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Patterson was moaning low in her throat and Tasha couldn’t get tired of hearing this incredible arousing sound.
Lying between Patterson’s spread thighs she sucked again on her red swollen clit and grinned when the sound was easy to replicate. Patterson writhed beneath her, begging her to be released from the sweet torture.
From the corner of her eye Tasha caught a glimpse of the wall clock; she noticed proudly that she kept Patterson on the verge of orgasm for more than 45 minutes.
Maybe it was time to show some mercy.
This all had started this morning while taking a shower together and Patterson went down on Tasha for half an eternity until she was barely able to hold herself upright in the shower stall. She somehow managed to stumble out of it and was quickly wrestled to the bathroom floor by Patterson, who didn’t let go of her.
Sex was easy between Patterson and Tasha. There were days in which they barely could keep their hands off one another – making out several times the day sometimes in the weirdest places as the bathroom of the locker room of the NYO, restaurant toilets and hidden balconies during stiff work events.
They could not get enough of giving the other as much pleasure as possible during these days.
And then there were times in which cuddling on the couch and kissing was enough for both. Falling asleep in silly pyjamas, spooned up just to feel the others proximity and the safety, knowing, that nothing could harm them while they were close.
Usually they were in unspoken agreement, which days belonged to which type, only occasionally differing especially when Patterson developed a migraine or Tasha came out of the field completely exhausted.
But even during these days nothing was complicated as watching the other masturbate was enough for both – one not in the need to be active while in pain and the other hopelessly aroused by seeing the other watching while coming by own hands.
Tasha was roughly brought back from her thoughts as Patterson entered a new level of extasy strongly gripping Tasha’s shoulders, nails digging deep, possibly drawing blood.
Tasha felt how close Patterson was and allowed the index finger of her right hand to slide over her slick entrance.
Patterson threw her head back: „Taasha! Please…. Oh god… I need you to fuck me… please babe!!”
Although sexually worn out herself Tasha felt a new wave of lust enlighten her lower belly and moisture gathering between her legs hearing Patterson shouting at her like that.
With another hard suck on her clit Tasha immediately slammed two fingers into her making Patterson scream out in extasy and arch her back, while her left hand went up to knead her right breast – pinching her painfully hard nipple.
Patterson never knew sex could be so mind blowing before getting together with Tasha for the first time.
She was convinced that the major reason for the extraordinary pleasure came from the deep fundamental trust between the two of them – knowing to be able to let go and to be caught and held whatever happened.
Tasha quickened her pace, her tongue lapping restlessly at her core and her clit.
Patterson could feel her orgasm approaching and desperately needed to come.
Being held on edge for this long timespan had left her breathless and completely worn out. She was sure that she would pass out if Tasha did not let her down very soon.
She raised her head, with sweat on her forehead and blond long strands hanging in her face, watching Tasha work.
“Tasha… baby, please, I need to come NOW…” her high-pitched voice rang in Tasha’s ears.
She looked up at her girlfriend amazed by how blown her pupils were and how hard her chest was working; desperately trying to get air into her lungs.
“Do you want me to make you come hard, baby? We haven’t done this for ages…. You want me to make you feel extra good?” she purred while applying pressure with the tip of her finger to Patterson’s clit knowing exactly what to do to keep her on edge without making her tumble over it just yet.
“Oh god yes baby… PLEASE…. Oh god I need that…!”
Patterson slammed her eyes shut and threw herself back into the pillows behind her arching her back and pushing her hip upwards in a desperate attempt to get more pressure and friction on her core.
Tasha grinned wickedly.
A while ago Patterson had opened up to her about a special phantasy she had and begged her to try it out.
They quickly figured that Tasha was really good in using this move to make Patterson come really hard and although she never felt herself the need to experience it on her own, she felt proud and full of love that Patterson trusted her that much to ask her about it and in the end felt so much pleasure.
Tasha immediately focused again on her girlfriend’s hot core and withdrew the fingers of her right hand making Patterson whimper and squirm beneath her.
Her left hand released Patterson’s breast and she dipped the tip of her left index finger into Patterson’s dripping wet folds.
Patterson thrust up her hips trying to draw the intruder further in.
Tasha grinned and let it slip completely in, coating it thoroughly in Patterson’s juices.
She withdrew the finger completely again, amazed how wet it was, and immediately replaced it with three fingers of her other hand, pumping fast into her.
Patterson screamed, lifting her knees up to her chest, holding them tight.
Tasha let the tip of her left index finger slide down from Patterson’s core down her perineum and placed it gently against her puckered opening, drawing lightly little circles.
“OH MY GOD…. YES BABY… PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!!!”
Patterson was beyond being ashamed. She knew what she needed and she trusted Tasha deeply to be able to ask her for it.
Having Patterson screaming at her like this Tasha almost came herself without even being touched. Sweat ran down her back and she felt a painful throbbing between her legs.
Finally showing mercy, Tasha sped up her right hand, fingers curling and rotating, while she slowly let her left index finger slide all the way into Patterson’s tight behind.
A obscene moan left Patterson’s throat, her eyes clenched shut, her back arched at an almost physical impossible angle, her knees still pressed tightly to her chest.
Tasha wiggled her index finger lightly, slowly letting it a few times slide all the way out to push it firmly into the tight opening again, rotating it back and forth. She could feel the fingers of her other hand through the thin walls; her other hand still penetrating her core wildly and deeply.
And then she felt Patterson climax…
The walls of her core clenched painfully down on her pistoning fingers and her anus twitched violently around her index finger.
Patterson almost lifted off the bed, screaming desperately Tasha’s name.
After a minute, Tasha removed her index finger from Patterson’s rear channel, knowing that while she insanely enjoyed being fucked like this, she couldn’t stand having something too long in her behind after her orgasm.
Instead, she used her hand to circle her own clit applying light pressure, immediately reaching her own shuddering orgasm, silently wondering, how it was possible to get aroused so heavily herself while bringing pleasure to her girlfriend.
She slowed the rhythm of her penetrations, concentrating on delicately massaging the right places inside Patterson’s core to draw out her orgasm as much as possible.
Finally removing also her other fingers, she gently kissed the insides of Patterson’s thighs, forcing her to let go of her knees to fully relax in the sheets.
Kissing her way all the way up her body, she lay herself half on top of Patterson, burying her face in her girlfriend’s neck inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shampoo and sweat.
When Patterson finally stopped shuddering and her breathing came more evenly, Tasha raised her head to be able to look at her.
Her sparkling blue eyes looked at Tasha with so much love and emotion that she felt a pain in her heart.
“Hi…” Tasha whispered. “Hi…” Patterson drew her in for a gentle and slow kiss.
“God, I love you Tasha…. So much!” Patterson breathed out as soon as their lips parted.
“I love you, too!” Tasha answered. “You are my everything… you know?”
“You are my everything, too!” Patterson kissed her again, their lips moving against each other in perfect sync.
“What about you?” Patterson whispered. “Or am I right that you made yourself feel good while I was on cloud nine?” Patterson giggled and Tasha felt caught.
“You know what it does to me seeing you in this pure extasy…” she looked down on Patterson’s shoulder and slightly blushed.
Patterson lifted her chin with her hand and kissed her again.
“You know, I love so much that we don’t have to be ashamed for anything between us! Let’s not start with being ashamed today.”
She winked at Tasha and Tasha smiled, the brightest, the happiest, the most honest smile she only reserved for Patterson.
She never thought she could be happier than she had been an hour ago, but Patterson did this to her. She made her happier every single day even if it did not seem possible.