silence. Christina’s fingers raked through Taylor’s hair, but not as rough as
before.
“Like this?” Taylor swirled her fingers over Christina’s clit, pressing
lightly.
“Yes.” Christina wriggled into her touch. “Like that.”
Christina tugged Taylor back up to her and kissed her like her very
life depended on it. Taylor’s grew dizzy with the wonderful sensation of
being wanted. Adored. Treasured. Savoured. Their tongues met and danced
sensually while Taylor’s hand swirled gentle, lazy circles over Christina, to
devastating effect.
Taylor felt her entire body break out in goosebumps when she felt
Christina’s belly start to tremble. Her breathing grew laboured, and Taylor
knew she was close. She could have drawn out the climax, tortured
Christina, but she wanted to watch Christina shatter. She wanted her to
come apart beneath her while the heat washed over and consumed them
both. Taylor shifted her hand, stroking over Christina’s smooth, slick center
before she brought them to Christina’s entrance. Christina’s hips arched,
and Taylor thrust in two fingers, filling and stretching her.
Christina exploded around her suddenly, with just that single thrust.
It took Taylor by surprise. It might have even surprised Christina. She bit
down on Taylor’s lip accidentally, but not hard, then kissed her feverishly,
using her lips to stifle her cries of pleasure while her walls clenched and
unclenched around Taylor’s fingers.
Taylor kept going, thrusting gently until Christina rode out the
climax. When the spasms eased, Taylor withdrew her fingers and, while
Christina watched, she popped them into her mouth, humming as she licked
them clean.
Christina groaned. “Sorry. That was— it’s just been— I’ve wanted
you for a while now and…”
Taylor laughed softly. “I know. I was thinking the same thing.”