Page 22 of For the Night

I pressed myself against her, needing everything she could give, and she finally let me be greedy.

We made out hungrily, as if our lives depended on it, and it felt like she threw caution to the wind. At least for the moment. Her hands roamed my body, slowly, firmly, greedily, over my hips, up my ribs, cupping the undersides of my tits…

I whimpered and flushed.

“More,” I pleaded.

Holy fuck, she didn’t deny me. I’d been so sure she’d slow things down. Instead, she cranked it up, pinching my nipple and letting one of her hands drop low. She cupped my pussy through my shorts, and I could barely believe it.

I gasped and rolled my hips into her hand, and she cursed under her breath.

“I can feel how warm you are…”

You should feel how wet I am…

I swallowed dryly and latched on to her, already forbidding her from leaving my side. I couldn’t speak, but I could let my body do the talking for everything I craved.

Please, please, please.

Another needy whimper slipped out, and I kissed her harder. Deep and passionate, already addicted, so fucking hooked, and spinning out of control.

Maybe she was too. Because the second she slipped her hand down my shorts, there could be no going back. We both shivered, and she eased her middle finger between my lips. I moaned and buried my face against her neck. Heat exploded within me, and?—

“So soft and smooth,” she whispered. “Fucking perfect.”

“Please don’t stop,” I managed to get out.

She didn’t. She pushed two fingers inside me and pressed her thumb down on my clit, and my fucking knees almost caved. Oh my God, this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.

“This was what you wanted?”

I nodded quickly and tightened my hold on her. “To start with. Holy fuck.”

She chuckled softly and kissed my neck, and she drew the most enticing circles around my clit.

I was fucking soaked, and I felt like my pussy had its own pulse and heartbeat, just pumping blood and deep desire.

“I want to make you feel good too,” I begged.

“I already do.” She fingered me harder, adding a third digit, and that was the sweet spot.

“But—”

“I know what you mean,” she whispered. Then she caught me in a kiss, and I could only go along with the ride. I had lost the ability to move properly. “Another time, maybe. All I want right now is to see you get off.”

Christ, she was about to. I could already feel the heat surging throughout my body. My heart was officially hammering in my chest, and I couldn’t stop pushing to meet her every movement.

I was swimming in pleasure, and I cried out, both in frustration and euphoria, when the orgasm began crashing down on me. I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready! I didn’t want the moment to be over, but fuck, it felt so good. I lost my breath, and the bliss consumed me in fiery waves.

I heard her whispers, almost as if she was standing far away or we were underwater.

Goddamn beautiful.

That’s it…lose it all to me.

So wet and tight.

The aftershocks rocked through me, and I slumped back against a barstool. Penelope followed instantly, righting my shorts and kissing my jaw.

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