Arwyn climbed on top of her before Sloane could process her change in fortunes.
“I wasn’t finished,” Sloane complained, distracted by the sight of Arwyn straddling her hips and throwing her head back in an e ort to tame her hair. As it dried, it was turning wavy, more like it was when Sloane met her.
Arwyn responded with a kiss, hard and sloppy. Sloane felt the urgency in every part of her being. She clawed at the soft flesh of her back, pulling her closer, indulging in the sensation of her entire body weight on her.
“Shit,” Sloane cursed when Arwyn’s mouth found her overly sensitive nipple. The targeted attack reverberated
through her core, producing a painful ache Sloane was becoming desperate to ease.
Sloane shifted beneath Arwyn’s body until Arwyn was only straddling the inside of one thigh. Misreading her cue, she started kissing a blazing trail down her torso.
“Wait,” Sloane gasped, hanging on to her wits by a thread. “Come back,” she said, trying to return some moisture to her mouth when it seemed it had all flooded south.
“What’s wrong?” Arwyn asked, her flushed face suddenly worried.
“Nothing. I want to do something,” she said, lifting her free leg and hooking it around Arwyn’s thigh.
Obviously unclear on Sloane’s plan, Arwyn allowed herself to be shifted around. “Are you seriously trying to scissor right now? You know that doesn’t work, right?”
Arwyn’s frustrated tone only hardened Sloane’s resolve.
“Trust me. It works. You’ve just never tried it with me.”
Arwyn’s jaw tensed in response. Sloane guessed she’d just imagined her in this position with someone else. Instead of twisting the knife in a little further, Sloane had the unstoppable urge to soothe her.
Cupping her face with both hands, Sloane focused her attention on her. “Just try it. If you don’t like it, we can do something else.”
Sloane’s right hand slipped down Arwyn’s chest and over her tensed abdomen, stopping when she found the hard, swollen flesh covered in the same wetness coating Sloane’s core.
At the light touch, Arwyn shuddered. Her eyes slammed shut and her body tensed.
“You’re so ready,” Sloane groaned instead of stating the fact with authority like she’d intended. Her fingertips touched her so lightly she could only feel slick wetness, but she was sure it was a jackhammer to Arwyn. “You’re gonna have to try not to come the second you slide inside me,” she whispered, her own eyes closing as she struggled not to break. Arwyn wasn’t the only one already close without being touched.
“Okay,” Arwyn said in a half sigh before returning to her senses.
Ready to show o her excellent flexibility, Sloane released her grip on Arwyn’s thigh and lifted her right leg back until her knee was nestled near her armpit. Sloane watched in unmitigated delight as Arwyn gawked at her with wide eyes.
I told you to trust me.
It took a little maneuvering and wiggling, but after a couple of tries, Arwyn’s hard, wet, heat slid along Sloane’s hungry flesh. Employing a slow, cautious rhythm, Arwyn rocked her hips as she glided e ortlessly through Sloane’s slick folds.
In moments, Arwyn was holding Sloane’s leg down and grinding against her with enviable confidence. No one fucks like a Type A workaholic.
“You’re such a quick learner. Always a gunner. Always chasing that gold star,” Sloane said, her chest tightening as she held desire at bay.
Arwyn flicked her head back to get her hair out of her face but didn’t drop her rhythm. Her face, covered in a thin layer
of perspiration like the rest of her body, was radiant. Staring down at Sloane, she bit her lip in the obnoxious way that shouldn’t send a tremor to her core, but it did.
They’d arrived at the real game, Sloane realized far too late. Every time Arwyn’s hard clit ran over hers, she lost a little more of herself until the throbbing ache was more than she could handle. She wanted to turn the tide, to make Arwyn break before she did.
“This would be so much more fun if you let go, Buttercup,” she murmured, her words jagged and her breath uneven as she gripped Arwyn’s hips and rocked her faster against her. It was a double-edged sword. More pressure for Arwyn meant more for her too.
Arwyn grinned instead of allowing herself to be bated. She indulged for a moment, threw her head back and engaged her entire body in the act before pulling back. “I could say the same for you.”
It was all the confirmation Sloane needed. They were both waiting for the other one to give in first. In a strange reversal many people would love, neither wanted to be the first to have an orgasm.
Sloane’s flesh pulsated and throbbed as Arwyn shifted forward, slipping into her before increasing her pace. She cursed and groaned but didn’t tumble over the edge.