Page 92 of The Kidnapped

“How do you feel this good?” she asked.

And Hollis did feel good. She felt amazing. She might even be Raleigh’s perfect match in the bedroom. Hollis’s long fingers fit inside her perfectly, finding a spot which, if Raleigh was being honest, no one, including Millie, had ever found before, making it very hard to focus on what Hollis’s mouth was doing because when she rubbed that spot with the pads of her fingers, Raleigh nearly came all too quickly.

“Wait. Babe, wait,” she said.

Hollis glanced up at her, confused.

“It’s too fast,” Raleigh told her.

“Slow down?” Hollis asked.

“No, don’t slow down. It’s so good.”

“Okay. Slow on the inside, fast on the outside?” Hollis guessed.

“Fuck, yes,” she said, loving that Hollis quickly figured out exactly what she needed without any further explanation.

“Done,” Hollis replied, lowering her mouth back to Raleigh’s clit and sucking hard.

“God, yes,” Raleigh managed out, breathing hard.

Hollis’s fingers remained inside but hardly moved. As Raleigh’s hips rose and fell, Hollis would slip them in deeper and pull them out again, driving Raleigh higher. Her tongue flicked at Raleigh’s clit before she pressed it flat against it and thrust her fingers deep inside.

“Hollis, yes,” Raleigh moaned, gripping the back of Hollis’s head and pressing her down. “Don’t stop.”

Hollis alternated, sucking hard and then softly, before her fingers went back to that spot that she could always find. Finally, she rubbed it from side to side and pressed so hard that Raleigh felt it on the outside, too. Then, Raleigh came. Her wetness coated Hollis’s fingers. Of that, Raleigh was sure, but she couldn’t bring herself to care if it also coated the sheets. She’d clean them later for her, if needed. Right now, she could only feel, and when the tears hit her eyes, they were tears of release, not tears of sadness.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hollis asked when Raleigh came down and she climbed on top of her. “Babe, did I hurt–”

“No, no,” Raleigh said quickly, cupping Hollis’s cheeks and staring into her blue eyes. “No, you didn’t. I just don’t come like this, and you always make me.”

“Sorry?” Hollis joked.

“Never apologize for that,” Raleigh told her.

“I like waking up with you,” Hollis said, kissing her softly.

“I like it, too,” Raleigh replied, kissing her again and slipping her thigh between Hollis’s legs, rubbing it over her sex.

“Oh.”

“You’re soaked,” Raleigh noted. “Sexy.”

“It won’t take much,” Hollis replied.

“Well, how about I give it much, just to make sure,” she teased.

“Yes,” Hollis said.

“Slide up my body, babe,” Raleigh told her.

Hollis understood exactly what she meant, and within minutes, her center hovered over Raleigh’s mouth.

“Don’t grip the headboard. Hands on the wall,” Raleigh said.

“What?” Hollis asked, looking down between her legs at Raleigh’s face.

“If you shake the headboard, you might wake your–”

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