Page 124 of Deliverance

“I just want you.”

A soft smile spreads across her face.

“I want you, too. Be a good girl and go lay down for me.”

A part of me wants to refuse. I want to hold on to this grudge a little longer, but when Maggie sneaks her hand beneath my skirt, grinding the heel of her hand against my clit, I’m a goner.

“Now,” she emphasizes, sending a thrill running through me like lightning.

I love when she gets all bossy and demanding.

Laying down on her bed, Maggie prowls over to me, her eyes raking over my body before she pulls off my heels, tossing them to the side. Then her hands move to my shirt, easily pulling it up and over my head, my nipples hardening at the shift in the air, because if I didn’t wear panties, why the fuck would I wear a bra? There is no mistake, I came here to get fucked by the woman I’m in love with, and based on the look in her eye, she seems more than ready to deliver.

Maggie leans over, sucking my nipple into her mouth as her tongue swirls around it, releasing me with a wet pop that has my pussy clenching. She smirks at me as her fingers trail down my bare stomach before stopping at my skirt. Slipping it down my legs, she tosses the material to the side before looking down at me.

“Better, much better.”

Her eyes are drenched in heat, her face full of want. I’m practically shaking with need for her, and all I want is to feel her. In me, on me. However, I can have her. She seems to have other plans, though.

Moving to the side of the room, she grabs a red pillar candle from the dresser and a lighter. I tilt my head curiously as she watches for my reaction, tipping the candle to show me the top. The wick is going through the hollow part of the letter B. It doesn’t look the same, but it reminds me of the first candle she made for me. The one she smashed to pieces when I broke us. God. I wish I could take that night back more than anything. There is so much lost time between us, so many hurt feelings.

I suppose none of it matters. In the end, I have her and she has me.

“It’s beautiful,” I say.

Maggie shrugs. “It’s actually one of the most basic designs I’ve ever done, but I appreciate you lying. Thankfully, this candle isn’t made for looks.”

“No?” I question.

She shakes her head, lighting the wick and watching as the B slowly melts into a small pool of wax.

“It’s for play.”

I’m confused for a moment, but understanding catches up real quick when Maggie tips the candle, dripping a small trail of wax against my stomach.

“Ow! Fuck! What the hell, Maggie?”

“Stay still,” she commands, swirling the candle to let more wax melt before she does another drip, this time running in between my breasts.

I grit my teeth at the sharp burn before it fades into a feeling entirely its own.

“Good girl. Deep breaths. Just relax,” Maggie says before slipping her fingers inside me.

I gasp at the intrusion before she shushes me once more.

“Shh, quiet, baby B. Be a good girl for mommy.”

My pussy pulses around Maggie’s fingers and she smirks before curling them up, rubbing against my g-spot.

“Fuck!” I grind out, bucking my hips into her.

I need more than what she’s giving me currently. She’s just teasing me, toying with me and I’m getting fucking impatient.

Languidly, Maggie pumps her fingers in and out of me, smiling maniacally as I squirm.

Another burn hits my skin, searing my hip as I groan. My pain blends to pleasure in an instant, and somehow, I’m desperate for the next drip.

“Ooops, sorry.” Maggie smirks.