Deep in Desire: A Sapphic Age-Gap Romance

Despite knowing the trouble it could lead to, she didn’t care. Maybe she’d live to regret it, butright then, all she wanted was Holly. She had to have her now.

And she’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

“I’m gonna need these jeans to be off,” Deborah ordered as Holly hastily squirmed out of the last part of the denim leg.

“Please just fuck me, Deborah. It’s all I can think about,” she moaned, and Deborah kissed up her thigh, toward Holly’s throbbing core.

“Well,” she whispered, “seems as though you asked so nicely, I always think good girls should get what they want.”

Holly moaned just at her words alone, but her breath was taken away when Deborah sunk two fingers deeply inside of her. Grateful for her extra spacious car, she positioned herself between Holly’s thighs, fucking her deeper and harder. Enjoying every single moan and noise that fell from Holly’s lips. Deborah spread Holly’s legs even wider apart, so she could now sink her tongue into Holly too. Hungry to taste her wetness, Holly tasted just as good as Deborah expected.

“Oh my g-god, Deborah, keep fucking me, please, I’m so close already.”

Usually, Deborah liked to play around for longer. Usually, she’d enjoy edging sweet Holly into the most intense orgasm possible, but today all she craved was Holly cumming in her mouth, as fast as possible, especially with the lingering risk that the owner of the ranch might show up any minute.

Her tongue lapped harder around Holly’s swollen clit. She pushed in one more finger, stretching Holly more. Feeling her tighten around her. Her head moved back before she ordered, “Cum for me, darling.”

And with those words, Holly’s body tightened like electricity had hit her core. Her back arched in the seat and her body squeezed around Deborah’s fingers. She moaned so loud that it was impossible someone didn’t hear. The orgasm was so indulgent, so deep, so intense, she wanted to bathe in it forever.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking hot,” Deborah moaned before collapsing into Holly, kissing her thighs some more.

“Swap places with me. Please. I want you so much. I want to feel inside of you,” Holly yelped, still in a post-orgasmic haze.

Deborah didn’t put up a fight. She took off herpants and moved on the spacious car seat, ready to indulge in whatever Holly had to offer.

“Fuck me like the good girl you are,” Deborah huffed, as she moved her fingers down, massaging her own throbbing clitoris. She liked control. At all times.

Holly smiled, keeping eye contact, as she teased Deborah’s wet folds. She pushed one finger inside, slipping so easily into the wetness before her.

“Don’t be shy, Holly. I can’t take more than that,” Deborah smirked.

“Oh, I’m sure you can, I’m just savoring you a little longer.” Holly bit her lip before pushing in two more fingers. Easily stretching inside of Deborah. She was so ready for her.

She enjoyed every second inside of her. Fucking Deborah deeply and slowly. Watching her fingers rub on her own clit. The circular motions captivated Holly’s mind as she fucked her more. It didn’t take long until she felt Deborah getting closer. The pace changed to hard and fast. Deborah’s fingers rubbing more aggressively.

“Open your mouth,” Deborah moaned, and Holly did as instructed.

Deborah started to climax, her body tensing, asshe squirted all over Holly’s lips, chin, face, breasts. Holly had never been so turned on in her life. Deborah was so filthy, so sexy, and so fucking hot.

Her body relaxed into the seat. Her smile widened.

“Come here and kiss me,” Deborah reached out her hand, assisting Holly to straddle her.

They kissed deeply. Savoring what had just happened between them. Their breathing slowly returning to normal, Holly brushed a strand of hair from Deborah’s face.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Holly. To feel like this, I mean. I don’t know if your mom told you about my divorce. But, things got real messy for a while back there, and I haven’t been able to trust anyone or… I guess,bewith anyone since…” Deborah muttered, her voice filled with tenderness.

Holly kissed Deborah’s forehead softly, causing the older woman to feel a sense of completeness she had not known for some time. “Me too, Deborah. Me too. Listen, I’ve had a string of one-nighters. You know what it’s like.”

“Not really. Like I said, I was married. I’ve always been a one-woman gal. Even in my younger days.”

“I don’t believe it. Not for a second. You’re sex on legs, Deborah. You’re like a powerful, rich, super bitch who has probably slept with half the actresses in Hollywood!”

“Ha! Nope, you’ve got the wrong woman.”

“Don’t you own, like, half the world’s TV stations? And streaming services? You’re like a lesbo Bill Gates or something, right?”

“That’s your mom talking. I’m going to have to have words.”