angled in and cupped Haley’s breast, suckling her through the
dark black satin of her blouse. She wore a camisole and a lacy
bralette beneath, and Claire punished it all with her teeth, her
tongue, until Haley’s hips were bucking into the air again.
She took Haley’s hand and guided it between her legs.
Haley thrashed against her own touch, but Claire took her
mouth again, kissing her brutally, stroking her tongue with
hers until she relaxed again. She never moved her hand away.
She guided Haley’s fingers through the slick folds, soaking
them before she brought them up to her clit. She used one
finger to massage a slow, gentle circle that made Haley moan
and go liquid. Her hips bucked back up a second later and she
let out a small sound of astonishment against Claire’s lips.
“It’s only because I’m so far gone already,” Haley moaned.
“Only that.”
“Yes. You want to come. You want to come all over your
fingers and my fingers.”
“God. Yes,” Haley sobbed. “I want to come.”
“Touch your clit,” Claire instructed. “You’re so wet, Haley.
You taste so good. My whole-body aches for you.”
“Fuck,” Haley mewled. She kept massaging herself in slow
circles. Her hips were wild, thrashing against her hand. She
was clumsy and uncoordinated, almost like she’d never
touched herself before, and it was hot as hell. Claire wasn’t
lying when she said that her whole body ached. Another
admission, spoken before she could capture it and keep it in.
“What do you need?” Claire whispered in Haley’s ear.
“Keep touching yourself. What else do you need?”
“You,” Haley pleaded. “I need you.”
Claire curled two fingers and butted up against Haley’s