Sometimes my characters undergo stress and they need a hard fuck — giving or receiving. In this part of chapter twelve of my fanfic-to-novel project, it’s Lily doing the giving and Celeste doing the receiving.
Lily, Celeste quickly determined, was definitely in the mood to be in control, which didn’t happen often. Before long she was pulling Celeste’s pajama pants off and spreading her legs. Lily’s fingers on Celeste’s thighs were pressing almost too hard, hard enough that Celeste actually moaned more in pain than pleasure.
And then Lily lowered her head, and opened her mouth, and Celeste submitted to her wife, her lover, the only woman she ever wanted to be with. “Oh, God, Lily… Lily…”
Lily slid two fingers inside Celeste and found her g-spot.
“Lily!” Normally Celeste preferred a little more warm-up, but Lily clearly wasn’t in the mood for that. She started to fuck Celeste with her fingers, deep and hard, even as she licked her clit. Celeste’s back arched and Lily reached up with her other hand to push her back down onto the bed. “Lily?”
“You move when I say,” Lily said, her breath hot on Celeste’s skin. Then she gave her clit a long, slow lick. “You do what I say.” She curled her fingers and did that thing she did sometimes, the thing Celeste couldn’t even begin to describe. “And you come when I say.”
Celeste bit her lip hard to hold back. She was already close, just from how forceful Lily was being, how confident, how dominant, but if Lily didn’t want her to come yet…
She felt the stretch as Lily added a third finger. “Fuck!” she moaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck, Lily!”
Lily did fuck her, had been fucking her, could fuck her forever if that’s what she wanted to do. “I’m going to count to five,” she said, staring into Celeste’s eyes. “And then you can come. Got it?”
“Got… got it,” Celeste gasped.
“One.” Celeste’s entire lower body started to pound.
“Two.” Her body ached where Lily’s hand had her open and vulnerable.
“Three.” She grabbed her right breast through her pajama top, pinched her nipple hard, a combination of distraction and amplification of pleasure.
“Four.” Fuck, she was right on the edge.
And Celeste’s entire world exploded.
I know I’ve posted a lot of sex scenes from this book already. Rest assured, there is a ton of plot that I’m not sharing with you, plot that builds these characters, makes you care about them, makes you want to read on and find out what’s going to happen. It’s the most plot-driven piece of erotica I’ve ever written, even though I do spend a lot of time on the characters as well.
I really hope that, when I publish this, you feel the same way about it as I do.