Natasha starts wedging her fingers together again, tucking her little finger in first.
"I'm still sore, baby," she pants into Natasha's ear.
"Sore from me fucking you?"
"Yeah, Sawyer whines. Her voice is already becoming high, reedy and nasal. She can't help talking like this when someone is fucking her good.
"But you liked it?"
"Yeah," and this time it's even weaker and more pathetic.
"I liked it too," Natasha whispers like she's sharing a secret, "And I want to fuck you again,"
Sawyer whimpers and buries her face in Natasha's neck.
Natasha's balled up her fist and is rotating it at Sawyer's entrance. She's wet and she circles her hips, enjoying the brush of Natasha's knuckles on her clit. It feels impossible that it could ever fit inside her.
"Let me try," Natasha says. She pushes her fingers back into a wedge. Natasha pulls up Sawyer's t-shirt with her teeth and starts biting at her nipples. Sawyer pushes her boobs together and into Natasha's face. They look obscenely large against Natasha's pretty features.
Sawyer's hips jerk and she involuntarily pushes down onto Natasha's hand, hissing with pain.
Gravity is helping her sink down but it's not quite enough to force Natasha fully inside her.
She wriggles down further. Natasha's groaning, panting more than Sawyer is.
"You're doing all the work now, aren't you? You're so eager,"
Natasha's teeth are gleaming.
Sawyer gives one more thrust downwards and somehow Natasha's fully inside her. She's so tight she knows Natasha's going nowhere fast. Her thighs are trembling.
"You're actually – ah- hurting my hand."
Sawyer laughs into Natasha's hair at that. When she gets a grip on herself she bounces a little bit, swirls her hips on Natasha's lap. She wants to do a back bend like Natasha taught her in yoga, grab the opposite end of the coffee table, then lie back and let Natasha hollow her out properly. But she also wants to keep what's left of her dignity.
Dignity? She hears Mikaela's voice in her head. Dignity has nothing to do with getting fisted for the second time in 24 hours while wearing dirty sweatpants.
Without warning, Natasha uses her free hand to push down hard on Sawyer's thigh, spreading her legs further and driving Natasha deeper inside her.
Sawyer screams once, and then again when Natasha bites her nipple hard. Her toes are curling and she's coming. She has a few blissful seconds of her hips twitching and pumping down onto Natasha's fist without any involvement from her higher thought processes.
Natasha tells her to clench so she can pull out. It's counter-intuitive, but it seems to work. The moment Natasha pulls out she's filling Sawyer's mouth with her fingers. They taste of metal but Sawyer's sucking them down.
Natasha's unbuttoning her jeans, pushing Sawyer's hands into them. They fall sideways and Sawyer is artlessly swiping her fingers over Natasha's clit. Natasha is so wet; Sawyer's fingers keep slipping. Natasha hisses through her teeth every time they slip. Sawyer knows she's so sensitive it's almost painful.
Natasha keeps whispering, "Yes don't stop. Fuck you. Don't stop. Yes, you little - Just fucking make me come." Eventually she just trails off, panting into Sawyer's sweaty cleavage until she comes with a shriek.
Natasha seems mortified when she pulls back and realizes that she really should have left for yoga 10 minutes ago. Sawyer lounges on the couch and cackles as Natasha hastily washes her hands in the kitchen sink and runs out the door.
Sawyer lies there for a long time. She pulls her fingers down to herself and rubs them across the bits that feel raw and stretched. She's wet and it's the middle of the afternoon and she's just been fucked so good by a woman she really likes. She's giddy, giddy, giddy.
Sawyer's finishes reading the first two acts of the play. She does one load of laundry and has picked out an outfit for the meet and greet tomorrow. She knows Natasha wants to go straight home after the second yoga class, and so Sawyer will have more time to be productive then. Sawyer will probably glad to have a break from company when Natasha leaves a second time.
But for now, Sawyer just wants to sit on her wet, swollen pussy and think about all the ways she can take advantage of the fact that Natasha will be returning all sweaty and with warm, stretched muscles.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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Natasha streaks out of Sawyer's apartment and to the centre. She's going to fall. She's going to trip and fall and one of her bones will break and burst out of the skin and no one will help and she'll get trampled. Or they will help but she'll need to take time off to recover and they'll find someone else to teach her classes. And she'll end up in debt from the treatment and she'll lose her apartment. Or they'll put her on OxyContin and then she'll end up switching to heroin because it's cheaper in most parts these days. She's never been one for downers but she doesn't trust herself not to enjoy them now the only stimulants her body has are coffee and cigarettes.
She tries to convince herself this won't happen and she feels herself calm
