Chapter 23

Somehow, they made it to the bedroom. In her post-orgasmic haste, Isla wasn't entirely certain how they'd gotten there, especially as Rachel was shedding clothes as quickly as she could.

One part of her wanted everything to slow down so that she could enjoy this more, but the other part of her needed Rachel naked against her, skin to skin.

Almost tripping out of her jeans, Isla hopped to where she'd put her bag, and rummaged through it whilst still discarding clothes to grab her harness.

Then it was time for the strap.

Grabbing lube from the dresser, Isla coated the end that was going to slip into her liberally, and then Rachel was there, all naked and enthusiastic.

"Can I fill you up Daddy?"

Isla blinked. Rarely had she ever been more turned on. Her sweet, subby girl asking to fill her should have felt like topping from the bottom, but instead it just felt right.

She leaned forward to kiss Rach. "I would love that, babygirl."

She stayed standing, and Rachel stroked her with soft fingers, before sliding her fingers inside, the way she had in the hallway. Isla groaned. Fuck that felt good.

Slow movements helped heighten her pleasure, until Rach withdrew her fingers and replaced it with the strap.

The strap was thicker than Rachel's slender fingers and when that entered her Isla moaned. "Fuck. Hand me the harness, princess?"

She'd dropped it on the floor when Rachel had started fingering her again.

Getting the harness on was a little more difficult when she had half the strap inside of her, but Rachel lay back on the bed, opening herself up before Isla's gaze and that—for some reason—was rather motivating.

Her pretty pink clit peeked through soft brown curls, and when Rachel's fingers teased at her opening, Isla couldn't help herself. She climbed onto the bed, lowered her mouth and licked.

Rachel's response was adorable. An exclaimed "holy fuck!" and then a giggle and then the softest of "Daddy"s. She tasted delicious, ever so slightly salty, and when Isla licked from opening to clit, Rachel's legs started trembling.

With a light, quick nip on her clit, Isla put an end to that. "Oh no, princess, you're coming to be coming whilst I'm inside you."

"Then hurry up!" said Rachel, her hands gripping the bedsheets. "It's not my fault if you get me so worked up that I come early, Daddy."

Isla toyed, then, with the idea of making her girl come early on purpose, and then delighting in punishing her for it, but she didn't really want that. She wanted to be in between Rachel's thighs, pumping hard and deep, and filling up her girl until Rachel could barely speak, she was so overwhelmed by pleasure.

She kissed Rachel's cute pink button of a clit, and then sat up, looking around for the lube. Her girl was wet enough, the taste coating her tongue was enough to prove that, but she wanted to make sure that this was as comfortable as possible for her princess.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Rachel nodded, eyes wide. "Please Daddy, I need to come."

"Desperate?"

"Desperately drippy for Daddy," was the answer.

Damn if her girl didn't know how to get her wet. Slowly, she nudged at Rachel's entrance, using her hand to guide it in place. It felt like an assault on her own senses, let alone Rachel's. The strap moved deeper inside her, just as she pushed into Rachel, and as she bottomed out, her pelvic bone flat against Rachel's, she thought she might come again.

Looking at Rachel, Isla realized that her girlfriend was close to coming too.

"Hey babygirl," she said, her voice soft.

"Hey Daddy." Everything about Rachel felt coiled, anticipatory. So much so that it colored her words.

"What is it you do when you need to stop and you forget your words?"

Rachel looked confused. "I can traffic light, Daddy."

"Oh darling," Isla thrust and Rachel's mouth dropped open in a wordless gasp. "I intend on fucking all of the words out of you, so I need to make sure you know how to say when you've had enough."

"I can take it, Daddy."

"I know you can, princess. You took my fingers so so well before, and you come so prettily for me. But I want to check anyway. What will you do to show me that you've had enough?"

"I'll tap out," said Rachel, confirming what their agreement already was. "I'll tap out on the bed."

"Well done, angel. Now, hang on." And after a slow withdrawal that they both felt, Isla slammed back into her princess, and Rachel gasped.

This wasn't the controlled fucking that Isla usually engaged in, where all the focus was on her girl, and barely any thought given to her. She was so full, so wound tightly, that letting lose, letting that concentration break even for a minute, was enough for her control to snap.

She drove into Rachel again and again, never even pausing as she gasped out, "This good, babygirl?"

"Don't. Stop. Fucking. Me. Daddy." Her Rachel growled out the words, her register deeper than Isla had ever heard it, and when she met her girl's eyes, she saw the dazed desire there. "More. Give me more, Daddy. Please."

And Isla did.

Fast movements, in and out, only once pausing to grab Rachel's hand and press it against her clit. "Play with yourself, baby." She was holding herself up with both hands so that she could get the angle perfect, and also not crush the woman beneath her. "You show me what a big girl you are, coming for Daddy."

And as she sped up, moving harder and faster, her own cunt clutching at the strap inside her, Rachel spilled over the edge and into an orgasm, screaming as she did so.

Watching her girl lose control like that, seeing her release all of the stress and the tension that she'd been holding on to, was the final straw for Isla.

She lost it. Fucking her girlfriend so completely that each time Rachel came down from those heady heights, Isla fucked her right back up there again.

Somehow, Rachel managed to get her thumb beneath the criss-cross of the strap's harness, and brushed her thumb against Isla's clit and then Isla was coming again, crying her pleasure into Rachel's shoulder.

It was Rachel who eased the strap out of her, undoing the harness, placing it to the side. It was Rachel who rolled Isla onto her side, and held her in her arms.

It was Rachel who looked after her whilst she cried.

Afterwards, Isla asked why.

"Because you needed me. You may be my Daddy," said Rachel. "But you're my girlfriend too. And as much as you look after me, I look after you too."