Now she could proudly be everything Byron needed and satisfy her in so many ways. She unfastened Byron’s belt and zip, then pulled out her hard strap-on.

Amelia looked to the door and then back to Byron. “You better let me know if anyone’s coming.”

Byron’s gaze didn’t waver. “Put it in your mouth.”

Amelia decided to tease Byron and place kisses up and down the shaft. Although it wasn’t real, in Byron’s headspace it was, and that’s all she needed to enjoy this act. And unlike a real cock, neither Byron nor her lovers were ever let down.

Byron put her hand in Amelia’s hair and encouraged her to put her mouth on her. Amelia took the tip into her mouth and Byron groaned. She looked up and saw Byron’s red eyes focused firmly on her.

It was all about the act, the performance, to keep Byron in the right headspace, and so she had learned over time just what Byron needed. She sucked as much of the strap-on in her mouth as she could and then slowly lifted her head and let it pop out of her mouth.

“Jesus,” Byron said with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

Amelia grasped the base tightly and pumped her hand up and down while she teased the head with the tip of her tongue.

“You’re so good at that,” Byron groaned. “Suck me.”

This time Amelia sucked it all in and started a regular rhythm, up and down. She felt both of Byron’s hands on the back of her head.

“Yes, just like that. Take it all in,” Byron said.

Amelia began to suck faster, and Byron’s hips rocked with her. She didn’t want to make Byron come this way, just take her to the brink. Once Byron’s hips went too fast, hurtling to the edge of orgasm, she let the strap-on pop out of her mouth.

“Don’t stop now, mia cara.” Byron groaned.

“I want more,” Amelia said.

She got as close as she could and placed her breasts around Byron’s cock, which was still wet from Amelia’s mouth. She knew Byron was crazy for this, but if she did it for too long, it would be over too soon.

“Fuck. Yes.” Byron placed her hands on top of Amelia’s, which were holding on to her breasts, and tried to control the pace of her wet cock, which was rubbing between Amelia’s breasts.

“Good girl,” Byron said, as she pumped, “I’m going to come on you.”

“Not yet.” Amelia pulled away from her.

Byron growled in frustration. “Stop teasing.”

Amelia stood and took off her tights and underwear but left her skirt on, then climbed on top of Byron’s lap. She kissed her, then whispered, “I want you to blow inside me.”