Claire fought against the rising tide of discomfort. It felt like
a ball in her throat. A ball of anxiety that she could barely
swallow back. The panic was there. Everything in her body
was ready for fight or flight. She was getting all the wrong
signals, because Haley was too close. This was too intimate.
They were face to face. Their bodies were wrapped around
> each other. She was there, like a shield. Shielding Claire.
Haley was the one she was supposed to keep safe, but right
now it didn’t feel like she needed protecting. She was the
protector. She was the one giving. She was doing all of that
without being the one who needed to be giving orders or being
the one on top. She wasn’t in control, and she wasn’t not in
control. They were perfectly balanced and that, above all, was
astounding to Claire.
And then Haley’s hand was skimming down between them,
and she was kissing Claire senseless, her tongue working
against her own, stroking it, and her hand was travelling lower,
between them, finding Claire’s clit again and working it in
smooth, measured circles. The anxiety skittered away, to be
replaced with a renewed desperation, new flames, burning
hotter and hotter.
“I want you,” Haley whispered next to Claire’s ear, panting
hard as she circled and worked her clit with her thumb. She
curled her fingers and slipped two inside Claire, then added
another, and then she ground against her, rocking and seeking
friction with her own body while she filled her.
Claire could have stopped everything. She could have
gotten up and picked her toy of choice. She could have pulled
out any number things that would have ensured they both
came multiple times, but she’d once shown Haley how to