A Curious Push Through Velvet
# The Velvet Door The music from the club thumped through the floor, a deep, primal rhythm that vibrated in Simone’s bones. She’d come out for a tame girls’ night with friends from her book club, but one wrong turn, one curious push throug
Chapter 1
The music from the club thumped through the floor, a deep, primal rhythm that vibrated in Simone’s bones. She’d come out for a tame girls’ night with friends from her book club, but one wrong turn, one curious push through an unmarked, velvet-draped doorway, and her familiar world had dissolved. This wasn’t the brightly lit salsa bar they’d planned on. This was a cavern of shadow and shimmering light, where the air smelled of expensive perfume, sweat, and something distinctly, undeniably female.
Her friends had melted away, either too shocked or too intrigued to stay by her side. Simone stood frozen just inside the entrance, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs. Her green eyes, wide with a mix of terror and fascination, scanned the room. Women were everywhere. Dancing close, whispering in corners, their hands resting on waists, tracing jawlines. The desire here was a palpable current, and she felt utterly adrift in it.
“First time?”
The voice was low, smooth as aged whiskey, and came from her right. Simone turned and her breath caught. The woman was shorter than her, but her presence commanded the space. Her skin was the rich, deep hue of espresso, stretched taut over powerful shoulders and thick, muscular thighs that strained against her leather pants. A simple black tank top showcased impressive curves and full, heavy breasts. But it was her face that held Simone captive—high cheekbones, full lips curved in a knowing smirk, and dark eyes that seemed to see right through her floral blouse and sensible slacks.
“Is it that obvious?” Simone managed, her voice barely a whisper over the music.
“The deer-in-headlights look is a classic,” the woman said, her smile widening. She extended a hand. “I’m Kate.”
“Simone.” Her hand was engulfed in Kate’s, the grip firm and warm.
“You’re not lost, Simone,” Kate said, not letting go. Her thumb stroked the back of Simone’s hand, a shockingly intimate gesture from a stranger. “You’re exactly where you need to be. The question is, do you want to see more?”
Before Simone could formulate an answer, another figure joined them, sliding an arm around Kate’s waist with easy familiarity. She was a blonde, her hair a messy cascade of gold, her body a testament to an athletic life—curvy and strong, with full lips and eyes the color of a summer sky. Intricate tattoos swirled down one arm. She looked at Simone with open, appraising interest.
“Kate, you’re hoarding the prettiest one in the room,” she said, her voice playful. “I’m Jade.”
Simone felt a flush creep up her neck. Two of them. A couple. They were both so… vivid. So assured. Kate’s dominant energy was a quiet, steady pressure, while Jade’s playful confidence was a bright flame. They were looking at her, at *her*—a fifty-four-year-old woman who felt every one of her years and curves acutely in that moment.
“We have a private booth in the back,” Kate murmured, leaning closer. Her breath was warm against Simone’s ear. “Quieter. Where we can… talk. No expectations. Just conversation.”
Jade’s blue eyes sparkled. “We’re very good at conversation.”
The obstacle was immense: her own lifetime of conditioning, the ghost of her wedding ring on her finger, the sheer audacity of what they were suggesting. But the tension that had been coiling in her belly since she walked in tightened another delicious notch. It wasn’t fear. It was anticipation, raw and shocking.
Kate’s hand finally released hers, only to come to rest on the small of her back, a guiding, possessive touch. “Come on,” she said, the words not a question but a gentle command.
And Simone, her pulse roaring in her ears, took a step forward, letting them lead her deeper into the shimmering dark.
Chapter 2
The U-shaped booth was a plush, dark island in the sea of bodies. Simone was tucked between them, Kate’s solid heat on her left, Jade’s vibrant energy on her right. The air felt charged and private.
“So, Simone,” Jade began, her voice a playful murmur. “What brought a beautiful woman like you through the velvet door tonight?”
Simone swallowed, the confession tumbling out. “It was supposed to be a girls’ night. My book club friends… they’re out there somewhere in the crowd.” She felt a flush creep up her neck. “I’m married. I’ve never… I mean, never been with a woman before.”
Kate’s low chuckle vibrated against her shoulder. “But you’re here now.” Her lips brushed the shell of Simone’s ear, her whisper a dark, delicious promise. “And before the night is done, Jade is going to taste that pretty, waxed pussy of yours while I watch. Then I’m going to lay you back and show you what my tongue can do. We’ll have you begging, darling.”
Simone’s breath hitched, a sharp, wanting sound. As Kate spoke, Jade’s hand found the hem of Simone’s dress. Her fingers, tracing the intricate lace edge, slipped beneath to skim the hot, smooth skin of her outer thigh.
“Look,” Kate said softly, her gaze directed across the club. She guided Simone’s chin with a finger. “Over by the pillar. Isn’t that one of yours?”
Simone followed her gaze. Through the shifting lights, she saw Margaret, one of her most reserved book club friends, pressed against a stone column. A tall, masculine butch woman had her pinned there, her hand working rhythmically under the fabric of Margaret’s skirt. Margaret’s head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy.
“Oh, my God,” Simone breathed, equal parts shock and arousal flooding her system.
Kate’s smile was triumphant. “Now I know why your friends wanted to come here.” She turned back to Simone, her dark eyes locking onto hers. “But they’re just playing at fantasy. You, sweetheart, are about to live one.”
Jade’s exploring fingers crept higher, teasing the sensitive skin where thigh met hip, just a whisper away from the silk of Simone’s panties. “Do you want to live it with us, Simone?” Jade asked, her blue eyes serious and intense. “Tell us yes.”
Trapped between their warm, insistent bodies and the explicit vision of her friend’s abandon, Simone felt the last of her resistance melt. The word was a sigh, a surrender. “Yes.”
Chapter 3
Jade’s finger traced a maddeningly slow circle on Simone’s inner thigh. The silky barrier of her panties was the only thing separating that teasing touch from the soaked, aching heart of her. Simone let her legs fall open wider, an invitation as clear as any words.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Kate murmured, her lips still a breath away from Simone’s. Her dark eyes held Simone’s gaze, a silent command to look past her shoulder.
Simone’s gaze drifted across the club again. This time, she saw Evelyn. Sweet, conservative Evelyn from her book club, the one who always brought herbal tea. She was leaning against the bar, her body arched, while a woman with a shock of pink hair and a pierced lip—a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty-five—had her hand brazenly cupping Evelyn’s breast through her blouse. Evelyn’s eyes were closed, her mouth parted in a silent, surrendering sigh.
“Jesus,” Simone breathed out, the shock a hot wire straight to her core.
Kate’s hand cupped her jaw, turning Simone’s face back to her. “Eyes on me,” she commanded, her voice a low thrum. “This is your fantasy now. Not theirs.”
In that moment, the last gossamer thread of Simone’s resistance snapped. She wasn’t watching a fantasy anymore; she was living inside one. Her hands came up to frame Kate’s face, and she closed the distance between them, sealing their mouths together.
The kiss was deep and searching from the start. Kate’s lips were full and demanding, and Simone met her with a hunger that surprised them both. Their tongues tangled, a sensual dance of exploration and possession. Kate tasted of mint and whiskey, and Simone drank her in, a low moan vibrating in her throat. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Simone’s world had tilted irrevocably.
“If I’m in for a penny,” Simone panted, her green eyes gleaming with newfound daring, “I’m in for a pound.”
Jade’s laugh was a delighted, husky sound. “Music to my ears.” Her finger finally slipped beneath the lace edge of Simone’s panties, tracing through the slick, eager heat she found there. “Oh, Kate. She’s absolutely drenched.”
Kate’s predatory smile returned. She leaned in, her lips brushing Simone’s ear. “Jade is going to taste you now. And you’re going to watch me while she does.”
Before Simone could process the command, Jade was sliding gracefully from the booth and kneeling on the plush floor between her spread thighs. Kate guided Simone to lean back, one strong arm supporting her, while her other hand began to slowly unbutton Simone’s blouse.
“Look at me, Simone,” Kate ordered, her gaze intense. “Don’t close your eyes.”
Jade’s hands hooked into the sides of Simone’s panties. “Lift your hips for me, beautiful.” Her voice was gentle but firm.
Simone obeyed, trembling as Jade drew the soaked silk down her legs and discarded them. The cool air of the club kissed her exposed skin, a contrast to the burning heat between her legs. Then she felt it—the first, soft press of Jade’s mouth against her inner thigh, a kiss that moved agonizingly slowly upwards.
“That’s it,” Kate whispered, her own breath becoming uneven as she watched. Her thumb stroked Simone’s cheek. “She’s going to make you feel so good.”
Jade’s tongue finally made contact, a long, slow, flat stroke through Simone’s drenched folds. Simone cried out, her hips bucking off the seat. Kate’s grip tightened, holding her in place.
“More,” Simone begged, the word torn from her. She was putty in their hands, her body singing with a need she had never known. “Please, Jade… more.”
Chapter 4
Jade’s tongue was an instrument of pure revelation. It danced over Simone’s slick, swollen flesh, tracing the outer lips before flicking against her throbbing clit with practiced, relentless precision. The world narrowed to that point of contact, a white-hot star of sensation.
“Do you like Jade’s tongue in your pussy, baby?” Kate’s whisper was a dark caress against Simone’s ear, a stark counterpoint to the wet, hungry sounds rising from between her thighs. “Tell me.”
Simone could only moan, a broken, wanting sound that was swallowed by the club’s persistent thrum. She arched her back, her hands scrambling for purchase on the cool leather of the booth.
Then Kate’s hands were on her. Her strong, dark palms covered Simone’s full, pale breasts, the color contrast a visceral shock of beauty that cut through the haze of her pleasure.
“Oh,” Simone gasped, her eyes flying open to meet Kate’s intense gaze. “Look at your hands on me. It’s… God, it’s so beautiful.”
A slow, possessive smile spread across Kate’s lips. “It is,” she agreed, her voice thick. “All of you is.” Her thumbs found Simone’s nipples, already hard and aching. She began to roll them, a firm, deliberate pressure that sent fresh jolts of need straight to Simone’s core. Then she pinched, a sharp, delicious bite that made Simone cry out. She pulled, elongating the sensitive flesh, the sweet pain a perfect counterpoint to Jade’s relentless, softening rhythm.
“She’s close, Kate,” Jade murmured, her breath hot against Simone’s soaked skin. “I can feel her shaking.”
“Let go, Simone,” Kate commanded, her voice dropping to a growl as she continued to roll and pinch. “Come for us. Let Jade taste you.”
It was the permission she needed. The dual assault—Kate’s commanding hands on her breasts, Jade’s devouring mouth between her legs—shattered the last of her control. A tidal wave of sensation gathered deep within her, coiled tight by weeks of lonely fantasy and years of quiet yearning.
“I’m… I’m coming!” Simone screamed, the words torn from her.
Her body bowed off the seat. Her thighs clamped around Jade’s head, her legs shaking violently as the orgasm erupted through her, wave after blinding wave of pure, convulsing release. Jade moaned against her, drinking her in, her tongue gentling to lap softly as Simone shuddered and gasped, her cries echoing in their private, velvet-dark world.
Slowly, gently, Jade kissed her inner thigh and rested her cheek there. Simone slumped back, utterly spent, her chest heaving. Kate released her breasts, her dark hands now soothing, stroking the flushed skin.
“Beautiful,” Kate whispered again, kissing Simone’s sweat-damp temple. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Chapter 5
Her body still thrumming with aftershocks, Simone’s head lolled to the side. Through the haze, she saw Margaret. Her friend was no longer being taken; she was now the one giving, her face buried with abandon between the butch woman’s muscular thighs, her hands gripping tight hips as she feasted. The sight was a bolt of pure, electric lust straight to Simone’s core.
“My God,” she whispered, her voice raw.
“Yours is next, beautiful,” Jade murmured, her voice vibrating against Simone’s inner thigh. Then her hands were pushing Simone’s thighs apart even wider, spreading her open. “Let me back in.”
Jade’s tongue delved deep, not with the teasing flicks from before, but with a purposeful, penetrating rhythm that sought and found her most sensitive internal spots. Simone cried out, her back arching again, a fresh wave of slick heat coating Jade’s chin.
“That’s it, take it,” Kate commanded above her. She moved with a powerful Jade, swinging one thick thigh over Simone’s chest, positioning herself above Simone’s face. The world narrowed to the stunning, intimate vista before her: Kate’s waxed pussy, glistening and full, the dark, beautiful lips parted just inches from Simone’s mouth. The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled Simone’s senses.
“Look at it, Simone,” Kate said, her voice a dark, thrilling command. She lowered herself slowly, her hands braced on the booth’s headrest. “Taste me now.”
Simone’s last thread of hesitation snapped. “Kate,” she breathed, her green eyes wide with reverence and hunger. “Your black pussy is so beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”
She lifted her head, meeting Kate’s descent, and her tongue swept out in a long, searching stroke. Kate’s taste was richer, deeper than she could have imagined, a complex flavor that made Simone moan against her. Kate gasped, her hips giving a small, reflexive jerk.
“Yes, just like that,” Kate groaned, her composure cracking.
Simone dove in, emboldened, her tongue tracing Kate’s swollen lips before finding the hard nub of her clit. She suckled gently, then laved it with firm, flat strokes, mimicking what had driven her wild. Below, Jade’s tongue fucked into her with renewed fervor, the dual sensations making Simone writhe, suspended in a raw, mutual exchange.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Kate panted, her thighs beginning to tremble on either side of Simone’s head. “Don’t stop. Jade, make her come again. I want to feel her scream against my pussy.”
Jade’s answer was a deep, hungry moan, her fingers joining her tongue, curling inside Simone with perfect, devastating pressure. Simone was so full—full of taste, full of touch, full of a screaming, building need. She sucked Kate’s clit harder, her own hips grinding helplessly against Jade’s face, trembling violently between them as the climb began again, steeper and more desperate than before.
Chapter 6
“Your tongue is so fucking talented, Simone,” Kate groaned, her voice a raw, ragged thing as she ground herself against Simone’s mouth. “You’re a natural.”
Simone could only moan in response, her world reduced to the taste and feel of Kate. She loved this—the powerful, intoxicating aroma of Kate’s pussy, the silken texture of her waxed skin, the way her swollen lips yielded to Simone’s hungry strokes. She was drunk on it, licking and sucking with a fervor she never knew she possessed.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Don’t stop.”
Below, Jade shifted. Her touch left Simone’s core, and Simone whimpered at the loss, until she felt Jade’s body settle over her own. Jade’s wet heat met Simone’s, and she began to rock, rubbing their pusses together in a slow, slippery slide.
“Oh!” Simone cried out, the sensation entirely new and overwhelmingly good. It was a shared, intimate friction, a delicious grind that sent fresh sparks shooting through her oversensitive nerves.
Jade’s lips found Simone’s ear. “Feel us, Dani? We’re so wet together. You’re making her so wet.”
The dual stimulation was driving Kate wild. Her thighs clamped around Simone’s head, her hips moving in frantic, short circles. “Jade… I’m so close. Fuck, I’m gonna…”
Kate’s words dissolved into a guttural cry. Her body went rigid, then shattered. A hot, sweet rush flooded Simone’s mouth and spilled over her cheeks and chin as Kate climaxed, her release painting Simone’s face. The scent was primal, the taste overwhelming.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” Kate chanted, her muscles trembling violently as she rode out the waves against Simone’s devoted tongue.
The feel of Kate coming undone above her, combined with Jade’s relentless, slick rubbing below, pushed Simone back to the edge. Her own orgasm gathered, a tight, screaming coil in her belly.
Jade felt it. “Come with her, Dani,” she panted, increasing the pressure of her grind. “Come with us right now.”
It was an order Simone couldn’t resist. The coil snapped. A second, profound climax tore through her, wracking her body with silent, breathless tremors as she drank in Kate’s ecstasy and moved helplessly against Jade.
Kate finally stilled, collapsing to the side with a shuddering sigh. She looked down at Simone’s glistening, marked face, her dark eyes soft with satiation. “Look at you,” she breathed, her thumb swiping through the wetness on Simone’s cheek. “Perfect.”
Jade slid off, curling into Simone’s side, placing a tender kiss on her shoulder. The three of them lay tangled in the dim booth, hearts pounding a slowing rhythm, the sounds of the club a distant murmur. In the quiet, heavy aftermath, Simone felt a profound sense of peace, and a thrilling, newfound power.
Chapter 7
The quiet was a cocoon, broken only by their slowing breaths. Simone lay nestled between Kate and Jade, their warm skin her only reality. It was then she saw Margaret approaching through the dim light, a new figure beside her.
Her friend’s lipstick was smeared, her blouse mis-buttoned. A tall, muscular woman with short-cropped hair stood behind her, a coiled leather leash held loosely in one hand. The other rested possessively on the collar fastened around Margaret’s neck.
“Dani,” Margaret said, her voice breathy. “If my husband calls you in the morning, tell him I stayed at your place, okay? I’m going home with Kim.”
Simone’s eyes flicked from the collar to Kim’s steady gaze, then back to Margaret’s flushed, unashamed face. A shiver ran through her, part shock, part understanding. She simply nodded. “Have fun.”
As they melted back into the shadows, the full weight of her own night crashed over her. The peace evaporated. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.
“Hey,” Kate murmured, sitting up beside her. “What’s going on in that head?”
Simone stared at her hands. “I just… I can’t believe what I’ve done. Not only did I cheat on my husband, Walter, but it was with… with two women. Two incredibly sexy lesbians.” She let out a shaky laugh. “My life is a cliché from a book I’d never dare to read.”
Jade reached over, her fingers gently tracing Simone’s spine. “Does it feel like a mistake?”
“No,” Simone said instantly, surprising herself. “That’s the terrifying part. It felt… right. More right than anything has in years.” She turned to look at Kate, at her beautiful, dark skin gleaming in the low light, a stark and thrilling contrast to her own. The confession tumbled out, low and rushed. “There’s something else. A secret I’ve never told anyone. I… I have this kink. For race play.”
The booth went still. Kate’s expression became unreadable. “Explain,” she said, her voice calm but edged with command.
Simone’s cheeks burned. “It’s not about… superiority or anything ugly. It’s the contrast. The taboo of it. The sheer visual and… visceral difference. The idea of a powerful Black woman wanting me, taking me. It’s all mixed up in my head with guilt and desire and it’s so fucking wrong and so fucking hot.” She covered her face. “God, I’ve never said that out loud.”
Kate’s hand, firm and warm, encircled Simone’s wrist, pulling her hand away. “Look at me.” Her dark eyes were intense, searching. “That taboo you’re carrying? That shame? That’s the fuel. I can work with that.”
Jade watched, her blue eyes bright with intrigue. “Kate’s very good at turning shame into pleasure.”
A slow, knowing smile spread across Kate’s full lips. “You think your secret is dark? It’s just honesty. And tonight, Simone, honesty gets rewarded.” She leaned in, her voice a velvet promise. “You’re going to come for me again. And this time, you’re going to thank me for the color of my skin while you do it.”
Chapter 8
Kate’s whisper, a low vibration against Simone’s ear, sent a fresh tremor through her. “You’ve been such a good girl for telling us your deepest fantasy,” she murmured, her lips brushing Simone’s skin. “That honesty deserves a reward.”
Simone’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to the praise. “A reward?”
“A private room,” Kate said, her dark eyes gleaming. “Somewhere we can explore these… ideas more intimately. Without an audience.” Her gaze flicked meaningfully around the lounge.
Jade, who had been listening with a rapt, hungry expression, leaned in. “I’ll be your willing participant,” she promised, her blue eyes locked on Simone. “And your most attentive audience.” She pressed a soft kiss to Simone’s shoulder. “I want to watch you learn.”
Kate stood, her powerful form a silhouette against the dim lights. She offered Simone her hand. It wasn’t a question. The command in her touch, the promise in Jade’s eyes, unraveled the last of Simone’s resistance. She took Kate’s hand and let herself be pulled to her feet.
They moved through the club, a small, intimate procession. Kate led, her grip firm, guiding Simone past swaying bodies and into a quieter, carpeted hallway lined with unmarked doors. She produced a key, unlocked one, and ushered Simone inside.
The room was a study in sensual contrast. The walls were a deep, blood red. One was entirely mirrored. A large, low platform bed dominated the space, draped in black silk. The lighting was a soft, golden hue, making Kate’s dark skin glow and Jade’s blonde hair shine like a halo.
Kate closed the door, and the last of the club’s music faded to a distant throb. The silence was profound, heavy with intention.
“Look at you,” Kate said, turning Simone to face the mirror. She stood behind her, a tall, muscular contrast to Simone’s softer, paler curves. Jade stood to the side, watching, her lips parted. “Look at this… difference. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To see my hands on your white skin?”
Simone could only nod, hypnotized by the image. Kate’s hands, so dark and strong, slid down Simone’s arms.
“Use your words, good girl,” Kate commanded softly.
“Yes,” Simone breathed. “It’s so… it’s so beautiful.”
“It’s fucking hot,” Jade corrected from her perch on the edge of the bed, her voice a husky whisper. “Tell her, Dani. Tell her what it does to you.”
Kate’s hands moved to the hem of Simone’s blouse, slowly lifting it. “Tell me while I take these off you,” she said, her voice a low thrum. “Tell me why the color of my skin makes your pussy so wet.”
The crude word, in Kate’s calm, dominant tone, shattered Simone’s last inhibition. As the blouse slipped away, followed by her bra, exposing her full breasts to the cool air and the mirror’s gaze, the truth poured out.
“Because it’s forbidden,” she gasped, watching Kate’s dark palms cup her pale breasts, the contrast stark and thrilling. “Because you’re so powerful, and you’re choosing me. It feels… dangerous. It feels like a sin I want to commit over and over.”
Kate’s thumbs circled her nipples, pulling a sharp moan from Simone’s throat. “Good,” she purred. “Now get on your knees.”
Chapter 9
The command was a physical shock, a direct line of pure, wanton electricity to Simone’s core. In the mirror, she saw her own eyes widen, her lips part in a silent gasp. Kate’s dark hands rested possessively on her pale shoulders.
“Yes,” Kate whispered, the word a velvet promise against Simone’s ear. “Get on your knees and worship my beautiful black pussy with your married white mouth and tongue. Please me like you know you want to. Let me own your white body. You will come to love my black pussy.”
Simone’s legs gave way, not from weakness, but from a surge of surrendering power. She sank to the plush carpet, her gaze fixed on Kate, who stood towering and magnificent before her. Jade shifted on the bed, a soft, eager sound escaping her lips.
Kate stepped forward, her leather-clad thighs framing Simone’s vision. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants and panties, and she pushed them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Simone’s breath caught. Kate was completely bare, waxed smooth, her skin a deep, gorgeous contrast to the pale blonde curls now revealed. The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled the air.
“Look at me,” Kate commanded, her voice thick with authority. “Look at what you’re going to taste.”
Simone obeyed, her green eyes drinking in the sight. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, the words reverent.
“Then show me,” Kate said, spreading her stance wider. “Worship me, Simone. Use that pretty mouth.”
A final thread of hesitation snapped. Simone leaned forward, her hands coming to rest on Kate’s powerful thighs. The heat radiating from Kate’s core was immense. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and let her tongue trace its first, slow, exploratory path.
A guttural moan rumbled from Kate’s chest. “That’s it. Just like that. Your soft, married tongue on my black skin… fuck, yes.”
Encouraged, Simone dove deeper, her kisses becoming open-mouthed and hungry. She licked and sucked, learning Kate’s folds, finding the hard, sensitive bud of her clit and circling it with frantic devotion. Kate’s taste was intoxicating, a dark, primal flavor that made Simone moan against her.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jade asked from the bed, her voice husky with arousal. “Tell her, Dani. Tell her how much you love her black pussy.”
Simone pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “I love it,” she panted, her eyes locked on Kate’s. “I love your taste. I love how powerful you feel. I want to make you come.”
“Then don’t stop,” Kate growled, her hands tangling in Simone’s brown hair, guiding her rhythm. “Make your white mouth useful. Make me come all over it.”
Simone cried out, the vulgar command sending a violent thrill through her. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue fucking Kate in quick, desperate strokes while she suckled her clit. Kate’s hips began to piston against her face, her thighs tightening around Simone’s head. The sounds were obscene, wet and slapping, mixed with Kate’s deepening groans and Jade’s whispered encouragements.
“You’re going to make her come, Dani,” Jade murmured. “I can see it. You’re such a good girl for her.”
Simone felt Kate’s body begin to quake, the inner muscles fluttering against her tongue. Kate’s grip on her hair became vise-like. “Now, Simone. Now!”
With a final, sobbing cry, Kate’s orgasm crashed over her. Simone drank her in, swallowing every pulse, every shudder, her own body convulsing with a sympathetic, desperate need as she felt Kate’s release coat her chin and throat.
Kate slumped slightly, her hands softening in Simone’s hair to gentle strokes. “Good girl,” she breathed, her voice ragged. “My very good, white girl.”
Exhausted and elated, Simone rested her forehead against Kate’s thigh, feeling owned, cherished, and utterly complete. Jade slid off the bed and joined them on the floor, her arms wrapping around Simone from behind, kissing her neck softly in shared celebration.