𝒫𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒰𝓅 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑀𝑒

21

The days passes slowly, but Beyoncé doesn't mind.

When they start to reach the end of the list, Sierra brings up the idea of her topping. It seems so mundane in comparison to all the other items on the list that it shocks her that they haven't done it.

She hasn't denied Sierra anything off the list, but this one gives her pause. They're curled in Sierra's bed.

"Have you ever topped before?"

"A few times," Sierra admits. "Sometimes it was easier to focus on someone else's pleasure rather than my own."  

"Doesn't sound like you were having good sex," Beyoncé says, frowning.

She couldn't imagine not wanting to focusing on Sierra's pleasure.

"It wasn't good," Sierra says plainly. "It's better now."

"Your bar is low."

"Trust me, it's a lot higher now."

Beyoncé scoffs, and tries not to preen.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," Sierra giggles. "But what about you, have you bottomed before?"

Beyoncé blinks.

"Mmmmm no," she admits. She hadn't even offered it with Jay, although he wouldn't have taken her up on it regardless. That also had been a special circumstance. Taking anything besides fingers or tongue inside of her has never been of much interest to her.

She'd much rather give than receive.

"Oh, so I'd be the first?" Sierra asks as if it's something casual, but Beyoncé can easily spot the glint in her eye.

"I'm not a virgin," Beyoncé says, amused. 
"But I'd be the first one inside of you like that," Sierra says.

Her eyes are a little darker than before.

"I've fucked myself before," Beyoncé murmurs. How else was she supposed to tell what felt good for her partners?

"Different—doesn't matter," Sierra says, crawling across the bed to straddle her where Beyoncé is sat up against the headboard. There's something unusually heated in her gaze, possessive almost. It's not a look she's seen on Sierra before, and it sends something warm stirring in the pit of her stomach.

"You might not even be good," Beyoncé says lightly as Sierra presses close and places her hands around her neck. Beyoncé strokes her hips idly with her thumbs.

"Doesn't matter," Sierra dismisses. "Only matters that you'd let me."

Beyoncé knows what she means, that it's a lot of trust to switch roles, for Beyoncé to let Sierra take care of her like that.

"You're also the first one I've let fuck me," Beyoncé reminds her as Sierra begins lavishing her neck with wet kisses. "And the first one I've done lizard play with."

"We should do that again," Sierra says dreamily between kisses and then abruptly pulls back, pouting.

"And by the way, none of the girls I was with before had any complaints about my stroke game."

Beyoncé shrugs as much as she's able to with Sierra clinging to her neck.

"They could have been faking."

"They could have," Sierra allows. "But you can't. I know what pleasure looks like on you."

Beyoncé's mouth drops open, heat surging through her.

Sierra grins.