Dallas’s opening to just under her clitoris. There she opened them so they rested at the sides of the hard point and squeezed. Dallas lifted her hips and gasped in obvious pleasure.
Before Dallas could rock her hips, Remi again returned to her opening, wanting to keep her fingers wet. The more she touched Dallas, the more she chased Remi’s fingers in whatever direction they headed, but then Remi stopped and coaxed Dallas on top of her and into a sitting position.
“You’re stopping now?” Dallas asked, sounding breathless.
“I wouldn’t define it as stopping,” Remi said, falling back into the thick pillows to admire Dallas’s flushed body. She ran her hands up the bare legs and reached Dallas’s hips, then pulled her closer, encouraging Dallas to press her center to her middle. When she did, Remi pinched her nipples until Dallas moaned and pressed harder into her.
“If you want me, I’m yours,” Dallas said as she leaned in and pressed their bodies together.
“You’re mine now, and no one else will ever touch you like this, if I can help it.”
The declaration seemed to double Dallas’s wetness, and Remi gently rolled her to her back so she could cover as much of her as possible. She urged Dallas to spread her legs so she could fit her hand between them, but it wasn’t enough.
Remi moved until her legs were hanging off the end of the bed, then ducked her head and ran her tongue from the wet opening to Dallas’s clitoris. She smiled as Dallas’s hips shot off the bed.
“Don’t stop…don’t stop,” Dallas said as she ground herself into Remi’s face. Then Remi inserted her fingers and curled them upward until she felt Dallas wrap intimately around them, almost willing Remi to be still for a moment as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Screaming Remi’s name, Dallas fell back to the bed and tears rolled down her face, quickly turning into choking sobs.
Remi whipped her head up in confusion at the conclusion of what she thought Dallas wanted. She gently gathered Dallas into her arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Remi kissed the top of her head and continued to whisper her apologies until finally Dallas’s crying slowed a little.
With a rough voice, Dallas spoke but never lifted her head from Remi’s chest. “You didn’t hurt me, and I’m not sure you’ll understand this, but this is the first time I’ve ever wanted someone to touch me.”
Remi thought she was going to say more but Dallas stayed quiet. “Thank you for gifting me with that, and I’ll do my best to deserve it.”
“You probably deserve better, but thank you for not thinking I’m completely insane.” Dallas wiped her face with the corner of the sheet Remi was offering her and laughed. “Not exactly living up to my image as someone who wants to do another action picture, am I? Becoming hysterical after something so wonderful isn’t exactly sexy.”
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” Remi asked, as she playfully squeezed one side of her butt.
Dallas brought her hand between Remi’s legs and smiled. “I don’t see why you’re not. You have every right to, judging from this.”
“That you thought it was wonderful was all I need to know.” Remi wiped away the last of her tears and kissed her. When Dallas pushed her into the pillows to return the affection, her knee pressed against Remi hard enough to make her moan.
“Something I can do for you?” Dallas asked, pressing into her again.
“If you want we can—” Remi couldn’t finish when Dallas covered her mouth with her free hand.
“Let me show you how much I want to touch you in return,” she told Remi before she kissed her one last time before heading to where Remi most needed her.
Remi instinctively grabbed a fist full of hair to keep Dallas from moving away when she put her mouth on her. “Right there, that feels so good,” Remi said softly as Dallas quickened her pace, bringing Remi’s orgasm on so fast she almost cried out in frustration as well as pleasure. Giving Dallas the same pleasure had left her more than primed.
When Remi was done, Dallas lifted her head and inched up until she had pressed her sex to Remi’s hip.
“You feel okay?” Remi asked. She rolled Dallas onto her back again.
“I will if I get more of you.”
Remi positioned herself so they were mound to mound and started to pump her hips into Dallas. “Do you want me to stop?” She held herself still until she saw Dallas shake her head. If that wasn’t enough, Dallas spread her legs open as far as she could and pressed her heels into the small of her back.
The harder she pumped, the harder Dallas dug her nails into her back, until Remi felt the pressure building, begging for release.
“Yes, like that,” Dallas said, her voice wavering because of the motion. As Remi sped her hips she felt Dallas press her heels down harder. “Oh God…I’m coming…coming again.” Remi hung on until she felt Dallas tense and moan, her actions matching her words. Another climax so close to the first one left Remi drained, but she stayed put until Dallas opened her eyes and dropped her feet to the mattress.
When she did, Dallas’s eyes and her hand rested at the top of Remi’s right arm where it started to curve into her shoulder. Remi lay next to her as Dallas traced the outline of the tattoo she’d found.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Dallas asked as her finger continued to roam over the area. “What is it?”
“It’s half of a snake head.”
“Why just half?”
“Mano has the other half. Our nickname on the street is Snake Eyes, so we got inked as a joke, which my mother didn’t exactly find amusing. When we’re out doing a little gentle persuasion we wear sleeveless shirts to show our tattoos off. We try to stand shoulder to shoulder so the image that’s our company logo is easier to see. Only on these, the pupils are dice in the
