Make Me Bleed While My Heart is Still Beating (Tamber Oneshots)

Use my Fingers

REQUESTED (love the idea)

"Can—" Tara hesitated, embarrassed.

"What is it?" Amber urged.

"What if I'm the one...in control?" Tara said finally. She peered into Amber's eyes, looking for some sign of reassurance. "Like, you know..."

Both sat in silence for a few seconds, Tara twiddling with her fingers and Amber staying absolutely still. Tara couldn't read her expression at all.

"You wanna dominate?" Amber simplified.

Tara immediately opened her mouth to clarify what she actually meant before laughing self-consciously. That's exactly what she wanted to do. "No, I mean, like—like, I don't know, just once? Try it out?"

Then Amber smirked daringly. "You think you're up for it?" She pulled Tara towards her and pressed their bodies together, hands resting on her ass. Leaning down, she whispered into Tara's ear sharply, "It's a big responsibility."

Tara hummed at the prickle of hot breath on her ear. She rode her hand down the back of Amber's sweatpants and grabbed playfully. "I think I could try handling it for one night."

Amber let loose a moan and half-heartedly grabbed Tara's wrist. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. She stared into Tara's eyes firmly, all of her attention completely on her. The corner of Tara's mouth upturned in interest.

"Ooh..." She lightly pushed her two fingertips further past Amber's lips. "Fingers are good, then, I'm guessing?"

Pure allurement laced her words. She couldn't get enough. She wanted to know all of Amber's secret likings. She needed to know every possible way she could get her to submit under her, the same way Amber can with her.

"Shit," Amber whined softly. Her face and neck were glistening with sweat, causing her hair to stick to her. Currently, all she was wearing for a top was a black sports bra—one Tara had grown to adore. Tara had never seen her so affected like this. Usually she was the one under Amber, moaning and whining while she pleased her. Now, Amber's eyebrows scrunched together in humiliation.

Tara giggled and cupped her cheek with her other hand. "Got it, baby."

She took notice of how Amber's eyes rolled back slightly in regard to the pet name. Amber's tongue licked Tara's index fingertip experimentally. The finger pushed further, now rubbing fully against her tongue.

"You like that?" Tara asked. She inserted a third finger into the hot mess of a mouth. Saliva flowed around her fingers. "You like when I call you that?"

Amber sloppily attempted to mumble something against the mouthful of fingers and failed, spit flicking out of the opening. Tara smirked fondly at the sight.

"Say it for me, please," she challenged, pushing her hand further down Amber's mouth. Amber finally gagged on her fingers before grasping her wrist and taking them out roughly. Strings of saliva connected from her mouth to Tara's fingers. Tara felt her core heat up at the sight and held back a strangled noise.

"It's kinda hard to say anything with fingers shoved down my—"

Tara shoved her hand back into Amber's mouth, quickly turning the girl's words into a choked back moan.

"You like it, though, don't you, baby?" Tara teased, her tone dangerously raspy. Amber groaned loudly and rolled her eyes to the back of her head in pleasure. She clasped Tara's wrist and jammed her hand further into her own mouth, tongue fully enveloping Tara's fingers to the knuckle and sucking harshly.