Part 12

Ryan lay back looking up. Her legs were spread and Beyoncés eyes were roaming along her skin.

The older woman ran a finger along her slit gathering up some of her juices and pressing them to her lips.  "You taste so good honey, I love the taste of you," she said causing Ryan to shudder in disbelief.

She loved how Beyoncé did that, always making her feel so wanted, so yearned for. Then Beyoncé ran the strap along Ryan's opening causing her head to roll back, with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

"Uhn uhn look at me baby," Beyoncé placed a finger under her chin tilting it upwards. Ryan slowly looked at her. "Is my pretty girl gonna let mommy fuck her the way she wants to?"

Ryan breathed in sharply before closing her eyes and nodding at her request. She wanted it more than anything. Especially with just how sexy Beyoncé looked right then, her long curly hair loosely tied back, eyes slightly darker brown and focused on their target, and there was her breathing— forcefully slow. Ryan watched the rise and fall of her chest, noticing the droplets of sweat in between her breasts.

Beyoncé looked at the space in between them, admiring Ryan's body laid out flat in front of her, her skin, her boobs, her legs, her thighs, she was perfect. She just needed to speak.

"Oh honey, I need you to ask for what you want," she told Ryan softly. The silicone was getting coated in Ryan's essence as she slowly moved back and forth over letting the strap-on brush against her clit over and over.

Ryan looked at her desperately. How was she supposed to say that? She shook her head, thick brows furrowed together hoping Beyoncé would give in. She knew how much she needed it.

Beyoncé gave her a teasing look and pressed up against her opening again causing Ryan's eyes to flutter. She was ready for her.

"Come on baby, tell mama what you want"

"Please..." Ryan gulped closing her eyes again.

"Please what?" Beyoncé raised a brow watching her. Ryan's chest was slowly rising and falling, her eyes opening and darting around to avoid the older woman's gaze.

"Put it in." She said feeling herself open up.

Beyoncé wasted no time pushing deep inside of her. "Oh my god," Ryan whispered, getting adjusted to the size. She felt her hips roll upwards as Beyoncé pushed in deeper. "Bey..." she breathed out.

"Mhm?" Beyoncé asked, admiring the view beneath her. Ryan was holding on tight, covering the strap in her wetness as Beyoncé found a good rhythm to thrust inside of her. Ryan's head rolled back, her eyes still closing as she felt the toy hit all the spots inside of her.

"Fuckkk," she moaned causing Beyoncé to smile.

"Tell me how it feels pretty girl," Beyoncé watched Ryan's eyes flutter.

"Feels goo— oh fuck," she moaned as Beyoncé started pumping harder.

"Look at you, taking all of this for me," she bit her bottom lip thrusting into Ryan. "You're doing such a good job baby," she said, tucking her lips between her teeth.

Beyoncé was so deep inside of her, softly stroking all of her spots. It was so gentle but so much. Ryan hated it but she loved it.

"I've been wanting to fuck you like this for so long," Beyoncé was taking her time with it, slowly getting Ryan to unravel beneath her. "You don't know what you do to me, how hard it is for me not to lose control," she thrust in a little harder but slower so Ryan could feel all that she felt.

Ryan moaned loudly. Was it growing as she fucked her? She could feel too much. It hadn't been that much before... had it? Beyoncé thrust her hips into her watching as a thin sheen of sweat appeared on Ryan.

"Oh fuck..." Ryan was panting, her head thrown back and eyes barely open. She could feel her wetness slipping out of her as Beyoncé's loose hair brushed against her nipples.

"You look so pretty getting fucked like this."

"Uhh," Ryan panted as a slender hand slipped onto her chest. Her eyes shot open instantly looking up at the woman above her. She felt Beyoncé's control in that moment. She belonged to this lady as she started to moan louder. "Mmmm Bey..."

"You like that baby?"

"Uh—" she was dazed, mouth slightly ajar as Beyoncé thrust in and out of her.

"You like the way I'm fucking you?" Beyoncé was teasing her now, pushing her closer to the edge. She knew what Ryan liked. She wanted to it give to her exactly how she wanted, wanted Ryan to feel how much she wanted her.

"You like having my hand here? Can I move it higher?"

Ryan hummed not wanting to admit how much she liked it. She already had hickeys, now she wondered if she'd have a bruise as Beyoncés nails dragged along her chest. Beyoncé thrust in faster causing Ryan's eyes to roll back. Beyoncé was finding spots in her she never even knew existed.

"Fuck..."

Bey right there, on top of her while she spread her legs. Telling her how much she wanted this, how perfect she was, asking if she liked it.

Beyoncé's hand tightened. "I asked you a question, honey," she was soft but firm.

Ryan sucked in air abruptly trying to catch her breath before she attempted to nod again.

"Words, baby," Beyoncé reminded her, as she moved her grip to the sides of Ryan's neck.

"Uh..." Ryan couldn't. She could only pant and feel the friction between them. Her whole body was hot, her orgasm reaching up inside her. The feeling was too much. And Beyoncé sped up, feeling the vibrations crash against her own clit.

"Fuck," Beyoncé breathed out admiring the body laid out on the sheets in front of her, the way Ryan couldn't stop moaning so beautifully. "Answer me baby." Now she was demanding.

"Yes," Ryan whispered, voice light from the almost choking.

"You're making such a mess honey." The younger girl looked so damn desperate beneath her.

"Don't stop," Ryan said, the eye contact making her weak.

"I'm not stopping baby, fuckkk," Beyoncé moaned. The vibrations were getting to her. Ryan could see they were both close and she was starting to get lightheaded.

"You gonna cum for me?" Bey asked, her accent slipping out.

"Ye-yes Bey," Ryan bit her lips as the circulation to her brain cut off. Ryan was operating on pure touch now.

"Cum for me baby, cum for mama... show me exactly how I make you feel— fuck" Beyoncé hissed, her own body getting closer. "Come on baby give it to me," Beyoncé moaned. She was losing it just watching her get closer.

Ryan looked into her eyes, feeling that soft hazel caress her body. And then she was letting go, her juices coating the dildo and coating Beyoncé. The older woman watched her, coming undone just after she did.

———

Ryan was late to class the next morning. She wasn't supposed to spend the night with Beyoncé but when she'd fallen asleep, Beyoncé didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead she waited until the morning when the sun was rising to rouse her.

"Morning honey," Beyoncé smiled stroking over Ryan's cheek.

Ryan turned to face her and Beyoncé tucked her lower lip between her teeth. Damn she could get used to seeing that face in the mornings.

"Morning," Ryan rasped blinking the sleep from her eyes as she looked over at Beyoncé.

"How are you feeling honey?" Beyoncé asked adjusting to the morning sunlight.

"Um I'm okay," Ryan yawned. "How are you? What time is it?"

Beyoncé stretched. "I think it's about 5, I wasn't sure what time you had to go? But I'm good honey, I'm glad you stayed the night with me." Beyoncé bit her lip. She liked this a little too much, being around Ryan, waking up with her. She could get used to having her around.

Ryan showered and got ready while Beyoncé ordered room service for breakfast. She brushed her teeth and washed her face while she waited for the younger one to get ready.

She knew the plan for the day was to drop Ryan off after they ate. She was meeting Brooklyn later on but had some work to do in the meantime so she made herself a little schedule while she listened to the radio. One of her tasks was personal but the rest were to do with her job and her clients. There was some research she needed to read and a template she wanted to create for one particular client.

Then Ryan emerged from the bathroom in just a towel, and Beyoncé completely stopped what she was doing. She couldn't help staring at her, at the droplets on her skin and the way her body moved. Then Ryan walked over to her, hips swaying beneath the towel as she moved. And Beyoncé was mesmerised.

Ryan was so damn beautiful. Then the younger one let the towel fall and climbed into Beyoncé's lap.

It was early morning but Beyoncé couldn't resist. Moments later, she found herself lying back with her tongue inside of Ryan and her fingers toying with her own clit as she sucked against Ryan's.

She didn't have that much restraint. And it was impossible to say no when Ryan was that damn fine.

Ryan sat on her face rolling her hips over Beyoncé's mouth repeatedly. Beyoncé moaned just tasting the younger girls juices running down her lips.

Ryan's confidence had grown now. It was sexy how she ground her hips over Beyoncé's lips knowing just how much Beyoncé was enjoying this. Something about the way the older one touched and praised her made her want things now that she hadn't ever considered. This was one of them.

Beyoncé strummed her clit as Ryan dripped into her mouth, everything only intensifying when she let her other hand roam around Ryan's body, stroking up and down along her skin gripping the underside of her breasts.

And Ryan was thoroughly satisfied when she got up. Though Beyoncé wanted to give her more. She was like a fiend when it came to Ryan. It felt so good to please her, to have her sat on her face, to have her tongue inside of her.

Beyoncé found herself pulling Ryan in close before they left the hotel, wrapping her fingers into Ryan's hair and inhaling her scent again. "I wish I could keep you here all day honey," she breathed looking at her like she was going off to war.

"I could always skip..." Ryan bit her lip. She knew what Beyoncé would say but it was fun to dangle the carrot.

Beyoncé gave her a look. She wanted to say yes, they both knew that. But she was not going to be the reason Ryan failed any of her classes. "I'll see you on Wednesday," Beyoncé breathed as if it was hard for her. She hated the idea of having to wait so long but they both had things to do in the meantime.

"I could come over tomorrow night?" Ryan offered realising her schedule. All of a sudden she had all the energy and she really wanted to do this again.

"You want to?" Beyoncé asked nervously as if afraid of the answer. She wanted Ryan so much she was almost afraid of rejection. Every time Ryan returned her desire she was taken off guard in the best possible way.

Ryan nodded. Of course she did. But she wouldn't say that. A simple nod was enough.

"Okay honey," Beyoncé kissed her with a smile still on her face. "Okay let me hurry up and drop you off before I make you late."

Bey dropped her off at their usual spot and then she took herself to a coffee shop to get some work done. She had to fill out some information for her lawyer regarding her divorce and she didn't want to do it somewhere she'd be alone. It would only piss her off more and make her get into her head.

Her ex husband was the worst person she knew and she just wished she hadn't been stupid enough to make a baby with him all those years ago. Brooklyn was a blessing but that man was the worse thing to ever happen to her. She couldn't believe she was still paying for a stupid decision she made at 22. She sat with the laptop, reading through the email as she breathed in sharply.

Ryan found Levi in the lecture hall and took her seat beside him. She was only 10 minutes late but he glanced at her with a question he didn't ask. He'd probably been talking to Brooke and heard she didn't come home last night. The two had been texting but Ryan hadn't heard about them going on any dates or anything. Maybe Brooklyn had successfully friend zoned him.

Ryan's hadn't asked hoping staying out of Brooklyns business would keep Brooklyn out of her business.

As much as Ryan was present, she couldn't really concentrate. She kept having sex flashbacks. And sure, she felt great and the morning had been perfect but she couldn't help wondering what would happen when Beyoncé left?

She knew it was stupid to think so far ahead but she couldn't help it. After the last time, she'd felt so low. She didn't want to go through that again.

Ryan didn't think this was going to work for much longer. She was developing feelings for this woman way too easily. It bothered her, the idea of not seeing her for another month. Especially if they weren't going to talk at all throughout the month.

Ryan felt like she was becoming used to Beyoncé. When it was just a one off it was fine but was she going to see this woman every month? And if so, Ryan needed to know why. Was this just sex with a side of something resembling friendship or was it dating?

Beyoncé's excitement to see her was always palpable. She took her out and flirted with her endlessly, constantly buying her gifts despite her protests.

Just sex was fine but this felt like more and it was confusing. Ryan couldn't take the confusion for much longer.

She didn't talk much in her class, instead trying to listen to the lecture. She already knew she was in trouble for being late. She didn't want to add talking to the list of things she'd be hearing about after class.

———————[A/N]Idk there might be a lot of typos and stuff in this one, it's like 2AM and I wanted to post before I slept.

Anyways tell me what you all think? Where's this going?