[ For a moment there, Kate is right with her. It should be weird, the steady thrust and push of Erik's cock and the nimble scissor and stroke of her own fingers at the same time, in space that doesn't feel like it should exist. Johanna wants deeper and she pushes deeper, moves in time with his hips but doing things he can't. It should be weird, but it's too good to care about weird and when Johanna thinks about kissing her Kate wants that so badly it makes her groan.
And then it makes her mad. Because Johanna doesn't care which of them it is she gets her mouth on, she is enjoying this most because it's both. Better than anything else means better than her alone, and that wasn't what Kate was aiming for here. She's not pitching a threesome, she's trying to win. And this, as insanely good as it feels, is not winning.
She draws her fingers out and sucks them clean, tongue curling around Johanna's knuckles, lips lingering around the ends, nothing subtle at all about the suggestion. But she's no contortionist and there are limits, which means it's time to try cheating.
She's been practicing manifesting all sorts of things, testing the bounds of her new ablities, and if some of those things happened to not be entirely practical... well, whatever. Sue her. For a moment Johanna will feel Kate's concentration slipping, not distraction but deliberate focus on something other than the sensations transmitted between them. And then a weird buzzing on the palm of her hand, and Kate back in force like a triumphant smirk. Surprise. (She strokes it across a nipple first before teasing it between her legs, not really enough but a demonstration of potential, a blatant grab for attention.) ]
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And then it makes her mad. Because Johanna doesn't care which of them it is she gets her mouth on, she is enjoying this most because it's both. Better than anything else means better than her alone, and that wasn't what Kate was aiming for here. She's not pitching a threesome, she's trying to win. And this, as insanely good as it feels, is not winning.
She draws her fingers out and sucks them clean, tongue curling around Johanna's knuckles, lips lingering around the ends, nothing subtle at all about the suggestion. But she's no contortionist and there are limits, which means it's time to try cheating.
She's been practicing manifesting all sorts of things, testing the bounds of her new ablities, and if some of those things happened to not be entirely practical... well, whatever. Sue her. For a moment Johanna will feel Kate's concentration slipping, not distraction but deliberate focus on something other than the sensations transmitted between them. And then a weird buzzing on the palm of her hand, and Kate back in force like a triumphant smirk. Surprise. (She strokes it across a nipple first before teasing it between her legs, not really enough but a demonstration of potential, a blatant grab for attention.) ]