She pulls herself up and off Natasha. Natasha's face is wet and shining in the glow of the bedside lamp. Natasha licks her lips.
Sawyer wanted to be graceful and sensual, but her hands and knees feel shaky as she steadies herself. Her cheeks are feverish. She pants, can't help wanting to stuff herself full of her fingers in the few seconds it takes to flip her legs back over Natasha and seat herself. Her muscles tremble and she feels stunningly ungainly.
She reaches behind herself and lines up the hard, purple silicone where it needs to be. The top is bulbous and stretches her, but the material is so smooth that she knows that as soon as she sits back into it, it will fill her right up. She shields her stomach with her other hand, but Natasha pushes it away and grabs Sawyer's stomach instead. Her fingers make five deep dents in the flesh.
Natasha's panting at least as hard as Sawyer is. Her pupils are blown. "Do it."
Sawyer does.
After the first stretch, the rest sinks into her so quick she stops halfway through an intake of breath, teeth clicking shut. It's longer than any toy she's used before, and there's a sharp pain as it bottoms out. She wriggles a bit, tits moving with her. Natasha's hands snap to them automatically, letting them rest in her outstretched palms.
Sawyer leans forward experimentally, the smooth slide of the toy inside her bringing up goose bumps on the tops of her arms. She rocks back, and the sensation of it sinking inside her makes her groan and screw her eyes shut.
She tries to do it again, but her rhythm is halting and jerky. She moves too fast and winces as it goes too deep again, and then pulls away too far and lets it slip it of her entirely.
She goes to wrap her hand around the dildo and move it back into position, but Natasha is already gripping the silicone. She feels a flash of embarrassment as she feels how warm and sticky the synthetic material has gotten already from being inside her body. Natasha doesn't seem to mind as she moves it back underneath Sawyer. It slips inside her easily and Sawyer whimpers.
"There, we got you all filled up again quickly, didn't we?"
Sawyer keens. She raises herself up on her haunches and lets herself fall onto it. A sharp burst of pleasure flows through her pussy and through the rest of her body. She wants to properly bounce on Natasha. Partly so she can fuck herself as hard as she can to get herself off, and partly because she wants Natasha to see her breasts moving as she does. Unfortunately, Natasha's bed is too soft for her to really get much of a pace up. Sawyer finds a good rhythm anyway. She can't resist arching her back as dramatically as she can, and tilting her head back. She runs her fingers through her hair, flexes her thighs to give herself a succession of shallow little thrusts. She tosses her head from side to side, knowing her hair will be tickling Natasha's thighs as she lets out an "Ah - Ah - Ah" every time the toy thunks deep inside her.
Beneath her, Natasha has moved her hands away from Sawyer's breasts, balling them at her sides. Her body is taut, her tendons stand out in her neck. Her teeth are bared. Sawyer suspects that if she twisted around, Natasha's knees would be locked and her toes curled tight.
Sawyer reaches out and strokes Natasha's jaw as softly as she can. Natasha's whole body convulses.
"You okay, baby?"
Natasha unclenches her jaw and Sawyer can see the effort it takes.
Natasha's voice is ragged and breathless, "Yes. Just trying to not flip you over and give you the roughest fucking of your life."
Sawyer clenches her pussy hard in response, triggering a cascade of smaller convulsions that have her gasping, struggling for balance on Natasha's hips. She feels it all up her tummy, all up her arms, in her shoulders.
She drops forward, lets her chin fall on her chest. She knows she's giving herself a double chin but she doesn't give a shit. Her nostrils are flaring, eyes fluttering. She braces her hands on Natasha's sternum, they slide in Natasha's sweat. She'd like to play with Natasha's nipples, grind her fists into the muscles of Natasha's stomach. But she needs to come. She uses all the strength in her arms to shove herself back into the toy, chasing her orgasm. Every time the dildo hits her just right she lets out a deep groan that has Natasha groaning too. Caged in by her arms, her cleavage is running with sweat, and Natasha's eyes are flick-flicking between her face and her breasts.
Sawyer sits up again, lust pooling heavily in the bottom of her spine. She hasn't got the strength to ride Natasha now, about all she is capable of is shifting her hips in jagged circles, and clenching herself down as hard as she can around the toy as she rubs her clit.
"I'm so, ah, close -" she chokes out into the cold air of Natasha's attic room.
"Fuck, Sawyer, fuck" Natasha starts stuttering underneath her. She brings her hands up to Sawyer's ass, pulling her down firmly.
"That harness is rubbing right on my clit," Natasha laughs, rocking her hips up into it. Sawyer's eyes are rolling back in her head. She can't relax her
