

“Touch me.”

Ellie slid one hand between them and found Cassie’s clit. It was swollen and slick above the place where the toy filled her. Ellie circled with two fingers.

Cassie’s hips moved, and the headboard tapped the wall. Ellie bit her lip. “Do not laugh,” Cassie said.

“I’m in a very serious operational posture.”

Cassie tried to glare. Ellie moved her fingers more firmly over her clit, and the expression broke apart.

“You are impossible.”

“And home.”

Cassie bent and kissed her.

She began to ride, lifting until only the head remained inside and lowering in one long stroke. The harness ground against Ellie on every descent. Ellie held Cassie’s hip with one hand and worked her clit with the other, learning the rhythm that made Cassie lose the end of each breath.

“Faster?” Ellie asked.

“Yes.” Cassie sat upright. Her hair fell around her shoulders. “Keep your hand where it is.”

Ellie obeyed. Cassie moved faster, taking the cock deep with each downward roll of her hips. Wetness shone along the toy and spread over the harness. The friction drove steadily against Ellie’s clit, but she kept her attention on Cassie: the flush rising over her chest, the muscles working in her thighs, the control she chose to retain and everything she allowed pleasure to take.

“Look at me,” Ellie said.

Cassie did.

“I love you.”

Cassie’s rhythm faltered. Then she pressed Ellie’s fingers harder against her clit.

“Again.”

“I love you.” Ellie lifted her hips into the next stroke. “Come for me, Captain.”

The old title moved through Cassie like heat.

“Outdated,” she managed.