I can’t help it. I fit my hand between our hips and I
slowly circle Adley’s clit. My fingers are coated in our
arousal, and I use it to make the tiniest, lightest movements. I
bump up against myself a few times and jagged shards of
shocked, wicked heat go racing through me. I keep circling.
Keep building. Keep climbing.
I can feel Adley tense below me. Her muscles get stuff.
Her hips drive harder. She whimpers and bucks into my hand,
searching, taking, aching, wanting. I roll my hips harder, circle
her clit just a little faster, with a little bit more pressure. She
tucks her face beside my ear and gasps out her words.
“Please, god, Steph, yes. Please. More.”
I keep going, circling, driving into my own hand,
driving myself crazy as well. Adley goes wild beneath me,
then all of a sudden, she stiffens. Her whole body vibrates and
she lets out a tiny cry next to my ear and I realize that she’s
coming. Almost silently.
Silence can be a heck of a lot hotter than screams. That
frenzied breathing? The little mewls. The tiny little whispered
whimpers? They’re everything I wanted to hear. I stop when
her hand pushes mine away. I know how sensitive things can
be after, and I think that she just needs a bit of a break, but her
hand replaces mine. She doesn’t touch herself. She touches
me.
She knows exactly how to touch me, like she’s done it
a thousand times before. I’m shocked at how fast she brings
me from frustrated and on the edge to soaring, wild heights. I
shut my eyes and let the pressure burst over me. The climax
isn’t anything like how I’ve ever come before. I didn’t need to
coax and plead and beg myself into this. I didn’t have to force