Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Author: Kimberly21570
Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children
Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca
Disclaimers and other Assorted Ramblings: The characters of Olivia and Emma Spencer, Natalia Rivera, and Doris Wolfe are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The original character, Judge Bennett Thomas, is the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, or any other entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.
I apologize for the lack of response to all of your wonderful feedback. Please know that I appreciate every single word from each one of you! I do promise that I'll get back with you all individually, just as soon as I possibly can. And thank you to my pal, MoniRod for the edit. You are awesome, and I appreciate you more than you know.
Rating: This section of Chapter 14 is rated NC-17 for graphic sexual situations and coarse language.
Additional Author's Notes: This particular update is being brought to you as a gift for my friend WickedWanda926, because every year on my birthday, she wishes me a Happy Birthday, and then wants to know where her present is… So, here ya go, my faithful little FFW… ;-)
Please note that the way in which sexual encounters between Doris and Bennett are written is quite different from that of Olivia and Natalia. Historically, Doris Wolfe was, in many ways, known as a brazen, crass character. Even her name hints at the undertone of who, and what, she is. As such, I have chosen to explore that side of her through her sexual expression. If I were writing sexual encounters for Olivia with any other character, I would, and did in the case of her encounter with Gus, write her very much the same way, because Olivia and Doris are very similar creatures at their core. But Olivia has embarked upon a relationship that has changed her in many ways, and thus, the way she approaches sex with Natalia is very different from anything she has experienced in the past. Doris and Bennett's encounters will, at times, be very raw and the language used to express their thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations will be unapologetically crude. Words like "cock" and "pussy" are used freely in their scenes, because I believe they are true to the nature of the characters. Please do not take this as being derogatory toward women in any way, because that is not my intent. Sexual expression can take on many forms, and most couples express themselves in myriad ways throughout the course of their relationship. And to me, a couple who "fucks" or talks about one another's cocks or pussies can most certainly be expressing the depth of their love, just as beautifully as a couple that "makes love." Doris and Bennett will have tender moments, just as Olivia and Natalia will fuck. Neither is superior to the other, and neither is "bad" or "wrong," regardless of the words that are used to express it.
Now, with all that being said, I hope y'all enjoy the continuation of this little interlude from the drama.
Regards—
Kimberly
Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Copyright May 2009
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. 6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do."
— James 1:2-8, the Bible, New International Version (NIV)
"God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it."
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Chapter 14.19 – Trials and Tribulations:
Thursday, June 18, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—11:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time
A low, throaty grunt ripped from Olivia's lungs as she tugged. She could feel Natalia's excitement, her curiosity, reaching a fever-pitch, as her own hands fumbled in the semi-darkness of their moonlit bedroom. They had spent the last hour drifting in that familiar erotic synapse between foreplay and lovemaking, and now, both of them felt ready to taking things to the next level.
So there Olivia was, lying on her belly, painfully aroused body parts pressing into the mattress, as she leaned over the side of their bed, attempting to retrieve the promised toy chest from its hiding place. Natalia's body was in a similar state of arousal, as she watched, with rapt attention, for the keeper of wanton mysteries to be unveiled.
Though the mystery of it had driven Natalia to distraction practically since the moment Olivia first hinted at its existence, Olivia had been secretive, guarding both the container and its contents with a playful air of clandestineness. More than anything, she longed to make the experience fun and exciting for Natalia, beginning to end, and thus, she wanted to present the chest to her like a gift.
But now she feared that excitement might wane, as she struggled with the box. Somehow it had become lodged between the bedframe and the nightstand, and she couldn't seem to break it loose. In fact, the more she jimmied it, the more obstinately it clutched to whatever was holding it captive.
Releasing another groan of frustration, she cursed beneath her breath. This was certainly not the way the scene had played out in her head. Perhaps she should've pulled it out if its hiding place before things heated up. She wondered briefly if perhaps the tinge of anxiety she was experiencing over the very idea of actually using the contents with Natalia might have had something to do with her lack of foresight in such matters. It was something worth considering.
An amused giggle slipped through Natalia's lips, drawing Olivia from her inner monologue. "Not the smooth seduction scene you had planned, huh?" It was almost as if she had read Olivia's mind. At least part of it, anyway.
"No, not exactly." Olivia blew out a breath, tousling the hair that had fallen into her eyes, and yanked on the handle again. She glanced over her shoulder, her lips twisting into that familiar roguish grin. "This isn't gonna affect my street cred, is it?"
Natalia laughed outright at the predictability of Olivia's comment. In times of stress, she always turned to humor. "Not if you manage to produce that box within the next thirty seconds," she answered. "After that, all bets are off."
That was enough to light a fire under Olivia. Nervous or not, it was now or never. She yanked on the handle again, this time firmly enough to dislodge the stubborn box. She smiled triumphantly, as she shifted into a seated position, the box still hidden along the side of their bed. And then she watched Natalia's face, as she slowly produced the moderately-sized, antiquated wooden chest with simple hook-closure.
Natalia tiled her head, and arched an eyebrow. "That doesn't look like much of a toy chest to me," she commented dryly. Not that she didn't like it. It appealed to her very much, in fact. But it wasn't what she was expecting.
"Why not?" There was a hint of playfulness in Olivia's challenge. "I think it's a rather nice looking box."
"Oh, it is," Natalia agreed. "But toy chests are supposed to be colorful… sparkly… overflowing with fun!" she contended, her eyes still wide with excitement.
"Ah, yes," Olivia readily agreed. "But colorful and sparkly would be enticing to Emma. She'd be curious, and want to know what's inside. One look at this, and she'll be too bored to care. Trust me," she said with confidence, "this'll save us some embarrassing explanations."
Natalia laughed. "You are some kind of evil genius."
Olivia beamed. "Thank you."
"Now show me what's inside," Natalia demanded before Olivia could even finish her own mental high-five.
A playful smirk sprouted on Olivia's lips. "Wow… someone's an eager beaver tonight."
"You've been tormenting me for hours!" Natalia whined.
Olivia arched an eyebrow. "Really, Natalia?" she challenged. "It's been like… fifteen minutes." And that was being generous. Natalia had been in control from the moment she walked into their bedroom, driving Olivia to distraction with her hands, and mouth, and tongue. And only recently had Olivia been allowed a turn.
Natalia's skin flushed. "Sorry…" she said sheepishly.
"Let me guess—the baby made you do it?" Olivia teased.
"You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?" Natalia laughed.
"Probably not."
Natalia promptly grabbed a pillow, and wacked Olivia upside the head with it.
The force of the blow, though not extreme by any measure, knocked Olivia off her balance, and she fell backward, bumping her head against the headboard of their bed with a resounding thud.
Eyes widening into dark saucers, Natalia gasped. "Omigosh, Honey, are you all right?"
Laughing, as she righted herself, Olivia rubbed her head with one hand, while gesturing toward the little toy chest with the other. "You give me a concussion, and you'll be waiting even longer to play with these."
Obviously, Olivia was fine. And given that her initial concerns were unwarranted, undeterred, Natalia offered a cocky grin. "Who says I wouldn't play with them alone?"
Olivia blinked twice, and then she simply stared at Natalia for a moment, speechless.
Natalia held her breath, anticipating Olivia's response. Silence was not what she expected.
And then a slow smile of amusement pranced across kiss-swollen lips. Natalia never ceased to surprise, and Olivia loved that about her. "Guess I'd better stop dicking around," she joked, emphasizing the play on words.
Natalia rolled her eyes. "You are so not funny."
"Let's just hope you still feel the same way by the time we get to the bottom of this box," Olivia said drolly. The last thing she wanted was Natalia laughing at her once she summoned enough courage to actually strap it on. The thought of it still made her nervous as hell—and yet, still wildly excited. Thankfully, there were plenty of other toys to try out, while she figured out how to grow some fucking balls.
A slow grin spread across Natalia's lips. "Somehow, I don't think that'll be an issue."
Olivia smiled, and leaned over the box, her mouth connecting with Natalia's as if by instinct. They lingered for a bit, in a slow open-mouthed kiss. And then, leisurely, she skimmed her tongue across Natalia's bottom lip, gently begging entrance.
And willingly, Natalia granted her access, moaning softly into Olivia's mouth. "I love it when you kiss me like this," she murmured, as their kiss deepened.
She didn't need to expound. Olivia understood, and responded with more of the same—long, slow sweeps of her tongue that left Natalia feeling more and more aroused with every persistent stroke. Her breath caught, when Natalia captured that probing tongue with the force of her hot mouth, and began to suckle, ever so lightly, on that powerful muscle.
Olivia groaned out her appreciation, as she reached between them, unsnapping the latch on the box. Opening the lid, she slipped her hand inside. Meticulously, her fingertips traced the different shapes, in search of the desired item. And when she located it, she wiggled it free of the soft cinch-tie sack that protected it. Grasping it firmly, she grinned against Natalia's mouth. "Keep your eyes closed, and lay down with me," she instructed around tangling tongues.
Natalia readied herself to comply. And their mouths never parting, Olivia pushed the box aside, and lowered Natalia to the mattress, stretching out on their bed, her body flush up against Natalia's side. Without thinking, she abandoned the toy in the cleft between the underside of Natalia's breasts and the top of her belly, allowing her hand to wander.
The synthetic rubbery material felt both foreign and cool against Natalia's skin, and it startled her, causing her to jump. They laughed together, as Olivia's mouth brushed against Natalia's temple. "Guess I should've warmed that up a little, huh?" she whispered.
Natalia assured her that all was forgiven, as she pulled Olivia's mouth back to her own.
Their kisses continued then, slow and deep, as Olivia's right hand gently caressed Natalia's expanding belly. Slipping further down, her fingertips teased that thick tuft of soft, wet curls. And then Olivia's hand was lightly nudging her thighs.
In response to the tacit request, Natalia instinctively spread her legs, granting Olivia unfettered access to her most intimate flesh. A toned leg slid over Natalia's thigh, bringing their bodies closer, Olivia's center pressing firmly against the taut muscle beneath warm skin.
Natalia groaned softly at the sensation of wet heat against her thigh. Olivia was still hard with arousal, despite her recent climax, and Natalia longed to ease it for her again. But then Olivia was caressing Natalia's inner thighs with long, slow strokes, and Natalia fell under the spell of that hand, as Olivia gently kneaded those toned muscles, relaxing them into submission. The longer Olivia caressed, the deeper Natalia's noises of appreciation. And when those delightful caresses ceased, she earned a grunt of protest from Natalia.
Quietly, Olivia shushed her, and encouraged her to relax. Retrieving the toy from Natalia's belly, she settled it on the mattress between Natalia's thighs, keeping it close at hand. Natalia's next awareness was the delightful warmth of Olivia's fingertips, gently spreading her open, like the petals of a flower. Slowly, she stroked, her fingertips dancing along the sensitive edges of Natalia's inner lips, dipping just inside as she readied her for entrance. The toy she had chosen wasn't large, by any means, but the tip was slightly thicker than Olivia's fingers, and she didn't want to risk hurting her.
Each time Olivia teased at her entrance, Natalia supplied an answering groan of appreciation, as she felt her body being stretched, ever so gently. And then, their mouths finally parting, Olivia was whispering to her, telling her just enough about what to expect so as not to startle her, but not enough to ruin the mystery.
Meeting Olivia's tender gaze with dark eyes that shimmered with love and desire, Natalia smiled and nodded. "I trust you completely," she whispered in assent, as she tangled her fingertips in Olivia's short chestnut locks.
Olivia shyly drew her bottom lip into her mouth, slowly releasing it. And for a brief moment, Natalia caught a glimpse of what this gorgeous woman must have looked like as a teenaged girl.
And then Olivia was smiling at her. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
Lifting up just enough to connect her mouth with Olivia's, Natalia kissed her tenderly. "Why don't you show me?"
It was more open invitation than polite suggestion, as Natalia instinctively spread her legs wider, offering herself wholly to Olivia.
Olivia groaned in response, loving how freely Natalia gave herself to her. She leaned down, her mouth locking with Natalia's once again. Her fingertips gliding over Natalia's left hip left a trail of Natalia's own wetness, as Olivia's hand gliding between her legs again. Faint brushes of her fingertips and knuckles against Natalia's silky skin drew soft moans of pleasure, and then reaching down, she grasped the chosen toy, lifting it from the mattress. A click of her thumb triggered the switch at the base, igniting a faint buzzing.
Natalia felt a sharp wave of arousal sweep through her body, pulsing deep in her belly and between her legs. The sexual anticipation was positively maddening! If this new gadget was anything like that bullet thing, she was certain she would come within seconds of its first touch.
A knowing smile played on Olivia's lips, as Natalia groaned into her mouth. Had they not already been making love, Olivia would have started with that little silver bullet, and worked her way to this one. But Natalia was already copiously wet, and more than ready to accommodate the small toy—especially after Olivia had taken care to prepare her. And so, with the contoured edge of the toy cradled in the palm of her hand, gently, she spread Natalia's warm slick folds with her fingertips, easing the tip of just inside.
Natalia gasped, her hips jerking in response to the new sensation. And then her muscles instinctively grasped the bulbous tip, drawing the shaft inside. She groaned as it filled her. It wasn't particularly large, as far as such things go—only about three inches in length, and a bit larger than a finger in width along the firm, yet flexible shaft. But the tip was more voluminous, and designed to tap against the spot that Olivia knew would drive Natalia wild. And that was the reason she had chosen it.
"That's it, Sweetheart," Olivia whispered against Natalia's ear, as she tugged on the base of the gently vibrating toy. She had started it on the lowest speed, hoping to slowly increase Natalia's arousal. "Just let your muscles contract and relax naturally."
A soft whimper fell from Natalia's lips as she nodded in response. Her tight muscles held firmly to that vibrating nub, as Olivia tugged more firmly, finally dislodging the thick tip. Natalia groaned in protest, and her muscles relaxed, allowing Olivia to reenter her. Another groan escaped Natalia's lips as it filled her again. Over and over, this pattern played out—insertion, reflexive grasping, the drawing in and holding tight against gentle tugs that teased aroused tissue, and finally, a firmer tug that drew the tip through clenched muscles and across the ultra-sensitive nerve endings at the opening of Natalia's inner sanctum.
The subtle movements and light vibrations were positively maddening, and they hadn't even gotten to what Olivia had promised would be "the best part." Natalia had no idea what that part might be, but it didn't take her long to figure it out… At first contact of the tiny, teasing vibrations against her swollen clitoris and inner lips, Natalia's hips jerked forcefully, and her clit visibly trembled in pleasure. "Oh, God, Liv!" she gasped excitedly. "What is that?"
Grinning around the achingly erect nipple she had been suckling, as she pleasured Natalia deep within, Olivia slowly traced her tongue against flushed skin, finding her way along the taut cord of muscle in Natalia's graceful neck. "It's a butterfly's kiss," she husked against Natalia's ear.
A guttural groan ripped from Natalia's lungs in response, as her body trembled beneath Olivia's skillful touch. "Best kiss ever!"
Delivered on a fettered breath, Natalia's declaration drew a soft laugh from Olivia. "Should I be jealous," she teased.
Turning her head, Natalia blindly sought out Olivia's mouth, like a babe searching out her mother's nipple to suckle. "Never," she managed to utter around another shuddering breath, as their mouths collided in a brief, simmering kiss.
And then Olivia's mouth found its way back to Natalia's ear, her teeth nipping at that sensitive lobe, as her hand held the toy steady between quivering thighs.
The shaft of the phallus was buried just inside; its tip vibrating strongly against Natalia's g-spot, while the exposed stimulators played against her most sensitive flesh. She was careful not to press too hard—the highly erotic teasing sensation of those vibrating antennae and wings were just enough to slowly and steadily draw Natalia to the brink of orgasm.
Time and again, as Natalia's climax neared, her legs instinctively sought to close, trapping the vibrations hard against her clitoris. And each time, Olivia quietly nudged at her inner thighs, as she whispered a reminder to keep them wide open—it would magnify the teasing sensations, prolong her pleasure, and ultimately intensify her climax.
Intermittently, her body shuddered and jerked—the initial tremors of impending orgasm. And Natalia shifted, drawing their mouths back together, this time locking them in a slow, deep kiss. Her breathing was ragged—short, staccato gusts of warm air mingled with soft noises of intense pleasure, and a few utterances of Spanish gibberish that Olivia was quite certain were expletives.
She grinned against Natalia's mouth, and deepened the kiss. And then they both felt the shift as Natalia's orgasm took hold, her body instinctively clutching onto the thick, buried tip as wave after wave of intense heat coursed through her body, engulfing her head to toe.
Two strategic clicks of Olivia's thumb, and the vibrations intensified tenfold.
That was all it took. In an instant, Natalia's hips were jerking spasmodically, her body convulsing in pleasure, as another breathless burst unintelligible of gibberish emerged from kiss-swollen lips. And Olivia's own excitement skyrocketed right along with her.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she heard Olivia murmuring against her ear, "That's it, Sweetheart. That's it. Just let it roll through you… My God, you're so beautiful when you come for me."
Natalia cried out again, louder this time, as her thighs instinctively clamping together. And tilting the phallus upward at just the right angle, Olivia was right there, answering her need. "Roll on your side, Honey," she husked urgently. "Roll into me."
Following Olivia's lead, Natalia rolled onto her side, bringing their bodies as close as humanly possible, given their baby's presence between them. She grunted, and struggled to get closer, and Olivia slipped a leg over Natalia's thigh, holding her firmly in place. And then she pressed the antennae and wings firmly against Natalia's quivering flesh, allowing the wildly arousing sensations to prolong the pleasure of her release. They were close enough then, that the source of those maddening vibrations was trapped between their bodies at the juncture of their thighs, and as the last vestiges of release drifted through Natalia's body, Olivia's own release swiftly followed.
Thursday, June 18, 2009… Bennett Thomas's Residence—11:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"So when do you think it will all happen?" Doris asked curiously, after rinsing toothpaste from her mouth. She and Bennett stood side-by-side in the master bathroom of Bennett's penthouse, each completing her own nighttime rituals. It was an activity they had performed together countless times during their years of cohabitation back in law school; though, admittedly, the bathroom back then had been much closer quarters. Mutually, they mourned the loss of incidental contact.
As if by some unspoken arrangement, Bennett passed the bottle of lotion to Doris just in time to accept the tube of toothpaste in return. It had been that way between them long before they became lovers. And clearly, the passage of time had done nothing to sully the natural ebb and flow that had existed between them since the very beginning.
"From what I could gather, this investigation has been ongoing for quite some time," Bennett reported, as she spread a dollop of paste onto her sparkly red toothbrush.
Always red, Doris noted with a sentimental grin. Even that hadn't changed over the years. Then again, neither had hers. It was always some shade of blue.
"It seems your friend's case just somehow managed to get caught in the crossfire," Bennett commented, drawing Doris back from her musings.
Sitting down on the edge of the huge whirlpool tub they had recently vacated, Doris smoothed a daub of softly scented lotion along the silky skin of one long, toned leg. Upon their return to the penthouse a few hours earlier, by silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak a word about their respective meetings. They simply embraced and kissed the way they always had way back when. And then making their way to the master bath, clothing fell away, and they slipped into hot, swirling bubbles, where they lingered together, simply being.
"So do you think there's a chance it could be resolved quickly?" Doris inquired after a few moments of silence. "Or will it likely get lost in the shuffle?" She shifted, untangling her legs, and then crossing them again, this time left over right. Squirting another daub of lotion onto her hand, she continued the application.
Glancing up, in search of a response, she couldn't help but notice the appreciation in Bennett's eyes, when she caught her staring in the mirror's reflection.
Bennett had the good sense to blush just slightly, but she didn't alter her gaze. Doris had a beautiful body, and she wasn't ashamed of the fact that she found her desirable. Rinsing her toothbrush, she returned it to the receptacle. "Hard to say," she answered noncommittally.
The expression on Doris's face as she watched her in the mirror's reflection nearly broke her heart. "I can't make any promises," she said quietly. "But I'll see what I can do behind the scenes."
Doris smiled into sincere gray eyes. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Bennett said lightly, as she tossed a hand towel toward her lover. Anything to take the weariness from those usually vibrant blue eyes.
Catching it mid-air, Doris offered an appreciative look for Bennett's having anticipated her eventual need. She draped the towel over the ledge, and continued working the lotion into her skin.
Bennett moved toward the door, pausing beside Doris. Resting a hand on her bare shoulder, she squeezed gently. And then she bent down, brushing their lips together in a brief kiss. "Meet you in bed?"
Blue eyes sparkled as they met Bennett's gaze. "Two minutes."
"I'll hold you to that," Bennett warned. Her fingertips brushed lightly against Doris's cheek as she walked away.
"I was hoping you'd hold me to something else, too," Doris said seductively.
Glancing over her shoulder, Bennett offered a sultry glance. "I don't think you'll find yourself disappointed," she commented casually.
A smirk on her face, Doris found her eyes glued to Bennett's ass as she sauntered from the gray granite flooring of the bathroom onto the thick white carpeting in the bedroom. Every inch of that woman's body was still as arousing to her today as it had been twenty-some-odd years before. Not since they parted ways all those years ago, did she ever dare believe they would share this ease of connection again. Even as recently as six months ago, if anyone had told her she would be sitting naked in Bennett Thomas's master bath, contemplating days and nights of an ordinary life with her, she would've called them an idiot… or a liar… or both. But she would take ordinary, and embrace it for the miracle it was, for the chance to be with this extraordinary woman.
"Stop staring at my ass, DJ, and get in here," Bennett called from the bedroom, as she bent over, turning down their bed. And then she disappeared from sight, and the sounds of rummaging ensued.
Startled from her ruminations, Doris laughed. "I wasn't staring at your ass," she lied.
"Bullshit."
Biting her lower lip, Doris grinned. There was really no sense in further denying it. She had never been able to keep her eyes… or her hands… or her mouth… off of those fleshy, caramel ass cheeks, so perfectly shaped, and ripe for the…
Without even meaning to, she had gotten lost in her thoughts of Bennett again. And once again, she heard that sexy Southern drawl calling her back to the present, telling her to get her ass to bed. Smiling to herself, she wiped the excess lotion from her hands with the towel Bennett had provided, and slung it over the edge of the tub. And flipping off the bathroom light, made her way into the bedroom by the light of the full moon.
She felt the warmth of Bennett's eyes slowly scanning her body as she moved toward the huge four-poster bed. And moments later, as she was sliding into bed beside her, the cool, luxuriant sheets soothed her warm naked flesh. But the heat of Bennett's body as she pressed against her in search of a kiss, instantly caused a different kind of heat to emerge deep within her belly. She kept that little nugget of information to herself for the moment, and contentedly rested her head against Bennett's shoulder, her fingertips toying with Bennett's in a playful dance.
"What are you thinking?" Bennett brushed her lips against Doris's temple, as Doris snuggled against her.
"That I never thought we would ever be together this way," Doris confessed.
"What way is that?"
Silently, Doris contemplated the question, as she intertwined their fingers, holding Bennett's hand against her chest. "Where what I feel is anticipation for the future, instead of that underlying sense of anxiety I've always had whenever we were together, because I knew it was only momentary."
"I did that to you," Bennett said on a soft, remorseful tone. She felt the threat of tears stinging her eyes. "And I'm sorry, DJ. I'm so sorr…"
The moment she heard the pain of self-recrimination in Bennett's voice, Doris rolled onto her side, leaning her body across Bennett's chest. She pressed her fingertips to trembling lips, quieting her. "No, BJ," she said insistently. "I don't need or want any more apologies, okay?" She searched Bennett's eyes. "It's just nice to know that when I leave here in the morning, it won't be another six months before I see you again."
Bennett's lips twisted into a playful grin. "Darling, you'll be lucky if I leave you alone for six hours," she said, emphasizing the measure of time.
Doris cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Yes, really," Bennett smirked. And then her mouth met Doris's, lingering.
Subtle brushes of tongues quickly turned into a heated dance as they tangled and teased. And it didn't take long for the flickering embers of desire to burst in to red-hot flames. Doris groaned into their kiss, her desire escalating from a simmer to a boil within a matter of minutes. Her pussy was drenched, and her clit throbbed between her legs, aching for Bennett to bring it some satisfaction.
Sensing the rapid shift in Doris's body, Bennett grinned against her mouth. "Come 'ere," she coaxed.
Doris smiled, and playfully nipped at her lower lip. "You want me to top you again tonight?" she husked. If that was what Bennett wanted, Doris would happily oblige. Her body was raring to go, regardless of the give or take.
"Yes… and no," Bennett answered vaguely. Drawing Doris closer against her body, she shifted onto her back, pulling Doris fully atop her.
The moment their bodies came into full contact, pressing together at every possible juncture, Doris felt it—the unmistakable prominence of her favorite strap-on resting between Bennett's thighs. A shuddering breath escaped her lungs, and her eyes turned dark with want, and instantly, Bennett knew that Doris's desires matched her own.
"I see you want me to play top and bottom tonight," Doris smirked. She was more than willing.
Drawing her bottom lip between perfect white teeth, Bennett nodded. "Mm-hmm," she murmured. "You know how much I love watching you ride me." The energetic force of Doris's thrusts never failed to repeatedly slam the base of the cock against Bennett's own achingly aroused clitoris, bringing her to a raging climax that matched the intensity of Doris's own. And she was certain this time would prove no different.
A sexy grin teased across Doris's lips. "You mean you love watching my tits bounce while I ride you."
Busted, Bennett laughed. "Can't argue with that." Watching Doris's smooth, ample breasts bouncing as she fucked herself to completion atop Bennett's own groin was one of the most erotic sights Bennett had ever witnessed. "You have great tits," she growled.
Her comment was crass, but she knew Doris would appreciate it. And truth was, there was so much more she loved about those beautiful breasts. She loved the shape and the weight of them in her hands. And those plump nipples, how they were always so ripe for the suckling. And the way her areolas had widened during her pregnancy, deepening into light nougat, where they had once been a pale pink.
"And you, my Darling," Doris husked, drawing Bennett from her thoughts, "have a great ass."
Bennett smirked. "Oh, I'm quite aware of your fondness for my ass," she said cockily. "That's how I know you were staring at it."
Doris didn't bother to argue. She simply spread her legs wide, and braced her arms on the bed beside Bennett's arms, providing leverage. And then she slid her slick pussy lips along the length of Bennett's cock, reveling in the thickness of it, the sensation of firm ridges as they abraded her distended clitoris. She could already feel it filling her, those ridges scraping against the sensitive tissue deep inside.
A guttural groan ripped from Bennett's lungs as the phallus pressed against her own erection, and Doris shifted into a sitting position, straddling Bennett's thighs. "I'm quite fond of your cock, too. In case you didn't know," she said with a feral grin, as she pulled the straps tight, causing the phallus to rise to attention.
Instantly, Bennett's nipples turned rock hard, and her breathing became labored, her chest rising and falling in short pants. Her clitoris throbbed in eager anticipation as she watched Doris rise above her, skillfully fitting the tip of the phallus inside her. And then, as Doris's hot, slick pussy engulfed her thick tumescence, she had to willfully force down a climax. Oh, yeah… this time would definitely not disappoint.
TBC in Chapter 14.20…