Living Life On The Edge

Blake gets another trophy and wants the same speed in the bedroom. Katie laughs, grabs her wrist and slows her down. No quickie tonight. She wants Blake on her back, legs open, every breath measured while Katie works her over and refuses to let her come. Blake usually fucks like she rides—fast, hard, gone before the thrill settles. But Katie pushes two fingers in slow, draws them out even slower, and watches Blake grip the sheets. Each time Blake rocks her hips for more, Katie pulls back and grins. She circles the clit with the flat of her tongue, never giving full pressure, until Blake's voice cracks on a plea. Katie keeps her right there, dripping and desperate, until slow stops feeling like torture and starts feeling like the only way either of them wants it. When she finally lets Blake finish, the orgasm tears through her hard enough to leave her shaking, eyes glassy, breath gone. Katie kisses her thigh and smiles. Blake is learning: victory can wait, but this kind of ache is worth savoring.