Arabella’s entrance, filling her so ridiculously slowly that Arabella started
to beg on instinct. “A yes to this.” June started to thrust, curling her fingers
until she found that wondrous, sensitive spot inside. “Yes to you coming so
hard you see stars.”
“Fuck…” Arabella couldn’t quite believe she’d said it, but she wasn’t
about to take it back. She could feel herself clenching tightly around June’s
fingers. Her legs shook so badly that her thighs vibrated between the press
of June’s legs and the sink. Her fingers lost all feeling as she grasped the
sink until she was strangling the porcelain.
Arabella bucked hard, riding June’s fingers, taking each and every thrust
deeper. June curled her free hand into Arabella’s hair, fisting it in a great
tangle that sent prickles shooting through her scalp, as hot as the fire
burning from within.
“I want you to come,” June commanded. “Come on my fingers. Shatter
for me while I watch you in the mirror.”
It was too much. The sensual commands. The heart in June’s voice. The
utter desire to watch Arabella do as she asked. She wanted to obey. She
wanted to do this for June, so that she could watch fully the effect she had
on Arabella, so she could watch herself possess her, make her mad,
transform her into a twisted-up ball of utter pleasure. So she could watch
Arabella become someone she’d never been with anyone else. Only with
June. Always with June.
She wanted June to have that. To have all of it. Every secret bit of her.
She wanted only her to have it. To have it forever. To keep all that
vulnerability, that surrender, every bit of emotion safe.
She gave when June curled her fingers and thrust harder, creating a
rhythm she couldn’t hope to withstand. She was done and she knew it, and
when she shattered, she fell hard into that abyss of pleasure. She let it
consume her. She didn’t care if she bucked too hard or begged, if she
looked funny in the mirror.