Page 52 of Semantics

“I don’t need any,” she said as she stood.

“Fuck, Violet.” Stella moved into her then and pressed her into the wall by Violet’s bed. “Is this your favorite toy? Do you fuck yourself with it?”

“Yes, and yes,” she answered as Stella tapped her thighs, indicating that Violet should spread her legs. “And I want it a different way,” she added, finding the courage to say it out loud.

“Tell me.”

“From behind. I want my hands pressed to the wall and you behind me.”

Stella took a step back, and Violet thought she might say something, but when she didn’t, Violet turned around and pressed her palms to the wall. She stuck her ass out a little and felt Stella lift the skirt that she was still wearing. Stella’s hands ran over her ass then, making Violet gasp.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Stella asked.

“Yes.” Violet pressed her forehead against the wall in front of her. “I’ve just never done it before.”

“Which part?” Stella asked.

“In this position. I’ve had strap-on sex before, Stella.”

“I figured, considering you had the whole setup in your drawer there, Violet. I was looking for a little clarification. Is that a problem?”

“The problem is that you’re talking. I don’t want talking. I want you to fuck me.”

“Say that again,” Stella told her, and Violet felt the dildo between her legs, gathering wetness.

“I want you to fuck–”

Stella pushed inside her. No preamble. No slowly moving inside to allow Violet to stretch for her. And Violet loved it. She’d never had sex with real passion like this before, and it was amazing. Passion. Heat. No feelings. No consequences. Stella pulled out a bit before she pushed back in and gripped Violet’s hips hard, moving her along with the movement of Stella’s hips.

“Are you ready?” Stella asked.

“God. Stella, just–”

Stella’s thrusts came in earnest then. Over and over, she pushed into Violet and pulled out just enough, moving their bodies together like she’d done this a million times. And for all Violet knew, she had. They hadn’t exactly talked about the things they’d done in bed and the things they hadn’t. Did she need a safe word? Violet should’ve thought of that before she asked Stella to fuck her repeatedly tonight.

“God! Yes!”

Violet came hard, with her forehead pressed against the wall, yelling her pleasure into it without even thinking about the fact that on the other side of the wall was the hallway that her friends could be walking down to get to their own bedrooms at any minute. Hell, maybe they were already home, and she just couldn’t hear them over her own yelling.

Stella continued to move inside her, but she slowed until she stopped altogether. She didn’t pull out, though. She leaned forward and kissed Violet’s bare back as she reached a hand around Violet to grab a breast. The other hand appeared and held on to the other one. Violet had only just started getting her breathing under control when Stella began moving inside her again, slower this time, but still just as deep.

“Okay?” Stella asked as she massaged Violet’s breasts.

“Yes,” she managed out.

“Sometimes, when I come really hard,” Stella began and continued to push inside and pull out, using her hips to guide the dildo inside Violet. “I need to come down fully with another orgasm that might… be less intense, but still just as good.”

“Are you…” Violet went to turn her head, but Stella bit down just below her shoulder blade. “Oh, fuck.”

“I’m going to come, yes,” Stella said. “Can I?”

“Yes,” Violet replied.

She wished they were in a different position now because she wanted to watch Stella come, but she could do that later. If Stella wanted it like this, she’d give it to her. It didn’t take long. Violet was ready again within minutes, and Stella, it appeared, was as well.