swollen sex until she was squirming and wriggling and
begging. She was writhing on Claire’s face, grinding down
hard on her mouth as her tongue plunged inside her over and
over again.
Haley gripped the headboard and rode Claire’s mouth until
she was panting. “Oh God, Claire, I’m going to come. I’m
going to come and it’s going to hurt so much.”
“Come,” Claire commanded. “I want to feel you clenching
around my tongue.”
“Oh God. Oh my God. Oh fuck, Claire, I’m coming,” Haley
wailed. She clenched the headboard and her body rattled apart
on top of Claire. Haley was so tight, and she could feel every
bit of her orgasm on her tongue. She was drenched in the
sweetest fucking orgasm. Haley was an angel and she tasted
like heaven. So sweet and beautiful and glorious coming apart
all over Claire’s face.
She finally collapsed to the side, her whole body still
involved in the throes of pleasure that arced through her. She
reached for her, and Claire didn’t pull away. She didn’t close
her eyes. She watched Haley the whole time as she wrapped
her arms around her and pulled her in. Until they were lying
side by side, staring at each other.
Claire’s whole world was shaken. She’d thought it wasn’t
possible and it was. She’d been meaning to end things and
send Haley away, but she couldn’t.
But that was still in front of them. Because no matter how
shockingly right they were in here, in private, in the bedroom
and any other room in Claire’s house, there was still a huge
world out there, and just because they fit together this way,
didn’t mean that their lives fit together. She was a grown