hand and setting Meeka's flesh jiggling. She flinched, and her " Please ," came out on a gasp, but the flinch ended in an unmistakable roll and upward tilt of her hips, presenting her ass for another swat.
Izzy hit her again, and Meeka let out a little squeak, her hands clenching and loosening on the sheet by her head. This was even more fun than Izzy had been imagining. She settled into a steady rhythm of whacking, until Meeka's squeals deepened into moans, and her skin started to turn a lovely shade of pink, and Izzy's palm began to itch. Next time, maybe she should get a belt or something, but in the meantime when Meeka tensed for the next hit, Izzy reached back instead and ran a finger along her pussy, which was just as slick and hot as before. She gasped and tried to grind against Izzy's hand, but Izzy wasn't having any of that; she kept her touch light and hit with her left hand this time. The blow was awkward, weak and glancing, but it made Meeka jump satisfyingly anyway.
Izzy kept up the teasing, not letting Meeka know now when a slap was coming, or whether it would be a short, hard pinch on her clit, or a couple of fingers pushed into her trembling cunt while Izzy let her rock back against the heel of her hand for a few seconds before taking it away. Then Meeka squirmed in helpless frustration because Izzy was doing nothing at all to her, just watching and groping on the bed next to her for the dildo and lube.
Not that Izzy probably needed the lube, but she'd rather be on the safe side—she was new at this, after all, and a toy failing to go in smoothly was not the sort of awkward discomfort that struck her as particularly sexy. Besides, it was a nice, tingly lube—she used it herself sometimes just for that—so she slathered a generous amount on the dildo before nudging it up against Meeka's cunt.
Meeka made a small surprised sound—even though she'd gotten the dildo out of the drawer herself and she could have guessed what Izzy was going to do with it—and clenched her hands, glancing over her shoulder. Izzy doubted she could see much. She pushed Meeka's head back onto the mattress anyway, turning the motion into a reassuring pat, which made Meeka sigh and close her eyes, still thrusting hard, but slower.
"Easy there," said Izzy. "It's all right."
"Mmm," said Meeka.
Izzy took her hand away from Meeka's cheek, and used it to help ease the dildo in instead, pushing with her right hand and getting Meeka's pussy lips out of the way when they wanted to cling. There were a couple of times when Meeka's belly tensed up with a huff of discomfort, and Izzy had to slow down and pet her until she relaxed again, but soon she had the dildo buried up to the end in Meeka. A slap on her ass with the left hand, a push on the dildo with the heel of the right, fingers teasing Meeka's clit the whole time, picking up the pace while Meeka humped frantically and her whimpers got increasingly high-pitched.
When Meeka said, "Please," it was nearly a scream, and too late for Izzy to say no. They would have to work on that. Izzy wasn't sure when her experiment with Meeka—or whatever it had started as—had become plans stretching out into the indefinite future, but for now she was happy to watch Meeka thrashing around on the bed as she spent herself on Izzy's fingers, her gasps turning back into whimpers and her movements becoming feeble twitches when she finally wound down.
"C'mere," said Izzy, sliding down to lie back on the pillows and moving her arm to make a space for Meeka by her side. Meeka turned herself around lazily and spooned up against Izzy, her bare ass next to Izzy's hip. Izzy touched the pink marks that were nearly, but not entirely, faded, and Meeka winced. "Still a bit tender there?"
"Mmm. Yeah, I guess," said Meeka. "But it feels good."
"Good." Izzy turned on her side and put an arm around Meeka, who burrowed closer. The idea of going for a second round herself was... not tempting enough to overcome her
Donald Luskin, Andrew Greta