“All powerful Sawyer Martinez doesn’t always get everything she wants.”
Sawyer whimpers, arching up into Natasha, "Please?"
Natasha responds by swiveling her hips on Sawyer’s thigh, rubbing her wet pussy quicker and harder against Sawyer’s skin. Sawyer tenses the muscles in her thigh, trying to make things easier for Natasha.
Natasha puts her fingers back at Sawyer’s entrance, pushing them in softly. Sawyer’s even wetter than before. As Natasha presses forward Sawyer clenches rhythmically on Natasha, her clever pussy pulling her fingers in inch by inch. Soon, they’re back to where they were before. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Sawyer’s chanting under her breath.
Natasha almost takes pity, “Do you want it harder, sugar?”
Sawyer nods, mouth gaping.
“Well you can’t have it. I want you to come exactly like this.”
Natasha is rubbing her knuckles against Sawyer’s walls. She’s puffy and sensitive inside, and Sawyer’s legs start twitching and shaking like they always do when Natasha fucks her like this.
She tilts her cheek towards Natasha, and Natasha knows it’s an invitation to slap Sawyer’s face. Usually she’d take it, but she’s still trying to keep a shaky hold on the reins. Instead, she sucks her cheeks to gather up the spit that has been welling there. She leans over Sawyer and Sawyer clocks her immediately, lips parting obediently. Natasha suddenly can’t do it, and swallows. She tries to cover it up by kissing Sawyer deeply. She loves the vibrations of Sawyer’s moans inside her mouth, the heat radiating off her face.
She brings her knee over Sawyer’s thigh so she can kneel properly on the bed, in between Sawyer’s legs. She bends over Sawyer and feels a bit more grounded. Sawyer’s wet and relaxed enough that she thinks what she’s planning to do will probably be fine, and any pain will just be the final push over the edge that Sawyer needs. She pulls her fist out and snaps it back in, and Sawyer’s coming. She’s bracing her feet against the bed and pumping her hips up and down. Natasha doesn’t know whether to look at her red, sweaty face, or her pulsing pussy around her wrist, or the way her ass squashes out as it meets the bed.
Natasha gently dislodges herself from Sawyer and allows Sawyer to pull her up on to her chest. She’s desperate to be touched, but the urgent need to fuck Sawyer has passed somewhat. She mouths over Sawyer’s sweaty breasts as Sawyer giggles to herself, like she usually does when her orgasm has been particularly overwhelming.
When she gets her breath back, Sawyer pushes Natasha over to lie on her back. Natasha groans in pure anticipation of Sawyer’s mouth on her. The first long sweep of Sawyer’s tongue is overwhelming, the sensation radiating out through her pelvis. Natasha knows she’s going to come soon. She relaxes into it, rolling her head on the pillow and pinching her own nipples.
Of course, because Sawyer’s set on being a fucking twat, she moves down to swirl her tongue around Natasha’s asshole and suck at her entrance. She makes a show of it, using her lips to make a variety of slurping and smacking noises.
“Lick my clit," Natasha groans, "God, you're being a stupid bitch tonight.” Natasha feels Sawyer’s sharp inhale at the words. She meets Natasha’s eyes and there’s a fire in them that Natasha wants to keep stoking. Natasha grabs a fist of her hair.
Sawyer slowly moves up and laps at Natasha’s clit. Natasha loosens her grip on Sawyer’s hair and lets her muscles relax. Within a few minutes Sawyer is slithering her tongue back down again, moaning loudly into Natasha. She’s had enough of this behavior, and clamps her thighs firmly around Sawyer’s ears. Natasha knows that Sawyer would win in a fist fight between them. Tonight though, Sawyer’s out of luck. The strongest parts of Natasha’s body are her thighs and there’s not much Sawyer can do to get out of their grip.
She traps Sawyer’s head just a centimeter or two before her pussy, and Sawyer whines as she tries to reach it. When she sticks her tongue out, it can just about brush against Natasha’s soaked pubic hair. Sawyer still tries her best though, forcing her tongue as far out as it can go. Sawyer braces her hands on the bed and tries to shove herself further along. But Natasha doesn’t let up, presses her thighs together harder. Sawyer’s eyes redden, start to glimmer with tears.
Natasha spreads her legs and Sawyer immediately buries her face properly in Natasha’s pussy. She’s learnt her lesson, getting Natasha off studiously and efficiently as Natasha pats her hair.
It doesn’t take long for her to come, and soon Natasha is being cradled by Sawyer while she shamelessly licks her own wetness off Sawyer’s cheeks. She wants to say the words she has started to allow herself to use in her own head. Sawyer lollops off to the bathroom. When she comes back her skin has already cooled considerably. She wraps herself tightly around Natasha, peppering little kisses over Natasha's shoulders. Natasha loves the way Sawyer touches her body, especially when she's replete and drifting into sleep.
“Goodnight Natasha, I’m so happy you liked the show,” Sawyer whispers.
Natasha holds the words back, feels them rumbling around behind her teeth.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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They are firmly into the last but one week of the production, and Sawyer has fully embraced only going into work late in the afternoon for her preshow set up.
Sawyer starts the morning flat on her back with Natasha kneeling over her. Sawyer's got her hand between Natasha's legs and she's
