Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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