Chapter 128

“First,” Natalie said, “if you’re trying to make it better for me, you should use some lube. Sliding feels better than just jerking it up and down, dry.”

“That’s obvious,” Sofia said flatly. “But where am I supposed to get lube? I don’t see any exactly sitting around.”

“You could wrap your pretty little mouth around me,” Natalie suggested. “That’d do in a pinch.”

Sofia only glared. She was getting better at not blushing when Natalie teased her. That was disappointing. Natalie would have to try harder.

“No, but really,” Natalie said. “Spit can do the job. It dries up fast, but if you focus on the top, then you can get some mileage out of it. Just have to keep working it in.”

“Seriously?”

Natalie shrugged. “Make do with what you have.” A smile crept onto Natalie’s lips. “We can also use your natural lubricant, if you want.”

“My natural?” Her brow furrowed. Then her eyes widened, the confusion clearing up. She started sputtering. “Please. As if.”

“Then spit is the best we’ve got.”

Sofia huffed. She leaned close to Natalie’s cock, and Natalie’s heart jumped. Sofia hesitated there, only a few inches away. As if considering whether to spread her saliva in the easier way—by taking Natalie into her mouth.

The hesitation passed, and Sofia spat. She worked her spit into Natalie’s cock head, then slowed her pace down, letting her fingers slide up and down Natalie’s shaft. And as Natalie had told her it would be, the sensation of Sofia’s fingers slipping around her cock head was more compromising than the unskilled jerking prior. Natalie let out a little sigh of pleasure, leaning back and enjoying herself as Sofia worked away.

“Which segues into my second point,” Natalie said. “The head’s more sensitive. So giving it the attention it deserves is a good idea, if you’re going for a quick finish.”

“I noticed,” Sofia commented. “You’re squirming more.”

Yeah. She was. Even while trying to stay composed.

Sofia stroked away. A satisfied look appeared on her face, seeing how her motions were affecting Natalie.

While having had some time to acquaint herself with her new tool, Natalie was far from experienced with it. She was still weak to the sensations that crashed through her at Sofia’s touch. It was becoming harder to ignore by the second.

“Well?” Sofia asked, bringing her entrancing blue eyes up to meet Natalie’s. “That’s not it, right? What else can I do better, master?”

And that wasn’t helping. Those words had no right to make Natalie shudder like they did. Even with Sofia speaking them more defiantly than submissively, the token effort of deference nearly took Natalie apart.

Which led to Natalie’s third suggestion.

“Finally,” Natalie said, “you shouldn’t focus so much on the mechanics of it all.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s not just technique that matters. It helps, obviously, but sex isn’t just about rubbing away.”

“Well, I know that.” Sofia paused, then reluctantly said, “But explain?”

Natalie found it amusing that Sofia needed her to. She ought to be able to pick up what she was getting at, especially if Sofia had been paying attention to what she had done that really drew reactions out of her.

“The selling point,” Natalie said, “is you. Or us. That’s what affects me most. Can’t you tell?”

Sofia frowned.

She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing, finally picking up what Natalie was getting at.

Then, with a hand still on Natalie’s cock, stroking away and playing with her spit-lubricated cock tip, she climbed onto Natalie’s lap and kissed her.

Natalie melted into the kiss, forgetting the scenario she was in, the sudden advance unexpected enough to white her mind out. Her hands settled onto Sofia’s hips. She explored Sofia’s mouth, squirming in place as Sofia’s hand jerked her off between their thighs. Sofia’s taste eradicated her ability to think. She basked in her mouth and the feeling of her body pressing into hers.

Sofia pulled back a half-inch, then laughed quietly into Natalie’s lips. Natalie’s thoughts had gone too hazy for her to be annoyed at the sudden confidence.

“I think I understand, master,” she murmured into Natalie’s mouth. “It’s about us. You, on top of me. You like it when I’m submissive.”

By how quickly Natalie’s breathing came, and the color of her face, Sofia had her answer.

“When I’m your little cum slut,” Sofia emphasized huskily.

Natalie shivered.

“Yes, I get it now,” Sofia murmured. “I think I can be that for you, master. But,” she said slowly, pressing a kiss into her lips between the words, “only if you promise to give me a big, hot load. And not soon—now. I want it now. We’re on a schedule. You can do that for me, master?”

Natalie didn’t even have a response, too lost in the proximity of Sofia’s body and the way Sofia’s hand worked up and down her cock. She chided herself for giving Sofia the tools she needed. She had always been a quick study.

A part of her tried to rally, to return to her unaffected demeanor and keep teasing Sofia, but Sofia recaptured her lips and stroked away faster. Those thoughts drifted away.