Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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