Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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.