Chapter 16

 

 

Stefani’s eyes burned into Yulia’s countenance. Fine with her. She liked to see that fire behind one pair of pretty eyes. It meant Stefani was alive inside. That a part of her would remember this moment forever.

Finally, lips touched Yulia’s big toe. Somehow, that sent a cataclysmic shockwave through the rest of her body, awakening her senses and reminding her skin that it was a small part of a bigger whole. One ready to express itself in romantic ways.

“Hello,” Yulia mouthed. “I like that you follow directions.” She leaned forward, lowering her foot to the floor and extending her fingers toward Stefani’s face. “Let’s say goodbye to this pretty dress of yours.”

She bent down low enough to catch her thumb and forefinger around the zipper, but she didn’t go lower than that. Yulia wanted her breasts practically resting on Stefani’s head. She also wanted her breaths to slide right down Stefani’s bare back.

When the zipper was down far enough, Yulia lay back again, the top of her foot pressing against Stefani’s back. Heat radiated from her skin. The promise of sweat, hungry and delicious, enticed Yulia to push her foot down farther, catching the lace around her ankle and pulling it away from her fiancée’s torso. Stefani stiffened, but she didn’t protest. Perhaps she was enthralled in the world Yulia constructed for them to inhabit. To make their own. To write upon the stars shining above the heads of other lovers who made love like this.

Yulia had a feeling a few of them were on the property right now.

“You do not have to tell me that you like it,” Yulia mused, “but it would be nice. I would like to hear you say something, Stefani.”

Indeed, something muttered between those lips.

“What was that? You like it?” Yulia tapped her foot against Stefani’s ass. Finally, she pulled her whole leg away, because one woman could only stretch her limb so far and for so long. “Don’t be shy, Stefani. I have lots of room in my ears for everything you want to say.”

“Yes,” Stefani finally said, louder. “I like it.”

“Hmph.” Yulia drummed her fingers against the bed, deciding her next move. “How fortunate for me, then. Because I like putting my skin on yours. Sit up.”

Stefani pushed herself back onto her legs. The way she knelt, with such tireless form and finesse, impressed Yulia. Don’t disappoint her, hm? She kept that in mind as she hooked her toe around the lacey dress and pulled it down Stefani’s chest.

Only the slightest gasp escaped Stefani’s parted lips. Yet when she was exposed, her nipples already betraying how hot she was for Yulia’s new character, there was a vulnerability that nearly knocked out the playful banter still kicking around Yulia’s head.

This woman’s heart was in her hands. No, not just her heart. Her soul, too. Only a monster would snuff the light out of those eyes by betraying Stefani’s trust or refusing to let her achieve ecstasy tonight.

Yulia had to think fast. How could she get more in the mood, too? How could she ensure that Stefani got what she wanted?

What was that thing Stefani was stupidly good at, again?

“What if I asked you to give your Koroleva a special present right now, hm?” Yulia shimmied her skirt up around her waist, careful to not pull her underwear away too soon. “How eager are you to please me? How badly do you want to feel me come on your face?”

She would get Stefani to say it. Only by admitting it would Stefani open herself up in the moment, and Yulia desired nothing more than that.

Stefani cocked her head, a diminutive voice dripping from her tongue. “Why do you think I brought you here? To be a pretty ornament in my living room?”

Yulia could hard hardly contain the bitter moment of glee in her throat. “You tell me. Why did you bring me here? Tell me the truth, Stefani. I don’t want to listen to honey-coated lies you concocted for immigration.”

Stefani brought her face a few inches closer. Close enough to breathe a story upon Yulia’s thighs. “I brought you here so I could finally have someone to pleasure.” For her sweet, submissive stance, Stefani was grinning like she had something to prove. “Aren’t you lucky?”

Perhaps. Yulia didn’t mind the thought. It was certainly a better excuse than what most prospective spouses would tell her over video chat. Even if someone else said, “I want someone to pleasure. That person could be you,” it would sound so impersonal. At least when Stefani said it, Yulia heard the sweet intent in her voice. “You, Yulia. It had to be you I pleasured. Nobody else would do. That’s why I bent over backward to bring you to America.”

Here she was. In America.

Yulia cupped her fingers beneath her fiancée’s chin. “Then let’s see what it is you offer me.” She sat back again, her thighs sliding open – wider, this time, since she hiked her skirt up enough. “I have a good memory. I remember how good it felt. Now, do it like you mean it.”

Stefani crawled forward, bridging the gap between herself and the woman before her. The closer her mouth came to Yulia’s pussy, the more anticipation grew in one woman’s expectant body.

Yulia knew her fiancée was good, but was she good enough to knock the stars out of the sky and into Yulia’s eyes again?

Was the third time really the charm?

There is something to be said for good oral sex. Yulia had always taken or left it before, but that was with partners who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Or thought it necessary to get through so they could be next. Stefani wasn’t like that. She was obsessed with the target before her nose. Her tongue forged a path, an excellent journey that transcended all other routes. The way she gently flicked or boldly plunged always had Yulia throwing back her head, bucking her hips, and tearing at the blankets beneath her fingers.

Ah, yes, I make it sound like this always happens. With nights like these, she was inclined to make them happen more often. What woman would turn down a great orgasm all over her lover’s bed?

The most powerful thing? For a blessed second, Yulia was able to forget everything. She even forgot that she was in a different country with someone about to become her lawfully wedding American wife.

It was easy to forget, though. No, it wasn’t only about the pleasure, although it definitely helped every time Yulia’s thighs shivered, soon to be followed by the rest of her body slowly succumbing to the wondrous aches of sex. What infected her with amnesia when she opened her eyes was the pair of brown irises staring right back at her, as if she were the worthiest creature in that lonely, sinful world.

Iisus Khristos. Yulia couldn’t even take the Lord’s English name in vain anymore. Her brain was so consumed with the eager pleasure wracking the rest of her body that she barely held onto the last bastion of sanity trickling from one side of her head to the other. Careful, I might start falling in love with her. That would be a hoot. A woman who survived off abstaining from love in the wake of her traumatic divorce? Only to go overseas and discover someone worth loving? The most unlikely person worth her love?

It wasn’t just the woman part. It was everything. The big estate. The incredible money. The grand views and the promises of a cushy, comfortable life. Every time Yulia remembered somebody she wanted to shelter in a place like this, she also realized that she wanted this shelter as well. At some point, she would no longer be in survival mode. She would simply be allowed to live. With her family. The pieces of her soul recollected together.

Holy shit. She’s so good with her tongue, I’m thinking about that!

Stefani’s skills went beyond the twist of her tongue and the grip of her fingers, though. She proved her worth in the bedroom every time she drew that maddening line from the depths of Yulia’s crevice to the top of her slit. She wasn’t merely sampling what Yulia had to offer. Stefani was loving every drop. Every taste. Every delicious morsel she could get her tongue on – and Yulia was a generous snack.

“Ah… ah!” Yulia was trapped between the dirty Russian in her head and the simplistic English she could conceive in these erotic moments. “That feels good!” didn’t pass muster when this went beyond that. Yulia saw flashes of old and future rounds in bed, not only with Stefani, but the people who taught her everything she loved about her own sexuality – a sexuality that had born more than the traditional fruit of ordinary matrimony. “Ya hochy…” Did Stefani remember that little lesson from their past two nights in bed? Because this party could go in only one direction. As much as Yulia loved having her clit felt up like her breasts in the backseat of a car, she needed more. She could be a greedy lover. The kind to keep Stefani guessing every time she thought she nailed the exact moment her fiancée would happily come, hard and wet.

Stefani’s thin eyebrows arched as she gleaned Yulia’s meaning. Yet when her tongue dipped right into Yulia’s pussy, someone wasn’t content.

“Voydi v menya, Stefani.” Yulia grabbed a chunk of that curly brown hair, smashing her nether lips against that precious mouth. Did Stefani rise to the challenge? Of course she did. She brought Yulia here to pleasure her, didn’t she? I’m such a lucky woman. I’m here to take advantage of her kindness… she’s here to take advantage of my body. To be fair, Yulia was seeing the validity in taking advantage of Stefani’s body as well! “Fuck me.” She slowly lost her breath as the urgency to get what she wanted rose in her chest. “Your fingers. Hurry!” Preferably before she came and lost the opportunity to go hard.

Yulia was knocked right back on her elbow the moment Stefani penetrated her. Soon, Yulia was riding high as Stefani slammed into her, massaging her fingers into her fiancée’s body like it was what Yulia screamed for every time her mouth opened.

Maybe it was. Yulia could no longer hear her own voice between the moans and the creak of the bed as one hand entwined with Stefani’s and the other slapped against her chest, searching for something, anything to stimulate with pleasure.

Why was her fucking dress still on?

“Yes… yes! Oh, yes!” Yulia was on her back, hand in her hair and eyes staring at the white of the ceiling. Was the ceiling always so white? Or did it come from the stark contrast of orgasm clouding her vision? Stefani was relentless, as always. She was out to prove something. Possibly, she was more interested in proving something to Yulia instead of herself, but Yulia didn’t think so. Then again, she wasn’t capable of thinking about much when the entirety of existence centered on coaxing Stefani’s delicate fingers deeper.

Deeper, damnit.

“Right there!” Yulia completely lost her balance, not that it mattered when she was already flat on the bed. But now she thrust her whole body forward, swallowing Stefani whole with every undulation of their bodies. Yulia couldn’t remember the last time it felt this good. Even with Stefani, who somehow managed to outdo herself every time.

What in reality probably lasted ten seconds felt like five minutes. By the time Yulia realized she was still alive and not in some heavenly afterlife, Stefani was already crawling onto her bed, dress hanging loosely around her naked chest and eyes completely glazed over as if she peered into another, unobtainable world.

“How was that?” Stefani curled her hand around Yulia’s tangled hair and gently yanked it. Yulia was inclined to turn her head and meet those beastly eyes. “Are you pleased?”

Yulia’s smile was born from the endorphins twinkling behind her own eyes. “You would like to know.” She rolled onto her side, hot thighs crashing together and sealing off the greatest source of fresh air to her body. She wanted a little more heat, though. More sweat. The scent of her body as it called to Stefani’s, begging her to come over and lay claim to whatever she pleased. “Look at you, Regina. Have you ever been so pretty?” Surely, she could think of a better word. “So beautiful.” Yulia hooked her finger in the bust of Stefani’s dress and tugged it down farther, the sleeves falling down her arms and bringing that sweet, feminine vulnerability to soft skin and red lips. But her nipples are the prettiest. While her own thighs grinded together in memories of how good they felt a few minutes ago, Yulia flicked her finger against one of Stefani’s nipples and watched it harden beneath her touch. “I think of all the things I could do to you. I bet you might like all of them, hm? Because I like looking at your breasts and imagining those nipples in my mouth.” She moved her lips closer to Stefani’s chest, but it was only a tease. A chance to hear her gasp in anticipation. Jesus, she’s so easy. “But I think I like the look of your mouth more. So wet. Wet from my pussy.”

“It was… very wet.” Stefani stretched her hand across the top of Yulia’s thigh, clinging to her flesh and bridging the gap between their lips. “Bet it still is. You want me to find out?” Her thumb attempted to create a gap between Yulia’s legs. It soon discovered that such things were impossible when the resident Koroleva ran the show.

“You like wet pussy, huh?” Coming closer to her senses – although true clarity never came until the day after – Yulia pushed herself up on her elbow and bestowed a devilish grin upon her fiancée’s cloudy countenance. “That’s why you liked it the first time. I put it on your leg and made myself come. Yes. I remember. I still think about it, you know.”

Stefani sighed. She had such a beautiful sigh when she was desperate to please or be pleased. It was clear she didn’t care any longer. All she was invested in was sex. Sex with me. I feel pretty special, honestly. Stefani could have contacted any woman on the internet, but she came for Yulia Petrova, a woman with experience pleasuring women with money. Not a lot of experience, but much more than some of my contemporaries. Yet Stefani had an interesting twist to her. A challenge, if Yulia chose to see it that way. She likes it when I take charge. Maybe she is submissive, yes? No, Stefani Valetti was not looking for a mistress to show her what was what in life. Stefani had plenty of power in her everyday existence. What she wanted, whether she realized it or not, was a dominant force in the bedroom. Someone who knew how to cleverly deny her until the moment was right.

Perhaps that moment was now.

“I cannot stop looking at your pretty breasts.” Yulia urged Stefani onto her back, a gasp of surrender fluttering into her ear. “They are missing something, though. I can make them so hard.” She tapped one of Stefani’s nipples to prove that point. “What else can I do to them? Oh, I think I might know.” Her smile grazed her fiancée’s ear. “I could make them all wet.”

Stefani’s full-body shudder announced what she thought of that, but Yulia wasn’t about to let her get away with silence.

“Would you like that, Stefani? Would you like it if I do this?” Yulia sat up, pulling down her zipper and shrugging her dress off her shoulders and down her chest. Soon, she looked much like her fiancée, who could hardly contain herself in her clothing. Mine’s a bit tighter, though. I need to watch this new American diet if I want to keep my nice clothes… “I can tease you all night, you know.” Her bra was the next thing to go. It landed on Stefani’s face before falling over the edge of the bed. She’s too close to the edge, I see. Yulia pulled Stefani closer to the center of the bed. This gave her ample opportunity to straddle Stefani’s waist and look down upon her naked chest and the lust in her visage. “I wonder… what do you keep in your drawer?”

Those squeaks of acquiescence carried no words as Yulia crawled over to the nightstand and rooted through the drawers. Stefani offered no advice. Nor did she ask her fiancée to stop. I must be close… Top drawer was skin care, batteries, and a tattered book.

Second drawer was the winner.

“My, my. What a lonely lady you have been without me.” Yulia was almost impressed. Not only did Stefani have a nice collection of sex toys, but they were neatly ordered and stored according to texture and type. That made finding the little vibrators so much easier. And with easy access to batteries in the top drawer, a woman never had to worry about losing out on all her fun in one night. “I fix it for you.”

She picked an egg-shaped vibrator with a round finger hook on the bottom. It easily came to life with a flick of a remote controlled switch.

“What do you do with this thing?” The vibrator continued to hum as Yulia turned around and dangled it over Stefani’s face. “You put it inside you while you are working? No, no. While you are reading dirty books in bed. Of course you are doing that.” Yulia wondered how often that happened in Stefani’s cozy bedroom. Did she make a nightly habit of tucking herself into bed with a hot book on her tablet and a vibrator between her legs? How long did it take for her to come like that? I bet she draws it out. Started on the lowest setting until things were heating up in her books. What kind of books does she read? Yulia should investigate the heat levels of lesbian erotica. There was probably something for everyone. Including the woman who was beginning to understand ongoing attractions between two women.

Yulia pushed her finger through the hole. The egg-shaped shell wasn’t that heavy. Light enough to dangle from her finger while taunting her fiancée. Stefani gazed at her with such an expectant gleam in her eye that it was all Yulia could do but bend down and kiss those sweet lips right now. Always good to know what you taste like, anyway. Female health and sexuality started with the basics, after all.

“How does it feel?” The tip of the baby blue vibrator appeared at the corner of Stefani’s mouth. Yulia didn’t turn it on. Yet. Better to wait until it was a little farther south before the vibrations took life. “Between your legs. Right now.”

Yulia dragged the vibrator down Stefani’s throat. A small bump appeared as Stefani swallowed, her back arching and her fingers digging beneath her loosening skirt. How obvious was it that she was after her own underwear?

“Answer me, Stefani. Do you want to feel it?”

“Feel what?” she whispered.

“Oh, I think you know.” The vibrator popped to life right above Stefani’s areola. She jerked upward, her hard nipple reaching for the vibrations as they came precariously close to her sensitive flesh. “You want to feel it. The pleasure that speaks to you.” Yulia lightly dragged the vibrator across her fiancée’s nipple. “My power,” she purred.

Stefani’s wispy moans were accompanied with a quickened pace in her own body’s vibrations. Her thighs clamped together before slightly parting, one foot dangling toward the edge of the bed and the other decidedly cocked against Yulia’s leg. Stefani reached for something. Anything, to gain her purchase and not feel so alone with her excitement. I can so get used to this. Toying with this woman was some of the most erotic fun Yulia encountered in her own sexual history. She did love a quick and dirty lay with the right person who knew what they were doing – and it didn’t matter what they packed in their pants, although she certainly had her preference for her personal love life. Stefani? The way her soundless lips spelled out the yearning in her loins? How she shivered every time Yulia looked at her with nothing but hunger in her eyes? Those little gasps every time the vibrator circled her nipple?

This woman desired torture. She didn’t want to feel small and belittled, but she did want to have her mind dip into that space between fantasy and reality. That shadowy realm that straddled both chaotic worlds. The disappointment of reality. The excitement of fantasy. Yulia held both in her hand – and that didn’t refer to either the vibrator or its remote.

“What if I told you to spread your legs for me, hm?” Yulia turned off the vibrator and held it before her face. Beneath her, Stefani futilely grabbed at her fiancée’s dress, daring to tear it away and gain access to that body she yearned to touch and kiss. “Would you do it? Would you rip off your clothes and be my pretty princess I get to do with as I please?” She hoped to God that came out right. She hadn’t really gone over it in her head before voicing what she really wanted to say in her second language.

“Yes,” Stefani squeaked. “Do whatever you want. If it pleases you, do it to me.”

“My, my,” Yulia tsked. “Who knew this is the kind of woman who wanted to marry me?” She wouldn’t ask Stefani to open her legs. Not when Yulia could easily do that on her behalf. Wasn’t that what Stefani really wanted? Thrown back onto the bed, legs pulled apart, and dress tattered around her midsection? Damnit. She’s wearing tights. I fucking forgot. Thick ones for the winter, too. Made sense. Yulia hadn’t been bothered by the temperature, but Stefani was a sensitive American.

Let’s find out how sensitive.

“Oh!” Stefani was halfway to chastising her fiancée when Yulia balled up her fingers and tore her nails through the tights. Did she actually ask Yulia to desist? No! Because this was hot, wasn’t it? Yulia didn’t have to ask. Stefani may have been stuck on her elbows, hands flat on the bed, but her legs remained open and her eyes glazed over. “Holy shit.”

“That’s right. Holy shit.” Yulia rubbed the black silk of Stefani’s underwear against her slit. “Like your pussy. So wet. Holy shit.”

She may have said that with a pout and a chuckle, but Stefani wasn’t laughing. She begged Yulia to take her with that clenched, desperate expression. Yulia was inclined to give her what she wanted. Stefani was such a patient woman. A damn good one, too. And the way she used her tongue… well, didn’t the little princess of her palace deserve something in return for such service to her queen?

“What’s the magic words?” Yulia sweetly asked, vibrator twirling on her finger.

Stefani shook her head. “Magic words?”

“For your pussy. What are the magic words?”

Aw, that exasperated look was so precious! “Fuck me?”

“That’s how you’re going to say it?”

Stefani relaxed against the bed once more. “Fuck me!”

“Imagine it. That is how I like to hear it.” Yulia dangled the vibrator above Stefani’s mound, wondering how long it would take to make this lovely lady completely fall apart from every single seam. Taunting her could last forever. They had all night, didn’t they? Sunday was nothing around the estate. Granted, Yulia was gone half the time now, but she could imagine Stefani having some time to sleep in. They could stay up late. Doing this. All night.

“Oops. There it goes.” Yulia’s smile was genuine as the vibrator landed on Stefani’s underwear. How could she not smile when she was so tickled by that simple reaction? She’s living for every second of this. Can’t say it’s too different for me. Yulia sighed as she slumped over and decided the best approach to getting what she wanted.

Because, lest Stefani assume otherwise, all of this was exactly what Yulia wanted.

Nobody was more surprised than Yulia when the vibrator slipped so easily down Stefani’s slit and nearly submerged itself without assistance. “Now, now,” she said. “I know you’re eager, but let us consider how much nicer it is for me to do it for you.” Yulia wasn’t shy when it came to pressing apart a woman’s folds and giving her what she wanted. Not when that woman was Stefani, who unleashed a feral groan as Yulia pushed in the bulge of the vibrator. The sound was more satisfying than the scent. The sight was more invigorating than the taste of Stefani’s lips, now so far away. Yulia held her breath as her thumb pushed the vibrator in deeper. Stefani’s thighs quivered, but she was amicable to everything. The touch. The sensations. The murmured words she couldn’t understand in Yulia’s throat.

Yulia gave a hearty tug to the ring still hanging out of Stefani’s body. “It does not go anywhere until I say it can.” She sat up, tugging her dress down her torso until there was no mistaking what everything had done to her state of arousal. Stefani may have had the bigger nipples, but Yulia had the bigger breasts. Anyone who saw them was guaranteed a feast for the eyes. Especially with Stefani in her raggedy black lace, legs spread open and a little plastic ring hanging out of her pussy.

Oh. Right. The remote was beneath Yulia’s hand. When should she do something with it? When was the best time to strike?

“You never know when to expect it.” She admired the remote in her hand. Almost as much as she admired the sight before her. Stefani could hardly keep her eyes open. Was the poor dear sleepy? Or was she so lost in her own pleasure that she barely remembered where she was? Because Yulia could get behind either answer. Like she entertained thoughts of getting behind Stefani.

Some other time. Yulia needed more practice before she wore those expectations like a real queen’s crown.

“What was it I said earlier?” Yulia tested how easily her legs moved in her newly rearranged dress. She would simply take the whole thing off, but that would ruin the image in her head. The one she was about to bring to life. “Oh, right. I am going to paint your breasts with my pussy. Or do you like it when I say pizda better?” She didn’t wait for an answer. One day, Stefani would learn the true shock behind mat, the naughty, sordid Russian words no decent publication would print. And, certainly, Yulia would never say before her own mother. Some people said pizda were one of the “four pillars of mat.” A word so vulgar that she was better off cutting out her own tongue before uttering it somewhere as intimate as the bedroom. Maybe a woman like Oleksandra would have been offended – if she weren’t the one who got Yulia into the habit of pizda this and blyad that. Talk about a word that isn’t as sexy in the bedroom. Yulia much preferred the English versions. Slut had such a punch to it.

Stefani would let her say anything. That was her beauty. Yulia had a woman’s delicate sensibilities in her grasp, and all she had to do was mold it into whatever shape she fancied.

She studied the irresistible sight before her. Had Stefani ever looked so amazing for anyone? Yulia was curious to know how many women Stefani had been with before. She was no wilting virgin. Nor was she as experienced as Yulia, apparently. That didn’t matter. Yulia liked someone solidly in the middle. It meant she could deal with about anything. It also meant she could still be surprised.

“Close your eyes,” Yulia bent down to whisper in Stefani’s ear. “Close your eyes and hold your breath.” That last part was very important. Yulia wanted to give her fiancée a surprise. She likewise wished to not crush someone’s ribs because they were shocked.

Everything looked much nicer from so high up. Yulia had to give the world that as she straddled Stefani’s chest and rested her ass on the breasts bracing her impact. Right away, Stefani gasped, her entire world transported to another dimension as her eyes flew open and met Yulia’s high above.

“Oh, how nice is this?” Yulia slowly circled her hips, dragging her skin across Stefani’s. It was only a test, of course. How hard could she go? How fast? She wanted to give Stefani an amazing memory – not take away her ability to breathe. Still, there was a taste of power to flick against her tongue when she looked down into Stefani’s eyes and saw nothing but unbridled trust. Stefani would let her do anything. She was putty in Yulia’s hands.

Time to make good on it.

“We both feel good, yes?” Yulia held up the remote. With a flick of her thumb, the vibrator hummed to life inside of Stefani, and the whole bed threatened to flip upside-down. “Good.”

If anyone had told Yulia Petrova that her journey to America would culminate in this, she would have laughed. Been offended? Hardly. Hard to be offended when this looked like some cosmic joke. Yet it wasn’t, was it? Because that was Yulia right there, riding another woman’s chest and feeling those damned vibrations deep, deep inside her.

Stefani held her hands high above her head. Her eyes remained closed. She may have missed one of the biggest shows of her life, but Yulia was inclined to give her an encore in the future. After all, wasn’t Yulia having a good time, too? God knows it feels damn good. Humping Stefani’s chest didn’t compare to how good she tongued a girl, but Yulia was a dirty liar if she tried to say that she didn’t love this, too. Especially when she was already loose from an earlier climax that left her feeling liable to do anything with Stefani.

“Faster?” Yulia cranked up the speed on the vibrator inside of her fiancée. Did Stefani cry out? Of course! Did she writhe in pleasure, holding back her own climax until Yulia decided it was time for it to happen? Unfortunately. Yulia rather hoped she would witness Stefani’s complete obliteration from within. That would be a fitting end to this radical night. “Faster.”

The worst part wasn’t realizing that they would soon come to a forced end. It was succumbing to gravity, which threatened to pull Yulia down to the bed. Or, perhaps, past the bed and onto the floor. I would like to make love to her on the floor one day… Not today. Today was about showing Stefani how easily she could trust the woman on top of her to take control and show her a good time.

“You come for me…” Yulia cajoled, “and I come on you. Fair.”

The vibrator couldn’t go any faster. Probably a good thing, since Stefani was liable to lose every marble inside of her if that thing went any faster. I would like to see it sometime. Yulia couldn’t really think about it, either. She was on the fast track to a second orgasm, this one imminent enough to make her forget everything. Again.

She really did love forgetting things. Especially when she knew it would only be for a moment.

“Fuck!” It was the dirtiest, quickest word she could scream in English as she rode Stefani and unleashed the happy beast inside of her. Her natural instincts brought her thighs to a single mound beneath her. Did Stefani enjoy having her fiancée grind against one breast like that? Because Yulia could keep going. This didn’t have to end with one orgasm. Or two. It could end with them sinking deep into the bed, swallowed by the depths of the earth beneath them.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Whatever ecstasy overcame her could only be described as momentous. It was both terribly colossal and all-too brief. Yulia could have spent the rest of her night replaying those few moments over and over, and she would never pinpoint the exact second when it ended. Did that mean she was better off never feeling it at all? Did that mean she would miss it so much that the sheer look of pleasure on Stefani’s face would wipe her memory clean?

Does it mean I forget why I came here?

Yulia caught her fall as she toppled onto the bed. She was ready to indulge in self-flagellation when she realized that Stefani was still lying there, wracked with the vibrations of the thing inside of her.

What better excuse to forget again?

Yulia didn’t say a word as she slipped one finger down her fiancée’s slit and rubbed a quick circle over Stefani’s clit. Listening to her cry out in unfettered bliss was the highlight of Yulia’s evening. Realizing that she was the one who did it only made it hotter.

Her love really is in my hands. Yulia cupped her palm around Stefani’s pussy before yanking the vibrator out by the plastic circle. It took her a while to find the remote to shut it off. When she did, she was finally allowed to hear the heavy breaths easing in and out of Stefani’s sweaty face.

“Well. Damn.” Yulia tried to put on a fierce countenance, but she faltered beneath the weight of the woman climbing on top of her. Stefani covered her with appreciative kisses that mesmerized the romantic inside of Yulia – and scared the piss out of the practical bitch who couldn’t risk losing herself at such a pivotal moment.

Yet when she looked into those bright brown eyes, Yulia found herself a little more lost. A little more in love.

When the kisses stopped, Yulia placed a single finger on Stefani’s lips. Anything to give her a reprieve from the battle she fought within her heart.