Heavy is the Head

XXI

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Fantasia's poor moans and screams were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. Taraji had her on her stomach, a pillow beneath her hips, and her legs together as Taraji plowed into her from behind, using the grip on her hips to lift them back into her and onto her strap. Fantasia felt like Taraji was tearing her apart and putting her back together all at once.

"I'm. Gonna. Cum," Fantaisa stuttered with each deep stroke of Taraji's. The pleasure was almost too much for her to handle. She pushed herself up onto her arms, trying to crawl away before she passed out.

"No, pretty. No running." Taraji pulled her back, her hand coming to wrap around Fantaisa's neck gently. She kissed under Fantaisa's ear before whispering. "You wanted it. You take it." Fantasia's eyes rolled to the back of her skull as Taraji's words pushed her over the edge. Taraji made sure to work her back down before pulling out. "Do you need to be done?" Fantasia shook her head, her heart racing in anticipation. "Turn over on your back." Taraji spread Fantaisa's legs, massaging her hips as she slowly sank back into her. Taraji looked for any signs of discomfort and continued when she found none. "Talk to me, pretty," Taraji cooed, holding her face with one hand as the other hand was planted beside Fantasia's head, holding herself up over her, pistoning her hips to drive the toy deeper into her trembling girlfriend. Fantasia was having a hard time fulfilling Taraji's request as she couldn't breathe. "C'mon baby, tell me I'm making you feel good." Taji moved her hand from Fantasia's face, pressing gently on her lower stomach, causing Fantaisa's eyes to shoot open and her legs to close around Taraji. "No ma'am," Taraji said kissing Fantaisa's softly, "open your legs."

"I-" Fantasia choked before letting out a low moan. She tapped on Taraji's shoulder urgently her eyes going wider. Taraji slowed down a bit but kept the same force. "I gotta pee!"

"No, you don't, I promise," Taraji reassured. She halted her movements, lowering herself onto Fantaisa, sliding her arm underneath Fantaisa's shoulder and holding the back of her neck, the hand on Fantaisa's stomach relocating to the crook of Fantasia's right knee, holding her leg up. Giving Fantaisa a few moments to catch her breath, Taraji kissed her neck, only rocking her hips ever so slightly. "You okay?"

"Yes." And that was all the permission Taraji needed to continue. She started off slow and in mere moments, Fantasia was right on the edge again, daring to tip over. Taraji knew she was close as Fantasia's moans climbed in pitch, curse words she had never heard the princess utter before falling from her delicate lips. "Taraji, please, I have to pee," Fantasia pleaded, holding on as best she could.

"No, baby, it's okay," Taraji promised again, sliding her hand down her thigh to where their bodies met and using her thumb to make small quick circles. Fantasia shook under her administration, her eyes welling up with tears of pleasure. "Gon on, make a mess for me pretty." Fantasia had no clue what was happening as her body answered for her- her vision flashing white for a moment. "That's it, mama, keep going. Good girl."

"Holy shit!" Fantasia came again, her hands clutching Taraji's back.

"That's good. That's real good." Taraji kissed all over Fantasia's neck and face as she came down. "You alright?" Fantasia could only nod, catching Taraji's lips when she could. Taraji moved to pull out again but Fantasia stopped her. Taraji smiled when Fantaisa wrapped her arms around her neck, burying her face in the crook of it.

After a few minutes of catching her breath, Fantasia kissed her way up Taraji's neck and whispered, "Take it off and sit on my face." At first, the demand was so soft that it took Taraji a moment to register. She pulled back enough to look Fantasia in the eyes, but the look she received garnered no arguments. Taraji slid herself out of Fantaisa, a quiet whimper escaping Fantaisa's lips at the loss. Taraji unstrapped the harness and set it aside, making a mental note to remember to wash it after they were done.

"You sure?" Taraji made sure to ask. Fantasia bit her lip and nodded, curling her finger in a 'come here' motion. Taraji did as she was told, crawling on her knees up the bed until she was hovering over Fantaisa's face. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to suffocate Fantaisa. However, Fantasia was ready for it, using her hands to brace Taraji's hips and pull her down on her waiting mouth. Taraji grabbed hold of the headboard and savored the feeling of Fantais'as tongue flattening out against her. Fantasia took a few bold licks before hardening her tongue and directing it into Taraji. She repeated the action a few more times causing Taraji's hips to twitch.

"You won't hurt me, Babe. Ride my face. Take what's yours," Fantaisa instructed, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue again. She used her hands still on Taraji's hips to encourage her to rock back and forth. It took a second for Taraji to find her groove and a few more for Fantasia to match pace, but once they got it, they got it. Fantasia's hands released Taraji's hips to lay flat on her back and she used her nails to scratch softly like she knew Taraji liked. She could tell Taraji was close as one hand that gripped the headboard flew down to hold her head. She looked up at Taraji, almost coming again at the sight of her girlfriend's head thrown back in pleasure as she took exactly what she needed. Fantasia knew then and there that she would do this forever if just to see that picture again.

"Pretty, you're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum." Taraji told her, looking down at the big eyes looking back up at her. "Oh, fuck." Fantasia took all of it like a champ, cleaning up everything Taraji gave her. She smiled brightly as Taraji tiredly climbed down from her face. "Where'd you learn that?"

"A magician never reveals her secrets," Fantasia said playfully with a wink. Taraji rolled her eyes and gave Fantaisa a searing kiss before pulling her up to get cleaned up. Fantasia walked into the bathroom first, taking a glance into the mirror. She looked different. She felt different. But it was good. Too good. A good that she could get used to.

"Did I meet your expectations, baby?" Taraji asked coming up behind her and looking at the picture of their naked bodies reflected back at them. They looked good. Too good. A good that she could get used to.

"More than."

"Good."

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