Claire’s skirt up until she revealed black silk panties. They
were industrial looking and practical, not a thong and no lace,
all while being the sexiest thing Haley had ever seen.
“Sweep them out of the way,” Claire commanded. She still
had her hand in Haley’s hair and now she used the strands to
tug her forward again.
Haley vibrated with need as she swept one finger under the
silk, warm from Claire’s body. Heat traced down her spine and
pooled in her belly and between her legs. She pressed forward,
searching with the pads of two fingers until she felt naked
flesh. Claire was so warm, so smooth, but she wasn’t wet yet.
She tugged her skirt up the rest of the way herself and Haley
thought she might die right then. “If I touched you right now,”
Claire said, her voice commanding, “would I find you
soaked?”
“Yes,” Haley whimpered. “I’m dripping down my thighs.”
Claire let out a hiss between clenched teeth. “Suck me
through the fabric.”
Haley wanted Claire’s clothing out of the way. She wanted
more than a touch through a shield. She wanted to get through
Claire’s walls, but she could be patient. She’d do what Claire
asked her to do.
She gently let the panties fall back into place and she
replaced her fingers with her mouth. The first taste was sweet
heaven, even through the silk. Claire wasn’t drenched, but
Haley could still taste her there, the spice of her on her
clothing. It was ridiculously naughty for being so strangely
hot. She remembered how Claire had threatened to gag her
with her own panties the first time if she couldn’t be quiet.
Haley had been so scandalized at the suggestion, but now she