Page 39 of Every Time We Touch

She’s not just devastatingly gorgeous, but she also has the cockiness to promise me ‘the climax of my life’ and for that kind of boldness, I will keep my hands above my head—I’ll do as I’m told.

She plays with my nipples, rolling them into hard peaks and I’m already soaking for her. She runs her nails down my belly, leaving my skin a blanket of goose bumps. She shoots me one last devilish grin before sliding off to sit between my legs, spreading me wide in the process. Licking her lips, she looks at me.

Can she tell how wet I am for her? How much I want her again already, so shortly after she made me come? Because my clit beats for her, like a second heart, and this position I’m in, with my chest out and my legs spread, the vulnerability of it, only leaves me more turned on—and I was already so hot for her.

Clancy digs her thumbs into my inner thighs, then drags them upward—and upward. My clit thumps harder as her fingers move closer. Her licking me earlier was only a prelude—some mild foreplay—compared to this. Her thumbs stroke me, then pull my lips apart. I can only gasp as she exposes me to the air.

When her gaze flicks up to me, with me laid open to her like that, she might as well just have dragged her tongue all over my clit.

“Let’s see what you’re made of,” she says, her voice thick with lust. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

A shiver runs through me as I realize just how completely I’ve put myself in her hands—and how little I want to stop it.

Her eyes still on me, her fingers still in place, she says, “I’m going to fuck you now.” She flicks the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Clancy’s something many miles beyond hot. No wonder I couldn’t resist her—who could? No wonder I sent that text. If this is my punishment, I’ll take it, over and over again.

Her thumbs inch inward, then stroke along my sex. “You’re so wet,” Clancy says, her voice a sultry whisper. One of her fingers is so close to my clit, I want to push myself against her, feel more of her, but I hold still. For her.

She looks away from my face to see what she’s doing between my legs. Her fingers are at my entrance and, slowly, she slides inside me. I look at her as she enters me, at that mix of elation and focus on her face. My body tightens around her. Her expression shifts slightly—just a tightening around the eyes—as she fucks me. And I give myself to her because it’s all I want. This is so much more than I could ever have dreamed of.

“You feel so good,” she says on a breathy sigh, then locks her gaze on me again. When our eyes meet, it’s as though an electric current connects us. An invisible wire from her to me that ties us together with nothing but lust and desire. “Do you want more?” she asks, her fingers still moving slowly inside me, spreading me wide.

I nod because I can’t get enough. I want everything she’s willing to give.

She adds another finger, filling me to the brim, and ups the pace of her movement. She sucks the thumb of her other hand into her mouth, then lowers it to my clit. Oh, fuck.

While she fucks me with her fingers, her thumb flicks over my clit. And of course it’s too much. A familiar fire starts to build deep in my belly. But then she stops. Her thumb disappears from my clit and her fingers go still inside me.

“The climax of your life I said.” Clancy’s voice is husky and—perhaps—unraveling, like me. She looks me in the eye and there’s an intimacy between us that I could never have foreseen. It’s just sex—just one night—but not much about this feels casual anymore.

My muscles tremble as I hold on, as I let her play me. I draw in a shaky breath, returning her gaze, because if I look away, I know I’ll lose it. I need her to hold on to this moment, unbearable though it is. Because her words turn me on as much as the anticipation she has built. She’s a master at dancing as well as at this. Clancy has many talents, like balancing me on the edge like this.

Inside me, her fingers—I have no idea how many; I just enjoy their exquisite stretch—start moving again, stealing my breath. Every part of me is straining toward release, but I want to wait for her permission. I need to. So, like the good girl Marcy told me I was, I keep my hands above my head, as Clancy fucks me again, deeper this time, stretching me wider. Taking more of me.

When her thumb caresses my clit, there’s no more holding back. There’s just this ball of fire expanding from my core, its flames reaching out to every nerve ending in my body. I close my eyes and surrender to the heat traveling through me, to the sensation of Clancy’s strong fingers inside me. I clench hard around her as I howl into the room, my voice unrecognizable to me—to the good girl I’m supposed to be.

While the aftershock of what is, no doubt, the climax of my life ripples through me, Clancy slips her fingers out of me and glues her body to mine.

“We’re not done yet,” she whispers in my ear.

What is she talking about? My body is spent. My clit too sensitive to touch.

I can only exhale a shuddering breath.

Clancy kisses me right next to my lips. “Let’s ride the wave,” she says. “Together.”

My brain barely computes her words, because I’ve ridden that wave as far as it can take me.

“Give me your hand.” She slides her hand up my arms, which I’m still keeping above my head—mainly because they’re so limp, I fear I’ve lost use of them.

She threads her fingers through mine and brings my hand to her lips. She takes a finger into her mouth and coats it with her tongue. It’s enough to make my exhausted clit show signs of life again. At the same time, she traces her finger along my lips, and I happily grant her access. I suck her finger deep into my mouth. Even though my brain is still mush, I’m starting to catch her drift. I get to touch her again—not a moment too soon. The prospect resurrects my clit even more.

Clancy shuffles backward a bit, allowing some space between our bodies. Lying on her side, she spreads her legs for me, then lowers my hand between her legs.

I slide onto my side as well, mirroring her, and open my legs for her again. She doesn’t touch me immediately, just looks into my eyes as my fingertip finds her clit.

“I’m so hot for you,” she says on a sigh. “I want to come with you.”

Although it sounds a bit mad—like some idealistic fantasy—I will gladly try. There’s no space in my brain for anything else.