CHAPTER TEN
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Sawyer is laid out in front of Natasha. She's trying to play it cool but she can't stop her hips chasing Natasha's hand. She suspects that Natasha is moving her hands from side to side, only her fingertips still inside Sawyer, just to see her hips bumping along the bed sheets.
She's been making little nasal whimpers for so long now that they've become one long drone.
After a while Natasha seems to tire of teasing. She gives Sawyer a hungry look, a blazing rake over her body. Sawyer's skin prickles under her gaze.
Natasha lays her hand flat on Sawyer's chest, on the gap where her heavy breasts have fallen to the side. Natasha says, "Keep still."
She presses harder on Sawyer's breastbone. Sawyer's whines go up in pitch.
Natasha holds her three longest fingers together like a duck bill and starts to push harder against Sawyer. She's not quite wet enough yet and Natasha grabs the lube with her left hand, drizzling it carelessly over her right.
It's burning but Sawyer's excited. She wants it. She feels the tight band of her entrance stretching around Natasha's fingers. She wonders if the pressure is hurting them. She flutters her muscles to encourage them in, wants to show she's not just lying there.
"Now, now, now – come on," Sawyer's chanting, squirming. "Just do it, get in me." Sawyer's mouth is open, panting, tongue lolling in her mouth. She squeezes her eyes shut, can't stop herself from frowning with concentration.
Sawyer can't be sure but she thinks that Natasha has tucked her little finger inside the duck bill too. She's pressing forward inexorably now and Sawyer is keening.
Natasha braces her other arm at the side of Sawyer's body and lowers herself down to lightly kiss the wrinkle between her brows. Sawyer wants to bite her bicep, and her tanned, muscular thigh. Natasha's sitting with her legs spread wide open in some pretentious yoga way and it shouldn't turn Sawyer on but it does. Natasha's face is a bit too close to focus on, but Sawyer loves her sea glass eyes and the way that she keeps breaking out into a grin.
"My, my, my. I'm not sure I've ever met a girl who has let me fist her on the first date before."
She pushes further and Sawyer feels the stretching feeling intensify. She knows Natasha is going to start curling her hand up soon. It burns a little but she's desperate for Natasha now.
Sawyer bares her clenched teeth. She starts forcing little huffs out of her nose. She tosses her head on the bed.
"I don't want to think about you fisting, ah – other girls."
Her next moan comes from the depths of her stomach, and trails off into a rumbling groan, and then a dry sob. It's embarrassing but then Natasha finally curls her fingers up to make a fist, and Sawyer's pleased the noise seemed to get the job done.
Sawyer feels her entrance stretch around the widest part of Natasha's hand, and then Natasha tucks her thumb in too. This is always the part where Sawyer feels like she'll die if she doesn't get filled up soon. She is aching, wanting. She arches her back in a futile attempt to create more space inside her. There's one final push and then a sense of satisfaction washes over Sawyer. She relaxes. Her entrance contracts around Natasha's delicate wrist. She feels like her insides are swollen, pulsing, but it doesn't hurt at all now. Natasha is pressing against every sensitive part she has. Natasha doesn't thrust yet, but gently twists her fist from side to side.
As Natasha rocks her fist with minute little movements, Sawyer swears she can feel the sensation all the way to her toes. Natasha is barely moving, but Sawyer's skin is prickled with gooseflesh. Time seems to stretch, and Sawyer's limbs are weak and limp on the bed. She's groaning steadily. Sawyer doesn't expect it but within a minute or so, she's coming without touching her clit at all. It seizes her suddenly, her stomach muscles clench so hard that she rips her shoulders away from the bed. She's jerking every few seconds, with her hand thrown across her face. Her pussy is rippling, wringing Natasha's hand out like an old cloth. Shapeless noises are coming from her mouth.
When she opens her eyes again, the first thing she sees is Natasha looking at her like a kid entrusted to light a fire in the back yard.
"Feeling better?" Sawyer is mesmerized by Natasha's crinkled eyes. Sawyer tries to push herself into a sitting position, and grips the back of Natasha's neck. She's blinking slowly and her mouth is uselessly gaping. She tries to make a sentence, she mouths the words but gets lost half way. Everything is hazy, and she flops back down onto the pillow.
"I'm going to fuck you a little harder now, sugar."
There's no resistance in Sawyer anymore and Natasha's fist slips in and out of her wet pussy easily. Natasha stops clenching her fist so hard and her hand goes back to the wedge position. It's smooth and easy, but
