Faking It

Ingrid knew she shouldn't had agreed to this, but Hannah seemed so enthusiastic about it that she couldn't say no. Now, less than 20 minutes later, here she was, naked and being pressed into the bed with her girlfriend moving rapidly above her.

"Grid, fuck..." Hannah panted out, her breath staggering. She swung her hips in a pattern to get the full effect from the strap-on she was wearing. She sheathed herself into Ingrid, only to pull out seconds later, then push back into her, filling her to the brim to the point where it became uncomfortable for Ingrid. Ingrid didn't voice her discontentment as she wanted to please the woman who seemed to be working extremely hard to get her off. "Y-you close?" Ingrid heard Hannah mutter. All Ingrid knew is that she wanted this over as soon as possible, so going against her morals, she shook her head. "Use your words, Grid. I won't let you come until you ask me for it."

Ingrid didn't have to come. She wasn't very turned on in the moment. But she didn't want Hannah to know that. So she cursed herself silently and shouted, "Please let me come, Han. Please, please, please-" and when Hannah murmured come for me in her ear, she faked her climax. She screamed a little and rolled her eyes back in her head.

To help Ingrid ride out her orgasm, Hannah went to rub her clit. Ingrid went to go move Hannah's hand away from the sensitive nub because she was sure that Hannah would figure out she faked it if she touched it, but it was too late. Hannah stroked her clit, and her face bunched up in confusion. She stared into Ingrid's eyes, and Ingrid knew she had been caught. Hannah immediately pulled out, earning a whimper from both girls.

"Ingrid, why did you fake it? Was I not good enough?" Hannah's voice sounded so sad, Ingrid knew she had to confess.

"No, baby, it wasn't that. It was," Ingrid paused to think of the right way to phrase it. "I've had enough experiences with dick for my life time. I don't think I ever want to have experience again."

"So it wasn't me?"

"Not at all Han. I'm really sorry for not telling you I didn't like it, you just looked so passionate about it, and I didn't want to let you down-"

"Ingrid, I wouldn't have done this if I knew you didn't like it." Hannah looked away for Ingrid, and after a moment she looked back at Ingrid, a mischievous glare in her eyes.

"Can I make it up to you?" Ingrid nodded her head furiously, and Hannah removed the strap-on, and went right back into Ingrid.

Ingrid was pretty glad she agreed to this, and this time, she was just as enthusiastic.