Teaching Cathy Heaven

Nikky Throne had been anticipating this day like a slow-drawn breath held too long. The moment Cathy Heaven lay beneath her, skin already taut with want, Nikky slipped her fingers inside without asking twice. Knuckle by knuckle she worked deeper, her wrist turning, opening Cathy wider with each gentle twist. Toys laid out beside them gleamed under soft light—glass, steel, shapes made only for stretching and holding open. Nikky kept her free hand moving, palm against Cathy’s thigh, anchoring her as the smaller woman trembled and clenched. Each thrust brought a fresh flush to Cathy’s face and fresh cries to her throat. At some point Cathy lost count of how many times she came; the ceiling seemed to tilt, the bed became sea. Nikky’s fist never left her, only adjusted, pressed against slick walls until another orgasm rolled through Cathy like low thunder, leaving her wet, open, and utterly undone.