When the dildo entered her, slowly, she groaned with every slight thrust, pushing down for more and whispering, “Yes, oh yes,” again and again. When it was fully inside her, she feared she would come in seconds and didn’t want to. She wanted to make it last, and so she controlled her thoughts and her breathing. She relaxed into the rhythmic thrusting and the sheer pleasure of feeling it fill her. She opened her eyes at last and watched Chris’s own ecstasy playing out on her face. Chris’s breath came in heavy pants, and she pushed her face into Lou’s breasts, her hands gripping tightly onto Lou’s hips as she rode her harder and faster.

Lou was ready now. She wanted it—needed it. She let loose the last bit of control and came hard. The flush of it spread everywhere. She threw her head back and cried out. Chris groaned beneath her, and Lou let her push deep inside once more. Then she held Chris there, clinging tightly onto her shoulders to tell her to stay.

“So good,” murmured Chris near to Lou’s ear. “So fucking good. I need you to do something for me now.”

Lou nodded and met her heated gaze.

“Lick me.”

Without hesitating, Lou eased herself off the dildo, and Chris unbuckled the harness. She pushed it and her trousers down to her ankles and dropped the dildo to the floor. She shuffled forward on the chair, giving Lou a better angle, and opened her legs. Lou smiled and dropped to her knees. She used her thumbs to push back the thick curls from Chris’s swollen clit, and Chris laid back on the chair, eyes closed, chest heaving. Lou breathed in her musky scent, and then, using just the tip of her tongue, she teased her clit. Chris gasped and fisted her hands in Lou’s hair.

“Faster. Harder,” came the commands, and Lou obliged, pressing her face deeper into the warm wetness that tasted so sweet, letting the whole of her tongue get to work, licking and sucking. When Chris came, she pulled Lou even closer, nearly suffocating her. A long, loud groan wrenched from her throat as she thrust with each spasm of her orgasm.

* * *

Lou took her time with her second shower of the evening. She didn’t normally shower at the club, but having been so thoroughly, satisfyingly fucked, she was dripping and really didn’t want to travel home in such a state. She and Chris had parted with a kiss but barely a backwards glance. Chris had headed for the bathroom, too, dildo in hand. Would she come out looking for a second round? Why not? The evening had just got going; it wasn’t even eleven yet. But for Lou, for tonight, once was enough. She felt utterly sated and ready to go home.