didn’t know what Claire liked, and her eagerness and her little
hesitations while she thought and anticipated made it so much
more delightful. Claire could have given instruction, but she
didn’t want to.
She also didn’t want Haley to get frustrated. Her tongue was
still working her clit, her finger pumping inside her. It was
hard to think, and the knot that only she’d been able to work
out for herself over the years was starting to unravel. Claire
was shocked at how much she was enjoying it. All of it.
Haley raised her head when Claire tensed. Her face was
wet, glistening under the dim overhead lights that Claire had
lowered when she entered the room, but not turned off
completely.
“Am I doing it right?”
So right. “Yes. But I’d like you to sit up and wrap your legs
around my waist.”
Haley’s mouth parted. “O-oh. Okay. I can do that.”
Claire’s body was tingling and alive. Her legs were on fire
and the spot between them was soaking wet. She’d never been
so wet before. She was ruining the bed, and that was so
fucking hot. She’d drenched Haley’s face, and that was even
hotter.
The way Haley moved, all eagerness and clumsiness, no
regard for her own modesty—that was the hottest thing of all.
A buzz started in Claire’s head that she couldn’t turn off. She
could feel herself shaking as Haley positioned herself,
straddling her lap. Her long, lithe legs with the sleek, smooth
muscles, wrapped around Claire’s back. Her arms looped
around her shoulders, and the first thing Claire did was lean in
and kiss the taste of herself off of Haley’s plush lips.