Free When All Else Fails by J. M. Dabney Page A

She spread her legs farther apart, her ass burned from her lover’s spanking. Andrea leaned over her, and she moaned at the slight pain when the front of her lover’s jeans grazed the raw, abused skin, but her nipples hardened further. She writhed, tugging at the fabric binding her wrists. “Andrea, please.”
    “You’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”
    “You.”
    “No, tell me what you want.”
    She’d never heard that particular tone from her friend and lover before tonight. Commanding and in complete control. “Touch me.”
    “Where? Tell me what you want. Don’t be shy with me.” The growly rasp of Andrea’s voice made her clench, and wetness flowed down her thighs, tickling her skin. She shifted, squeezing her legs together, trying to relieve the ache.
    “Touch my pussy, lips, tongue, fingers…I don’t care. I need to come.” Her eyes burned with tears of need. She’d never wanted or needed something or someone so much.
    Andrea’s mouth opened on her nape, the sharp edge of teeth stroked down the shallow valley of her spine. Her woman nipped at the small of her back and then she let out a shaky sigh. Warm breath fanned her swollen pussy. She yelped at sharp bites to her ass that sent ecstasy burning through her veins.
    “Easy, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but first….” Fabric rustled, followed by the sound of leather through a brass buckle and then the hiss of a zipper.
    She peered over her shoulder. Andrea knelt behind her, her lean form bare. Leaning in, her lover licked her pussy. She lost her mind. Warm, wet lips wrapped around her clit—no tease, no buildup, just a full-on assault.
    Her hips slammed backward, her body bowing as she lifted onto her toes. The pleasure was too much; she let out high keening cries. Andrea licked and sucked, popping on and off her painfully sensitive clit. Long, slender fingers kneaded her cheeks, thumbs circling her clasping opening, thrusting and spreading her apart.
    “Andrea…fuck, too much. Oh God! I’m gonna…. No!” She wavered on the cusp of going over. But, then, her lover stopped, the loss of contact a shock to her system.
    Her shaking hips jerked, forcing her to regain the contact of mere seconds before. Her nails dug into her palms.
    “Not so quick, baby,” Andrea crooned. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
    In some part of her barely functioning brain, she sensed Andrea rise to her feet. Her flat tummy pressed to her ass.
    “Yes!” Those strong, awe-inspiring fingers stroked along her slit, dipping inside. She wanted faster, harder, she wanted to come, but Andrea kept up the gentle, frustrating rhythm. She rolled her hips, rubbed against the hand teasing her. The tightening low in her belly built in a slow, agonizing pace toward release.
    The fingers not working her clit with feather-light touches moved to untie the strip of cloth binding her arms. The pressure around her wrists eased. She straightened, and Andrea’s arms circled her. Strong hands cupped her breasts and tugged at hard nipples, twisting and plucking, and she rubbed against Andrea. Turning her head with her eyes closed, she blindly searched for her lover’s lips. A desperate kiss followed, a frenzied tangle of tongues with no subtlety. She couldn’t get close enough.
    The kiss broke and Eva opened her eyes. Andrea crouched down and picked something up. Her stomach muscles tightened, a tingle grew when Andrea slipped a leather harness between her thighs and secured leather straps through buckles resting on her hips.
    She reached out to touch Andrea. She needed to stroke every inch of skin she could reach. She leaned in, sucking at hard, tiny nipples, grazing them with her teeth. Eva dragged her own aching nipples across her woman’s flat stomach.
    Overcome with lust, but still nervous, she pulled back far enough to study Andrea. The small smile the taller woman bestowed on her eased her nerves a little, and Andrea led her to the other side of the