Motels, Muisc, and Avarice.

Author's note - The story is told from the point of view of Lana, and her internal monologue is written in italics. Perhaps Kait's POV will be a story for a later time!

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I and Kait had just finished up at a punk concert. It was exhilarating. Dancing with Kait to Avarice, live, was.. something else...

But we needed to pack back in the car, it would be many hours before we got back to our home city, and it was already late.

Kait has such a soothing voice yet she could so easily perform the punchy vocals of the band and a powerful husky voice that had made me, admittedly, a bit wet to listen to. Her voice could get so husky and gravelly if she wanted, so unlike her speaking voice.

She hopped in the car and I take a good look at her. Taller than me by about a foot, though her voice was so soft, her presence was as fierce as it was powerful and liable to take my mind wandering and make me start wishing I was a but more intimately familiar with her, or familiar at all.

We had met in a coffee shop about a week prior, and we had both brought up liking Avarice, and I had said that my friend had bailed, and I couldn't return the ticket.

She was a bit bold, and said she wouldn't mind going with me. I obliged, of course.

She was nowhere near as dressed up that day as she was today.

Her leather skirt look to be cut from an old leather jacket of dubious quality or origin, tailored and shaped, very messily yet durably, to complement her figure.

It was so gloriously ramshackle yet such a complimentary outfit. The top she was wearing seemed to be made out of various parts of tactical gear, stuff like cops and security guards used. That, blended with seemingly high quality corsets or bras or something. It was so interesting.

"Did she? Did she make it?" I wondered to myself. How did she think to create a piece of clothing like that, how did she find a scarf that matched it so well. It looked like all the parts had been discarded and worn, but it fit together so perfectly.

"How did she even get it all to put it together!?"

Curiosity getting the better of me, I asked her.

She said recently, she had been traveling through a former sundown town and found a less than enlightened store.

She said "I found all kinds of shit there, I found weird religious paraphernalia from Church of Crux's Evangelists, you know, the death cult branch? Apologia about those-not-so-brave civil warriors who fought to enslave their fellow countrymen, namely the Janin, and generally the most bigoted and racist objects you could hope to find."

She said

"I had spun a story to the old man behind the counter"

"Faddy worked as private security for Egenix but he got laid off when an unqualified Janin took his job. The country started going to shit with them being given positions they were undeserving of, positions pure men like my daddy were plenty qualified for!

At a stoplight, she looked into my eyes, putting on a sickeningly convincing Eastern drawl and pathetic pleading.

"He had to sell his rifles and tactical gear to make ends meet because of that stupid phutik!"

I was a bit taken aback by such a convincing impression, slur so easily rolling off her tongue like you'd hear from counter-protesters at a rights march, with perfect accent to boot, I almost forgot she is telling me a story about pulling the heartstrings of a slavery apologist to fork over stuff that she can wear to a punk show,

I steadied myself. Some proceeds of the show were going to local causes I knew we'd both seen a rather horrifying need for. She'd told me about being an organizer for a few causes, getting people registered to vote and notifying people about underhanded legislation.

She continued. "I've been looking for something to give to Daddy for his birthday, but I don't have enough money to buy him a neat vest or jacket... Then I gave him big o'l puppy eyes, makeup bringing out my eyes but not enough to tell I am wearing makeup. Deep easterners don't like it when young women wear makeup. I've heard its 'just when they start getting ugly'".

We both giggled at that, while we examined each others eye-wings and face glitter.

"So the old fuck gives me a black vest for strapping ammo and equipment too, and an old leather jacket with a Knights of the Pure Nail insignia embroidered on it, I reworked into a symbol for a more humanitarian cause... Now its a unions-heart!"

I could see it then, the way the old jacket had been cut to make that alluring leather skirt of hers...

"I got that stuff for 35.00 cass."

My jaw dropped.

"I've never seen a dealer part with stuff like that for less than 200.00 cass!" I screamed internally.

"She must have done a damn good job pulling his heartstrings!" I couldn't help but laugh a bit too heartily, as my face ended up a bit red and teary.

"Holy hell, it was almost unbelievable, and I envy her confidence. And her skill to make that into the outfit she's wearing now, making pieces from a more hateful time which still lingers into something more forward thinking.. and frankly, astonishingly attractive."

I really had to focus on driving but my thoughts continue to be full of wonder and lust.

Then she looked at me, and shuffled uncomfortably.

"Oh."

"Was I being too obvious? Was she not into women and she could see that I was?"

My mind began to race, and I grew nervous.

I looked at myself in a makeup mirror I had accidentally left on the dash, and realized I was tomato red, especially in my cheeks and chest, which was further drawn attention to by my boob window and my lack of a bra. I also realized that my nipples were visibly erect.

"Shit."

I clear my throat nervously, and we continue in silence for a bit.

"I'm sorry, but I think we should get a motel". Kait said, voice trembling.

"Was she choking up?"

"Are you alright, Kait?"

She spoke, "I have some medical problems and the lack of sleep is going to be worse than a bad hangover. I'm sorry"

She seemed to word that as ambiguously as possible, so I didn't pry. I speak up.

"I'll pay for the rooms, Kait, don't fret."

"Trying to be as fretless as Reggie's base..." she joked with a wry smile in an attempt at hiding a little bit of her discomfort. It did lighten the mood and get a chuckle out of me.

At a stoplight, I asked her if the medical problem was anything I should worry about, putting a hand upon her shoulder in reassurance.

She winced and took a ragged breath. Her shoulders, I realized, were feverish and red, despite the cold.

"I-I-Its n-not..." she shifted uncomfortably again and I had to look away to drive.

"All right. I trust you. You're the one who knows first aid and CPR though, so please don't hesitate to tell me if it's serious. I don't really know how to help. If it's serious, I care too much for you to be hurt. You're really passionate and cool."

The breaths she took sounded like they may be growing more ragged, but she was too quiet and the car was too noisy for me to tell for sure. We sat in uncomfortable silence till we pulled into a motel. I tried to distract myself from my anxiety by bringing up the weather.

"Kait look! It's snowing!" I said as I stepped to her door to open it.

I didn't expect what I saw. She was beet-red, shaking, and tears had ruined her eyeliner a little, though it could certainly be mistaken for an artistic choice easily. Her fists were clenched and pressed into her skirt, looking to be balled up to prevent them from shaking. Her back was rigid and hunched.

"Kait... can I help dear?"

Her eyes didn't acknowledge me, though her body seemed to react with a tremor at my words.

I thought for a moment. "If something is wrong medically, and she's having trouble communicating, I needed to think of something."

I couldn't blame her too much for not mentioning it earlier, she's held it together this long and I'd imagine whatever it is, it's embarrassing.

"Hmm... two noises for no, one for yes, okay?"

She made a slight noise, so I held her hand in mine.

Though she won't look at me, I still look at her. I looked into her eyes, hidden behind rose-tinted glasses, and into what looked to be fear hiding behind her eyes. I asked her to follow my lead on breathing exercises. She did, and calmed considerably.

I asked if she was ready to go inside. She nodded. I asked her if it was going to be a while before she could speak again. She nodded timidly.

"Here, let me take your backpack? It looks heavy."

It was as heavy as it was stylish and practical. I noticed a patch on it that said 'my backpack is heavy, because it is so damn full of mercy'. A reference to something that I didn't know about, but the yellow glasses at the center of the patch were a bit reminiscent of her own. Larger patches read: 'narcan inside'. 'First aid kit inside'. 'Ball your first, your heart is a muscle of that size'. All the pockets had been labeled with two symbols drawn onto reflective tape, making each strip unique.

"Was it like this so it could be quickly called out for people to retrieve things in certain pockets?"

I shifted to regain my balance from throwing it onto my back too fast, before starting up the sidewalk for the motel, aching feet wishing the concrete was grass and my shoes were in my bag. I held out my hand, which in spite of making Kait blush, she grabbed.

"Was she blushing from embarrassment, from something else, or a combination of..?"

"Damn it Lana! Stay focused, she needs you right now, and you don't even know if she likes girls! Why are you so horny!?"

"I'm glad we got here before the road iced over!" I said to the clerk, handing him my card and telling him that we needed two rooms for one night, walking with Kait in tow.

"I am sorry madams," He apologized. "There is only one room left, but it does have separate beds."

I looked over to Kait. Her body language looked calm, but her eyes and unmoving frame told me she was about to break.

"Did we risk driving for a while longer on roads surely to ice over soon? Was it better to just talk with Kait? Could we even talk? Is it okay for us to share a room?"

Her thousand yard stare was growing increasingly more distant as I questioned myself. I was getting nervous and frustrated.

"What happened, why can't she just talk!? She looks like she's reliving a fucking war!"

I took a deep and quiet breath, and I walked with her and sat us both down on the couch in the lobby.

"Kait, I'm never going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You can always raise your concerns or tell me no. I want you to feel comfortable. Would you feel better if I gave you a hu-."

Kait threw her arms around me and sobbed, her body shaking in our embrace. A bit of my guard fell. It was as warm as it was pained. Like an old dog waiting long for you to return, climbing up into your lap and pressing into you to tell you how much it missed you. I asked her if it was okay staying overnight in the same room. She made a single timid vocalization.

"What? What did she..? Oh, right, one for yes, two for no."

"Kait, can you say no for me? I want to make sure you can."

She made two soft grunts.

"Good girl." I responded. Seeming to prompt her body to give a slight shudder and she blushed a bit. I blushed when I realized what I had said.

"Noted... Good girl is probably a turn-on to her. I think that she does like girls after all..." I realized I said something that is turning us both on at possibly, a terrible time for us both. "AGH! This is continuing to get more awkward! Shit!"

"We'll take the room!" I say, my words momentarily silencing my frenetic thoughts.

I paid and he handed me back my card as well as a key card, and we walked back to room R01 hurriedly, me doing so as if to outrun my own nervousness. A little spaceship had been graffitied on the door, seemingly left there on purpose.

"I don't know whether that's cute or speaks to the dinginess. At least the place didn't look like it had bugs..."

I open the door, and we sat our things down in an admittedly clean room. We both headed to the bathroom and removed our makeup. I kicked her out to tinkle and relieved myself. After I stepped out, she went back in with her backpack, and came out with a spare change of clothes on and her hair tied up. We down in each bed, wordless. Kait pulled out a pen and pocket journal, and began to write after some time.

As she filled the page, I spoke, "What are you up to? A grunt will suffice if you ca-"

"Journaling," she said, surprising me. "It helps keep me grounded, and makes me feel better and a bit more stable."

I watched her pen move across the pages for a few minutes, before she flipped to a new page, and beckoned me over. I sat beside her, and watched her write a page in her journal, addressed to me.

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My sensory problems, for those concerned <3

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I have a sensory processing disorder. Too much stimulation: noise, emotion, touch, pain, heat, smell, cold, lights, noise, nausea, and sometimes even taste can eventually overstimulate me.

When I overstimulated, I lose function slowly. Ability to make eye contact, then my attention is harder to keep, then my body twitches, then I have longer delays between hearing and understanding what I hear, I begin to lose my balance, I begin to have delays between site and understanding what I see, I have trouble speaking, then walking, then eventually I can't walk or talk.

It used to be bad enough that I couldn't really go to public places, that only changed in the last 3 years or so.

My glasses are migraine lenses, that's why they're rose-tinted. Migraines are caused by overstimulation, though I don't get migraines, I figured that if migraines are caused by overstimulation, and I get overstimulated by bright lights, they might help. And I was right. I've got these headphones that wrap around as well, and they conduct sound through my face rather than the air. I can hear with them playing sounds, but if I take the silicone earbuds I have with me, I can both amplify their noise, and drown out noises around me.

If I want things to quiet down even more, I put in foam ear plugs meant for industrial machinery. Then I turn my phone into a remote listening device.

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I looked at her gear. "I thought they were just fashion choices. I wonder where she learned all that... I thought that the ear plugs on the carabiner she keeps on a necklace were just some sort of silly piece of jewelry. I had no idea!"

"I usually keep my hair tied up because if it touches my face that can bother me, I am also usually carrying a bandanna on me pretty much at all times, in case she I to block out light or scents."

"Good, she's talking again!" I think to myself relieved.

"Where did you learn to adapt to those problems?" I questioned, intrigued.

"A few of my friends with less severe symptoms did similar things, then I read blogs of people with similar issues. This is the solution that works best for me, so far anyway," She said to me, with a smile as playful as it was knowing.

"That's really fucking cool!" I paused, mouth, body, and mind, enjoying her smile, before speaking.

"But, why did you look so upset, it didn't look like it was just overstimulation?"

She grabbed my hand softly, and looked a bit pained. I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her gently into my shoulder, allowing her to cover her face.

"I-I... I-I've not been.. Int-intima- since..." She was doing her best not to cry, and failing. I'd heard stories like this a million times before, but it was always hard to figure out what to say. "Since I was... I-" I didn't want her to continue, knowing it never did me any good to relive those sorts of things, and I spoke up.

"Kait. You don't have to explain to me. It's okay."

At those words, I felt something poke against my thigh. Something soft, warm, and fuzzy. Kait looked down, mortified. I followed her gaze and saw her fuzzy pajama shorts... A bulge had formed in them, and twitched against me.

"I'm sorry!" Kait whimpered out before beginning to cry hysterically. "I should have told youIshoulsntbesocrespyandIdidntmeantobe-" Her words quickly devolved into unintelligible apologetic babble.

As her words all jumble together and her mind races, I think about the irony of me being aroused the entire fucking car ride and let out a chuckle before speaking.

"I figured you liked me!" I teased, excitement coloring my words a shade she seemed to appreciate.

Her face shifted to a look of shock, "You you knew I w-wa-was t-tr-tra-trans?"

"No, but I knew you were a girl who liked girls! Sorry chicky, but straight girls don't blush that much at their friends." I said flamboyantly checking my nails over, then leaning closer, "And they certainly don't tremble a little when you call them a good girl!

Her breathing was heavy and broken up by slight whimpers. Her face was bright red, and her body, as well as her womanhood, was twitching quite a bit. We met eyes, before she buried her face in her hands.

"This woman has made me achingly wet for her. I've never been with a trans gal before... maybe I would toni-" I stopped myself from that line of thought, "I don't know if she's ready."

I snapped back and froze when I heard her yell for me to stop.

"I d-d-don-dont kn-kn-know if I ca-can re-cipro-" She pleaded, before I cut her off.

I pulled her chin towards me, pointing her face to my neck and breasts before her eyes walked up to meet my own. I pulled off my necklace, and pressed a button on it revealing to her that it was in fact, a vibrator. Her eyes lit up as energetically as my vibrator buzzed. I blushed a deep crimson, her sparkling dewy eyes now gazing into mine.

"I-I can take care of myself, just relax. And Kait, please tell me if you want me to stop, or if you don't want to at all. I don't want to pressure you, especially since you seem a bit vulnerable."

The words were a bit painful coming from my mouth. I didn't want to show any restraint, I wanted her to fucking breed me. However, I wanted to make that beautiful woman smile and be comfortable and fill her with a sense of safety far more than I wanted her to fill me up in bed. She sat up with nervous anticipation.

I paused, rethinking my presumptions that this was going to be anything like the sex I was used to, before speaking up, "I'm getting ahead of myself."

"First. Safe word is orange. If you can't say orange, you can tap me twice. Can you say the safe word?"

"O-orange.." she shyly responded, rubbing the back of her elbow.

"Poor girl is already having trouble using her words!" I teased. "Now show me the safe word with your hands."

She tapped my thigh twice.

"Good girl!" I say before I pushed her, her figure limply falling over onto her back. She was shaking fairly hard now. I doubt she'd be able to speak much longer.

"Never seen a gal be so sensitive... was this because of the sensory issues?"

Her eyes were as dewy as the morning grass, clearly indicating to me quite a bit of vulnerability.

"I-it do-doesnt b-both-er y-ou I ha-" I cut her off, figuring out what she was likely feeling a bit insecure about before she could outright say it.

"No Kait. It doesn't bother me that-" I thought of what to say. I wasn't sure if she what kind of discomforts she had with certain words... "Such a beautiful flower is blooming, bursting... Erupting forth from between those soft and trembling thighs of yours. After all, it makes such a lovely centerpiece for the coiling bushes that surround it. There isn't a flower prettier in the gardens of Jesha, and I'd rather it belong to no other than yourself."

I blushed in embarrassment at such a saccharine thing to say, even if I was proud of the impromptu prose. Clearly though, she liked it, as she jolted violently- And painted my face.

"Did you just cum!?" I laughed and blushed even harder, as warmly as the fluid on my face felt, getting ready to reassure her.

"N-n-no... i-its ju-just p-p-p-pre..."

"Oh Gods above! She soaked me... that was just precum?" I wipe my face with a tissue from the bedside table and notice her journal on the floor. I pick it up and put it along with her pen, beside her.

"In case you need to communicate if we need to regroup or something" I said, squeezing her hand. She excitedly squeezed it back, seemingly turned on by my basic considerations.

"You are just about the subbiest gal I think I've ever met!" I say before planting a kiss on her cheek, and kissing her neck, causing her to let out something between a shriek, a moan, and a giggle.

She buried her sweet face into the pillow, doing her best to hide the blush that threatened to glow through the fabric if it got any brighter.

"I need her. I could feel my womanhood throbbing and getting wetter, needier. I want her so bad."

I ran my fingers slowly up her leg, feeling her every goose-bump and shiver under the tips of my fingers. I scooted up the bed toward her, placing myself between her legs, lying on my waist, and propping myself up with my arm. I stretched my free arm up to her tummy. I took my time kissing its softness and enjoying the mild salty and very mild marine taste of her sweat on my lips, deeply drinking in every frantic whimper and desperate whine for more than just my tender and languid kisses.

"Patience, love. I want to enjoy myself too."

I waited for her eyes to stop fluttering and rolling back so she could look into my own. When she did, she shyly nodded. I thought back to how funny it was, how she carries around this backpack with all this first aid stuff in it, how she is so confident and speaks her mind, towering above most people. Hardly anything bothers her out and about. Thinking back, she makes subtle changes to her equipment on the go, and she's utterly above so much bullshit from day to day. She never seems to give a single fuck about a single annoyance, ever.

"And here she is, unable to speak, paralyzed in submissive embarrassment."

I speak up to tease her, "I haven't even touched the most vivid display of your passions for me yet... Here you are, leaky and squirting like a broken faucet, all over me... Goodness, what a mess! Break down an emotional wall and a physical dam bursts huh?"

"Goodness, you are crying out so much from the teasing!" Her vocalizations responding to all, this tease no different, "Your cheeks look as warm and wet as those purdy lil thighs, almost as wet as you had made my face!" I watched her writhe and moan as she did her best to hide her face, "Almost hard to believe how desperate this poor thing in my arms is!"

I wondered how long it had been since she'd been this vulnerable. If she'd ever been this vulnerable with anyone... I walked my finger up her tummy and chest, gently grabbing her breast, causing her to lovingly embrace my arm. "How cute."

"Aw! Big hug for such a small lady! No way a girl like you is 6'3"! Here you are fitting in my hand!" She whined and kicked her feet weakly.

"I was getting good at this... Also, hot damn your legs feel powerful"

I kneaded the soft flesh of her breast, occasionally massaging the muscle beneath, and around her collarbone, which was complemented and defined beautifully by the warm light of the bedside lamp. I shimmied the arm propping me up, moving it beneath her and squeezing that cute butt of hers, prompting her to squeal gleefully.

I massage her, rolling her muscle fibers between my fingers and pressing my palms into places where muscles were joined with others or to bone, sending slow and shockingly strong tremors reverberating through her legs, occasionally causing her back to arch. At the highest arch yet, I kissed her thighs and gave her nipple a squeeze. She yelled a lot louder than I expected. The air now left without quiet from her trembling cries and moans.

"You okay Kait?"

She babbled a bunch of adorable nonsense, a series of guttural and lighter barely formed syllables that were betraying her lack of control, as her words and meringue-light voice slipped into something a bit more unrefined and unpracticed, almost primal. "Gods what a mess she was."

She was losing herself to me. "I feel like I'm burning up!"

"Tap me if you're okay." She squeezed my hand once. "Was that a yes?" I questioned, before she squeezed my hand again. I took that as a yes, I lowering my face back down. I blew gently across her thighs and- I thought to make a rather bold assumption, hoping to get a rise out of her.

"Do you like the warm air teasing where your pussy is going to be one day?"

I took her unrestrained scream as a resounding yes, chuckled "We'll get a noise complaint if you keep that up~" I thought for a moment. "You've gotta pipe down, even if it means I gotta shove my tongue down your hot and noisy little throat~" I said with a sly grin, pleased with my skilled flirtation and her reaction to it.

Her eyes pierced me as they fell deep into mine. She did her best to quell the incoming yelp in her throat, and shakily put a corner of a pillow into her mouth, clearly a bit embarrassed, and perhaps turned on by a little bit of exhibitionism with her being so vocal at the full motel we were staying in.

"Rather be stuffed than show any restraint? Hmm? How cute!"

She tearfully nodded, a muffled affirmation gracing my reddening ears. I ran my hand across her breasts, occasionally groping, occasionally glancing her nipple with palm or nail, coaxing forth sweet yelps and yearning shudders each time. I drank in every move and tremor, all the while I kissed her thighs. The volume of her voice seem to correlate with how far up her thigh I went.

I tried to use her thighs and nipple to play the first few notes of a song we saw live today, and I was successful in amusing myself. She noticed what I had been up to, and began to giggle and make silly babbling noises in place of the words that had long since left her.

"You silly girl! I can play you like a bass! Are you a lady, or a plaything!?"

I tickled her and kissed her tummy some, causing her to erupt and adorable giggles as tears fell down her cheeks. When she calmed, I continued with her nipples and thighs as I was previously. The minutes passed as she grew more desperate, bucking her hips into the air more and more.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her up to me, her eyes widening with anticipation and curiosity about what I was about to do next. I kiss between her legs, using my hands to massage her thighs and tease her lady bits, running my finger along the underside from base to tip which seemed to really get her going. With each stroke and kiss she seemed to be losing pieces of her mind. I shattered it, piece by piece, like broken glass and a hammer.

"Nothing between those pretty ears, huh baby?"

She barely registered what I said, or at least seemed to be too blissful to acknowledge. Maybe a little too blissful, because she was squeezing me a bit too hard when the pangs of pleasure hitting her manifested outwardly and traveled up her spine and down her legs. She was trembling and rigid now, her back began to arch, and a low growl began to fill her chest. "Was she about to-?"

"No baby!" I gently admonished.

"I am going to draw this out. This is too cute."

I placed her lower half back down as a bit of lucidity crawled back, which seemed to have the sole focus of bucking and thrusting for a much needed release. She was so pent up, and I could feel myself relating more than I would like.

She whined at the orgasm I just stole from her grasp. Maybe it was selfish, but I needed her too. I know I said I could take care of myself, but my deep wellspring of needy and burning desperation was slowly pouring out of me, soaking my panties. I got up in a feverishly swift motion, slung them off, and straddled her legs.

"I want her."

I placed my vibrator between both of our soaked womanhoods. "Please Kait. I'm on the pill and you are probably not very fertile, but that's not why I'm asking- BEGGING you. Please, don't cum until I'm ready for you to. Please." I said, unable to control the shaking in my voice.

She nodded as best as her unsteady and trembling form could. I took it as 'I'll try my best' because an oath sealed in blood on a businessman's contract paled in comparison to the seriousness of the endless bliss rising within her. I turned the vibrator on, and we both yelped. I desperately grind into it, pushing it into her in turn.

"Gods dammit! I care about you. I need you. I want you. You're so fucking pretty and hot and..."

I could see her writhing and her face twisting, desperately fighting the ocean of an orgasm welling up from deep within her, threatening to spill over her like a tidal wave. She wouldn't be able to fight it much longer.

"I'm almost there!" I call out, rocking with as much intensity as she did at the concert.

I feel the first sensations of an orgasm begin in my lowers. "I am almost fucking there!" I yelled.

My rosebud was dancing against the vibrator thrown between it and her fully bloomed length like myself in a moshpit. "Gods damn it! I was about to-" "Oh please let me-!"

I felt a shift. I grimaced and clenched my teeth, roaring out.

Her back arched, she screamed. I felt my orgasm slip away by a hair's breadth as she fell into her own. She couldn't hold back anymore. She painted me. Her warm spunk flowing out of her in shuddered pulses, coating my tummy and aching breasts. I grab my nipples and squeeze as hard as I could, desperate to finish but I fall just short of my prize!

"Dammit!"

I was so desperate, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "I want her! I want to cum!" Kait then looked at me with a spark of determination in her bliss-broken mind, as if she read my mind. Thinking at all looked hard for her at the moment, this seemed a miracle. A miracle I would be taking full advantage of. She did her best to grab my waist, surprising me even further.

"Did... She wants me to ride her!?" I try to think, but my mind is barely working so close to edge. "I don't know, I don't have time to think! Fuck it! I'm too close and desperate to think!"

I follow her lead. On an edge I am desperate to be pushed off of. I bounce on her while she responds in kind as strong as her weakened form can with thrusts deep into me, I didn't think she'd have the strength to thrust, or move it all. Her length was perfect, rubbing right against my g-spot, shooting pulse of pleasure and pang of ecstacy though my form.

"Oh gods!" I yelled, trailing into a groan. "She was going to bring me over the edge!" I could feel my legs clenching and shaking... "FUCK!"

I broke.

I felt myself melt into her harder than the world melted around me. I twitched and shook, gripping her around me and cumming so hard it was a frankly embarrassing display, I yelped out, the concept of others beyond our walls escaping me as I tried not to lose my balance and fall off of her as my head spun and warmth filled me. I began to lurch forth and lay atop her to catch my breath and bask in out warmth and ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

Then I heard her speak. "K-e-e-p goi-..."

I smirked with what little lucidity I had. I had no idea how she had the energy to even say that. I didn't know if I had the energy to do so.

"But I would do my damnest..."

I did do my damndest. I did my best to ride her, the vibrator still on and torturing my clit when I'd fully lower. "I couldn't turn it off, not yet. I could barely think. There wasn't time!"

Suddenly her back arched again, her bun came loose, and she looked at me as though she were being flung across the stars, fallen hair further selling this notion. She looked at me as though I was the only one who could catch her when she was to crash back down from being so high above it all. I smiled, face broken with my own bliss, and squeezed her nipple with my free hand. She came, came down, and crashed into me. She writhed violently, and her eyes rolled back, lids flitting wildly. I felt her painting my walls.. Her warmth felt so good filling me, and her love spilling into me. It dawned on me-

"She just came twice."

Coming back down, I noticed she was deathly quiet and still, and her eyes were half open and not responsive.

"Oh gods. Did I hurt her!?" I looked at her, nerves rising. "Oh hells below!" I spoke.

"Kait! Are you okay!?" I asked, turning the vibrator which did its best to steal my words, off. "Kait?"

She shifted slightly, arm slowly crawling towards me, before gently squeezing my hand. I smiled, relieved. "Thank the gods below and hells above. She was just tired."

"Holy hell."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath, "She was just tired."

I let the my anxiety roll off of me as easily as rivulets of sweat, I watched her chest gently rise and fall as I allowed the tension in my muscles to release. Her hair draped off her pillow in as care-free a manner as she herself was. She looked... "Oh so peaceful..."

I guided us both into a spooning position, her still inside me, and I pulled the lamp cord to put us in the dark. Neither of us could sleep like this in all likelihood, but we both needed at least, a nap.

"Goodnight Kait."

Her length twitched as if to say good night.

"Hot."