Apartment Above Lukes, Tuesday Evening

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So, technically, Kathy's plan was to make tacos for dinner, but no one would know that from the state of the kitchen. She'd decided to make homemade guacamole (because what were tacos other than tasty vehicles for guac?) and now all the taco fixings were kind of pushed off to one side while she finished mashing up the avocados and chopping the cilantro and prepping the other stuff.

And texting Dante, because making tacos was the perfect opportunity for jokes, right? Especially with her shoulder still a little red from Pride?

Looking forward to putting all the tacos into my face tonight, she said, continuing their lazy conversation. No more sausage for me, but tacos are always the way to my...heart.

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She kept stroking him, varying the rhythm occasionally so that it wouldn't build up too far. Small circles with her finger while she took him deep into her throat. A faster back-and-forth movement while she held him in her mouth and increased the pressure. Avoiding that bump entirely while her head moved faster over his shaft.

In the midst of it all, she added a second finger. Minutes later, she pulled away long enough to ask, "Ready for a third?"

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Between her mouth and her fingers, Dante had rapidly lost all sense of logical thought, eager as he was to give in to the pleasure arching through his nerves.

So he didn't answer her immediately, and when he did, a sort of verbal keysmash had to come out first. "... hmhm? Oh. Yeah. Fuck."

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He barely got the words out before she was easing the third digit in, getting him primed and ready for the silicon still bobbing at her hips. She worked him over, forgoing some of that gentleness for ardor, the wet sound of her mouth gliding over him filling her room.

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Dante's breath caught, came out hitched and strangled at her new pace. His fingers clenched in the pillow behind him. "Kathy," he said, the tremble in his voice as much of a warning as the word itself.

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Kathy drew away entirely, mouth off, fingers out. "You know," she said, as conversationally as she could, considering how breathy her voice was, "Ezra once told me about the joys of edging. You ever do that?"

She poured more lube onto the strap-on, spreading it around with leisurely strokes. Her own wetness gleamed there, too.

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"Never... seemed like a whole lotta fun to me," Dante managed, propping himself up on his elbows to appreciate her efforts.

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"He seemed to think it was worth the effort," Kathy said and smiled at him. Her hand stopped stroking the dildo and lined it up. "Just saying. You seemed kind of close right there. Should I wait for you to calm down a little?" She flexed her hips, just enough for Dante to be able to feel the blunt tip pushing against his opening. "Or do you want me to go for it?"

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"Mean," Dante dubbed that question. Fuck, everything in him was screaming for more, now, harder.

But she was right that it wouldn't last long.

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"So was making me choose whether I was going to fuck you or have you fuck me," Kathy told him with an impish smile. "What goes around, comes around, Dante."

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"Jesus," Dante muttered. "--Okay, okay, wait, all right?"

He'd kind of made his own bed by slowing this thing down so much. Might as well lie in it.

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Kathy obligingly moved away--mostly so she wouldn't be tempted to reach down and continue playing. She settled on the edge of the bed and watched him, smile going from smug to fond and back again while he tried to get himself under control.

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Every part of him ached and felt hungry for more. A little less so the longer Dante sprawled, but not enough for him not to mutter, "Ezra always was full of shit," out loud.

He finally looked over and caught her eye.

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"Maybe so, but he taught me some useful tips," Kathy said, smiling into Dante's blue, blue eyes. It was like Eva had stolen a chunk of summer and tucked it into her son's eyes. "Without him, you'd have had a much harder time getting me into bed. Wouldn't have believed anyone as hot as you would have been interested, not really."

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"I can appreciate that," Dante said, "And still think he's a terrible fucking asshole with weird ideas about sex."

He leaned forward, running a finger along the length between her legs. "So how's the vibe part work?"

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Kathy's eyebrows rose up. She knew she and Ezra had a fraught relationship, but she hadn't realized Dante felt that way, too. "I'd ask about that, but the plan is to back you away from the edge, not kill the mood completely," she told him.

But really, she was curious. Especially since she wasn't sure Ezra would ever talk to her again.

"There's a little pocket," she explained, letting the topic of Ezra go. "Right in the back of the harness, here." She pointed at the leather, about an inch or so below where the strap-on connected. "There's a tiny little bullet vibe in there." It didn't really line up with her clit, but some sensations might get through. "So when the wearer--when I--fuck you with it, there's something going on for me, too."

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"Not on yet?" Dante asked, his finger sliding onward until it reached the harness and flattened against it, fingers fanning out against her stomach.

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Kathy shook her head. "I didn't want to get distracted," she said. "Or go too fast or do too much."

They'd been going slow. So...she'd kept to slow.

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Dante leaned in, kissing the skin behind her breasts. "Maybe time to pick that up," he mused, voice low.

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"You think so?" Kathy asked. She slid her hand between her legs again and held up her hand, wet and slick. "Hmm, you might be right. I've been eager for a little more for awhile now."

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Dante smirked at her, nice and slow.

Instead of saying anything else, his hand followed the same path down her body that hers had just taken.

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Kathy hissed her breath between her teeth, eyes fluttering closed. The harness had straps that clung to her inner thighs, they framed her cunt, black material against pale skin and the occasional hint of deep, rich pink within.

"There's a button," she gritted out. "You have to push it..."

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"Sounds familiar," Dante whispered in her ear, his hand accidentally-on purpose drifting over another button, right... there.

Only then did he bother to find the little vibe, clicking it on.

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"Ah!" Kathy cried out twice, the first when his fingers brushed over her clit and again when the vibe switched on, sending a small pulse through her. Her hips shuddered beneath his touch, pressing herself against the tiny vibe, trying to get it into just the right spot.

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Dante kissed her neck, pulling his hand away from her.

He placed it on the harness instead, roughly over the vibe, and... nudged.

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Her cry was sharper this time and her body arched. Yes, that's what she'd needed. The vibe had been designed to be pushed up against her while she thrust into someone else and needed that extra bit of pressure to really let go.

By the time her body unbowed itself, she was wet to the tops of her thighs and her eyes had grown dark and hazy. "Oh fuck me," she murmured.