Page 71 of Wish You Would

“Gi—Gigi,” I gasped against her lips. “Touch me.”

A low sound left her throat, sending a bolt of need right to my core. The knowledge, the clear and present proof, that she was right there with me, that she wanted to touch me as much as I needed her to…it was nearly enough to send me tumbling over the edge.

Nearly, but not quite.

“N-now,” I begged, reaching back to link my fingers through hers. “Here.” Grabbing her hand, I dragged it from my backside and led her to where I needed her the most.

She took it from there, slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of my panties, finding me hot and wet and ready. “Fuck, baby,” she moaned, stroking circles over my clit with the pad of her finger. “All that for me?”

I nodded, frantic and feral and unable to speak. She read the signs and did not make me wait. Pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, she teased her tongue over it as she slid two fingers into me, hitting every single nerve as she buried them deep. We groaned in unison and I bore down on her hand, grinding my hips.

“That’s it,” she whispered, moving her hand just so and hitting my clit with her palm. “Fuck my hand, baby girl. Make yourself come.”

I whimpered, obeying her with mindless abandon. She was doing something magical with her fingers, setting off an entirely new set of fireworks in my abdomen, and I ground harder against her, desperate for more. More of her touch, of the sweet, sweet pressure building inside of me. Just…more.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” she whispered against my sweaty temple. “I can feel how close you are. You feel so good, Parker. So fucking good.”

I tossed my head back, lungs bursting with the breath I was holding. Opening my thighs wider, I pressed myself against Gigi, taking her as deep as I could get her. She took the hint, and, with a flick of her wrist, she found the right spot inside me and pressed her fingers against it as she sank her teeth into my neck.

It hit me like a sudden summer storm. Lightening flashed—behind my eyes, through my veins—and thunder pounded through my body, so ferocious, so intense that all I could do was hold on.

“Fuck,” I cried, rocking against her, chasing every sensation, wringing each spasm from my body. Then, shaking, I sank into her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, desperately trying to catch my breath.

“I got you,” Gigi whispered against my temple, her free hand pushing into the hair at the nape of my neck. “You’re okay.”

It wasn’t until she said it, until my body came back into itself, that I realized it: I was crying.

“I—I’m sorry,” I whispered, pulling back to wipe at my cheeks. “I don’t know—”

“It’s okay.” She gently slid her fingers from me and straightened my panties. “It happens sometimes.”

Spying a tissue box on the coffee table, I leaned over and grabbed it. I offered it to her first, and she took a few, smirking as she wiped me from her hand. I took a couple for myself, dabbing at my face. “That’s…never happened before,” I said once my pulse had returned to normal.

Gigi looked up at me, eyes soft even as her lips tilted devilishly. “I think I’ll take it as a compliment.”

I laughed and unwrapped myself from her, plopping down beside her. “As you should. That was—”

“You know what else I’m taking as a compliment?” she cut in before I could finish. Shifting so that she was facing me, she grinned. “You said fuck.”

My mouth dropped open. “I did not!”

“Oh, you so did.” She stood and held out her hand. I took it and let her pull me up. “It was unbearably hot.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, shoving her away.

She laughed, too. “New goal: to make you say all the swear words.” She linked our fingers together and pulled me, leading me from the living room. “One new swear per sexy time, I think. Ooh, or!” She glanced behind her, her smile utterly brilliant. “Or, one new swear per orgasm!”

I blushed straight to my toes, but grinned right back. “I don’t think there are enough swear words for that.”

Stopping, she pulled me against her, dropping her lips to mine. “We’ll have to make up our own,” she whispered before kissing me.

When we parted, I took her hand and pulled her down the hall. It was my turn to earn some swearing.

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