Zoey stared at Harriet, utterly bewildered. Harriet knelt between her thighs, holding a strap-on and a condom, watching Zoey's reaction with an amused smile. Zoey blinked, her mind racing to process Harriet's unexpected suggestion.
"Wait... what?" she managed, still stunned.
Harriet laughed softly, tilting her head. "I just thought, you know, maybe we could try these? No pressure, though," she added with a shrug, her eyes bright with amusement.
Zoey's face flushed as she stared at the length of the strap-on. "It's not that I don't know what it is, but..." She gulped, her gaze flicking back to Harriet. "It's definitely not the size of your fingers!"
Harriet burst into laughter, eyes crinkling with delight as she doubled over. "Zoey, are you serious?" she managed between laughs. "Is that why you're looking at me like I'm a maniac?"
Zoey squinted at her, sitting up. "What else am I supposed to ask? Andâwait, please tell me you haven't used that on yourself?"
Harriet dissolved into laughter again, her face flushed as she lay back on the mattress, gasping. "No, I haven't!" she said, still chuckling. "I literally just bought it out of curiosity. Thought maybe we'd give it a try... but you're priceless."
Zoey avoided Harriet's gaze, clearly flustered. "It's not that I'm against it, but... don't they come in smaller sizes?" she muttered, cheeks red.
Harriet covered her mouth to stifle another laugh. "Oh, Zoey, I just can't with you and that mouth of yours," she teased, shaking her head as her laughter softened.
Zoey crossed her arms, looking at Harriet with a mix of apprehension and determination. "Won't that... hurt?"
Harriet cleared her throat, meeting Zoey's gaze. "Honestly? I don't know, sweetheart. Like I said, I've never used one of these before either. It's my first time too," she admitted, tilting her head thoughtfully. "If you're nervous, we don't have to try this."
Zoey sighed, rubbing the side of her neck as she considered. "Just... maybe make sure I'm more than ready before you even think about using that. I mean, look at the size! Even if it's just a strap-on, it's still huge!"
Harriet choked back a laugh, her eyes widening at Zoey's response. "Wait, are you actually sure? Seriously, there's no pressure here. If you're not comfortableâ"
Zoey raised a brow, giving Harriet a challenging look. "So are you going to use it or not?"
Harriet blinked, caught off guard by Zoey's boldness, then gave a slight nod, a smile tugging at her lips. "Right... I said I'd use it." She cleared her throat, fingers moving to unbuckle her belt.
Zoey's breath hitched as Harriet's weight pressed down on her. Harriet cupped Zoey's cheek, her thumb tracing softly along her skin before leaning in for a gentle, lingering kiss. Her hand moved lower, finding Zoey's most sensitive spot, and as her fingers circled Zoey's clit, Zoey's grip tightened in Harriet's hair, deepening their kiss.
Feeling Zoey's readiness, Harriet was still cautious. She wanted Zoey to feel nothing but pleasure. "Harriet..." Zoey murmured, her voice soft as Harriet's kisses trailed from her neck to her chest, then lower, teasing every inch along her abdomen. Harriet's hands traced circles on Zoey's nipples, teasing and massaging until Zoey's breathing quickened.
Zoey arched her back with a gasp as Harriet's tongue met her clit, her hips pressing closer with each movement. "Damn it," Zoey moaned, tugging Harriet's hair as though urging her on.
Just as Zoey felt herself reaching the edge, Harriet suddenly stopped and leaned over her, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"What the hell?" Zoey shot her a glare, breathless.
"Not yet," Harriet teased, her hand resting on the strap-on. "Bend over for me, sweetheart."
Zoey raised an eyebrow but obeyed, slowly positioning herself on all fours. Harriet gently spread Zoey's legs, tracing a line down her spine. "Lower your back a bit so you don't get sore," she suggested, grabbing a pillow and placing it beneath Zoey. "You can rest here if you need to."
Zoey felt her cheeks heat up as she watched Harriet tear open the condom wrapper with her teeth, handling each small motion with care. Zoey looked away, her heart racing. How does she make even this look so good?
Harriet slid the condom over the strap-on, then leaned in to check Zoey's face. "You ready, sweetie?"
Zoey's flushed gaze met Harriet's, and she gave a quick nod. "Yes," she whispered.
With a reassuring smile, Harriet positioned herself, rubbing Zoey's clit once more before gently guiding herself in. "I'm starting slow, alright? Just ease up."
Zoey gasped as she felt the initial pressure, clenching her fists on the pillow. Harriet's hand was a steady anchor on her waist as she leaned close, her voice soft, "Just breathe."
Zoey shivered at the gentle, steady movements, biting the pillow as her moans escaped, each slow thrust heightening her desire. "Don't stop... please," she whispered, her voice barely audible but full of need.
Harriet held Zoey's hips as she moved deeper, her hands running along Zoey's back in soothing strokes, adjusting her pace with care. Zoey dared a glance over her shoulder, catching the intensity in Harriet's gaze as she held her, the deep rhythm driving them both to the edge.
Harriet leaned over Zoey's back, deepening her thrust as Zoey gasped, feeling Harriet's teeth graze her shoulder blade. Harriet's grip tightened as she moved, her breaths hot against Zoey's skin.
"What the...?" Zoey muttered breathlessly, glancing back just as Harriet caught her lips in a hungry kiss. Zoey moaned softly into Harriet's mouth, still bent forward, her fingers clinging to Harriet's arms. "D-don't stop, alright?" she whispered, her voice urgent.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," Harriet replied, her own breaths growing ragged as she maintained her steady rhythm.
Zoey buried her face in the pillow, feeling herself edge closer. "I'm... close..." she managed to say, her body shivering as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Harriet kissed Zoey's shoulder as she slowed, carefully withdrawing and gently rubbing Zoey's clit to ease her down from the intensity. Zoey lay still, catching her breath, face buried in the pillow. Seeing her flushed and vulnerable, Harriet lay beside her, drawing her into a warm embrace. "Breathe, sweetheart," Harriet murmured, gently rubbing Zoey's back and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Zoey chuckled, snuggling against Harriet's chest and wiping a bit of sweat from Harriet's brow. "I love you, Harriet," she murmured, inhaling Harriet's familiar scent.
"I love you more," Harriet replied, her fingers tracing through Zoey's hair. "We should probably clean up," she added, unbuckling the strap-on and setting it aside. Sitting up, she turned back to Zoey with a gentle smile.
Then, scooping Zoey up in her arms, Harriet carried her toward the bathroom. "Let's take a bath together, shall we?"
Zoey rolled her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around Harriet's neck. "Do I really have a choice?"
"Not one bit," Harriet laughed, kissing her lightly as they entered the bathroom. She gently set Zoey in the tub and turned on the warm water, letting it fill. Stepping in behind her, Harriet pulled Zoey close, resting her against her chest.
"Does it hurt?" Harriet whispered, kissing Zoey's shoulder as she absently traced her fingers along Zoey's skin.
"Just a little, but nothing I can't handle," Zoey chuckled, leaning her head back onto Harriet's shoulder.
Harriet laughed softly. "Should we try it again sometime?"
Zoey smirked, interlacing their fingers. "We can, though... I think I still prefer your hands to the strap-on."
Harriet grinned. "Ah, so the surgeon's hands win after all," she teased, laughing as Zoey leaned up to kiss her cheek.
"Absolutelyâmy surgeon," Zoey replied, her fingers entwined with Harriet's, holding on to the quiet intimacy of the moment.