Now Amelia could see Byron was holding so much tension in her body, and she would enjoy helping her release it. She traced a fingernail around her pert nipple.

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this, sweetheart?” Amelia said.

“Tell me.” Byron pulled her close. She would probably take the initiative any second, and Amelia didn’t want that to happen. She wanted to show Byron what she could be for her. How she could be everything she needed.

“I can tell you and show you.” Amelia kissed her neck and shoulders and lowered her hand to squeeze the strap-on she wore.

Byron put her head back and closed her eyes. “I love it when you touch me like that,” Byron said with a groan.

Amelia took a step back, and said, “Will you sit on the bed for me?”

Surprisingly, Byron complied. She turned without opening her eyes, and walked over to the bed.

Once Byron sat, Amelia pulled off her nightdress slowly, and knowing how much her lover enjoyed her full round breasts, she grasped them and squeezed.

“Come here,” Byron said in a tense voice.

Amelia grinned, and gave her a look that was dripping with passion. Instead of walking over to her, she got down on her knees, and started to crawl slowly to her, exaggerating a sway to her hips.

She watched as Byron gripped the bed sheets tightly as she crawled.

When Amelia arrived at Byron’s feet, Byron stroked her cheek, and said, “Oh, Miss Honey. How do you always know what I need?”

“Because it’s always what I need. You are everything I need, Byron.”

Amelia took a big chance betraying the depth of her feelings, and she could tell there was something going on behind Byron’s eyes at that statement. Amelia wished Byron felt the same as her, and would one day say it back.

Amelia started to unbuckle Byron’s belt and pulled down her trousers. Byron kicked them away.

“Do you remember the first time I measured you at the shop?” Amelia said, while caressing her strap-on through her underwear.

“How could I forget. It was a night I’ll never forget.”

“When I was down on my knees with the tape measure, I was so turned on, I thought about how I would do anything to be allowed to give you pleasure on my knees. Then I felt the hardness lying against your thigh, and I nearly melted on the spot.”

Byron pulled her flesh coloured strap-on from her underwear, and held it in her palm.

“I know how much it excited you, I could sense it.”

“May I?” Amelia held her hand close but didn’t touch. Byron took her hand, and placed it around her strap-on.

“You may, always, mia cara,” Byron said.

“I used to fantasize about a lover using one on me, but I never had the courage to ask. Then you come along, someone who wears one naturally, confidently, and without apology, and I was never so turned on in my life. All I wanted to do was unzip your trousers, and put my lips around it and suck it for you.”